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Do not chase people. Be you and do your own thing and work hard. The right people who belong in your life will come to you, and stay.
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Un-promised Time.
As a bartender, I get asked the same 3-5 questions over AND over. Which is understandable, people want to know the basics; where you're from, how old you are, if you're single, going to school.. ect. And although, I am rather tired of answering all of these questions.. the most annoying one is my age. Yes, I am twenty- three. Yes, I am young. Yes, I know "I have plenty of time." Yes, I know we didn't grow up listening to the same music. Yes, I am still learning. But what I don't understand is that by hearing my age someone's whole perception of me changes? Before I tell people my age, most assume I am older, but as soon as my age is disclosed there are automatic judgements & accusations on who I am. Which is fine.. the "advice," though, is getting old. I am highly aware that I am young & my experiences are just beginning. But the term "you have a lot of time you are so young" drives me insane. What kind of advice is that?! "Hey, it's fine.. you're young, you have the rest of your life." How about someone tell me to embrace today and do as much as I can today. I hate it when people start promising that I have all this time to figure things out. Time isn't promised, just the here and now. I need to focus on that more. I am definitely not innocent of depending on the future.. But for someone to look down on me for my age, I would expect them to give me something better that just "wait it out.. " It's not about how old you are.. It's what you've done with the time you've been given. I don't care if you're 80 years old, there is still a chance you still know nothing about "living." I need to take life by reigns again. This is more of a lecture to myself than a rant about my bar regulars.. Just needed to get that off my chest. I am sure I will have more to comment about the "age" question in the future, because "how young I am," tends to be a big topic & shocker to many. When I think my age fits me perfectly, thank you :)
La Di Da.
Today has been a pretty self fish day, considering the holidays are right around the corner..
I had every intention of buying Christmas presents when I went shopping today, I swear. But instead I came home with a new pair of shoes, a sketchbook, and my newly fixed guitar. All the above, make me very happy. So I have just been playing my guitar.. drinking a little wine.. took a long, hot shower, and now procrastinating getting ready for my "date" or whatever I am doing tonight.
I feel really relaxed, but I know I should be slightly freaking out.. I have NO PRESENTS for ANYONE, yet.
No bueno. It's a good thing I work well under pressure..?
It's all a lot of work.
My love life is very similar to my job situation.
I have three jobs, opportunity for others, but not a complete commitment to any. single. one.
I have the old job, still lingering in my mind.. Should I go back? The job that I know is not a fit, but stay there because it's "stable".. and then.. the job I really enjoy, but know it's not going to "pay all the bills." And then there is always BOP which is always a blast to pick up every once in awhile ;)
Not that I am being scandalous with more than one man.. by any means.. or with ANY man.. to be completely honest. But I feel like I have these guys that are (or seem) interested, but nothing is real. Whether it's them not making the effort or commitment or it's me.. not allowing or wanting it to happen.
I am tired of getting hurt. Yes, all (the hurt) has been little scratches and bruises and nothing really devastating. It adds up, though. My guard is up, as well as my expectations.. not only from a future man in my life, but my expectations of myself.
I'm done with bull. I am ready for some damn respect. I deserve it.
The House That Built Me.
It took me almost a month, but I finally made my way into Charleston's. My J O B for six years. It was bitter-sweet to say the least.
It was like going into the home you grew up in years later. Everything brings back memories.. Looks like it did, feels like it should be home, but it's just different. Almost felt like I was an awkward stranger in the place I once felt the most comfortable. I have had my best and worst times in that place... 16-23 years old is no joke. A lot changed during that time for me, except there... They taught me SO much. It's almost like I took it for granted before I left.. kind of like I did the good ole US of A.. hmm..
I miss it?
But then don't.. right now is about adventure, right?
Start at The House tomorrow. We shall see. Maybe it was a bad idea to go to Chucks before my first day at a new job. haha
Thoughts of Thursday.
Like showers, working out, is my "deep thinking" time.
Correction: it's channel all of my frustrations and "stress" into my work out time. It's the time that I start to figure out how I am going to better myself in every aspect of my life.. not just how I want to look in a bikini. Because let's face it.. winter is almost here, right?!
Anyways, todays thoughts were not all about how I need to get a job, where I want to live, when I will fix my car, ect.. All of those things are not things you need to over think. They are just things you deal with & do.
Today, was all about how I felt before I left; lost... how now that I am back I don't feel as lost, even though my life is all over the place. Right now, more than ever, I should be lost.. But it's more of me at this known intersection.. and looking for a new path to get lost on. So in a sense, I am lost in that I don't know which way to go, but my mind is at ease. Make sense?
I think that's the best way I know how to describe it. I'm going to chew on this a bit and try to explain it better later.
It's really not all that deep of a thought-- so don't over analyze it :P
.. And it's really hot outside, today. I am ready for October (FAVORITE MONTH!). Then can we just skip the cold and go straight to Spring Training?!
Back on US Soil.
So, I'm officially back to "reality." ish.
Living at home, jobless and "problems" keep popping up from left and right. I also have no idea what the solution is or direction I am going to go.. Sounds like I am lost, but I am surprising calm. I am actually excited! It's as if I started a new book and I haven't quite learned the plot. The only goals I KNOW I want to achieve are getting my own studio/ apartment in Arcadia, most likely real-estate school, and getting a new job.. or two!
The only part that has my anxiety risen has been the job interviewing process. I feel like I just got out of a ten year marriage and trying to put myself back in the dating world. I forgot how to interview; what to say, what to wear, what actions to take, ect. I shake filling out the application, second guess all my responses and by the end of the "interview" .. it's all a blur. Straight adrenaline..? HA. Is that how boring I have become? Job interviews are my adrenaline rush?! Nahh..
It has just been forever since I have gone into a place where I didn't already know I had the job.. and it's scary. Oh, well. I will get one soon.. I am just banking on this one place. Cross your fingers it works out!
Anyways... Living at home is not all that bad. Waking up early, eating healthy and running (treadmill in my room.. SCORE)! Feels good. But I have definitely been hiding out since I have been home. Avoiding the whole drinking and club scene. My liver needs a break after Wales. And I have been fighting this cold since Spain.. losing my voice everyday is getting old.
Overall, though, so happy to be back in America. I am more patriotic than ever. And I guess I couldn't have said that on a better day.. 9/11. Crazy that it's been 12 years. I will never forget that day.. just like everyone.
Happy? Patriot Day! Proud to be an American.
"Depth over distance every time, my dear" #BenHoward
Look Right, Then Left
You know those movies on Netflix where people british accents have awkward small talk with people on the street.. And the whole time you're thinking how terrible the actors are doing?! NOPE. They are spot on. That really happens. I've been very amused by that so far. Mumbles is beautiful. It's like this hidden little gem that I wish I could capture in a photo, but it's too pretty. Granted we have had gorgeous weather.. Which is very uncommon, apparently.. But I'm not complaining. Nannie is great! Definitely seeing where Natasha's "snoopy-ness" comes from. Such a small town that she wants to know everyone we saw the night before & everything we talked about-- it's quick precious. I don't really have too much to say about everything, though. Just that I'm trying to get used the culture and all their sayings.. Like a stag? party is a bachelor party.. Crisps are chips and chips are fries.. And the people of mumbles really love ice cream. Oh, and we NEED to learn to look to the right first before crossing the street. They all drive on the wrong side ;)
Set Me Free.. Gravity.
Here I am.. Three weeks.
Three weeks.
Quitting both of my jobs.
Hopefully, selling my car.
And homeless for a month... staying with the parents in Mexico.. and sleeping on the couches of my dearest friends.
To be honest.. I am more scared of the month of June than my actually trip across seas.
My job has been my longest commitment yet. Six and a half years. And I am saying, "bye." My heart sinks.. at the same time, my stomach swirls in excitement. A change. I need this. It just sucks that I don't know how to prepare myself for it. I am just taking the naive route.. which might be the lazy route? I am not sure. But either way.. I am choosing to not over think my decisions because I refuse to change my mind.
Ha. Stubbornness getting the best of me, yet again.
I am just ready to leave. Right now, right now.
If A Man Can't Speak, How Can He Lie?
Out and about last night with my dear friend, Elisha. Sitting at the bar enjoying a couple delicious cocktails when the man we call, The Bear Killing Pirate, interrupts.
“Excuse me? I don’t mean to interrupt, but I want to get a woman’s perspective on something?”
Typical line, but we took the bait.
“I have a friend back home that recently got a call from a day-time television show and was asked if he could come on... that some “crush” has something to say to him.. Should he do it?”
Whaaatt?? I don’t know?! Are we talking Jerry Springer or Maury? Or Ellen? I don’t watch day time television, so I can’t really even tell him if it is good idea or not. But our advice to him was; what’s the worst that can happen?! Why not? Ce la vie.
He said touche, then decided to overstay his welcome with us and decides to ask us yet another question from a “woman’s perspective.”
“Who lies more; men or woman?”
Oh boy, probably one of the most debatable things any sex could argue. Don’t get me wrong, it’s an excellent question, but it honestly matters on the individual.
I went with what I thought would throw him off, though, and said, “Woman.” He was surprised, because my friend also said the same exact thing. He then told us he thought it was men, but woman tell the biggest lies.
His example was, “A guy will lie about being at the grocery store when really he is just playing video games, and a girl will lie about who the father is.”
Woah there, buddy. Those polar opposites, but alright valid point, I guess??
I think that kind of describes what kind of character this man was. Let me just paint a little picture for you. He was wearing a red bandana, with a t-shirt of two teddy bears stabbing each other, and a gold chain. Classic. He was born and raised in Tennessee and just found his way to Scottsdale. Hence the name The Bear Killing Pirate.
So after our new friend finally excused himself, we discussed the topic with the patrons around us, curious of their input. Very scattered responses. Not one gender seemed to take the cake for lying the most.
We then drank some more and never touched back on the subject, but today I found myself thinking about it again on my run back to my car. (Yay for not drinking and driving!!)
First of all, I think HE was lying with his initial line in. But that’s besides the point. I have come to my own conclusion.. Men and women lie just as much as other, but out of words spoken, the men’s ratio of words spoken true to lies is much worse than a woman’s.
Woman are known for being able to talk about anything for hours on end and end up speaking more than any man. Most men, though, tend not to say anything. If anything when it comes down to it, they use the least amount of words that they possibly can get away with.
So when they actually do speak, it’s mostly a lie.
There was some bitterness in that last line, but some truth.
But it’s true, if a man can’t or won’t speak, how can he lie?
That’s my conclusion and opinion on the topic. Subject to change, but I think it’s pretty accurate.
Should have just called him whiskey.
I have been all over the place (emotionally) lately. Yes, I have been that complete girl. Crying, laughing & so angry at the same time.
It's been ridiculous. Not proud of it. But it happens, k? I have made fun of girls for doing exactly what I have been doing for the past week or so.. maybe a little mas. Ha.
And yes, cliche me.. I have been working on myself & figuring out a lot about me. Which is kind of ironic, because they say me finally leaving and traveling the world is when I'll "find myself" when actually I think I am starting, STARTING, to find out a lot about who I am and what I want right now. Which is amazing, because I believe that my trip is going to expand on what I am finding out now, but it's almost a roller coaster as well. Knowing what you want, knowing what you shouldn't.. knowing when you need to stop letting other things or people that you can't control effect your day.. knowing when you finally have to say, "you don't really know at all.. just guessing."
All I know; this is ONE life that we get to live, so you have to let go. Enjoy it. Move on. Don't let anything or anyone keep you from what you want.
Our past is a story. Tomorrow is up for us to make it worth something. Cheesy, I know, but I don't care. It's a one day step process no matter what the goal is. Superficial, deep, or practical. One day at a time... You'll get there at some point, yeah?? I believe so.. Well, at least that's my mind set right now. But I am a hot mess lately... haha in a good way, I think? I don't have much to complain about, just realizing what's good for and what you might think you want sometimes doesn't match & just kind of sucks a fat one. HA.
"..the burn & the sting & the high & the heat."
Kristen.
You know those people that you meet & you almost practically believe that they are "angels" or "saints"??! Just unreal. So nice. Have the biggest of hearts. Love. Glow in their eyes..
I have met three. I think.. Thus far. I know there are a lot more. But I have to say I feel completely blessed to have met the ones I have.
My Uncle Craig.
Danny Dadasiewicz.
and Kristen Nieves.
Kristen. Why she is gone is something I still cannot comprehend. 20 years old. Life taken away when she had SO much love, energy, beauty, care, God.. the list goes on. To infinity. It's been almost two years & I still think about her almost daily.. And we weren't even that close. Just someone that I could call a friend & admire. Everyone I loved loved her.. and still do. She's almost that name that you can't mention because so many people are pained by her loss.
But the thing is, she touched my life in a way that is almost unexplainable. Opened my eyes in a way. She knew what life was about & how to live it. And she did. I don't think she wasted a MOMENT of her life. But that's why I have yet to settle with the fact that she is gone.
Angel flying too close to the ground.
The simplest way to describe it, I guess. I will get that tattoo one day... Originally for my grandpa, but I she was, too.
They Tell Me To Blame The Hormones.
I have a hard time talking to people about my feelings. Expressing how I am feeling or things going on in my world.. I would say for the most part I am a pretty private person.
For instance. Today.
Started out not so bueno.
You know what I love about all of my friends and family? They know not to pester with constant questions and consulting. They just ask if I am okay.. I say yes. Then they are just there. There. Because that's all I need.. Just someone to be there. Distract me.
First person. Made sure I was okay. I say, yes.
Second. Made sure I was okay. Gave me a hug.
Third. Made sure I was okay. Takes me to get a manicure & lunch.
Fourth. Made sure I was okay. Then made me laugh & watched "Psych"
Fifth. Made sure I was okay. Made me laugh again & gave me a hug.
Sixth/ seventh. Made sure I was okay. Told stories laughed. Listened to live music.
... and so on. Getting too repetitive.
The beautiful part of this.. No one tried to ask more than that I was okay. And I am. I need time. I know this is a process.
Just like today. Started out horrible. Tears. But slowly, but surely the people I love got me to a decent place. Soo thank you.
I would prefer to not feel the way I did this morning. ever. again.
ever.
Ha. I started this saying I don't talk about my feelings & here I am typing away.. oooopps. I guess writing is the only way I express myself.
Painting relaxes me. Running zens me out. Wine is my best friend. And writing is my way of telling how I feel.. Kind of.
Okay I am done. This was a depressing post. No more of this. NO MAS.
Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
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Word Vomit.
I am double posting tonight.
Wales.
Not one person besides Natasha and I believe that we are actually going. The frustration that builds up in me is almost indescribable. No one has faith that we will actually go through with this?
Well, thank you for your confidence in us.. you just motivated us and gave us just another reason to leave.
I am not asking anyone to "donate" to the cause.. just support would be nice. A little support.. like a high-five. A simple high-five or "Hell yeah, do it!" would be nice.
It's the little things that would make this be a more joy of the journey and not just us trying to prove everyone wrong.
Cause my God, I am very stubborn & LOVE to prove someone wrong.
I love a challenge.