Friday, January 19, 2018

The Heartbreaks That Never Happened

There comes a point in every relationship when you realize that either this person is your person, or they're not. If you're like me then you're lucky - because I have truly found my person. The only person who has ever felt right for me in every way. And no, it's not all perfect, it's just exactly what I need.

But that doesn't mean it wasn't an interesting road getting here. There are plenty of people who can hurt you until you find someone who cares enough not to. And it also means there are people who you won't ever be with (if you're doing monogamy the old fashioned way). There are probably some doors you walked by and never knocked on or maybe you did knock, but no one ever answered so you kept walking.

Perhaps it was that friend from class who you so shamelessly flirted with, but they never quite caught on. Or maybe it's that first date that never became a second date so you just stopped texting them back. The point is, there are always going to be those heartbreaks that never happened; those people who were just a faint blip on your radar, but never really became anything more than that.

And even while in a relationship as strong as mine, I can still contemplate those moments that passed me by. And though I never wish to go back or change anything, I can still acknowledge that they happened - that they were there and at one point I almost knocked on that door. (The key is not attaching a "what if" to those thoughts because that's another whole topic, and probably indicates that your search for your person isn't over)

But reflecting on your past can be important because it's gotten you to where you are. I have always been thankful for the heartbreaks I've experienced because I know I wouldn't be the person I am now without them. But I think I feel the same way about those doors that never opened too. Because when I think about where I am now and what helped me get here, those heartbreaks that never happened were just as important as the ones that did.

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Monday, November 13, 2017


Honestly - why do we care so much about what other people think?

We spend our whole lives trying to live up to not only our own expectations, but the expectations set by the people around us. We watch what we say, we watch what we do, and we watch what we think. All because somewhere there is someone who might not agree and belittle us because of it. We constantly try to please people who in many cases don't even deserve our efforts. But why?

Quite frankly I haven't got a clue. I've spent years caring too much about what other people think. I remember it being the worst when I was younger. Those years in middle school can really test your self-confidence, and then I spent 4 collective years of high school worrying even more about what everyone was thinking - or worse, saying. It wasn't until I got my first serious boyfriend when I started to realize just how judgmental people can be, but also how much I was learning not to give a shit.

Now here I am at 23 and as much as there are still days when I consider what others might think, I have realized that life is too damn short to spend any more than a few seconds giving a fuck about it. Sure, take some input from the people who know you best and those who care about you, but as for the unsupportive bastards who are just there to bring you down - screw it. If people really love you, they will stick by you no matter what. 

So instead of wasting time caring about what other people think, devote more time to self-love and appreciating the things that differentiate you from the crowd. Make decisions that you are proud of and say yes to things that make you happy (and say no to things that don't). And encourage your friends to do the same. Because life is so much more enjoyable when you can throw your hands up and say "IDGAF."


Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Nobody Likes When You're 23

Here we are. Another year older. Another year... wiser?

I guess you could say 22 was an tough age. I learned a lot about myself. A lot about love. A lot about life. 22 tested me in ways I never thought possible. It brought me new challenges. Made me more self-aware of my faults, my weaknesses, and where my confidence had begun to waiver.

I started my first big girl job and learned what it's like to only have a life on weekday evenings and weekends, which doesn't seem so bad until you add in the exhaustion that keeps you from wanting to do anything but sit at home. I moved into an apartment with my best friend and adopted two kitties, the greatest highlights for sure. I continued to work on my relationship and all of the responsibility that comes with being the center of someone's world.

I have realized so much about myself at 22. I realized I'm not the same girl I was in college. And I realized that, in some ways, I miss her. I miss being the girl who was unapologetically herself. The girl who didn't give a rats ass what anyone thought. Here I've been, beating myself up day in and day out for not being that same girl. For not being as skinny. As funny. As driven. Or as confident.

I've changed into someone who has little patience, little motivation, and little time for self-love. I've let things bring me down that shouldn't. I've let people influence me who shouldn't have a say. I've let my relationship and friendships at times go uncultivated and unappreciated. And I've let myself become so stuck in this rut that I didn't feel like I could find a way out.

But I'm ready for things to change. 

So here's to making 23 my year. Here's to making changes, taking chances, and not taking no for an answer. Here's to saying yes to more adventures. Here's to standing stronger and finding my inner "that girl" again. Here's to falling back in love with myself, so I can put my best foot forward back into life. Here's to putting myself first, and taking the relationships I know I love and need back into the forefront.

So maybe nobody likes when you're 23, but I'm going to make this my best year yet.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

The Balancing Act

When someone in your family or friend group enters into a relationship, it can be a testing time for everyone. Not only is this new person about to become a big part of their life (possibly against your wishes), but they're also going to be taking away some of this person's time that used to be spent with you. Whether it's a friend, a sibling, or even a parent- if you're relationship is close, it might be hard to adjust to at first.

Sometimes they're going to choose this significant other over you. And it's not because they are more "significant" than you, it just means they're significant enough to make sacrifices for. They just might not have as much time to give you anymore because now it's being split in another direction. I know what you're thinking - "Well, make time!" Unfortunately, there are only so many hours in a day (and truthfully I don't know anyone whose rubbing elbows enough with Father Time to change that). There is only so much a person can do to balance everything they have going on in addition to this new relationship and you.

Although it might not feel so simple, it really is a simple matter of time. When this person starts dating, it's possible they may only be able to give half the time they used to, or even less on some days. And sure it may feel awful, but that doesn't mean that they don't care or they don't want to spend time with you at all. It just means they want to spend time with the new person in their life too, and the only way to do that is to spend less time with you. And that's just simple math, not an act of disrespect.

The reality is, if you care about this person as much as you think, maybe it's time to stop griping about their lack of time, and start getting a grip. Change is inevitable. This person could be in their life for an indefinite period of time, and the sooner you start to understand their new priorities, the sooner things will start to improve. Taking things personally will only lead to them wanting to spend less time with you because they won't feel supported or understood.

So instead of getting angry, try to be more understanding. Have open conversations about how you feel, but also know that they may not be willing or able to do much about it. The amount of hours that they have in a day will never change, but your attitude can. It's all just a balancing act - and they're most likely doing the best they can, whether you think so or not.

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Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Crying on the way “Home”

Moving out on your own always sounds like a great idea. I mean, sure there are the bills and everything that comes along with it, but the reality is you are FREE. Free from rules, free from expectations other than your own (and maybe your roommate’s), free from being nagged about your messy room.

But once the boxes are unpacked and the moving dust has settled – you might have time for the reality of this change to weigh on your mind. Maybe you underestimated just how much you valued all those things you’re now “free” from; not to mention, all the benefits you had before that you most likely took for granted (such as your mom packing your lunch for work every day- thanks, mom).   
Sometimes you’re driving home and realize you got off the wrong exit because you forgot that isn’t “home” anymore. Sometimes you have a question that you know your mom could answer but instead of walking down the hallway you have to pick up the phone. Sometimes your roommate isn’t home so there’s just too much silence. And sometimes it all just gets to you – more than you thought it could.

But even with the few downsides, moving out really can have plenty of upsides, especially when you plan things right and you know you're ready. It gives you an opportunity to test yourself and find your strengths and weaknesses in a new realm of adulthood. It allows you to learn more about yourself than you could have if you never left home. 

So maybe you'll cry on the way to your new home for a few days. But eventually it won't make much of a difference because you'll know that no matter where you are, you still have your family. They're just not down the hallway anymore, but that's okay because you can walk around the house without pants on.

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Thursday, December 15, 2016

Happy Holidays

"This is America - Say Merry Christmas!" 

Allow me to break down this completely ridiculous phrase real quick... 

Sure - this is America. A country made up of so many diverse backgrounds, cultures, and - you guessed it - religions. So I ask, why should we then be expected to only say Merry Christmas when there are so many people around us who don't celebrate it? You can say it's the "majority" but that doesn't make it unanimous. This is America - land of the FREE. As in, freedom of religion. As in, freedom to not have to be subjected to Christianity and it's practices if individuals so do choose because we (SURPRISE) don't have a national religion. I thought this was clear in my third grade history book, but maybe a lot of people skipped that chapter...

I'm not asking you to go around and say "Hey, which holiday do you celebrate so I may wish you a happy-whatever and not offend you." I'm asking you to just say "Happy Holidays" because we already have a phrase that takes the place of that completely unnecessary question and still allows you to wish others well during this season. You could always give "Season's Greetings" a test drive if "Happy Holidays" is just not doing the trick for you. 

And I'm not saying you shouldn't say "Merry Christmas" to someone who you know celebrates it. I'm just saying if you don't know just stick with the ever-so-inclusive "Happy Holidays." And no it's not because I'm a spineless liberal - it's because I'm a Christian who can acknowledge that not everyone believes what I do, but I'm happy to encourage them to celebrate whatever holiday resonates with them this season and I hope that they start the new year happy and healthy. Now isn't that what we all should want for everyone? 

So this year instead of squinting your eyes and saying "Merry Christmas" to someone who wishes you "Happy Holidays" - how about you just say "You too." Cool, glad we could agree on that.

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Thursday, November 3, 2016

Hire Me... I'm Begging You

I never thought that looking for a full time job would be so hard. Everyone always said, "Go to college. Get a degree." And that's what I did. I dedicated countless hours and thousands of dollars worth in debt to get this mystical piece of paper that people told me would be my only ticket to a happy, successful life.

The job search process is hands down one of the most crushing experiences. You consistently sell yourself for things just to get rejections weeks later when you forgot you ever applied. You write countless cover letters. Read your resume so many times you wonder if you'd even hire yourself. My search honestly made me question my sanity at some of the lowest points.

If you're lucky like me and eventually find something - it can make the search finally seem worth it. But before you reach that point it can seriously make you question everything. What you studied. Where you studied. Where you moved after graduation. Why you didn't join certain clubs in college. Why you didn't try harder in that one stupid freshman class that was supposed to teach you what to do with the rest of your life and how to write a resume because good lord that would be handy right now. The list goes on.

But as much as the experience can crush you, it can also teach you to build yourself up, keep your options open, and how not to sell yourself short. The key to it all is keeping your cool and remaining confident. I know what you're thinking - "Sure you say that now that you have a job." But I'm serious. Beating yourself down and feeling sorry for yourself won't help you find a job. You have to remember that the right place will want you. You have to ensure you have a good support system to be there for you and keep pushing. Eventually you will find something and maybe it won't be your forever career, but it's a start.

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