College grad, feeling 22 and optimistic.
And now it’s all I can think about. Whether or not I’ll actually go through with that thought process is something entirely different, but I’m considering it more than I ever thought I would.
Sometimes when you’re stressed out and broken down and completely bent out of shape, all you need to do is find a pair of arms to wrap yourself up in…preferably the arms of someone who loves you.
All I know is that I love you.
I love you with all the certainty that the sky is blue and the sun is bright.
I love you in your brand new car with the air off and the windows down.
I love you crouched down on the porch as you perfect the cross-pollination of your blueberry plants.
I love you when we take a wrong turn off the highway, taking us 15 miles in the wrong direction and you say it’s okay because you “like this song anyway.”
I love you when politely let nosy strangers know that even though you are 6’8, you do not play basketball, but you do play softball.
I love you when you treat your dog like a prince, when you treat your parents and your sister like they’re royalty, and when you call me your princess.
I love you all the time, in every way, and I’m so happy I can finally say it out loud.
Today is a day that I am just so incredibly thankful to be healthy, alive and loved. I think when stress piles up from work, traffic, money, etc., I forget to breathe. Even though it’s back to the grind in just 18 hours, I’m not letting myself think or stress about tomorrow. I’m not making any plans. I’m taking it all as it comes and it feels so, so good.
All it takes is someone telling you to get out of your own head to cause you to see the light. I’ve never known such a beautiful, down to earth, carefree, dedicated, determined person. I am endlessly happy to be yours and for you to be mine.
It’s so great being surrounded by people who bring out the best in me. People who make me laugh, people who push me to do better, people who believe in me and encourage me. I’ve had such a positive outlook on life lately. I can feel myself pushing out of my comfort zone at work - forcing myself to strike up a conversation with a stranger at a networking event, closing deals, making calls when I have little to no motivation or confidence to do so. I’m pushing myself to meet my fitness goals (no worries, not gonna get all “fitspo” up in here…don’t care enough). I’m pushing myself to not sweat the petty stuff and to not pet the sweaty stuff. It’s a process and I’m no where near perfect but I sure do love the people who help me along the way.
Actually, it’s more of a to-do list, because resolutions are forgotten and to-do lists nag at you until you’re finished with them.
Save at least $100 per month. For what, I don’t know, but I won’t touch it until I do.Ended up saving a lot more than this. Went through most of it when I took a hiatus from work after Europe, but I’ve built it back up again for when I move out in the coming year.
- Continue to go to the gym/go running 3 times per week, minimum. Even if it’s just for 20 minutes, it’s better than nothing.
It’s tough to say if I really did this or not. I’d have to say most weeks I did, especially when I first moved back home and didn’t have a big girl job yet.
Travel to at least 3 places I’ve never been to.Rome, London, Oxford. And a ton more.
Explore my career options. Since, you know, I’m graduating college and all.Got a job in sales…never thought I’d see the day.
Learn to accept love and grow in love.Definitely did this. Life took a random turn toward the end of the year, but I learned how to love others selflessly and love myself selfishly. Does that make sense?
- Bake more/read more/do more of things I enjoy, no matter what. MAKE TIME for these things. Again, it’s hard to really calculate an answer for this, but I baked plenty o’ treats this year and read at least ten books.
Very seriously considering dying my hair red. Not red, red but like Amy Adams strawberry blonde perfection kind of red. I saw American Hustle last night and all I could think about was how much I loved her hair color and how I want a change and how easy it would be to transition that color back to blonde if and when I want to. Hmmmm. 2014, what will you have in store for my head?
- My fruit loop of a boyfriend.
I ain’t mad about it.
This Christmas, I feel nostalgic but I also feel lucky. It’s an awkward combination, but I’m taking it as a grain of salt and taking in all of the holiday cheer and excitement. I absolutely love this time of year, and I plan on taking full advantage before it all ends at midnight. Merry Christmas, everyone!
It’s tough knowing my place. When it’s my place to make a suggestion, when it’s my place to congratulate someone, when it’s my place to make a snide comment. It’s tough losing that place. It’s also a relief. I no longer need to suggest a solution to a problem because it isn’t mine. I don’t feel the need to be a snarky bitch because I don’t care enough to waste my breath. It’s like I’m letting go of the microscopic part of me that enjoyed the thrill of the drama, the height of an argument, the triumph of a non-competition. It’s a slow process but I’m learning, learning all the time.
When we hear the phrase “tomorrow isn’t guaranteed,” I think we have a tendency to assume it’s in reference to death. I think it rings true to living as well.
Whether it’s a friendship or a relationship, a job or a place to live, no one is guaranteed a tomorrow. People fight and don’t make up. Companies get bought out and cut jobs. What’s comfortable to you now is never promised and that’s the sad reality.
Sometimes we figure these things out the hard way. We don’t appreciate the things that people do for us until they stop doing them. We don’t appreciate the people we surround ourselves with until they aren’t around anymore. It’s not a fault; it’s human nature.
It’s a little early, but my New Years resolution is to appreciate a little more and to worry a little less. I want to appreciate what I have and what I’ve had, and try not to worry about the rest.
I hate hurting the people I love. It’s the worst feeling and I wish I could take that pain and make it my own. Is that stupid? I feel like I already know the answer to that. I guess at the end of the day, you need to put yourself first. That’s something I have literally zero experience with, and I’m feeling the after-effects as we speak. Time heals all, I suppose.
I wasn’t raised to be “big” on holidays but I just love the holidays. I love the red Starbucks cups and the twinkling lights on Christmas trees and crackling holiday scented candles and candy canes and hot chocolate and finding the perfect gifts and just everything.