This Blog is NOT Abandoned; At least not entirely.

I suppose it’s blog law in blog world that some blogs will get abandoned. I pretty much predicted this in my first post about this particular blog aaaaand turns out it [almost] came to frutition. But in my defense (and here come the excuses…), life happened. And the holidays. Which are really a huge pain in the rear. But aside from starting a new job in September, and then another in November, (and then a part-time second job in December…no really.), there were also holiday parties, and tons of shopping, and a wedding…the list really does go on. But now it’s back to drab and drool reality and a not so hectic start of 2013. It’s funny how during the slow periods I tend to wish more was going on, and once life gets a crazy I almost breakdown in tears wishing for a chance to just relax on the couch.

I’ve never given resolutions much thought. It seems to be a trend with some people that others tend to bash and maybe this stigma has always kept me from actually making resolutions for fear of falling into that category of people that never follow through. I’m not going to make resolutions 1-10. Or really a resolution in the popularly agreed definition of this phenomena. But I do find myself welcoming 2013 with a different vigor than 2012; a vigor much more positive than any feeling I’ve had in the last few years.

I’d characterize my first few years after high school as a period of youthful and naive invincibility. And, I assume as a rule of life, there was a natural dissipation of optimism of my youth that’s characterized the last two to three years. I chalk this up to growing up as well as a disinterest in the career ladder I was on and highly torrential relationship that spanned most of 2010 and 2011. Needless to say my outlook on 2012 was fairly negative.

If life is just a series of ups and downs, I was on my first very real down of my adult life. But 2012 quickly picked up. I started dating the man of my dreams (quite literally, I was infatuated with him from an early age…but that’s another story…), I moved to a part of the city I’ve been dying to live in, and as for my biggest feat, I quit working in a horrid industry that most likely contributed to 75% of my unhappiness. Looking back, that might be the most daring and spontaneous decision I’ve ever made. While not an easy decision, I mulled it over for maybe a month. I had a modest savings account and once I had the idea in my head that I COULD live off these savings for a couple months, I gave my resignation and saved every penny of every paycheck I could for the next three weeks after. I had no solid job offers. Hell, I hardly even had job opportunities. But there was something telling me it was the right decision. Granted, it was probably my own voice convicing me it was the right thing, but it worked. I figured I had enough money saved up to last me six months, and if I could exert all my energy into job searching, there was no way I wouldn’t find something.

Five months later, after awesome [unemployed] crib life, one part-time job that hardly covered my expenses, and a full-time job that seemed where I’d be stuck at for while with okay pay, I landed the job I was wishing for that day I gave my notice to my old boss. It’s not the perfect job, nor is it my dream job, but for the time being it fits. I don’t dread going to work or have mini-anxiety spells in the last few hours of my days off before bed.

I didn’t really start writing this entry knowing where I’d go with it — I think I started to ramble towards the end. But I guess this has all come together to me as a realization that I am happy. And I’m glad to start the new year off with a happy feeling. Everything in it’s right place.




Yesterday was my last day at the Speech Therapy clinic. My supervisor said to me as we were leaving that God (or the universe, as I prefer) does things for a reason and that me working there for a short time was not insignificant. She really believes that I was meant to be exposed to and learn about something I’d never paid much attention to. The last thing she said to me was that she’s sure our paths will cross again when I’m an SLP.

I think I know what career path I want to follow and at the same time, I don’t. I had this conversation with Jason about a month ago and I’ve been playing with the idea about going to school to be an SLP for some time now. What’s crazy is that I never once approached my boss with this or even mentioned it in passing.

So driving home yesterday after work, it’s all I could think about. And I felt something indescribable. Somewhere between being undeniably sure and a little at peace. I decided a few months ago that human resources was my calling and that I’d be really good at it and while this sentiment hasn’t changed, I think I want something more challenging. Something fulfilling and that will keep me on my toes.

At work, I’ve seen some of therapist make so much progress with their clients, the majority being children. The work they do is so beautiful. And it’s such an exciting future to look forward to.


Hello internetz!

So this is an attempt to get back at it in the blogging world. As many others can attest to and identify with, my first experience presenting myself on the internetz blog world began back in junior high and high school with LiveJournal, Xanga, Diary-X etc etc. Somehow when I was 15 I found myself with so much to say and convinced myself the whole world was at the edge of their seats waiting to read it. Then, I started to grow and mature and began to experience an extreme embarassment at some of the things I had posted. (I’ve already deleted all those old accounts. No need to have those floating around the web.)

Fast forward a little bit, to when I started a Tumblr account. I found myself needing an outlet. And some inspiration. And a place to record thoughts. And just wanting to propel myself back into the blogging world.

That failed miserably. I don’t think Tumblr is the blogging environment I was looking for. Which brings me to now and here. I hope to follow through on this project. I have an intense lackluster on followthrough. (Half painted canvases littering my living room not evidence of this…) But maybe a steady work schedule, an awesome planner, and a renewed sense of self with help this time around.

For now, cheers!