Sunday, September 29, 2013
If I was planning that would be the next year of my life.
(but the point is to not plan, right?)
(but it is a really good plan, fyi)
And in the meantime I am reading books and walking in new parks and wishing I could snuggle me some Brecklyn.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Sunday, September 8, 2013
My comfort zone is home. My stuff surrounding me, the ability to grab a book I have read a dozen times before and read it again on a bad day.
Tuesday night dinners with the parents (making sure I pay once a month so dad doesn't grumble about how often he feeds his grown children) and grocery shopping with mom and weekly visits with grandpa and walking into my brother's house and seeing bells get excited "Aunt Corrie is here!".
Weekend trips to kc to see the group and Topeka to see the grands and Arkansas to see the babies. And the sister, but really the babies. Especially now that there are two babies.
Not having a ton of local friends but getting to see the ones I do have occasionally, and having free time to go visit the far away ones.
Knowing where my ice cream is in the local grocery store and knowing what store I like to begin with and knowing where to get gas from and what parts of town to avoid and what roads to avoid in rain/snow.
Today I am not in my comfort zone. I branched out. I moved 10 hours away from all of the things that made me feel safe. I did it to make a change. To challenge myself to change, to prove I can do it. To explore new places and make more money and have the experience I have always wanted to have.
It sucks. (Pardon the language mom). There wasn't anyone to watch the season opener game with. (Packers lost. I am sad.). Tuesday I will eat dinner alone before going to work. I have no idea if my roof was fixed at home because the person living in my house hasn't messaged me the details. I really like the job (which is so nice, actually, because I hated the last one) but don't know really how to make friends (never been my strong suit. I have awesome friends, but they pretty much made me.). I am scared I will fail at this and I am only a week in.
In other news. Minnesota is beautiful. The river is beautiful. I am enjoying exploring. I figured out that ave-east and st-south so maybe I won't get as lost with both a 6th st and 6th ave.
I can do this. Not sure tonight in my very tired and not sure what I am doing state that I want to do this, but I am definitely not going to give up on the experience 5 days in.
Leaving the comfort zone behind is scary, isn't it?
|View from my new breakroom. Every morning|
Friday, September 14, 2012
I hit a wall last night. I don’t know why, at that moment, sitting at my dining room table in a good mood studying I all of a sudden burst into tears, but i did, and proceeded to cry for most of the next 18hrs. I acknowledged how much I hate school, I hate the format, how stressed I am regarding getting it all done and how much I want to quit. and how much wanting to quit makes me feel like a failure, because I should be able to handle this. I SHOULD BE ABLE TO! was running through my head. Long talks with my mom as I struggled with what to do ended with her looking me in the eye and telling me to drop the class. As she is perhaps the wisest person I know (and, honestly, the one who understands me the most as I am pretty much a 30year younger version of her) I usually listen to what she says, but still… felt like admitting I wasn’t good enough.
Not good enough to handle school, work, life, travel, other peoples weddings, parties. People do this all the time, you know. Handle school and work and husbands and kids (I don’t have either, that should make it easier, yes?) Why can’t I?
All this is running around my head, making me dizzy. The thought of picking up my school books made me want to throw up. The thought of quitting made me want to cry. (well, I was pretty much already crying, but you know what I mean).
Mom had to leave so she had dad call, and as I sat there crying and telling him I was having a mental breakdown and that I can’t do this and that everything was a mess, he, being dad, stayed calm and told me that logically speaking there is a lot going on and this is what can give. and the reason he, my brilliant highly respected in his field dad, doesn’t have his doctorate, is because he didn’t have time. Priorities. You have to have them.
(reasons my dad is my dad and I am me)
Me: I am having a mental breakdown, dad!!!!
Dad: why do you say that?
Me: because I have been crying for 18hrs and my nose is red and hurts and won’t stop running and I don’t know what to do.
Dad: sounds to me like you are having a nose breakdown, but your mental capacity seems fine.
(only my father)
Somehow it works. Mom understanding how I look at things and Dad telling me the practical non-emotional side and me not crying anymore. I am a very blessed person indeed.
Tonight I cheered for the packers while they won while bemoaning the fact that Rodgers failed miserably in fantasy points in leading them to that win. I couldn’t sleep so I got up and took a long hot bubble bath and read an old favorite of a book. I thought about the fact that the author (my favorite!) has her first new book in 7 years coming out this fall and I am going to have time to read it. I made a to-do list for tomorrow, one that doesn’t involve the 6hrs of studying I was originally planning on.
I am going to pack for a week with one of my closest friends, exploring a new city and cheering my team and climbing a volcano.
I am going to mail invitations for a bachelorette party #1 and order invites for a bridal shower #2.
I am going to make cream cheese mints for bridal shower #1. That one could be interesting.
I am going to chase down my cousin and take her out for a drink and make sure she is okay.
I am going to clean my house enough so that when I get back with the craziness of the next 2 weeks I smile when I walk into my home.
I am going to wrap my nephews birthday present and get together the stuff for his first birthday photo shoot.
I am going to go to JC Pennys and Targets and Davids bridal.
I am going to have a late night dinner with my sister and brother.
The priority in my life is the people in my life. Investing in their lives, letting them in mine, spending time with them, loving every minute. I can’t do that if I am stressing uncontrollably about school. In the list of things I need to do, school is the one I can drop. Being a part of the awesome life that I get to call mine? Not something I am willing to sacrifice for the goal of a degree. This might be a temporary decision. Who knows, I might go back in January. Or I might decide that maybe this isn’t what I am supposed to be doing. I think, though, that I need to redefine my definition of failure, because I think I might just possibly be doing the important things right.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
I have grass. It makes me slightly over the top excited, but it is beautiful and worthy of smiles. (And we all know smiles are a good thing)
Isn't my house pretty with a flat yard without dead trees or roots or yellow grass?
I am going to forget how long it took to get done and instead consider my big brother my house's hero.
Monday, July 30, 2012
I skipped some days. Didn’t overly feel like having an attitude adjustment on friday, to be honest…
I think I might get myself a dog for Christmas. And yes, that has both everything and nothing to do with anything.
I got tired of being in a bad mood today, so I made strawberry shortcake, tilapia, butter pecan sweet potatoes and squash, had company over for dinner, and watched some Olympic games. I haven’t decided what exactly I am going to be doing this fall, but I do know that I have been giving the uncertainty a tad too much power.
Summer isn’t all bad.
Tonight is a happy night :)
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Today was pretty awesome.
1. My hallway looks great
2. My dad came and helped me hang lights in my den so I can read in there
3. I had a great workout that almost killed me.
4. The books I wanted were actually at the library
5. I made headway on controlling the chaos.
6. I made grandpa happy with a book of the pictures I took at grandma's funeral. I also made him cry, but tears are part of life. He told me that he has been "told" that grandma is happy and enjoying herself... that she is okay. I am glad he has that knowledge. Knowing she isn't struggling to breathe anymore is what makes walking past an empty room every visit doable.
Time for a good day to end. Night!