Sometimes Tom and I get crafty. I had seen those really cool pictures of different string art all over the internet and I thought I want to make string art! How hard can it be??
Think about it, relationships are like sweaters. This brilliant analogy came to me, like all great ideas, late at night when I was half asleep. You know when you dream up something at night and you think you’re the smartest funniest person in the world? Yeah, this was one of those times.
I woke up to myself thinking about this analogy at some horrible morning hour. Oddly enough, I keep sticky notes by my bed and a pen to write random shit like this down.
Anyway, hear me out!
Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. – Anonymous
Today, I threw a pen and punched my desk. I pounded on my keyboard and slammed my office phone down. I’ve NEVER been like this. I’ve never thrown an adult tantrum! I’ve always been able to remain calm and find another outlet for my anger. But lately, it’s been bad.
So you graduate and are making $45,000 a year – feeling like a big shot. Or not, because 25% of your monthly income is going to rent and 20% to student loans. After you pay for gas and food – you have about $100 that should probably going to some savings account but that’s boring.
I was talking to my grandma about money and she said to me, “Well, do you have a budget? It worked for us and maybe you want to try it.” What kinda silly, simple question is that? Do I have a budget?! I don’t need that – it’s 2018 my online bank tracks that stuff!
The following book changed my life. My entire perspective of the world changed. People look different, social pressure is understood and being yourself is acceptable. It’s a must-read for any introvert.
I wish I had read this book years ago!
I wish I had read it before taking education courses and I wish I had read it before being a teacher.
I wish I had read it before joining the work force and I wish all employers had read it.
Where do I begin? I grew up in a neighborhood that looked nice. It looked like a park. The houses were on acre lots and fairly well maintained. However, the people were sketch. In the back of my head I always worried about drugs, break-ins and someone knocking on my window at night. I trusted no one and had no reason to. A few of my neighbor’s houses had been broken into and ransacked, one house got busted for growing a copious amount of weed and… I wasn’t allowed in my backyard because the neighbor boys were doing drugs in the trees on the edge of the next lot over. (I think those same high boys would come knock on my window at night just to freak me out.)
It was weird. Nothing crazy. But this place was supposed to be better than where we lived in Florida. (We also lived in a sketchy neighborhood there. The neighbor got stabbed at his own party and came knocking on our door for help. Cops would chase people down our street daily. And I distinctly remember the neighbors domestics – I was 4 when we moved.)
You made it. Graduation day is here!
This is the moment you have been waiting for – the moment you have been working towards. You have graduated!
If you’re anything like me – it only took you five short years and multiple majors.
The graduation part – was a lot different than I had imagined. I thought I would be so relieved and ecstatic but instead I felt overwhelmed and depressed.
That’s right. You do not need to have a passion. Repeat after me – I don’t need a passion.
How do you feel? Lighter, at ease, maybe even happier. I know I do. Taking the pressure off yourself to find your passion feels incredible!
The other day I learned the term, “Imposter Syndrome,” and I couldn’t believe I’ve never heard of it before! It describes how I feel about my life and myself a majority of the time.
When I first started college I was majoring in architecture. I had been told that the architecture program was extremely difficult to get into. So naturally, I worked hard and really tried to succeed. But shorty after getting accepted into the program (when not all of my friends had) I thought, “Did I miss something? Did I somehow cheat through it – it’s because I’m a girl… they had to up their female quota.”
Summer of 2016 was all about camping for Tom and myself. After finding a smoking deal on an incredible tent, we pulled the trigger and started a new hobby together. First adventure on the list was camping with wild bison!
The first night we camped by Mount Rushmore and it was freezing! My mother had just bought me a new sleeping pad which I just assumed it was the right size. Well it wasn’t. It was kid sized. So Tom and I tried to share his mat. We huddled together and somehow got a little bit of sleep. We woke up really early and just drove around with the heat blasting. Aside: Check your shit people! And the weather. I’m a Moron.