Nothing profound to say here today. I'm just typing. And the grammar and structure are awful because there is literally 5% effort being put into this. They are drilling again outside my office. Or moreso inside the ceiling, so it's like it's in my office- and it's too loud for music, too loud for work. just too dang loud.
I am officially registered for my grad classes. That is exciting and something I never really thought about doing. I have a love hate relationship with school. I love to learn, I hate having to sit through lectures. And math. I hate math. I hate math as much as I hate spiders. And that's a large amount of hate.
I often do free online courses from Coursera just because I like the learning. I am aware of how nerdy I can be. But I don't think there's anything wrong with being educated. And if it interests you, why not keeping learning about it? My uncle just retired from National Geographic this week, 43 years. I have always thought that was the absolute coolest thing! All that he has learned over the years, all the traveling they've done-- never stop learning what you love! He is a definite inspiration to that idea!
I'm always texting my friends rando science stuff. I know they don't really care. And usually they just ignore it. Every now and then they'll ask what something is or to explain something, but very rarely do they ever actually open the article I sent. hahaha it's okay, guys. Someday someone will care about listening to what I care about and letting me talk about it like I let every. single. one. of you. talk about your stuff. No guilt trip or anything ;)
Today is the first day back for students. Fall is always so nostalgic for me. For all my first days of school in Ohio, to my first day of DTS in Nashville, to my first days of College both in MS and in PA and now in TN. I miss walking around campus to my first class in the chilly weather. Headphones, hoodies, and soon, boots, scarves, and hats. I don't miss walking around campus in a foot of snow though. But I miss the coffee dates, the late days at the school library, the smell of fresh fallen leaves and the cold wind on my face. I miss walking to my car in the evenings and going home to curl up on the couch with a warm cup of tea and a blanket (and is there is a person to curl up with, they can be included lol) and watching tv and doing homework for the evening. This time around school will be much different. For my third degree, I am going to take online classes and when I go home it will be to wrangle my kiddo, get her a bath, potentially get a text or two out to some people, finish some homework, long for the easier days, get to sleep at a decent hour and do it all again. I will greatly look forward to the weekends and holidays off from work.
Now for the drama you all so eagerly bite at:
In response to my last blog post: YOU GUYS. I truly can't believe the amount of messages I got from people about days you would re-live, take back or go through again. SO MANY absolutely thought provoking things. Thank you for sharing them with me! I mean often you all comment on facebook or message me, but the response was almost overwhelming! so many secrets, I felt like I was running my own personal Post Secret page for a minute! Thank you for letting me know you're all reading, and listening! I mean, I can see the amount of readers I have (and the countries, and it's wild some of you who read this!), but it doesn't mean much until people respond. I am hoping for some of you, you get to relive those wonderful days. And for the ones filled with regrets, I hope you someday learn to let go of those, and for the mistakes made-- that you will know you lived through them and you're better for it now, and that you too, will learn to make the best of life from here on out.
Also in response to the last two blogs: I had more than one or even two people message me asking who I was talking about-- if it was them, if it was so and so. Only one person had it right, and I was 95% sure he never read this thing. So oops on me. There are reasons you people of the internet world don't know who he is, and I don't talk about him in real life. Not any good reasons on my end. But probably some on his. But also there's not really anything to talk about. I come and go between being something he needs in his life, to being an option when he's bored. So that doesn't say a whole lot of good things to outsiders. But if there's ever been one person I've actually kept my promise to always be friends with, it's him. This thing goes both ways. And that's our business. ;) But I love you all the same. Even you who we haven't talked in years and then text other friends I haven't talked to in months asking if they know about my life-- you just make me giggle.
I have a hundred different thoughts in my head right now, and none of them are even important. so anyways, here is to another fall, another school year, another day to make new life choices. I'm excited to get home, curl up, drink some tea and wait for the rest of the adventures life will throw in my direction.
Xoxo
Monday, August 22, 2016
Friday, August 19, 2016
No regrets, just life
The other day I was asked "If you could go back and redo one day, 24 hours, what would it be?"
So I asked a few people. Some of the answers were as to be expected - "the day I left home" "the day I got in trouble" "the day I met so and so" "the day I didn't turn around and say what I felt." All the answers seem like movie answers. Looking for ways to romanticize our lives with the "what ifs" and could have beens.
I have a couple different days I can't decide between. Three actually. All 3 of them would have led to such incredibly lives for me. The first would probably be the day I came home and decided I would move across the country with my parents. They bought a house while we were on a vacation to Nashville. We came to the Memphis area for TWO DAYS in which they ended up buying a house. and being approved for the loan and everything went through in like 6 hours. It was wild. But I was a Junior in HS at the time, and in the end they gave me the option to stay at a family members house and finish out highschool, or move with them. I decided on a Wednesday, and my last day of school was a week and half later, Friday. I moved the next day. I absolutely love the life I lived years 16-19 down here, but what if I had stayed? I honestly have no clue who I would be. Would I have actually stayed in and finished (I left school at the end of junior year (i did end up with a diploma though) and traveled--my next what if)? Would I have ended up married to my high school boyfriend? Would I have been involved in my church? Or would I have fallen into the party scene as so many tended to do at that time? I can honestly say I have no clue what my life would have been if I stayed in Ohio.
When I was done with HS, a year early, at 17, I had a wonderful group of friends down here that to this day I attribute who I am to them. All the late nights, heartache, long drives, river runs, fireworks, favorite favorites days and friends-- I have never had a time I enjoyed so much in my life. But that same year, Hurricane Katrina hit. I live in Mississippi. Northern MS definitely didn't get it like southern did, but it hit home. I had to help. So I signed up to go for two weeks. But right before that time hit, I decided I would go join a missions school in Nashville (we still went down and helped) and that was 6 months. It was a great turning point in my life. My 2nd what if is what if I would have said yes to staying another 6 months and doing the second year there? I had always wanted to, but being home with my friends again was just filling that hole in my heart that missed them all so much. So at 18 I said no and kept living my life. Had I stayed? I probably would still be in YWAM doing missions work all over the world. An entirely different life. Probably not sitting here listening to Britney Spears' new song. lol
My last one would be this: I won't ever say I regret my marriage, it was a choice I made that at one time was good. But I didn't really learn much from it. Maybe just that when your intuition is right, follow it. But I think it would be the day we decided to go on our first date. It was such a perfect and fun night. But had I just been paying attention to my crazy Microbiology teacher going on about the Queen Bey's clothing options, instead of texting well, I might have got a better grade in there. But had I not been angry at my best friend and trying to be busy without her, I wouldn't have asked him to hang out, and had we never hung out I don't think we ever would have. I wouldn't have changed my mind about going to Univ of Southern MS for Marine Biology. I had been accepted into their very highly esteemed Marine Bio program and was set to leave in 3 months. When you start dating someone you've been talking to as friends for a while, you do it sort of knowing that it's like an "all in" type thing. Like "if we're gonna mess up this friendship we better go big or go home" sort of thing. So we went big. We took the dive. We started hanging out every single day even just for 5 minutes to say hi. After a month and half, me (I guess) foolishly thinking that we could make a 5 hour difference work, I ultimately made the decision to rescind my application and not move. I know the choice was mine in the end, but he asked me to stay, so I stayed. Now, 7 years removed from this decision, we should have seen the red flags in our lives. We were so young. We were so naive. I don't like to think about this decision, because the past is the past. And when you get to thinking about the what ifs, it just makes you crazy.
There are so so many things in my life I might take back if I had the chance to do them over. But I don't have the chance. So when my best friend says "you should have never moved, got married, lived with them, done that degree, bought that dog, car, whatever" (I promise she's a lot more supportive than that makes her sound)-- I can't help but get mad and say "DROP IT." The past is the past and we can't change anything that has happened. But we CAN learn from it. We can change our lives now, we can work harder, do better, make better decisions, stop to think something through. We have 1,440 minutes a day to change our lives. We can get up from our jobs we hate and literally walk out right now if we want to (I don't advise this, money is needed for life). We can pick up the phone and call or email or text the person we haven't talked to in years over some old grudge. We can do the same just to remind an old friend we love them. We can literally make our lives anything we want. So instead of thinking "if only I could do this again" what if we start to live our lives in the positive-- make the new days what you wish the old days were like.
However, I want to hear your thoughts! If you could redo any day, a full 24 hours, what would it be?
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
Don't bother reading this it's pointless
I've long held this belief that your significant other should be someone who can be your friend, your lover, your helper, your guide, your calm in the storm, your secret keeper, your needs filler, your complete person. I've held this belief because in my previous relationships, that's how it was. We did everything together, we had the same friends, we did the same things, I often just gave in and did what the other person wanted because it was easier than conflict. But your SO can't be everything to you. They just can't. That's too much pressure for one person. I've been on both sides of that argument and now I've really been reevaluating my thoughts on relationships and SO's lately. As I think about the men in my life over the last 5 years, I am realizing just how very different they all were. are? have been?
The first was good until it went bad. We we talked for months before going on a date, then went to exclusively dating. We had mutual friends, so we were able to do almost everything together. We loved each others interests and hobbies, we were happy to paint houses, do yard work, or just hang out at home or go to a movie together. Eventually it turned into the same date every Tuesday night, one worked full time while the other stayed home and worked on school. We lost our want to hang out, we lost ourselves, both of us, in trying to make the other happy. We built a friendship first, which I think has still carried over to this day. The good, the bad, the ugly, we are still friends, all heartbreak and hardship aside. We share a child together. We had a good life together. And just because that is over now, doesn't mean I don't enjoy him any less. We may not be in love anymore, but we still understand the sarcasm, inside jokes, and general hilarity of the last 7 years.
The next was a quick romance, we started out as dating there was no friendship before hand. We lived in different places but we were in constant contact. We hung out every other weekend, we always went and did big things, things we've both always wanted to do. We would stay in sometimes too, but more often we went out. We had fun and good conversation. But there were some concerns, red flags if you will, that I spotted for myself early on. I tried to say we were both overlooking things in each other, but in the end there were somethings I just couldn't shake. He was exactly what I thought I wanted when we started dating, but I realized that it wasn't what I wanted at all. The whole constant contact thing- when I was younger was maybe a thing I liked, maybe it showed to me they were interested in my life or cared enough to know what I was doing... but as I've grown up, to me, it's just...smothering. I talk a lot. I like to talk. When I don't know someone I like to get to know all the things about them. I think I have interesting stories so I tell them back. But there is just something different about someone needing to know where I am every second of the day, when we are just dating- not living together, not even in the same town, vs. just getting to know everything about them, that is a little too much for me.
I love sweet things- flowers brought home every now and then, dinner and a movie, holding hands. But I've learned that even though I think the cute stuff is sometimes necessary and let's me know my guy is thinking about me, I believe that it's not in the THINGS that can be bought, but it's in the good morning texts, the afternoon phone calls, the "You're beautiful" compliments or the "you're doing a good job" affirmations. It's in the "hey, I want to take you and your kid to the park but I also want to take you to the park *wink wink nudge nudge*"
There is a want for down to earth in my life. I understand that when the love bug hits, it can hit hard. But as a 28 year old divorced mom, I don't have time right now to keep my head in the clouds.
Which leads me to the next thought. I started "talking" to someone not too long ago. It started as a friendship and somehow, maybe we were both in vulnerable spots, or maybe it's really something (I'm not sure yet), it turned into this sort of...thing. But we lead different lives. We work, we have responsibilities at home, we have plans, goals, and lives aside from each other. But instead of trying to move mountains ourselves to make our lives match up, we sort of agree that we just need to wait and see what happens. But on that note-- He started his game strong-- every day with the "good morning, beautiful" texts on our ways to work, cute little reminders throughout the day that he was thinking about me, he would talk to me about what he was working on, he would tell me he missed me, we would have actual conversations about actual stuff. His mind is so creative and beautiful. I'm aware of how corny and poetic that sounds. I could honestly just sit and listen to him talk for hours. BUT- he isn't much of a talker. He is pretty much emotionally unavailable. He gets sucked into his hobbies or responsibilities and I might not hear from him for an entire day or more. But when I do hear from him, (time for more poetic crap) he calms my storm as much as he starts it. But whatever this thing is, it's not just about finding someone to be with, it's about finding a friend to go through life with, that is and has always been there for you. I have no doubt that he would be a little more available if we were actually in a relationship, but right now we aren't, and I'm not positive we ever will be, I hope so, but I'll take what I can get. He may not always ask how my day is (which can be rough when I just want to talk to someone about my super crappy day), but he often asks how Maggie is doing, or what we are up to. He does try, maybe not always as much as I would like, but it's there. However, after a few months now, he will still talk about the future, but he no longer tells me I'm beautiful daily, no longer likes my posts on Instagram (I'm aware that's not actually a thing to be hung up on, and I'm not), he only sometimes tells me good morning and lately so many of his texts are one word answers. One day he seems into it, the next it's like we've never discussed a relationship. So in my opinion, it's clear that the bus stops here. Which is a hard pill to swallow. I really think this could be something, but I think it's clear that for now-- we are on two different bus lines. So, back to the waiting to see what comes. Que sera, sera. (I'm only 95% sure he doesn't read this blog, but if you do-- hey, homie ;) now you know.)
When I think about my life in the future, I do see someone in it, doing life with me and Maggie. Someone who will go to the park with us, who will hold my hand and walk around down town with me, who will encourage the things I believe in and want to do in life, but also someone who has his own life to live. I don't have the time to be babysat, or to babysit. I don't have time to bicker over the friendships I have with people who were my family for 7 years. I don't have energy to waste on someone who won't put energy into me, who won't make time for me. I am looking for someone to walk beside me, to compliment me, to help me along. I'm not looking for someone who wants to try and "save" me. In the wise words of "Rent"-- "I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine" (I just really think that line is so perfect, because we all have baggage, but it's how we choose to carry it that makes all the difference).
I guess I'm looking for someone in-between all of these things. Someone who can hold educated conversations with me, who can pick my brain. Someone who can be just as sarcastic to me as I can be to them. Someone who goes out of their way to make me laugh or smile when I'm having a rough day, not just say "oh I'm sorry."Someone who doesn't try to run my life, who will meet me in the middle on the big things in our life. Someone who doesn't try to speak for me, but let's me be my own individual. Someone who, to put it simply, matches my efforts. I think that I'm just looking for someone to accept me how I am, and I can accept him, and there's not any trying to change each other, but there's a mutual effort and happiness and understanding of our lives. A friendship but not a complete total reliance on the other person. Does that make sense? I guess this is what modern day relationships are. And I feel lost in navigating this world all over again. But I know the unicorn is out there.
The first was good until it went bad. We we talked for months before going on a date, then went to exclusively dating. We had mutual friends, so we were able to do almost everything together. We loved each others interests and hobbies, we were happy to paint houses, do yard work, or just hang out at home or go to a movie together. Eventually it turned into the same date every Tuesday night, one worked full time while the other stayed home and worked on school. We lost our want to hang out, we lost ourselves, both of us, in trying to make the other happy. We built a friendship first, which I think has still carried over to this day. The good, the bad, the ugly, we are still friends, all heartbreak and hardship aside. We share a child together. We had a good life together. And just because that is over now, doesn't mean I don't enjoy him any less. We may not be in love anymore, but we still understand the sarcasm, inside jokes, and general hilarity of the last 7 years.
The next was a quick romance, we started out as dating there was no friendship before hand. We lived in different places but we were in constant contact. We hung out every other weekend, we always went and did big things, things we've both always wanted to do. We would stay in sometimes too, but more often we went out. We had fun and good conversation. But there were some concerns, red flags if you will, that I spotted for myself early on. I tried to say we were both overlooking things in each other, but in the end there were somethings I just couldn't shake. He was exactly what I thought I wanted when we started dating, but I realized that it wasn't what I wanted at all. The whole constant contact thing- when I was younger was maybe a thing I liked, maybe it showed to me they were interested in my life or cared enough to know what I was doing... but as I've grown up, to me, it's just...smothering. I talk a lot. I like to talk. When I don't know someone I like to get to know all the things about them. I think I have interesting stories so I tell them back. But there is just something different about someone needing to know where I am every second of the day, when we are just dating- not living together, not even in the same town, vs. just getting to know everything about them, that is a little too much for me.
I love sweet things- flowers brought home every now and then, dinner and a movie, holding hands. But I've learned that even though I think the cute stuff is sometimes necessary and let's me know my guy is thinking about me, I believe that it's not in the THINGS that can be bought, but it's in the good morning texts, the afternoon phone calls, the "You're beautiful" compliments or the "you're doing a good job" affirmations. It's in the "hey, I want to take you and your kid to the park but I also want to take you to the park *wink wink nudge nudge*"
There is a want for down to earth in my life. I understand that when the love bug hits, it can hit hard. But as a 28 year old divorced mom, I don't have time right now to keep my head in the clouds.
Which leads me to the next thought. I started "talking" to someone not too long ago. It started as a friendship and somehow, maybe we were both in vulnerable spots, or maybe it's really something (I'm not sure yet), it turned into this sort of...thing. But we lead different lives. We work, we have responsibilities at home, we have plans, goals, and lives aside from each other. But instead of trying to move mountains ourselves to make our lives match up, we sort of agree that we just need to wait and see what happens. But on that note-- He started his game strong-- every day with the "good morning, beautiful" texts on our ways to work, cute little reminders throughout the day that he was thinking about me, he would talk to me about what he was working on, he would tell me he missed me, we would have actual conversations about actual stuff. His mind is so creative and beautiful. I'm aware of how corny and poetic that sounds. I could honestly just sit and listen to him talk for hours. BUT- he isn't much of a talker. He is pretty much emotionally unavailable. He gets sucked into his hobbies or responsibilities and I might not hear from him for an entire day or more. But when I do hear from him, (time for more poetic crap) he calms my storm as much as he starts it. But whatever this thing is, it's not just about finding someone to be with, it's about finding a friend to go through life with, that is and has always been there for you. I have no doubt that he would be a little more available if we were actually in a relationship, but right now we aren't, and I'm not positive we ever will be, I hope so, but I'll take what I can get. He may not always ask how my day is (which can be rough when I just want to talk to someone about my super crappy day), but he often asks how Maggie is doing, or what we are up to. He does try, maybe not always as much as I would like, but it's there. However, after a few months now, he will still talk about the future, but he no longer tells me I'm beautiful daily, no longer likes my posts on Instagram (I'm aware that's not actually a thing to be hung up on, and I'm not), he only sometimes tells me good morning and lately so many of his texts are one word answers. One day he seems into it, the next it's like we've never discussed a relationship. So in my opinion, it's clear that the bus stops here. Which is a hard pill to swallow. I really think this could be something, but I think it's clear that for now-- we are on two different bus lines. So, back to the waiting to see what comes. Que sera, sera. (I'm only 95% sure he doesn't read this blog, but if you do-- hey, homie ;) now you know.)
When I think about my life in the future, I do see someone in it, doing life with me and Maggie. Someone who will go to the park with us, who will hold my hand and walk around down town with me, who will encourage the things I believe in and want to do in life, but also someone who has his own life to live. I don't have the time to be babysat, or to babysit. I don't have time to bicker over the friendships I have with people who were my family for 7 years. I don't have energy to waste on someone who won't put energy into me, who won't make time for me. I am looking for someone to walk beside me, to compliment me, to help me along. I'm not looking for someone who wants to try and "save" me. In the wise words of "Rent"-- "I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine" (I just really think that line is so perfect, because we all have baggage, but it's how we choose to carry it that makes all the difference).
I guess I'm looking for someone in-between all of these things. Someone who can hold educated conversations with me, who can pick my brain. Someone who can be just as sarcastic to me as I can be to them. Someone who goes out of their way to make me laugh or smile when I'm having a rough day, not just say "oh I'm sorry."Someone who doesn't try to run my life, who will meet me in the middle on the big things in our life. Someone who doesn't try to speak for me, but let's me be my own individual. Someone who, to put it simply, matches my efforts. I think that I'm just looking for someone to accept me how I am, and I can accept him, and there's not any trying to change each other, but there's a mutual effort and happiness and understanding of our lives. A friendship but not a complete total reliance on the other person. Does that make sense? I guess this is what modern day relationships are. And I feel lost in navigating this world all over again. But I know the unicorn is out there.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
Happy Birthday, Maggie Jean!
Two years ago I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of little Maggie Jean. She was estimated to be 10 lbs (!!!) so we scheduled a c-section for August 15 (her due date). On Friday August 8 I went to the doctor in the morning and he said he wanted me to have her that weekend! We didn't have anything prepared at the house -- David was in the process of staying elsewhere until I moved, but we were also packing my things so that roommates could move in with him once I left (so we didn't pay to break the lease since he stayed in PA for the next year). We didn't have any space set up for Maggie, I hadn't even finished payroll for the week at work! I just remember that being such a whirlwind of a day. So I went to work, luckily it was slow - the workers were all "laid off" for the week as production was slow, none of the bosses were in, just me and a couple of the guys. I finished payroll and typed up a manual for whoever was going to take my place, paid and filed the last of the bills I could do, called our contractors and emailed work sites to let them know I would no longer be there after today, and said my goodbyes. I went to the grocery store on my way home and got some last minute things I thought I would need and went home to organize and try to get as ready as one can possibly be to have a baby!
Saturday went by fast, then Sunday came. On Sunday we went to the hospital prepared to meet our little girl that day. The doctors checked me in (if you live in ERIE, I truly suggest going to UPMC, it's beautiful!), and the waiting game began. They gave me my first dose of cytotec (to start labor basically) and it didn't do anything but cause contractions. I had contractions all night, and about 4am they gave me a second dose. Maggie was nowhere to be seen around 8am, so the doctors (the same who said to have her this weekend) gave me two options, I could go home and wait it out or have a csection later that day. I was moving in two weeks so we opted for that day. after 7 hours of waiting in a tiny recovery room with my mom and David, the doctors finally took me back.
I had a spinal block, which was terrifying. But as soon as they laid me back, we were ready to go. David came in and literally it went like this:
D: "hey, how are you?"
Me: "scared, this is scary. how are you?"
D: "I'm ok. excited. nervous..."
*Cue Maggie crying*
It went SO FAST. David went and scooped her up, showed her to me, then they were back out to our room (I hear D wouldn't let my mom hold Maggie because he just kept hugging her and taking pictures lol he was pretty excited)
Things got interesting here. They had a shift change in the middle of my 5 minute surgery. WHAT? So the count got off on some needles.... so they had to call radiology to make sure they didn't leave one in me...WHAT?! So I was in there for about 40 minutes when a nurse called to make sure all was ok, she noticed I wasn't with my family and didn't want them to freak out. The doctor went and sat down and turned on Pandora for me to listen to and the sweet little nurse just talked with me to keep me from being bummed out that my kid was already 1.5 hours old when I finally got to see her! Anyways, They did xrays twice and I finally got to go see my girl and all was well in the world.
Born at 2pm, this 6lb (not 10!!) 21 in long beautiful girl would forever change our lives.
We lived in PA for 2 weeks, then moved to MS. It has been the most exciting, tiring, love-filled, stressful two years of my life. But I wouldn't trade her for anything in the world.
Happy Birthday, my sweet girl.
*Pretty much this exactly
Maggie's Godmother, Dad, Me, and My Brother - Her Godfather at her baptism.
Saturday, July 30, 2016
whatevs
11 pm on a Friday night. My kid has been asleep for a couple hours, what seems like the only person I talk to is MIA (but probably sleeping), and I just decided to list my wedding ring for sale.
Talk about a fast week. I don't even remember Monday, I thought today was only Wednesday when I woke up. I feel like I'm just waiting for my life to begin. Like I'm stuck in this same lonely boring cycle waiting for something to happen. I am only talking about myself here. I know I have Maggie. I know she is growing and excited and we live every single day through the eyes of her two year old adventurous mind. She does keep me on my toes.
But for myself, where does my life start? My life is going, now, yes. But for whatever reason I feel so behind. I will be starting grad school in the fall (though you'd never be able to tell from the grammar of this post), my girl friends and I are planning a trip to Hawaii for our 30th birthdays, and somehow all the guys in my life are making me insane in all the different ways men make women insane. So from the sounds of it, I am right where a 28 year old should be. But it just seems like something is missing. I can speculate. But to be honest I don't completely know what it is. I don't completely know because I don't completely know what I want with my life. I want a family, I want a good job. I want happiness. I think that's what's missing.
This morning every single stupid meme on the internet was just hilarious to me. I was laughing until I was crying. But I felt empty inside. It's such a strange, weird feeling to laugh but feel...dead. I don't normally feel this way, but today I did. I have this literal ache in my soul for missing a person I never intended to miss, I had to ask my Ex about something which just opened a new can of worms, and I listed my wedding ring for sale. Today I hit every single emotion in the book. And I don't have anyone to talk to about it. (Cue where I miss having a significant other or best friend who is on my side).
At the end of the night all I can hope for is that I can find happiness away from relationships for the time being. That I can learn to be patient when I want nothing more than to curl up with someone and laugh at this ridiculous show I'm watching. That I will find and rekindle good friendships with good women. That at a young age of 28, I won't feel like my life is at a stand still, a never ending cycle of boredom. That I will just believe that in the right timing, everything will fall together exactly how it should.
As for the ring, I have mixed emotions. It's a beautiful ring, but I will never wear it again. So, I hope it sells fast, and that will be the last piece of that part of my life to go.
I know this is sort of all over the place. I guess I used this as my journal tonight. I should probably start writing one of those again. I'm sure that will never happen.
Sweet dreams, blogosphere, Thanks for listening.
(p.s. if you're interested in seeing (or buying!) the ring: https://www.etsy.com/listing/469189227/vintage-white-gold-diamond-ring-size-9 )
Talk about a fast week. I don't even remember Monday, I thought today was only Wednesday when I woke up. I feel like I'm just waiting for my life to begin. Like I'm stuck in this same lonely boring cycle waiting for something to happen. I am only talking about myself here. I know I have Maggie. I know she is growing and excited and we live every single day through the eyes of her two year old adventurous mind. She does keep me on my toes.
But for myself, where does my life start? My life is going, now, yes. But for whatever reason I feel so behind. I will be starting grad school in the fall (though you'd never be able to tell from the grammar of this post), my girl friends and I are planning a trip to Hawaii for our 30th birthdays, and somehow all the guys in my life are making me insane in all the different ways men make women insane. So from the sounds of it, I am right where a 28 year old should be. But it just seems like something is missing. I can speculate. But to be honest I don't completely know what it is. I don't completely know because I don't completely know what I want with my life. I want a family, I want a good job. I want happiness. I think that's what's missing.
This morning every single stupid meme on the internet was just hilarious to me. I was laughing until I was crying. But I felt empty inside. It's such a strange, weird feeling to laugh but feel...dead. I don't normally feel this way, but today I did. I have this literal ache in my soul for missing a person I never intended to miss, I had to ask my Ex about something which just opened a new can of worms, and I listed my wedding ring for sale. Today I hit every single emotion in the book. And I don't have anyone to talk to about it. (Cue where I miss having a significant other or best friend who is on my side).
At the end of the night all I can hope for is that I can find happiness away from relationships for the time being. That I can learn to be patient when I want nothing more than to curl up with someone and laugh at this ridiculous show I'm watching. That I will find and rekindle good friendships with good women. That at a young age of 28, I won't feel like my life is at a stand still, a never ending cycle of boredom. That I will just believe that in the right timing, everything will fall together exactly how it should.
As for the ring, I have mixed emotions. It's a beautiful ring, but I will never wear it again. So, I hope it sells fast, and that will be the last piece of that part of my life to go.
I know this is sort of all over the place. I guess I used this as my journal tonight. I should probably start writing one of those again. I'm sure that will never happen.
Sweet dreams, blogosphere, Thanks for listening.
(p.s. if you're interested in seeing (or buying!) the ring: https://www.etsy.com/listing/469189227/vintage-white-gold-diamond-ring-size-9 )
Thursday, July 21, 2016
milestones
The last year has been full of so many ups and downs. My faith has strengthened and wavered, my friendships have come and gone, my dating life has been a wreck, and my sweet girl is now almost 2 years old (this might be the hardest pill to swallow). If you had told me this time last year (and even still some days now) that I would make it through, that I will be okay-- I may have rolled my eyes and said "yeah, okay."
But yesterday I put air in my tires on my own, for the first time. I killed an actually pretty big spider hanging in my living room. I put money into my savings account. Paid all sorts of bills I never even thought of 10 years ago (I now owe only 1/4 of what I paid for my car!). And at the end of the night I tucked my girl into bed, read her a story, said our prayers, and we both went to sleep knowing that we are being taken care of. That we have a good car, a roof over our heads, I can work my job and send her to a wonderful sitter, and if she wants the Minnie mouse toy at the store- I can actually afford to buy it for her.
These are the little unnoticed milestones in the rebuilding of a life. I will admit, there are days when I can't see a light at the end of any of the tunnels, but when I really stop to think-- I had a major life setback, that wasn't a product of my own choices -- we are doing just fine. Given, we are doing this okay because we have wonderful, supportive, and helpful family and friends. I wouldn't have made it through the last year without them, and that's a fact.
At 28 years old I truly had a different vision for my life. But when I think about what that vision was, and while I don't necessarily condone divorce, I see so clearly that D and I were on different paths in life. I will never regret my first marriage, but I can only hope that everyone involved in the terrible destruction that it was will learn and grow abundantly from it.
Today I am meeting with Profit/Nonprofit Administration degree program department head to discuss starting my Master's degree in January. This is definitely a 180 from the degree I so passionately wanted to pursue when I started college. I began in Biology, Marine biology (will always be the first love of my life). When I met D, we decided to move to PA which happens to be nowhere near an ocean (yes, I know there is Lake Erie, but that's not the same). So I switched to Earth Science, which will stay a constant love and interest until I die. This is where having children and being on your own changes everything-- I know some people will say to never give up on your dreams, but Maggie is part of my life's dreams, so I am choosing her over underwater cave diving, standing on the edge of volcanoes, and discovering if the Megalodon shark really does still exist (I'm not convinced they don't). I have always had 3 very different things I have wanted to do in life- Marine/Earth sciences, wedding planning/ owning a hall, and helping others- open a sort of shelter, get on your feet, cater to the under-served people of our city country. So today I meet with these advisers to take the first step in the only one of those three jobs that (seems to me) will give my life some meaning. Something worth while. A legacy to leave behind, a place and a hope that people can believe in. A Dream Center (See this link if you are interested in seeing where my mindset is with this place). I believe there is so much more we as people can do for others, and I believe we need to do it, no questions asked.
One year ago I knew I would make it out, I would find the other side of the grief, the loss, the depression that was so desperately trying to make me sink under. I was more hopeful in the midst of the pain than I am some days now. But now I know, without a doubt, that my life is on the right track for me and my girl. As I take this time to spend it bettering myself and in turn - our life, just getting to know who she is becoming - and getting to know this new me in the mix, I am confident that all the gaps will be filled in with the people and things that are supposed to fill them. I am sure that even when I don't speak to Him for days at a time, or some weeks only to tell Him I'm angry- that God is weaving together our perfect plan. I praised Him through the entire wild and crazy storm of the last 3 years, I need to remember to keep praising Him now, while everything is slowly but surely falling back into place.
So this week marks so many milestones in my life, small and big. I hope this date won't forever be ingrained in my memory as the day I got divorced, and I'm sure it won't. But hopefully I can remember it from now on as the day I decided to change my life from what was, to what can be.
But yesterday I put air in my tires on my own, for the first time. I killed an actually pretty big spider hanging in my living room. I put money into my savings account. Paid all sorts of bills I never even thought of 10 years ago (I now owe only 1/4 of what I paid for my car!). And at the end of the night I tucked my girl into bed, read her a story, said our prayers, and we both went to sleep knowing that we are being taken care of. That we have a good car, a roof over our heads, I can work my job and send her to a wonderful sitter, and if she wants the Minnie mouse toy at the store- I can actually afford to buy it for her.
These are the little unnoticed milestones in the rebuilding of a life. I will admit, there are days when I can't see a light at the end of any of the tunnels, but when I really stop to think-- I had a major life setback, that wasn't a product of my own choices -- we are doing just fine. Given, we are doing this okay because we have wonderful, supportive, and helpful family and friends. I wouldn't have made it through the last year without them, and that's a fact.
At 28 years old I truly had a different vision for my life. But when I think about what that vision was, and while I don't necessarily condone divorce, I see so clearly that D and I were on different paths in life. I will never regret my first marriage, but I can only hope that everyone involved in the terrible destruction that it was will learn and grow abundantly from it.
Today I am meeting with Profit/Nonprofit Administration degree program department head to discuss starting my Master's degree in January. This is definitely a 180 from the degree I so passionately wanted to pursue when I started college. I began in Biology, Marine biology (will always be the first love of my life). When I met D, we decided to move to PA which happens to be nowhere near an ocean (yes, I know there is Lake Erie, but that's not the same). So I switched to Earth Science, which will stay a constant love and interest until I die. This is where having children and being on your own changes everything-- I know some people will say to never give up on your dreams, but Maggie is part of my life's dreams, so I am choosing her over underwater cave diving, standing on the edge of volcanoes, and discovering if the Megalodon shark really does still exist (I'm not convinced they don't). I have always had 3 very different things I have wanted to do in life- Marine/Earth sciences, wedding planning/ owning a hall, and helping others- open a sort of shelter, get on your feet, cater to the under-served people of our city country. So today I meet with these advisers to take the first step in the only one of those three jobs that (seems to me) will give my life some meaning. Something worth while. A legacy to leave behind, a place and a hope that people can believe in. A Dream Center (See this link if you are interested in seeing where my mindset is with this place). I believe there is so much more we as people can do for others, and I believe we need to do it, no questions asked.
One year ago I knew I would make it out, I would find the other side of the grief, the loss, the depression that was so desperately trying to make me sink under. I was more hopeful in the midst of the pain than I am some days now. But now I know, without a doubt, that my life is on the right track for me and my girl. As I take this time to spend it bettering myself and in turn - our life, just getting to know who she is becoming - and getting to know this new me in the mix, I am confident that all the gaps will be filled in with the people and things that are supposed to fill them. I am sure that even when I don't speak to Him for days at a time, or some weeks only to tell Him I'm angry- that God is weaving together our perfect plan. I praised Him through the entire wild and crazy storm of the last 3 years, I need to remember to keep praising Him now, while everything is slowly but surely falling back into place.
So this week marks so many milestones in my life, small and big. I hope this date won't forever be ingrained in my memory as the day I got divorced, and I'm sure it won't. But hopefully I can remember it from now on as the day I decided to change my life from what was, to what can be.
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Que sera, sera
"There are days I want better for us, and days I'm content. There are days I want to be alone, and days I want to spend every minute with her. There are days I hope she will get to know a complete family unit, and days that the thought scares me- for myself. Motherhood is messy. It's scary. And it's always changing. Being unsure isn't a sign of weakness though, I think it's a sign of strength. Of knowing when to walk away, or when something is good enough to take the chance. Of putting her well being before mine, and making sure she never questions how much I love her" (can you guys just look at those cute little pudgy fingers of hers, those little hands that get into absolutely every. single. thing. she can touch. I wish time could slow down just for this year).
I've sat here for literally 6 hours today trying to think of what to write here, and there have just been 18 million thoughts in my head, but none of them seem good enough to warrant telling strangers and friends about. But what I think I will do is go off of my personal instagram post from this morning.
Not only is motherhood a messy, scary, constantly changing affair-- it can be quite terrifying when doing it on your own. The days I am content are of course, the easiest, but they are few and far between. The days I strive to make a better life for my girl are definitely the most stressful, but also the most surreal. I know I have it better than so many other people, but I also know that deep in my heart of hearts I want this little girl to experience a life so full of love that she will never question if her parents considered her in their divorce. Does that make sense? It really takes a good soul to join the ranks of parenthood- especially when joining those ranks as a step parent. It takes someone who truly knows what that means to step into a roll to do life along side of another parent. To get along with the other families and parents involved, to put the kid(s) first when it's supposed to be about them, and to support the parent when the ex is driving them insane.
While I haven't quite found this person yet, I stay hopeful. I know that not all dreams come true, but I also know that God grants us the desires of our hearts, as long as they are in his will. And I just can't believe that a loving God would take me on the road I have been on, for this to not be part of His will.
Lately I really took all the thoughts I had about my life, and threw them out the window. I met a wonderful man, who was every characteristic I thought I wanted in my life, and broke up with him because I realized he wasn't what I needed in my life. I've very recently let myself get all carried away in the feelings game for a guy, and I would be happy to do life with him, but there are so many different factors that said life seems to be putting in the way of that being a real thing. And if that means we just stay friends, then at least we will have that. And for right now, I am okay with that. Que sera, sera (Whatever will be, will be).
This post could end here, but I am going to address a second issue that sort of plays into the one of finding the right person for you and your family. Ladies, when a man quits pursuing you, let him go. Learn your worth. Appreciate your worth and find someone who values that. Who even if you're being silly, or in a goofy mood, won't call you stupid for it, but will grin and bare your quirks. If you have kids, someone who will be okay with you taking time out of your evening to sit with your child and read bedtime stories-- or even better yet, who will read them with you. Someone who will sit with you when the entire world feels like it's crashing in, take your hand, and be on your side through it all. Someone who truly thinks you are beautiful and that you think the same of. Who uses their actions to show you they care, not just their words. Who picks your mind- that you can have silly, serious, political, philosophical and just plain weird conversations with. Find someone who the friendship is so strong that if the love fades, there will still be years of friendship left. Find the person who pursues you, who makes you sane and insane at the same time, who makes you want to be wild and innocent at the same time. Find someone who compliments you, who grows you, challenges you, and loves you just as you are.
But even more than all of the "wise" words I can impart on you, I say this: never be afraid to take the chance. If it is what you truly believe to be right for you, don't let the opportunities, relationships, or adventures pass you by. Life is worth the living, and the scary, messy, unsure roads only make us stronger.
Que sera, sera.
I've sat here for literally 6 hours today trying to think of what to write here, and there have just been 18 million thoughts in my head, but none of them seem good enough to warrant telling strangers and friends about. But what I think I will do is go off of my personal instagram post from this morning.
Not only is motherhood a messy, scary, constantly changing affair-- it can be quite terrifying when doing it on your own. The days I am content are of course, the easiest, but they are few and far between. The days I strive to make a better life for my girl are definitely the most stressful, but also the most surreal. I know I have it better than so many other people, but I also know that deep in my heart of hearts I want this little girl to experience a life so full of love that she will never question if her parents considered her in their divorce. Does that make sense? It really takes a good soul to join the ranks of parenthood- especially when joining those ranks as a step parent. It takes someone who truly knows what that means to step into a roll to do life along side of another parent. To get along with the other families and parents involved, to put the kid(s) first when it's supposed to be about them, and to support the parent when the ex is driving them insane.
While I haven't quite found this person yet, I stay hopeful. I know that not all dreams come true, but I also know that God grants us the desires of our hearts, as long as they are in his will. And I just can't believe that a loving God would take me on the road I have been on, for this to not be part of His will.
Lately I really took all the thoughts I had about my life, and threw them out the window. I met a wonderful man, who was every characteristic I thought I wanted in my life, and broke up with him because I realized he wasn't what I needed in my life. I've very recently let myself get all carried away in the feelings game for a guy, and I would be happy to do life with him, but there are so many different factors that said life seems to be putting in the way of that being a real thing. And if that means we just stay friends, then at least we will have that. And for right now, I am okay with that. Que sera, sera (Whatever will be, will be).
This post could end here, but I am going to address a second issue that sort of plays into the one of finding the right person for you and your family. Ladies, when a man quits pursuing you, let him go. Learn your worth. Appreciate your worth and find someone who values that. Who even if you're being silly, or in a goofy mood, won't call you stupid for it, but will grin and bare your quirks. If you have kids, someone who will be okay with you taking time out of your evening to sit with your child and read bedtime stories-- or even better yet, who will read them with you. Someone who will sit with you when the entire world feels like it's crashing in, take your hand, and be on your side through it all. Someone who truly thinks you are beautiful and that you think the same of. Who uses their actions to show you they care, not just their words. Who picks your mind- that you can have silly, serious, political, philosophical and just plain weird conversations with. Find someone who the friendship is so strong that if the love fades, there will still be years of friendship left. Find the person who pursues you, who makes you sane and insane at the same time, who makes you want to be wild and innocent at the same time. Find someone who compliments you, who grows you, challenges you, and loves you just as you are.
But even more than all of the "wise" words I can impart on you, I say this: never be afraid to take the chance. If it is what you truly believe to be right for you, don't let the opportunities, relationships, or adventures pass you by. Life is worth the living, and the scary, messy, unsure roads only make us stronger.
Que sera, sera.
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