In my defense, I had planned to write this post last week but life got in the way, as it always does. I am not big on New Years Resolutions, I think they are dumb. Why wait for a certain day to start something I’m never going to follow through on? I can do that today. However, I did feel I wanted to focus on something this year. Less of a resolution, more of a promise to myself.
I wanted to be more authentic, more me. When I started this blogging adventure, there were so many people telling you want to do and how to succeed. “Post this many times a day” “Post this content” “Make your Instagram themed, cohesive, only post if it matches”
I have had eye problems for really as long as I can remember. For Example, I had an offensive amount of sty’s in both of my eyes in the second grade which caused me to look like a troll. Then, I developed a horrific reaction to contacts in high school, which they told me was caused by significant scarring on both of my eyes. Then, I got LASIK. Glasses were not cool yet, and I was too young to realize how insanely expensive it was. $2,800 bucks when I was a freshman in college? Whatever, I just spent that in books. $2,800 dollars as a post graduate, underpaid, adult? You can pry that shit out of my cold, dead, bony, hands. The only downside I ever hear from LASIK was
Losing a grandparent at any age, I’d imagine, is traumatic. However, (luckily?), I have not lost a grandparent as an adult. Only as a child. I don’t know if thats lucky or not honestly.
I lost my grandpa when I was six years old, and because life is completely unfair, it was a few days before Christmas. If you told me I had to pick one moment in time that changed my life forever, it would be this hands down. I cant help but think of all the ways my life would be different if he was still here. I would have so many different skills, so many different stories, a whole entire different life. However, these are the cards that have been dealt to me, so play them I must.
“The Climb” by Miley Cyrus plays softly in the background……
I can almost seeeeee it. That dream I’m dreaminnnn…
How did I even make it here? (literally we made it here because my domain auto renewed on my debit card). I was supposed to be paying attention in my Intro to Law class, which was a battle that teacher was never going to win. A three hour class on a Saturday? Im out, I mean I was there, but you don’t have my full undivided attention at those hours.
Let me just say…..I want to be a travel blogger now. I loved Mexico, it was so gorgeous. I have spoken before about travel anxiety, and just having anxiety while traveling. It did not go away this time. My stomach was trying to murder itself at the airport while my brain was trying to tell me all the ways I was going to die. So basically, an average Tuesday for me.
I had general anxiety about leaving home, and leaving my cat. I had general anxiety about flying and traveling. I also had general anxiety about leaving the country, especially Mexico. All you hear is bad shit about Mexico, and I don’t even believe half of that stuff and I was still scared. Mexico had become synonymous with the word “kidnapped” in my mind. I fully expected to step one big toe off the plane and be immediately kidnapped, thanks MEDIA.
I read somewhere on the Internet that October 19, 2018 is Global Champagne Day (not to be confused with United States National Champagne Day, which is New Years Eve). So it must be true and I’m running with it. Finally a holiday I can wrap my mind around. What is better than celebrating a drink that you use to celebrate things with?? It is the Inception of holidays.
I cant remember when I started to like champagne exactly. I always liked mimosas….like a lot, because I love brunch (aka doing my drinking during the day time). Then, one day, I had a realization…”I can drink this without the orange juice…….” The rest is history.
At this moment in time, a man is being considered for a lifetime appointment to The Supreme Court. This man has three times been accused of sexual harassment/assault since his nomination. His name is Bret and was a frat boy. Obviously. Brett Kavanaugh tried his best to negate the claims, not keeping his cool one bit, and showing he doesn’t have the level head needed to be appointed to the highest court in the land
However, this is not about Brett. This is about Dr. Christine Blasey Ford. Who bravely came forward with her claim and story when Kavanaugh was nominated. Also, I’m sick of the
“huh convenient time to come out don’t you think”
Like, yes, I do think. Survivors probably never want to come forward, but if their attacker was about to get one of the most important seats in the government, that would be the time to come forward.
A couple of the most wise girls I know (here and here) have said similar things that resonated with me lately. It all boils down to, if you wait for everything to be perfect before you start something, you’ll never start.
So, here is something new I’m trying. Its raw and awkward and well, its real. The name isn’t set in stone and we wonder off here and there but as far as I’m concerned….it only gets better from episode 1.
So you think you want to start a blog and enter the madness of the blogging world. Just kidding, there isn’t that much madness, this isn’t SUR. But, I don’t know what led you to this decision, which is really the first question you need to ask yourself before you start this process. So grab your tea and sit down. (This isnt gunna be some in depth thing, I’m just giving you the low down)