It truly amazes me. A couple of weeks ago, life came to a point where it looked me straight in the face and said, " Okay check it. Big girl decisions soon have to be made." Crap. In result, stress gets higher and higher and anxiety becomes greater and greater. As the ever-so-talented singer/song writer Ben Folds says, "Everybody knows it sucks to grow up." And it's true, especially when you are trying to decide where to live, what alternative job to take, trying to move forward in schooling/career choice, what the best option for housing is, throw monies in the mix and your head is all sorts of messed up. As it is all sorted out little by little, one thing at a time, you might start seeing a speck of light at the end of the tunnel. You find a great condo that suits three girls just fine, and hey, rent is reasonable. You decide to apply to a dental assisting program to gain knowledge in the dental field. You also find that the location may be 30 minutes away from your comfort zone but it is a lovely place that you will soon call home. And when you think you might be stuck at a job that is 30 minutes away from where you will be living, a suitable job in your soon-to-be-living city opens up and falls right into your lap.
So amidst the stress and anxiety of the decision making that so called "grown-ups" do, really you're just making positive changes that will benefit you, your future, your roommates and maybe, just maybe, you will be lying in bed blogging about how much better you feel because it all seems so worth it. I am excited for the changes ahead, whether they work out or not. Life happens. And whatever happens, happens for a reason. I'm sure it will be a great ride, tons of fun and a wonderful experience in the next chapter of my life.
We all have been really slacking on the posting here! Of course Ali has like 5 blogs she has to keep up with and Bethany's schedule is crazy! But I expect more from us ladies. (me included.)
So new goal for this week. We each have to post by Sunday! And it has to be a good post! Alrighty?
I have to say that Tuesday and I have not had the best relationship for the past 24 years.
I have many reasons for disliking Tuesday.
1. It comes after Monday. Monday is the day where I am still in a daze from the weekend it hasn't quite hit me that I am back to reality. But Tuesday is the day it seems to hit.
2. I am always tired on Tuesday! Always! It's harder to get up and my day is always not nearly as fun.
3. There are still 4 days till the weekend! 4!
4. Nothing really happens on a Tuesday. Seriously, all the other days are popular and have wonderful things happening. Even the good television shows are on the other days, but nothing on Tuesday.
I have decided to try to mend my relationship with Tuesday. I feel like we got off to a bad start. I need to start being a bit more positive about it. And hopefully, eventually it will become one of my favorite days of the week.
The other day after work I took a trip to Eye Masters to try on a couple pairs of frames. In search for my prescription (which is nowhere to be found) I discovered something that I wish I hadn’t just shoved in the glove compartment of my car…it was a farewell letter from one of my best friends, Mr. Erik Bondehagen. He gave it to me the night before I left to move to Utah and I had forgotten what a genuinely sweet letter it was. Mind you, Erik is not one to show his mushy-gushy side (which DOES exist people!) so this letter is just a piece of friggin gold. In his letter, Erik explained the story of how the Fab Four (Suzie, Bethany, Max and Erik) met, how much he cherished everything we had gone through from summer of 2005 to winter of 2008 and added that even the worst times were awesome because he learned something from them. It definitely brought me back, remembering how everyday in Claremont was spent with my best friends, swimming, playing music, laughing, loving…it was the best time of my life. So I finished the letter and quickly sent a text message to Erik, letting him know what an awesome letter it was and how much I appreciated the nostalgia. It’s always nice to have a reminder of the times you cherished the most. For the rest of the day, not only did Erik’s letter produce countless little pictures of Claremont friends dancing around in my head (literally, dancing friends), but it also brought about an overwhelming feeling of appreciation for those that I can happily call my FRIENDS here in Utah.
I knew that as I stepped foot in Utah, anyone who could even earn the title of a so-called “friend” had big shoes to fill. Mind you, I did not say replace. It would be utterly impossible and completely out of the question to say that anyone could replace my California friends, simply, a rather large void would need to be filled once I moved. And so it has been. Through the past year, I have made friends that most definitely make a life in Utah swell and I graciously accept them into my collection of wonderful people that I grew to know and love throughout my life in California. So here’s to all of my friends, from the coast of Southern California, to Utah...
All my life I've been searching for something
Something I can put my finger on
Maybe I've been living for the weekend
Maybe I've been living for this cyber soul
Every Friday just about midnight
All my problems seem to disappear
Everyone that I miss when I'm distant
Everybody's here
I need love
Cause only love is true
I need every wakin' hour with you
And my friends cause they're so beautiful
Yeah my friends they are so beautiful
They're MY friends
They're my friends...
They're my friends...
They're my friends...
They're my friends...
They're my friends...
They're my friends...
They're my friends...
And that is why you two have the best fashion sense! You are both adorable! And I would listen to anything either of you have to say about clothing! You should team up and become a super team! We could call you A and B! It's perfect!
