Highlight of my week

I should have posted this yesterday but I had to share because Wednesday night was just so much freakin’ fun.

I’ve really gone away from mid-week drinking out (or drinking in general really) but Wednesday was a special exception. Two years in the Junior League. Two leagues. One awesome assignment for next year (I’ll be the JLA Webmistress!)

Though I’m still new with this league, I’ve thrown myself into it and I’m loving everyone I’ve met so far, I only wish I hadn’t been so afraid to jump into it when we first moved down here. I joined up in CT for the same reasons I was excited to transfer to the JLA – I didn’t know…anyone. We moved to two new areas and I had no lady friends really, here – especially in Annapolis as all my girlfriends live in DC and I don’t see them regularly. And let’s all be honest, it’s tough making new friends when you’re out of college. Especially for me, meeting new people makes me nervous and anxious (kind of like in high school…) but this is kind of different and maybe it’s the people, maybe it’s me. But it all really started with this earlier this spring…

{JLA Chefs by the Bay event early April 2011}

{Annapolis Cup 2011}

And then this.

{Junior League of Annapolis Annual Dinner/May GMM}

I big puffy heart the Junior League for all the amazing people I’ve met. For the experiences I’ve had. I’m looking forward to next year for the same reasons and more!

Happy two years to me!

Are you a part of any organizations like Junior League? How’d you make your pals after college?

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Revisiting My Goals

I’ve set a great many goals for myself. I created a vision board. I’m always reevaluating my goals based on the corporate culture that I was so lucky to be a part of.

Since I started my new job just about two months ago, I’ve reevaluated my long term career goals. My personal goals are always evolving – I’m still attempting to run 12 races this year, I’m still trying to lose 20 lbs and eat cleaner, and I’ve still cut back A LOT on my mid week drinking.

One year goals:

Health goal: I work out 3 days/week in the morning and 1 day on the weekend by June 1. I run 12 races by December 2011 (so far I’ve run 2. Signed up for #3 and will be signing up for 4, 5, 6, and possibly 7 by the end of May with 8 and 9 planned for late 2011). I lose 20 lbs and maintain a healthy weight by eating healthy by December 2011.

Career goal: Take Calculus for Business/Humanities majors and score at least an 85 in it by August 2011.  I score a 600+ on the GMAT by November 2011 and apply for business school by December 2011. I am involved in Social Media Club – DC by July 2011.

Personal goal: I save 10% of my paycheck into savings each month by September 2011. I call my grandparents 2 times/month by September 2011.

3-5 year goals

Health

I run the NYC marathon finishing sub 4:30:00 by 2017. I practice yoga 3x per week and run 3x week by 2015. I attend a yoga retreat for one week by myself by April 2014.

Career

I obtain my MBA in Marketing from University of Maryland graduating in the top of my class by June 2015. I work for a firm managing social media marketing in Washington DC by December 2015.

Personal

I buy a house or townhome in Annapolis with the husband by January 2016. I have paid off my credit card debt by December 2015.

I’ve always got my goals on the brain. Always. I’m always thinking of the next step, and always planning how to get to my destination and be the most sucesssful.

Best way to start setting awesome goals for yourself? Think SMART.

S – Specific
M – Measurable
A – Attainable
R – Realistic
T – Timely

Also, think BIG! Everyone should have a BHAG – a big hairy audacious goal. One that scares you. That you think you can’t obtain. Goals shouldn’t all be easy to come by and they should scare us. But they should also excite us and motivate us. Mine? I’m super excited. Super excited about applying to my MBA, about becoming financially secure with the husband and fixing all the errors of the past year of unemployment and under employment. Super excited about exploring our city and our life and hanging out with friends. In my humble opinion? Having concrete goals that are SMART give my life a purpose almost, remind me that I’m working towards something.

Speaking of, this week, I AM going to start blogging more about my fitness goals. Today hubs and I started Easter with a 2 mile run/walk – hubs is getting into the whole running thing and I figure starting out with basics isn’t a bad thing plus it’s more time we can spend together. This week we’re working out M, W, and F and Saturday and I WILL start posting what I’m eating. I think I need the accountability. I need to know that HEY! I’m going to post this, so let’s make sure I’m not just eating crap all week and not being all sloth like. So this, along with me faxing in my course sign up sheet tomorrow, is me working towards my goals and being accountable. Go me.

 

Want a good resource to set goals? Check out this awesome website by lululemon. What are your big goals?

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No Regrets

Random fact: I was once courted to run for office. In my small town, in Vermont, a week after I moved to DC. I got a phone call from the committee that supports candidates running for the house. I turned it down, mostly because there was so much change going on in my life at that point that I just…couldn’t go back and I wasn’t ready for a life in public service. Funny, because now a few of my former colleagues have run for office (both successfully and unsuccessfully) and a small part of me, wishes I was in that crowd. Wishes that I had said yes and moved home, and gone for it. Granted my life would be completely different, but the what if’s – especially in this case are intriguing and yet, also… irrelevant. Moving on…

One year ago I moved on from that budding career in politics. I’ll never quite forget the stinging conversation with that temp firm while standing in flippers on a catamaran in the Carribean Sea – the water so crystal blue and the trees in the distance ever so green – Hubs saw the voicemail. I saw the email and called them back.

“I’m so sorry, it’s just not a good fit.”

The contract of a temp-perm job at a lobbying firm in DC had been pulled out from under me. The stability that I had been clinging to the month leading up to our wedding had been yanked from me and we were right back to where we started. Two unemployed newlyweds.

I enjoyed the day but her words “Think about what you really want to do, what’s going to make you happy.” rang in my ears. Clearly politics was not doing it. Something I aspired to for five years. Nights of hard work, lots of papers, and a lot of dry readings with some heartbreaking campaign work thrown in to boot, what I wanted for so long was just not making me happy the way it did when it wasn’t a full time job.

It was on our way back to the main Island, as our trip was ending, that I told hubs I wanted to teach and then said “let’s just move. Let’s move to CT. I’m done with DC.”

I mean, I think I can take a hint that a city isn’t working for me when I lose my job ON my honeymoon (though if there is a place to lose a job, it’s definitely on a catamaran snorkeling trip with a full open bar) so we did. Less than a month later Hubs got a job, and we signed a lease here in Stamford.

The teaching thing didn’t work out – mostly because of financial reasons (we didn’t have the resources for me to take my prereqs to get into grad school) – but you know what? I’m still convinced, more so than ever, that everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING, happens for a reason.

Though I’m working my tail off in three jobs, I’m immensely happy. Loving each job, loving my coworkers, and finally working with managers who are supportive and excited about my development and growth – which hasn’t always been the case in the past. Though this isn’t the way I expected my life to turn out, I’m pleased to say I have no regrets. A friend of mine from school asked if I wanted to start up my political blog on his online magazine again, and I thought about it, and then said that I’d love to blog for him, but I’m not sure politics is my topic anymore. While I do still adore following the rat races, I’m happier following it on my own terms and not for anyone else.

The biggest thing I’ve learned in the past year, and I probably sound like a broken record, everything happens for a reason. I had a hard time telling various people where I was working because I was afraid of being judged but really, I have no reason to be ashamed. And why should I be? I’m embarking on a career that makes me happy, excited to wake up to, and has opened my eyes to a whole different path of life that EXCITES me. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past five years since graduating it’s that having a job that excites you makes a world of difference.

{After all who wouldn’t love a job where you get to do this??}

Are you proud of where you are in life, even if it’s not where you expected to be? Where do you hope to be in 5 years?

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Crash and burn

And that’s why I’m wondering why you had to tell me
What’s going on in your head what’s wrong
Come around to another time when you don’t have to run
And when she says she wants somebody else
I hope you know she doesn’t mean you
And when she breaks down and makes a sound
You never hear her the way that I do
And when she says she wants someone to love
I hope you know she doesn’t mean you
And when she breaks down and lets you down
I hope you know she doesn’t mean you..”
-Howie Day “She Says”

I heard this song on my iTunes today and it brought me back to college. I don’t remember which year. There were probably a few points in college where this was a regular on my iTunes list (previously WinAmp…2001 what what?) I get a little nostalgic when the going gets tough, usually through music, what of it?

In all reality, I must confess… I’m finding myself having a hard time dealing with life. Mostly because I’m rolling into a 5 year-out-of-college (homies, we need a reunion…) point and I’m not where I thought I would be. Married yes – though many of my collegiate pals would not have pegged me as one of the first to get hitched. But working in retail, three jobs to barely get by? Not quite the dream job, despite the fact that I’m happy (though, ask me that in a month after working 7 days a week).Was not how I envisioned my life.

I thought I had very much defeated my quarter life crisis earlier this year but I find myself retreating to it. I started the Joy Plan, but I lost track of it mostly because I just couldn’t find the time for it. I think I will finish it. I need to. But maybe this isn’t my quarter-life crisis rearing itself on it’s hind legs coming to get me. Maybe this is just me dealing with crisis – often turning introverted and self-combusting until things are okay again. Maybe it’s both.

And it’s not a crisis – yet – but I’m scared. There, I said it. I’m scared of not being able to pay rent next month. I’m scared of sending in the paperwork to ask for an “economic hardship forbearance” for my student loans. I’m scared of working so much but feel like I have to to survive. To eat, live, breathe, and pay my obligations. I’m scared of going bankrupt. I’m scared of our debts, creditors calling. I’m scared of all that happening. It’s happened before. Not bad, and we’ve gotten ahead of it all but I’m still frightened.

I know hubs will find a job. God forbid he takes another campaign job, I may considering divorcing him (I kid, I kid) but in all seriousness, what I’m lost without is stability.

You know, the days when I could budget for a month without wondering how much my next paycheck would be. The days when I knew how much play money I had to get together with friends, go out to dinner and go out for a night on the town (a night on the town often equaled us sitting at a bar laughing together sharing a couple drinks). I miss having a life.

Hubs reassures me constantly that things will be okay – he has interviews, and yadda yadda yadda. Our parents won’t let us go broke etc…

But sometimes, I feel like that’s all just words. And I’m scared because reassuring words don’t pay the bills. Despite the difference that I have a job and Hubs doesn’t, he makes significantly more than me thus my fear.

This my friends, is not the happiness I was/am searching for, but rather a sad realization that tricking myself into thinking I defeated that quarter-life crisis was not in fact true, and that money may not buy happiness but it does buy stability which does factor into the equation that ultimately equals happiness.

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20SB Carnival: Confessions of a Shopaholic

Alternatively titled: the one where I confess my bad shopping habits

Confession: I didn’t get my first credit card until I was 22.

That’s right, I went through most of college without succumbing to the pressure of free t-shirts, free mugs at the expense of an obscene interest rate credit card. I was proud of this! Granted, I struggled with money through much of my five years but that wasn’t because of debts more because workstudy wasn’t paying well and I had a partying habit to support with parents who didn’t help much (except when I really needed it. Which is more than I could have hoped for really.),

Of course, I got my first “line of credit” (not really a credit card) because I overdrew my bank account by a couple hundred dollars and didn’t really realize it. Not sure why they were willing to toss me a line of credit, but they did. I haven’t always been the best at managing finances. In fact, I’ll be the first to say that I’m downright horrible at it. So I managed to pay my minimums, but never really got around to paying it in full (though i did the first month or two actually) but then…

Confession: That line of credit? Was maxed out within a year.

I used it to pay for my final spring break. I mean, in retrospect, I probably shouldn’t have gone to London and Amsterdam, but after getting kicked off the Florida Spring Break Island by my pals one night on the T because they felt I was “drinking too much” I said screw that, I didn’t want to party with the retired in Fort Myers anyhow and bought a $300 or so ticket to London and later a $150 ticket to Amsterdam to visit a pal that I had frequently studied with (and I don’t even use that as an aside because all we ever really did was study together except in DC when we got drunk a few times together as interns). I withdrew $1000 to pay for my expenses that week.

Confession: I got my next two credit cards after I graduated college to help pay for rent when i was looking for a job. They may or may not have been maxed out within a year of getting them.

I later dropped $1k on a shopping spree on a credit card when then boyfriend/now hubs was out of town at a wedding with his gnarly ex. What?? I was jealous and stressed out by the whole thing! You’re telling me you wouldn’t go drop $1k if you were in my shoes and lived right next door to a mall??

What the HECK were these banks thinking giving a combined $5k of credit to a girl who didn’t have a job?! Shame on them? Well…ish. Shame on me for using said credit.

Confession: I should probably be in shopaholics anonymous. No really. I probably should be.

You see, I have shopping in my genes. My mom used to take my sister and I shopping just for shits and giggles once a week. It was what we did to pass the time and to spend time together. I grew up with shoppers. While, I took that habit and ran (seriously. Even through college my former best gay friend J and I used to go to Cambridgeside/Newbury Street on Wednesday afternoons freshman year to go shopping. The Ex wasn’t a big help in my shopping habits either.) my sister erred to the side of safety and now hates shopping and is a banker with sparkling credit that I envy.

I blame those (these?) habits (which I do not in fact blame entirely on my mother and father…only partly), as well as the fact that I didn’t grow up in a household where I was really educated on this kind of…stuff. No one warned me about credit cards. No one warned me about interest rates and what they mean and the consequences of having a credit card interest rate get hiked up to almost 30%. I just thought WOO! FREE MONEY!! Cha-ching! Cha-ching!!!

In retrospect…I probably didn’t need those clothes, the Longchamp bag, the Uggs, the laptop (after mine died. Well. I did need that.), the dvd’s, just…stupid material crap that I had no use for.

Finally, just because my score on Charles Schwabb’s quiz was…FAIR (shocker! I was expecting worse!) and just because I don’t have insurance yet (it kicks in in July!) or a 401k (I do have an ESPP though (edited: not stock options. I misunderstood the difference – which is a problem right there) and just because we don’t have any savings (which freaks me out a little more every day) doesn’t mean we don’t understand the consequences of these types of things. I/We do. Trust me – those credit card payments? Don’t think I don’t know what they could be going towards.

We’re in our twenties though, and I know everyone says that we should be building up security and blah blah blah, and I do agree, unfortunately, in this economy not everyone has the luxury of a super-awesome-paying job. Because we had that security. We were paying things down. We were on top of our bills and things were getting better. But when all that is swiped from underneath you? Sometimes you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do even if it’s not the best option (like using credit to move your butt half way up the East Coast for a job that made promises it didn’t keep…).

What’s the biggest lesson you’ve learned in your twenties about money? Did you ever make any stupid mistakes with credit cards??

Disclaimer: This post is part of the 20SB Blog Carnival: Friends & Money, sponsored by Charles Schwab. Prizes may be awarded to selected posts. The information and opinions expressed in this post do not reflect the views or opinions of Charles Schwab. Details on the event, eligibility, and a complete list of participating bloggers can be found here. They also just launched a Financial Check Up tool! (I got a 35!!! I know. Awful right?!) Check out rules and find other participants here!

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Goal Setting 101

I’m coming up on my 3 month mark at my job which means, next week I have what’s called my success meeting. A meeting to discuss where I’m at, where I’m going and how things are going.

I’ve thought a LOT about my personal development, where I’m going, where I’ve been and where I WANT to go. I re-set my goals, and reevaluated my life and my passions.

Here’s what I came up with:

Passions: yoga. writing. being healthy (though I realize I have a ways to go as I skipped yoga tonight and went to Dairy Queen. My defense, I was running late and would have been late for class. And I’m going tomorrow, spinning friday, going to Aquafit Saturday, and yoga Sunday.)

What I’m good at: teaching, inspiring, social media, writing

How I can make $$: My company. Obvi. And yoga. I want to teach yoga and teach others to lead healthy lifestyles.

My “big hairy audacious goal” (BHAG): In ten years or so, I want to own my own yoga studio.

Seriously.

I mean, I want to write a book. I want to run an international race. I want to be debt free.

BUT! Here’s the thing with goals. They’re SO MUCH more powerful if you write them in the present tense. That’s been my biggest take away from work.

So let’s revisit those goals…

I own my own yoga studio by 2020

I complete my novel by 2011

I complete 200 hour yoga teacher training by 2015

I finish an international race by 2015

I buy a bike by 2013

I am debt free by 2015..

(these are not ALL of my goals…merely a few)

You get the point. Now here’s the debate. When you set goals for yourself, do you share them with the interwebs? Clearly I chose to, but some say that telling others your goals is a mistake because they try to shoot you down. Others say you SHOULD tell others your goals because that way others can support you in achieving them. What say you interwebs? Do you share your goals with others?

Now you’re probably all like wtf Heidi? And I’m like, inorite.

But I wanted to tell a little story. It’s short I swear. But hubs asked tonight how I came to wanting to own a yoga studio. I mean, in the past five years I’ve gone from wanting to run for public office, to wanting to become a millionaire lobbyist in DC to wanting to become a teacher, to now wanting to own a yoga studio.

But ultimately, and I realized this as I was writing my goals, I still want to teach and inspire. My reasoning behind wanting to teach never changed. Only the subject matter. I am CONSTANTLY so inspired by my yoga instructors – I mean one of them is a single mother who opened her own yoga studio, another is a Harvard MBA. You run into all sorts of people who just have such amazing stories but ultimately…the same message.

But dating back to when I first wanted to become a teacher, it wasn’t to teach about history…it was to inspire students to want to learn more about history. Ultimately, I found that I didn’t care enough about wanting to go back to school to make it all work, but I did find through my job now that I do still want to teach and inspire others. I’m lucky to have found something that I feel very, very passionate about. It won’t happen anytime soon, I still have a long ways to go with my own practice but I want to and know that I will eventually teach and inspire others the way my own yoga instructors have with me over the past few months.

So what’s your big, hairy, audacious goal??

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Book Review: Just Don’t Call me Ma’am…

A while ago, I was contacted to review “Just Don’t Call Me Ma’am (How I ditched the South, Forgot my manners, and managed to survive my twenties with (most of) my dignity still intact)” by Anna Mitchael.

Let’s get to the point: I loved it. Seriously, I couldn’t get enough. Anna’s writing was humorous, snarky and had a very Jenn Lancaster-ish vibe to it. What I mean by that, is that she’s relate-able. I adore author’s – especially memoirists, who are relate-able.

The book documents her twenties, starting with a nasty break up, going through job loss, dating, and then of course, going back to the place no one wants to go to when they’re a college graduate…back to mom and dad’s house.

The book also goes a lot into her relationship with her grandmother and how she shaped her life from a very early age – teaching her manners, how to treat others, and how her grandmother supported or in some cases, didn’t support, her decisions in life. But the anecdotes, are really what make the book, seriously. How she decides to take up cooking to impress the boy who eventually leaves her; her adventures into online dating; and how she decided to move north. Just because she’d never been.

It was very real and throughout the book I kind of thought to myself “I’ve been there…and this is exactly what it feels like.” She’s real. She doesn’t sugar coat life, but she does leave you feeling like you want to be her new bff. No lie.

“It’s like my grandmother says, “If you’re not going to bother to learn from your past, there’s no real point in struggling through any tough times that appear in the present.” And now, I will sleep easier knowing my brother did not ingest all those tira-mud-su pies in vain. I’ll sleep longer knowing that if I accidentally sleep in past breakfast, maybe that simply means I’m destined to meet the love of my life while I grab an early lunch.” (p.105)

I HIGHLY recommend this book for any twenty something who wants to see what life is like on the other side. Seriously, we’ve all been through the same crap she went through, and it is just that, it sucks. Break ups suck. Losing your job sucks. Moving back home whether it’s the week after graduation or a month before your thirtieth birthday – sucks. But she makes it all humorous. She adds a light hearted side that makes you feel like you’re hanging out with your gal pal talking about it all over a couple of margs. You can buy the book over at Amazon here.

{FTC Disclaimer: I was not paid for this review. I was sent a free copy of the book valued at 16 big ones, but the opinions here? Are all my own}

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Balancing Act

I had the luck of earning an opportunity to go to breakfast this AM with our GM – the regional one who happened to be in CT/NY for a couple days and one thing we got to talk about was balance.

Happiness in not just one out of x number of aspects of our lives, but our life as one, being happy in one area means being happy with everything.

So as I sat at the Greenwich Train station to head back to Stamford to meet hubs on my day off, I realized I am balanced. Fully balanced.

I mean, there’s always room for improvement. I can always be doing more – more for Hubs and I’s relationship, more for myself to be a better person (running more, doing yoga more, eating better…etc…), and doing more for work – but for the very first time since I graduated college in 2006, I truly feel balanced.

There’s no drama in any aspect of my life. I have healthy relationships for once with both parents. I am content with my yoga practice (though I’m certainly trying to increase it), and my running (am so far behind on my training but am still feeling really good about everything). I love my job. Hubs and I communicate so well and we’re so very happy and lucky that things are finally looking up for us.

I have a healthy balance in each area and it’s so true that if one of those aspects – social life, relationships, family, or work – is out of sync, or there’s a certain level of unhappiness with any aspect of your life, it affects all the areas.

I finally realized that that was what was bringing me down for the past few months. I was unbalanced. I was unmotivated, unhappy and damn near unwilling to consider doing anything about it, convinced that things would just…happen and that somehow, like everything else that has happened to me in my life, I would get lucky.

They don’t, in case anyone was wondering.

At some point, I need(ed) to reaffirm my self-worth because sometimes? I get down on myself and let the haters get to me and let all the negativity from my past bring me down in the present which is just…unfair to myself and to those around me. Smoke won’t always be blown up my ass to make me feel worthy of being good enough for x, y, or z. I shouldn’t need others to reaffirm my worth and that I’m not a complete – pardon my french – fuck up (even though I certainly felt like one for the better half of the past year).

I was talking about my little blog that could here today at breakfast, how I want to publish a book someday – new goal (since I work for a company that values goal setting) is to have draft one completed by the end of this year, and published within the next FIVE years. Doable? Totally. I need to commit to writing, since I have it outlined, and I know what I want to write, I just need to do it. But I mentioned how I get…self conscious of my writing. I know my grammar isn’t the greatest, but I can kick my husband’s ass in scrabble and if you heard me talk, you’d realize that this is certainly my “voice.” And so what if I’m comma happy, and so what if I start sentences with AND. SO WHAT?

My coworker and GM said to me “well obviously you must be a pretty awesome writer if you have x number of subscribers.”

True.

I never thought of it like that. Insert admittance of crazy paranoia here. Seriously, I’ve had some bad experiences in the friend department, so I get a little paranoid about genuineness.

Balance. Self affirmation.

I can totally do this. I am happy and not only that, I am quickly realizing that I am worthy of my happiness AND my success. I have the oh so coveted balance. That deserves a wholehearted YAY! 🙂

Do you have a good balance in your life? Ever need to reaffirm with yourself your worth?

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On Hold

I got an email today.

Dear Substitute Applicants,

If you are interesting in subsituting for Stamford Public Schools please give {redacted} a call at (203) xxx-xxxx.

I applied to almost every school district in the area for a substituting job back in December/January. I was told they were turning them away because they had too many. I put my dreams of teaching on hold, for a variety of reasons, not including the daunting process of becoming certified. Then I applied to my current job. I was hired and the rest is history. With my new job, one that fosters growth, it is, quite simply, everything I could have hoped for and more. And yet I feel bad.

I feel bad because for so long I was certain that teaching was what I wanted. And it’s not that I gave up. It’s something I intend on pursuing in the future but for now? I’m kind of happy where I am. For once, I feel like I’m in a company that fosters growth, that encourages goal setting and accomplishing said goals.

I feel valued, a part of a team. I’m encouraged to go after what I’m passionate about – for me, right now it’s social media and well, I’m kind of stoked about that. All of it.

So for now, I’m going to, essentially, keep calm and carry on. I’m happy where I am. Doing what I’m doing and I just need to be. I don’t want any changes, and after reevaluating everything, I just don’t think being out of the workforce for 2 years or so is feasible. Will I pursue my masters in education? Definitely. Eventually. But for the foreseeable future, it’s on hold.

Sometimes, life throws you curve balls. And you have to be prepared to make tough decisions that are ultimately the right ones for YOU and you alone. Unless you’re married. Then you’ve gotta think about the team. But that? Is precisely what I did. I knew it as soon as I told my dad today that I was putting school on hold, that I was happy with my job, that it was exciting and fun and I really want to see where I can go with it.

And where can I go with it? Well, that’s yet to be determined but I have a feeling it’s going to be a bit of a whirlwind in the very best way.

Ever change your mind on something you thought you wanted really, really badly? How’d it turn out??

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Instead of….

…these bad ass shoes – which I lust after and are luckily sold out otherwise I’d be tempted to buy them for my spring wedding Maid of Honor garb..but…really I have no use for them. They’re not practical anymore.

{Why…hello beautiful.}

Lucky for me, they’re sold out. So no loss. Not that I have a need as I mentioned, my new job is going to have me wearing shoes more on this line…

{I can dig ’em.}

Still wondering where I’m going to be working? Well. I’m keeping it secret. Ish. (lie)

You can check it out here.

I know I didn’t go to college to work in “retail,” but it’s so much more than that. It’s what I need. I need to nurture myself for a while, regain some confidence, save some money, have some fun. I need to be in an environment where I can be confident in myself (also, this is NOTHING like working at Guess? Kids in Cambridgeside Galleria in 2001) and going to work won’t make me cry or feel sick. I need that. At least for now.

It’s going to be an awesome ride, and it’s totally going to get me to practice yoga more, and run when I say I’m going to run. I’m excited, inspired and relieved. And really? That’s about as much as I can ask for for now. Grad school will happen, my history courses will happen. It’s just going to take some time. For now, I’m just going to “breathe and enjoy the moment.”

For now, I’m going to start my own 30 day yoga challenge. There’s 30 days til my birthday and I plan to do yoga every day for at least 20 minutes a day until then. That’s why I’m working on cleaning our spare room so I can do it in here. It’s a slow process. There’s my Fitness Friday contribution. I’ve sucked at everything this week, I ran a nice 8 mile run last Sunday with the beautiful spring weather and got out for a couple of really, really long walks, but it caused my knees to be wonky, so I’m going easy on the running til I get new sneaks.

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