File Under: Sometimes you just click…
I know I really like someone when I suggest we watch The Wedding Singer…
I read that for women to fall in love they must feel safe with their dude.
For men to fall in love, they must miss their lady so much when she is gone that they realize living without her isn’t an option.
Me? I need to know he rocks an inner Robbie Hart… loves The Wedding Singer and makes me laugh like crazy. Always against the norms, I suppose..
File Under: Forward
This summer, I met all my goals. I’ve lost 20 pounds. I’ve found a career that will allow me to take care of myself financially (plus, I’m still helping people). I’m in the process of applying for grad school. I’ve managed to focus on myself without allowing outside forces to distract me. I’ve learned to appreciate those who are in my corner and accepted to let go of those who are not. I’m the best sort of happy I’ve ever been, because I’ve gotten here on my own with some hard work and well, with a little help from my friends… ;)
Photo from Pinterest
I finally ordered this. I’m super excited. I love Joseph Gordon-Levitt.
Someday, I’m gonna doodle stories and make money that way, too.
File Under: You order self-help books online (secretively so they can be delivered in an unmarked brown paper bag), you don’t blog about them (to the world).
Well (dramatic pause) whatever. The truth is my desire to share this book is greater than my embarrassment about currently reading it. The information will most likely give you some much needed comfort, confidence and the ability to relax a little. The book (guide) is mostly for dating but, has additional gems that your relationship will most likely benefit from. Plus, the writer is sarcastic and funny. There aren’t any rules or game playing. Just the real deal. I promise, there won’t be yawning. Just a-ha! moments and wisdom to better attract the right kind of people into your life. <3
File Under: Nobody puts baby in the corner!
(Ode to Amy and Jarrad!)
Now and then people will badger you about being single. They will think “what’s her deal?” or worse “what’s wrong with her”. You don’t have to answer such questions or indulge in these inquiries. It’s not your problem that someone is uncomfortable or confused by your single status. You don’t have to defend your choices or entertain the thought of adoption when people whip out hand watches and scream about your biological clock. (mom) You don’t have to contribute to a conversation one is having based on their ideas of what works for you or what an alternative plan could be if your life doesn’t pan out as originally designed. I don’t even have a plan. I guarantee (sweet parents, concerned friends, nosy co-workers) your plan for me won’t be a selling item.
Now and then you may find yourself realizing your still a lot like Amelie, despite your hard work. It’s okay that you’re a social recluse. You’ll accept that the idea of being coupled for too long is a little scary for you. That the idea of living with a man is nice, but you’re not in a rush to grab it. Besides, you admit to only yourself- you’re not all that good with sharing. (What if he doesn’t like 30 Rock? Are people who are serious about finding love, concerned about their dude not liking 30 Rock?) Still, knowing this- sometimes you’ll be negative and sad. You’ll wonder if you’re supposed to aimlessly wander the earth alone like the Incredible Hulk. (I do look good in green…)
Now and then you may meet a guy who tries to change you. (run) If a guy doesn’t understand what you find enjoyable about French pop tunes or find humorous about music videos from India (hilar!), it’s not your job to show him the way. It’s not your job to justify your outlook on the world. You don’t have to alter your feisty streak to accommodate his slight insecurity. You don’t have to stop seeing your favorite therapist, because he believes two halves make a whole and his purpose is to “fix” you. (BTW you fix broken appliances, not people.)
(Lastly) Now and then, you’ll start to wonder if everyone else is right. Am I getting too old? Are my expectations unrealistic? Did I mess it up with the right ones? Then (like all the questions I pose to the universe) my answer came. It came in the form of Amy and Jarrad…
I spent the weekend with one of my favorite coupled friends. They are the duo that radiates in one another’s presence. They laugh effortlessly. Their wit is perfectly matched. It’s clear to anyone observing them that they are the real deal. Most people will easily list these things about them, but do you know what I love most about them?
Well first, they laugh- a lot.
Secondly, it’s nice to see a strong woman be celebrated by a secure man.
However, I love that Jarrad has a crazy knife collection that sits behind a pretty glass case. That Amy can smirk as Jarrad shows his “grateful dead” knife or narrate where he got which knife and from whom, as he’s pointing them out. I love that Jarrad preps the meals and Amy is the Master chef. I love that they gravitate towards one another, that they finish each other’s sentences, but…
(Even more than that) I love that they have background stories for their dogs. One is a former pimp who walks to the beat of seventies porn music, his voice is deep and brash. Jarrad spoke on behalf of his dog with said voice. Their other dog, a young woman from Russia- she has attitude for being spoiled by a charmed life, spoke through Amy. You can tell me all day long how you know a good couple, because they always hold hands. (sigh) However- I say, the best couples laugh effortlessly (and talk for their dogs).
SO, now and then people are going to feel sorry for me for not being married yet. They are going to annoy me with questions and even yell at me for some of my decisions. I KNOW though, you got to wait and then pursue the real deal. Thanks Amy and Jarrad for reminding me of that… <3
File Under: My new favorite movie and soundtrack!
File Under: Officially Summer
Sir Isaac Lime is the ultimate poolside companion.
In 2011… I fell off my pink beach cruiser, a lot. I don’t know who said “it’s just like riding a bicycle…” because, I’m pretty sure that when I was a child I didn’t crash into the ground that many times. I took a writing class that challenged me and gave me a much needed boost of confidence. I went down five dress sizes. Clothes shopping is becoming fun. I got a promotion that I worked hard for and a raise I deserve. I felt broken, but found my spirit through new friendships, positive people, emerging myself in the arts. I formed a writing team and am excited to be working on projects with creative/unique people who ”come as they are” and celebrate my weirdness. I found HOPE, which I had been lacking in between bouts of a “their grass is greener… bigger… cooler… with a pooL” depression/envy (ICK). The best part about being confident or happy, is that everything, mostly, seems good. You radiate what you feel, you shine and it attracts all the things you want/need in your life. I’m grateful to be in this place. I haven’t been here in a long time. I can’t wait for 2012.
I hope you all have a Merry Christmas surrounded by your loved ones and a Happy New Year!!
*Picture from papaya art… AMAZING art decor