All posts filed under: self realization

Missing Happy Hour -a step in the right direction

Originally posted on Bent Beginnings:
Happy Hour – the American past time where coworkers and friends meet to enjoy each others company, spend money, and get drunk. Well at least drink. Here’s the thing, I’m not on this journey to discourage anyone from drinking, or to say drinking is bad. But drinking is bad for me. I say that because I don’t like the person I become when I drink. This is hard to admit, but I am not a nice person when I drink. Now it doesn’t happen every time, but it happens enough.First step’s are admitting, so here I am, admitting my faults. So this is where Bent Beginnings begins. Now, Happy Hour… why does it matter if I missed it? Who cares… Well, I do, and the monthly scheduled Happy Hour’s are a great way for me to connect with members of the club I joined. But my question is why can’t we do other activities in order to connect? Again, it comes down to culture, right? Our American culture deems it “normal” to…

I wish I was My Ex Boyfriend… Sometimes.

Originally posted on Untrammeled:
“Like a lot of girls I was pretty feisty, I was a tomboy I climbed the trees and I wrestled. And then suddenly, you were supposed to have boyfriends and you had to be a certain way, you had to be popular, and you had to be thin. And you had to be what they wanted you to be. That became a very difficult time in my life. Partly I was suffering from the loss of that wonderful strong brave girl I had been. I was morning the loss of her. And so I slept a lot and didn’t know what to do with myself, I was floundering.”             -Jane Fonda ? ? ? Okay. I’m doing it. I’ve been editing and re-editing my page for close to two hours now all to avoid writing this. ? Part of writing this is making me feel like an asshole. Like what part of me could be so ecstatic that the person who I thought was going to be the love of my…

Don’t Go To College

Originally posted on How Do I Grown Up:
My senior year of high school, I was burned out, I was exhausted, I’d busted my butt in extracurriculars, carried an active social life and maintain pretty good marks for 13 years. I was ready for a break; college didn’t look all that appetizing. But my parents, my friends, and my teachers told me to just go to college. Go and experience. Go and learn. Go and be free. So I did. At the time there weren’t other options, or at least none that I knew about. I could go to college or I could live with my parents and work in town. All the great wise men told me that college would get me a career, it was the only thing that would. So I went. And I experienced. And I think I learned, though probably not what was on the syllabus. College was…not fun for me, it wasn’t a grand opening of my mind or an essential activity to my youth. It was certainly not…

I’d like to say I’m sorry…

Originally posted on the hoe handbook:
Dear Professors, I’m sorry for not trying as hard as I should have.  I genuinely enjoy each and every one of your classes and would have loved to give them my all this semester (yes, I actually like school), but alas, pledging had other ideas.  I know it’s not an excuse because other people have serious time commitments and still find time to give their academics 100%, but I was simply not prepared for the physical and mental exhaustion that would come from just having one more activity on my plate.  I promise I will try my best to end this semester on a high note, but thank you for working with me.  Most importantly, thank you for buying my bullshit and giving me extra points when I did not really deserve them. Dear My Boys (who live with), I’m sorry for looking like shit all the time.  I haven’t been doing my hair or wearing make up all semester and while you have not failed to hit on…

Self Realization

Originally posted on Fitness, Health & Everything Else:
You know what I discovered about myself? I’m one lazy mother******. This Summer I’ve been struggling with my fitness goals. I haven’t been counting my macros, I’ve been drinking like a fish, and I’ve been meeting the bare minimum of my workouts. I haven’t even created a bucket list, gone camping, or read a book. When I get home, I park my a$$ on the couch, cuddle with my dog, and veg out on the TV. I’m lazy. I hate cooking, it’s pretty much the worst. I’ll let my clean laundry sit in the basket until it’s full and I’m forced to fold it. I keep the house clean generally, but I think it’s so I don’t feel like a complete lazy P.O.S. I think I stayed on a better regimented track during school due to the common fear of “the Freshman 15lbs”. Working out was also most likely a form of procrastination from homework. This Summer I’ve been working out as a form of transportation commuting home, or…