If you don't like where you are, you have to think about what you can do differently, and then actually, you know, do it.
I need to work on generally being more productive. Work more, sleep less. Jay-z didn't become Jay-z because he liked sleep (or P. Diddy, or Timbaland. I don't know why rappers come to mind first but it is what it is.)
Trying to get off of your parents' tab so you no longer have to convince yourself that you're an investment-- Juggling real life responsibilities and dream chasing seems to slow down the progress of the latter. You begin to wonder if you'll ever, ever get there.
We are a generation of instant gratification. We're impulsive. We want everything how we want it and when we want it, which is our way and NOW. We are impatient. I am impatient.
You may be far and away from where you want to be, but every little step is at least a step forward. Before you know it, you'll be miles away form where you started.
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I started this blog in January 2010 just as I was moving to NYC to keep my family and friends informed of all of my adventures. Since then, it's become, well, this. So here.. Here are my stories, my thoughts, my rants, my worries, my fears, my hopes and my dreams. Figuring out life as it happens and trying to be the most optimistic person I know. Happy you could join me on my adventure :)
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
hashtag: gypsyproblems
I constantly feel pulled by three different places and I
don’t think it will ever go away. I’m a
city girl, a Southern girl, and an island girl all rolled into one, and when
I’m in one place I miss the other two and CAN’T WAIT to get back.
I’m not sure how this will be resolved, but I’m working on a
building a lifestyle that appeases by soul, my heart and spirit.
Oh, the woes of a gypsy.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Spring In Your Step
It has been nearly six months since I was home last. I know
for most people, that is not a very significant amount of time, but MAN, have I
been homesick.
The last time I was home, I spent most of my time praying
about what I should do next. New York? Not New York? Going to the chapel,
having lunch with friends, making lists on lists on lists trying to figure it
all out.
Well, I still don’t have it figured all out, and I probably
never will. But I know it was the right decision because it was the decision I
made. At a certain point, you have to stop asking for opinions, stop making
lists and make a freakin’ decision and trust that it was the best one.
So far, I can’t complain. I have my apartment (in Jersey?!),
a job in the city, good people around me, and an un-ending support system that
will cheer me on when I need a Gatorade break.
2013, you are flyin’. But you are lookin’ pretty good.
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