How to Get Out of Your Own Way
Sometimes the intentions are good but the execution is poor. We’ve all had this happen. Usually it’s because you got in your own way. Life can be difficult and complicated but sometimes when you push aside the “difficult” you find the simple exposed and waiting and pure.
Sometimes it truly is difficult to see the forest from the trees. It can be overwhelming and discouraging, but those are the times that you need to step back and ask yourself, “what am I doing this for?” If you don’t know, maybe it isn’t the time to go for it. Maybe its time to reassess and just concentrate on the simple for a while. Pick one goal and put your all into it. Otherwise, everything in your life suffers and often the ones you love the most end up feeling neglected and hurt.
So get out of your own way today. Take stalk of what your goals are and how you are reaching them. Otherwise, you may be going down a bumpy, ugly, lonely path.
Some People Are Never Happy
Or they are simply happy being unhappy. Either way it is hard to be around these people. I know that at times I can be a Negative Nancy. I know that it is incredibly hard to pull your self up by your boot straps and keep going, but it still must be done.
There is a woman that I work with that is going through some hard times right now. Her kid is driving her crazy, she’s always worried about money, and lets face it…she doesn’t exactly love coming into work. That being said, being shrouded in her negativity has done something profound to me. It’s made me a more positive person.
I now see that I have a powerful tool to make myself happy and that tool is me. (I’m not a tool I’m just saying metaphorically…oh never mind…) Regardless. I need to be my own champion. I need to put myself out there. I need to see the good and the light and not the dark and gloomy.
I believe that people are put in our paths in life to teach us a lesson or help us through a difficult time. I believe this person was put in my path to give me the kick in the butt that I need to realize my dreams. I need to start working on me and what truly makes me happy. So thank you Disgruntled Co-Worker for being so miserable these last few weeks. You gave me the boost I needed. I hope I can do the same for you sometime soon.
What makes you happiest? and are you doing enough to make it happen? Get out there and live it. You never know what could be waiting around the next corner.
Random Friday: How Hard Is It to Get Published…
…since Hilary Duff is now on the best sellers list and James Franco is doing book readings and signings at Barnes & Noble…Perhaps they got into acting really wanting to be authors. Or maybe they are so hounded by the paps that their only outlet is writing. I don’t know but I miss the authors of yesteryear. Yes, Austen, Shakespeare, Twain, J.K Rowlings, Tolkien…
Moving on…
Why is technology so much more difficult to use the older I get? I use a computer everyday. During the week I’m at the computer all day. So why is it I can’t get my stupid slide show on my MAC to load correctly onto a disk? Am I becoming the “older” generation? The generation that just doesn’t get it? Cause I really don’t get Ke$ha but somehow I get Lady Gaga? Who is this Bieber kid (yes I looked up how to spell his name…) and why does he look like Jody Foster when she was a kid? Begrudgingly I already sometimes respond with “eh?” with a quizzical confused look on my face.
Whatever, at least its Friday.
PS- After listening to the link of James Franco reading (see above) I kinda wanna read it…Don’t judge…
PSS- I want to ask this guy to lunch and ask his opinion on how the world of celebrity has been diminished to fart jokes and nose jobs. I think he’d have great things to say…
And When I Grow Up…
…I’ll be a billionaire! Or maybe not. Remember when you were a little boy or girl and you used to fantasize about your life as a grown up? Do you remember spending all day on your Grandma’s tire swing pretending you were a famous singer? Well maybe that was just me…but nevertheless I’m sure you remember wanting big magical things for yourself.
I still want big magical things for myself.
Now I just have to figure out where that mysterious life path is and follow it. I feel like Little Red Ridding Hood without a flashlight or a compass and instead of the Big Bad Wolf on my heals its self doubt and monthly bills.
I’m a bit lost, a little scared, and a lot poor. I am apparently your typical American. Go figure.
So this is an open question to those of you who have found the dream, who are happy and content in the career/life that you’ve chosen. How did you know? What did you do? How did you figure out the age-old question of “what do I want to be when I grow up”? I’m serious. I want to know. I thought I knew, maybe I still do, maybe I’m just impatient? I’m thinking I need to just close my eyes and pick the name out of a hat and go with it. Career by Ouija Board…
Random Friday
So I’m going to start Random Friday’s since my brain during this time is like a spastic two-year old. I’m all over the place. So here’s the run down on today’s randomness.
I went to the library like I do every three weeks to get books and audio books (I listen to them on my 45 minute one way commute- don’t judge.) While I was there this week I was actually pretty disappointed in the selection. So instead of getting any new audio books I grabbed a few CD’s. Mainly musicals I can sing along to and in the mix was Evita.
The Madonna version.
When this movie came out I was in junior high and fell madly in love with the drama of it and how a nation could love anyone so completely (with the few exceptions…) Anyway, so I’ve been listening to this CD for the last couple of days and of course it got me curious about the real Eva Paron so what do I do? I wikipedia her! Dude, her corps was moved a bunch of times and viewed to the public far more than necessary in my opinion. Anyway, I found this fascinating and wanted to share. Feeling the need to watch Evita sometime soon…Gotta love me some Antonio Banderas!
Good Bye Summer
The sun decided it hated me this year. It never came out to play. I knocked on its door, I rang the door bell. I talked to its mother who awkwardly told me he didn’t want to play with me anymore. Well pooh on you Sun! Fall may be my favorite season, but typically I have had a beautiful summer to look back on! But no, I’ve been left alone on the dance floor on prom night while the sun sits on the sidelines laughing. Needless to say, this has been a cold icky summer. We had a couple of beautiful days where the sun felt pity for us, but mostly it was cold and drizzly in San Francisco. So I saw the photo above and decided to give a nod to summer and wish it a fond but disappointed farewell. I bid you adieu!
Little Miss Fatty Pants
I’m feeling like a Little Miss Fatty Pants today. After marathon shopping with my mom this weekend I’ve learned two very important things:
1. My mom can shop me under the table hands down.
2. The older I get the harder it is to drop those 5-10 lbs.
I’ve gained weight since my boyfriend moved in. I eat more and I eat better. Though our dinners are typically on the healthier side, I still eat a lot more than I used to. Before he moved in my lunch was the biggest meal of my day. I would eat a smaller breakfast, a large lunch, and then a moderate meatless dinner. What I should have done was started working out. But I didn’t. I ate chocolate. I ate a lot of bread. I’ve had more rice in the last nine months than I have my whole life. What I should have also done was modify my lunching habits. But I didn’t.
This frankly needs to stop. My pants are tighter than usual and I can feel a slight muffin top happening! It’s freaking me out!
So I joined the local YMCA (since it’s the closes gym to our house) and plan to work out after my very busy day today. Keep your fingers crossed. Hopefully I can drop a few pounds by this weekend’s wedding festivities! The boyfriend’s Uncle is getting married to a wonderful woman. I need to look good in my dress and not like it fits me like a sausage casing. Pray for me…
His and Hers
My boyfriend has a beard. Not just any beard, a brawny man-type beard. So when I saw this picture today in A Little Sussy’s post I couldn’t help but share it with the rest of you. I think these pillows would clash with my current bedding…but I’d be willing to get new bedding to match these little babies!
I Don’t Look Like This When I’m on the Phone…
So…I don’t look like this when I talk on the phone, nor do I know anyone else that does. That being said…I kinda wish I did. I love the voluptuous hair and 50’s inspired clothes. A time when women celebrated their curves and wanted to be soft and sexy. I think I’ll go buy new make up and mimic this look. What do you think?
Camp Shasta Coffee Co.
My Uncle Butch and Aunt Lisa own the cutest little coffee-house/café in Lakehead, CA. It’s called Camp Shasta Coffee Co. and it’s truly the coolest place. My Uncle is one of my Mom’s older brothers who relocated to Lakehead (located just north of Redding, CA) recently. My Uncle owned an Auto Body Shop in Santa Cruz. Fitting right? With a name like Butch? By the way, it’s a nickname not the real one on his birth certificate!
Anyway, the place is real gem. When you walk in you are greeted by a mounted Moose’s head. I like to think his name is Boris and he lived a nice long life. My Aunt found him at a junk sale and I think she thinks of him as kind of a mascot. There is an old-fashioned coke machine, 50’s pin-up girls and lots of character including a stuffed quail with its rear end blown off! If you are ever headed north on I-5 check it out and tell them I sent you! 
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Camp Shasta Coffee Co.
20766 Lakeshore Drive
Lakehead, CA 96051
Interstate 3 exit 702
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