One Day at a Time

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“Fall is a season for change”…so cliché. But also true. I’ve been trying to wrap my head around this whole “living-in-a-new-place-and-doing-everything-on-my-own” thing. It’s quite the change. It’s funny because I remember this time last year I was so damn anxious to get on with the rest of my life. I was having a blast being in school, not working (for once), going out with my friends 24/7, and actually enjoying my classes because I had time to study. But I was so ready to see where the next chapter of my life would take me. I wanted to know where I would end up living after graduation, which company I’d be working for, what my job would be like…if my degree that I worked my ass off for would end up being worthwhile.

And here I am. Approximately 1 year later and wishing more than anything that I could go back to my college days. I know, everyone says that. Everyone says “your college years will be the best years of your life”. I get it. But it’s so, SO true. At least compared to your first year working in the “real world”. And looking into the future only looks more stressful. Enjoyable and wonderful, yes. But stressful and expensive.

Don’t get me wrong, being in the working world isn’t all that bad. You make way more money than you did at your part-time college job. You (hopefully) get to do something that interests you every day. And…yeah that’s about it. Just kidding, it’s not that bad. Kind of.

I mean, let’s face it. 22 is such an awkward age. Half of the people I know from school are getting married and/or having kids at this point. And the other half are either still in school or focusing on readjusting to working in the real world….and some people have absolutely no idea what they’re doing with their lives. There comes a point in life where you have to stop looking back on the past and stop trying to plan for the future. There is so much beauty in focusing on the present…if only we were all a little better at that.

Speaking of he present, there are like a million and a half things I told myself I would have accomplished or started working on by now. I told myself that after college I would do some soul searching and “really find out what life is all about”. Yet we’re all always doing that and probably will be until the day we die. Let’s face it, no one really knows what the hell they’re actually supposed to be doing with their life.

Like, for example, I told myself that I would have taken up yoga by now and would go to 2-3 classes every single week – partly for the physical aspect of it and partly for the spiritual reflection. Nope, still haven’t done that, and actually stopped going to the gym every day like I used to because the real world gets stressful and sometimes a girl just needs to sit on the couch and not do a damn thing. I need to remember the sometimes part. J I also wanted to start playing piano regularly again. Problem is, I have my keyboard and no power cord or stand because it got lost during my move out here. So there’s that.

I guess I’m starting to realize that maybe putting a million things on my plate in addition to starting a new job and moving to a completely new place might have been a bit of a stretch for my personal psyche to handle. For now, I’ll just stick to getting through the workweeks and starting to work out again. There is a time for everything – we’ve got to give ourselves a chance to enjoy our time in the now.

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All Caught Up In Social Media “Bliss”

Well, my apologies for being MIA for almost a month. Moving will do that to ya, I guess. If you’re wondering, Colorado is a pretty amazing place to be. I absolutely love it here. The people are friendly; the scenery is breathtaking; the weather is phenomenal; and there is an abundance of sunshine giving off happy vibes at (almost) all times. How could one not love it here??

There is one thing that has been on my mind since I moved and I’m not sure if it’s a result from moving or if I’ve always felt this way and never taken the time to express it. It seems that I’m much more sensitive to how I choose to keep in touch with people since nearly everyone that I’m close to is now 500+ miles away.

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Do you ever wonder what’s really going on in people’s lives when you’re looking at social media sites like Facebook or Instagram? Or what people’s motivations are for some of these crazy posts that we’ve grown so accustomed to seeing day in and day out?

One prime example:

  • It’s your mom’s birthday. What’s one of the first things you do to wish her happy birthday? Some people are old-fashioned and will probably just pick up the phone to call her and tell her how much she is loved and make sure that she’s doing something enjoyable for her special day. Others, particularly those that are active on social media, will post some long extravagant post like such (please excuse and/or enjoy the over-exaggeration as I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of these posts before)… “Happy Birthday to the most beautiful, loving, honest, cheerful, intelligent, inspirational, blah, blah, blah woman I know. I am beyond blessed to have you as a mother and I absolutely can not imagine my life without you. You are THE best person in the entire world and I can’t help but ramble on about all of these things so that I can get a million likes on this status when everyone sees how much I love my mom.” And yet that person might not even take the time to call or, God forbid, spend time with his/her mom for her birthday. My point? What’s the true motivation for posting such an extravagant paragraph about how awesome your mom is when you could just tell her in person and enjoy some quality time together?

Here’s the thing. I’m all for showing everyone how much you love and care about your awesome momma on her birthday. I love seeing the pictures and it’s always a good thing to see that people have good relationships with whoever it is that’s having a birthday. But wouldn’t it be a better use of time to give that person a call or go spend time with them doing something they enjoy? And why in the world do the 500+ friends you have on Facebook need to see your birthday wishes for that person?

I completely know and understand that it has become commonplace to post about any and all events or holidays or birthdays or gifts your boyfriend got you or the million pictures from your wedding or a picture of your new Nike shoes on Instagram or…you get the point. But if you really step back and think about it, why are we sharing all of these things on the Internet? Is it to get likes on your status or picture so you know that people from high school still care about what you’re doing? Or so that everyone knows that your boyfriend likes to spend money on you? Or so you can show how beautiful your special event was to all the people you didn’t invite but are friends with on Facebook?

I think in today’s world it’s worth taking a minute to think about why we are posting things on social media. Many of us don’t think about it this way, but once it’s on the Internet, it’s up there for good. I’m guilty of posting tons of pictures on Facebook, mostly because that is where I store all of my pictures. But what I often don’t think about is how little most people probably care about seeing those pictures. And how little I actually care about sharing those pictures with a ton of people online who I never actually talk to or hang out with. Why can’t I just store them on my computer and print out the ones I like for my close friends and myself?

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Food for thought, anyway. I’m sure I won’t stop posting pictures on Facebook because I’m probably too lazy to come up with another way to store and share pictures. And I surely don’t expect anyone else to, especially with how common sharing almost everything on social media has become. But maybe we are focusing too much time and attention on staying “connected” with our social media friends and not enough time living in the moment and enjoying life’s beauty with those whom we love.

If you have thoughts on this topic, I’d love to hear them! Post a comment below if you’d like.

Big Changes Ahead

The last couple weeks have been a roller coaster of feelings ranging from excitement and joy to stress and exhaustion. Funny thing is that all of these emotions come from the same two occurrences: getting a puppy and graduating college. Yikes. Not to complain…I mean, I knew the whole puppy thing would be a bit of a stresser, which is why I decided to get her now so that I have the summer to train her before I start my full time job in September. I won’t get into it any further than that (I’m sure you can imagine all of the fun and not-so-fun things I’m experiencing with Miss Riley). I’ll keep my head up and post an update on our progress at some point.

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As for this whole graduating college thing, however, it isn’t as easy to just push aside the bad stuff and move on with the challenges. I honestly don’t think that it has actually “hit me” yet that I’m done with school, but I’ve already started to see changes taking place. It’s particularly noticeable since I’m still in my college town for the summer. Since graduation a little over a week ago, I’ve watched the majority of my friends move away – some have moved on to their new life with their new big kid jobs and others went back home until they are able to figure out what comes next. I’ve also had to start dealing with things that my parents always took care of for me during college, like figuring out how to move all my crap across the country to Colorado and buying new furniture on a new budget. But more important than figuring out the intricacies of coordinating a new “grown-up” lifestyle after college is the realization that my life, as a whole, is about to change. Big time.

Yes, gone are the days of drinking our faces off until the sunrise on a Wednesday night and sleeping off the hangover until 2pm the following day. Gone are the days of skipping a class just because I didn’t feel like going and choosing to take a nap in the student center instead. I can no longer show up to my morning classes in yoga pants and my boyfriend’s sweatshirt with my hair on top of my head and sit in the back row so I don’t have to deal with answering questions in class if I don’t feel like it. And at some point, I’ve got to admit that gone, too, are the days of eating El Rancho after bars on a Thursday night with the intentions of having a kick-ass workout on Friday since I don’t have classes to deal with. No more awesome student discounts, choosing a laid back class schedule, workouts at 10am, or study sessions at Pershing until 7 in the morning.

More than all of these things, though, is the essence of who I am and what my purpose is in the world. No longer under the guidance of teachers and classmates, organizations and tons of close friends, I want to find what I really want to do with my life. Yes, I have an awesome job starting in a couple of months and it happens to be in one of my dream locations. That itself is an accomplishment on its own. I realize that. But what about the changes I want to make in the world and the things I want to see happening 10, 20, 50 years from now?

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I want to find a way to make a difference in the world. I want to be passionate about what I end up doing with my life, and I want it to make a difference. Whether that comes through my career, volunteer opportunities, or simply sharing my thoughts on my silly little blog, I want to live my life with a specific purpose in mind. I’ve been praying that I might discover that purpose someday soon. Until then, I guess I’ll continue to focus on being a puppy momma and preparing for my big move to CO. The rest will fall into place. It has to, right?