There are so many of these that we’re guilty of. Fear, not accepting new challenges for fear we aren’t prepared for them, comparing ourselves to others, competing, worrying, holding grudges…
The concepts are so simple, yet we complicate our lives so much with such trivial matters.
There’s a good point made where the question is asked, “How will this affect your life in 5 years? Will it even matter?” If you just give everything that little bit of perspective, things that seem so important and big can turn into the most trivial.
Unlike most of my friends, I grew up not having a clue who “Flat Stanley” was. I’m not sure if I was absent that day or if my childhood actually preceded the idea. However, this story is the sort of thing that gives books & concepts like that the life they deserve.
I’m in awe of this story… the way it follows the journey of a magnificent life… and makes the hero appreciate his purpose as he recognizes all the steps he’s taken along the way.
I just wish there were more stories like this and less of the media pollution we see on a regular basis.
These are absolutely hysterical!
The Monopoly one hit home especially because the recent ex suggested that I purchase a Wii game we could both play for one of our “date nights.” (Just to clarify, a “date night” for this loser consisted of coming to my house, raiding my refrigerator, then parking his giant ass on my sofa and watching TV until he proclaimed that it was time for bed.)
Since I had expressed my concern that we quite possibly had nothing in common & that I wasn’t cool with that routine, his idea was for me to purchase MONOPOLY for my Wii?!?! Seriously?!?! Snoozefest Dude! This poor guy was about as exciting as a soggy french fry.
This may be one of the most awkwardly embarrassing things I’ve seen in a very long time.
Although, I must admit, it’s a lot more creative than those penis pics the guys are sending out like trading cards nowadays.
Seriously y’all? Have a little class.
But this guy? I kinda feel sorry for him… and his poor taste in music. 😉
Let go of the people who have hurt or wronged you by sending them a final letter. Get out everything you need to say. This will purge the negativity from your mind & make room for more positive things.
Collect things you no longer need/want/use & deliver them to the Rescue Mission, Interact, Consignment… or prepare them for online sale on Poshmark or Amazon.
If you haven’t needed it in years, it could be time to let it go.
In your house for an office/studio; game/workout room.
In your schedule for looking after yourself.
Strengthen & Nourish
Streamline your schedule to include good nutrition & regular workouts.
Learn Something New
Take a class.
Do something you’ve always wanted to do.
Be the type of person you wish to meet
These are the types of resolutions I challenge you to create for yourselves.
I know you’re gonna find this hard to believe, but my life hasn’t always been all sunshine & rainbows. In fact, there was a time when I thought a dark cloud had parked itself permanently over my head. For what seemed like forever, no matter what I did, it was met with some sort of epic failure. I couldn’t do anything right. I lost jobs, relationships, friendships. With only minor peaks & valleys, I started over pretty much completely twice.
The second re-start was preceded by a period of deep depression, then countless hours of introspection. Evidently, my coping mechanisms were stellar because it didn’t take long until my EUREKA moment.
One day, completely out of nowhere, I just started making a list of everything I’d always dreamed of doing, but had been too scared to do. The horrible tragedy of everything before had given me this new strength that I didn’t know I had. I guess it was as if I no longer felt tethered to the security blanket of my protective upbringing. I no longer had the negative voices in my head, telling me, “I cant.”
I now knew what it was like to have NOTHING TO LOSE and it made me FEARLESS. I had finally reached the elusive land of WHY NOT?!?
Today I realized that I’ve accomplished every single goal on that list… even the most lofty, time-consuming, and seemingly impossible. I’m humbled by this discovery.
If you don’t want to be with me then move along and I’ll continue my journey unencumbered by you.
If you do want to be with me, but I’ve shown you no interest, don’t try to hang onto me in hopes that I’ll someday slow down and become interested. I won’t. Don’t be that wounded animal that begs to be taken care of. I have no time for that.
If you want to be with me, be my equal. Join me on the ride. Take the time to understand me.
Being a freelance makeup artist, my business is listed on quite a few internet directories. This is fantastic for business, as it makes my web presence stronger as I get to reach a wider audience of potential clients. However, it can also leave me open to web predators.
My first taste of this was when I started getting calls from a company called Local Splash. I was in Esthetician School at the time. They called me repeatedly, telling me that I had all these good reviews and that a competitor had fallen out of one of the top 8 spots in the first page of Google’s search. I should have asked them where in the world they were getting this information, because I sure as heck have never seen a single review. In fact, at the time I had hardly even had the shell of a new website up and running. I told them to call back when I’d finished school because if they sent me a ton of clients now, I wouldn’t have any time for them.
They kept calling… different people… same spiel. I began to realize what was going on. It was a racket. They just wanted money.
I blocked the number and hadn’t had any problems until…
Fast forward to today. Keep in mind that with the first experience under my belt I’m wiser than before and significantly jaded. Basically, one of these clowns isn’t going to last 2 minutes with me on the phone.
An 800 number calls during lunch with my boss. I don’t answer. They call again. I let him answer. He hands it to me because he thinks it might be important. *Ugh*
When he answers a lady has asked for Blush Cosmetic Artistry. When I take the phone, I get some rude Indian guy that I can hardly understand. He tells me he’s from USDirectory and that I have a listing with them. I tell him I don’t. He corrects me and tells me it’s on Yelp. I tell him Yelp is free and that I’m not going to pay for a directory service. He proceeds to yell at me “You don’t want people to call you?” I say “NO!" (meaning people like him, not clients, but of course I know that he’s totally taking it the wrong way.) I proceed to tell him AGAIN that I’m not going to pay for a directory service.
He continues to yell at me… then screams THIS IS BULLSHIT and possibly a few more unintelligible things before hanging up on me.
Wow Mr. Person attempting to sell me something. You’re doing a fine job there!
So to all of my small business owner friends out there, please be careful of these predators. Now you know the names of two of them. Take note of these numbers and BLOCK them.
Local Splash (714)450-9237 or (949)253-5712 USDirectory (888)217-5736
Remember a little while ago when I wrote about a wardrobe service called StitchFix?
I’d purposefully put off writing about my experiences with them for fear that it might not exactly be a marriage made in heaven. For instance, I’d told my stylist that I wasn’t big on animal print. What do I find in my StitchFix box? A Zebra patterned top. UGH! Although the fabric was super-soft, I didn’t waste any time trying it on. I was also sent a ring although I distinctly specified no jewelry. Needless to say, I was nonplussed by my first box.
The most notable item in the first box was an orange silk cold-shoulder top that flowed effortlessly over me and fit exactly right. The only problem was that I really don’t like the maintenance that silk clothing requires. There was also a modern blue jacket and a cute panel dress that was a tad on the snug side. It all went back.
After this, I decided to give them a lot more information. I linked them to my Facebook profile and commented on EXACTLY why each item didn’t work for me. I didn’t hold back either. I figured that if I was hiring them to be my personal stylists, they needed to know the REAL me… nothing held back.
I also decided to give them some ideas of people in television and film that I considered to be my style icons at the moment.
The second shipment was delivered Saturday, while I was in Atlanta. When I returned on Monday I was too tired to be all that excited about it, so I waited until I’d had a good nap in me before making any snap decisions.
There are always 5 items in each shipment. This one contained a fabulous jacket, a great clutch, and a few tops. The first top was a navy cowl neck monstrosity with the skinniest sleeves. It was so disproportional that I wondered if it was a factory mistake. The second top was a thin navy flowered button-back blouse. It fit perfectly, but it was way too frou-frou for me. The third was an orange-red silk top with an ornate gold jeweled neckline. It might have worked, but the neck was shaped like a shirt collar and just wasn’t dong it for me. I’m into symmetry and geometry.
So here are the winners. This is the jacket. I found some advertising from the design house about it’s launch on Twitter.
Up close the details of the cut and seams of this jacket are a lot cooler than in this photo depiction.
And the clutch. This is really cool. It’s simple and functional. And I love the color. Can’t wait to see how many folks will compliment me on this little baby.
Since they’re getting better at figuring me out, I scheduled another Fix for next month. I’ll let you know how that turns out.
If you’re interested in scheduling your own fix, click here to get your invitation.
In legend & lore, fortune cookies & chick-lit there has always been this elusive concept of “The Handsome Stranger.” I always sort of figured the concept was simply far-fetched fiction…
I’ve never had trouble meeting people. I’ve seen my share of proverbial “handsome strangers,” but have found that they either have no desire to engage me in conversation, or once they open their mouths, I lose all interest. (and sometimes something between the two extremes)
When flying by yourself, you ALWAYS keep your fingers crossed that the airline won’t seat you beside a Dud, a Mouth-Breather, a StinkyPants, or a Chatty Cathy. I never in a gazillion years imagined that they’d seat me beside one of the most handsome men I’d seen. He was Military… Airborne… a Red Beret to be exact. He called me Ma’am. When we started the flight, there was a seat between us, but it wasn’t long before there wasn’t. We talked & laughed the whole time. He was adorable.
Of course you realize that I don’t write bodice-rippers, so you must have guessed that a little reality will rear it’s ugly head in 5-4-3-2-1. He was married. And honestly, I didn’t have intentions of hitting on him or anything. It’s just that when it’s so early in the morning, your eyes are definitely drawn to round, shiny objects. I also have rotten luck, so if you’re looking for me to be the heroine in a real-life romantic novella, you could be waiting awhile.
It was the best conversation I’d had with “a stranger on a plane.” He showed me photos of his wife & some other assorted friends & family. We talked about places, music, what we do for a living, fitness… We laughed because we were the only people awake on the entire plane before beverage service.
And then the weirdness… the awkward goodbyes when the plane lands. We had such a great time that we’d grown fond of each other. We’d connected. Should we keep in touch? We both decided against it. It just didn’t seem like the thing to do. If I were in his wife’s shoes, I definitely wouldn’t appreciate it.
But me? I’ll always have that image burned into my brain… of my very first Handsome Stranger I met on a plane.
I’d actually almost forgotten the significance there’s been so much good stuff going on in my life lately.
When I think about that fateful day, of course it brings back all the sorrowful emotions and how I no longer felt that sense of safety and security I’d once had.
I walked into MCI WorldCom that day and it was as if time had stood still. I sat in an open cubicle in the middle of the building. There were televisions everywhere that were always set to news channels since we were managing networks all over the world. Everyone was watching. The floor was silent. All that could be heard were the voices of the reporters. We were sent home early that day… all full of emotions and extremely confused.
I was engaged to a huge jerk. We brought out the worst in each other. On that day… the day when such horribleness had occurred against our country… when most people clung to their loved ones and gave thanks for everything they had… He chose not to spend the evening with me. Instead, he chose to watch a silly reality TV show with a girl he knew had a crush on him while I remained at home, curled up in the fetal position watching news reports about everything that had occurred until daybreak.
Not the greatest memory. But then again, most holidays and historical events are punctuated by the many douchebags I’ve allowed into my life.
Now that I’m older, wiser, stronger, less of a people-pleaser and more comfortable with the word NO, the douchebag population has decreased significantly.
As for 9/11, I’d rather think of the cool stuff that happened like this.
Every now & then I feel as if I’m the luckiest girl in the world. Why? Because things like this happen.
I met Jeff when I went to Cardinal Gibbons High School. I was only there a brief 2 years, but the people were so colorful. It was the time in my life when I started really developing my musical tastes as they are today.
There was a show called “Night Wave” that aired on the college radio station after most high-schoolers were supposed to be in bed. That show gave me my first taste of The Hoodoo Gurus, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Bangles, Lene Lovich, The Cure, The Violent Femmes… so many more…
It was my addiction. I would turn my “boom box” way down so that my parents couldn’t hear, pop a cassette in and record all night. I made Jeff a copy of the one of the best shows I had. To this day we both still have it.
Years passed. Life happened… Then Facebook happened, and we reconnected. We’d both spent our fair share of years performing, making music, and he began to share with me some music he’d written. Each week I was receiving a few MP3s in my email. It was like a “Good Morning” gift that I’d wake up to since he’d mostly write at night.
Recently, I decided to share with him some lyrics I’d written. Within a day or 2 he’d written this beautiful song. I was beyond words. We’d long-distance co-written a song. It was the first time I’d ever done that. Yet when I opened my email, it was the most special present I could ever receive.
Today, and most days lately, I consider myself very fortunate. And having people like my friend Jeff in my life are a major reason why.
The other day I was browsing around and I happened upon this on another particularly stylish friend’s blog. There’s a service out there called StitchFix. For a mere $20 styling fee, you’re paired with a StitchFix stylist who looks over the questionnaire you submit (sizes, preferences, colors, price range, designers, basically things about you & what you like) and custom-picks you a box full of outfits. You can choose to have them pick mostly dresses, mostly casual, mostly dressy, mostly accessories, a mix of everything, outfits… You decide. There are places where you are able to communicate with your stylist to tell them things that are not in the questionnaire. (like that fabulous vacation you’re about to take requiring fabulous outfits).
When the box arrives, you have 3 days to decide whether to keep or send back your loot. Then you can communicate with your stylist and if you want to try again, you can… with more specific instructions.
My box arrives FRIDAY! Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to post a full review.
This reminds me SO MUCH of “Muscle Guy” from Saturday night!
When my friends and I went out to celebrate my passing the Esthetics Board Exams, we ended up at a little cigar bar that we like to frequent where cover bands we’re friends with like to play.
There was a guy on the dance floor in the tightest gray t-shirt I’ve ever seen dancing with a really plain, older-looking gal. She was hardly moving. And he was posing as if he was in some sort of body-building contest right there in the middle of the dance floor! Each time he lifted an arm, he’d flex & check to make sure his muscles were being properly displayed. Each position was choreographed, although it seemed much more like self-promotion than dancing. We all felt really sorry for the poor girl… especially since he wasn’t paying her ANY attention. She was just there.
He was only looking in 2 places:
At the crowd to make sure he was being checked out.
At himself to make sure he was utilizing all of his muscle-splendor.
When my friend the drummer came offstage to talk to us during a break, we told him what had been entertaining us for the past hour. His response, “OH YEAH! That guy comes to a ton of our shows! Did you know he’s in his 60’s?”
Sure he should be proud of his physique and the fact that living well has caused him to rewind the aging process… HOWEVER… It doesn’t give him license to be a complete DOUCHE to his date! If you’re with someone, pay them some attention! Otherwise, stay in the loo and make out with the mirror all night. It’s repulsive to make us watch that sort of ridiculous narcissism!