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11.10.2010
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11.03.2010
Friends
It's 4am and I can't sleep. Someone should write a song about that...oh wait, that's been done. This has been a common occurrence lately. Too much on my mind I guess... I normally lay in bed and fight it, hoping for just 5 more minutes of rest before my alarm starts blaring and my busy day forces me out into the world. However, when I rolled over and checked my phone this morning I noticed I had a new text message from a good friend. She told me to write on my blog because it was good for me. Thanks NB, I needed that encouragement.
I've been thinking a lot about all the amazing friends in my life lately. I had great friends in high school and college, lots that I still keep in touch with, some who are my best friends. I've also made a lot of new friends in the past couple of years, something I wasn't convinced people actually did as they got older.
When I graduated from college over 2 years ago and moved to Dallas to strike out on my own, I never thought I'd have friends like I've made down here. The first few months were hard. I'm a bit of a social butterfly, so living in an apartment by myself for the first time, in a new city, was too much at times. Of course there were other factors. My fiance (bf at the time) was back in St Louis the first year I was here and as you can imagine, I missed him. A lot. But we were determined to make it work, so I spent a lot of that first year on an airplane, flying back and forth and seeing him as much as possible. Maybe it was that, or maybe it's just tough to make friends at first. Either way, it was a little more than discouraging and I was convinced this place would never be my home.
I started making a few friends at work, going to happy hours and joining a work softball team. It's funny how going on a work trip or hanging out at happy hour or playing softball with someone can turn into a real friendship. I've had people tell me they don't socialize with people at work, or that it's bad to mix your professional and personal life. I couldn't disagree more. I've made some of the best friends through work.
It also didn't hurt that several of my sorority sisters from college were in the area when I moved here and more started trickling in as time went on. One of my best friends from high school moved here and now lives 5 miles away from me! I'm not sure if I'm just extremely lucky, or if Dallas has some magnetic force pulling the people I love here.
I joined a book club and met a great group of girls that I hang out with at least once a month. I'm convinced girls night out is good for the soul. When my fiance moved down here, he started making friends at work too. Again who are you people who don't work with anyone cool?? We do.
All of the sudden I look around and I literally have more friends around me than I know what to do with. Sometimes it's slightly overwhelming because I literally don't have time to see everyone as often as I want to see them. This last year has been challenging and exciting and scary. I got engaged, spent some time in the hospital, and took a new job. Throughout the year, I was continually amazed at how my friends were there for me...sending me flowers, visiting me in the hospital, throwing us an engagement party, bringing champagne to celebrate the new job, and the list goes on. I've made some amazing memories in the last two years and have realized that growing up doesn't mean giving up the type of friendships I had when I was younger. It just means I get more friends along the way.
So friends, if you're reading this, thank you for being you. And thank you for being great friends.
I've been thinking a lot about all the amazing friends in my life lately. I had great friends in high school and college, lots that I still keep in touch with, some who are my best friends. I've also made a lot of new friends in the past couple of years, something I wasn't convinced people actually did as they got older.
When I graduated from college over 2 years ago and moved to Dallas to strike out on my own, I never thought I'd have friends like I've made down here. The first few months were hard. I'm a bit of a social butterfly, so living in an apartment by myself for the first time, in a new city, was too much at times. Of course there were other factors. My fiance (bf at the time) was back in St Louis the first year I was here and as you can imagine, I missed him. A lot. But we were determined to make it work, so I spent a lot of that first year on an airplane, flying back and forth and seeing him as much as possible. Maybe it was that, or maybe it's just tough to make friends at first. Either way, it was a little more than discouraging and I was convinced this place would never be my home.
"You can't stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes." - Winnie the Pooh
I started making a few friends at work, going to happy hours and joining a work softball team. It's funny how going on a work trip or hanging out at happy hour or playing softball with someone can turn into a real friendship. I've had people tell me they don't socialize with people at work, or that it's bad to mix your professional and personal life. I couldn't disagree more. I've made some of the best friends through work.
It also didn't hurt that several of my sorority sisters from college were in the area when I moved here and more started trickling in as time went on. One of my best friends from high school moved here and now lives 5 miles away from me! I'm not sure if I'm just extremely lucky, or if Dallas has some magnetic force pulling the people I love here.
I joined a book club and met a great group of girls that I hang out with at least once a month. I'm convinced girls night out is good for the soul. When my fiance moved down here, he started making friends at work too. Again who are you people who don't work with anyone cool?? We do.
All of the sudden I look around and I literally have more friends around me than I know what to do with. Sometimes it's slightly overwhelming because I literally don't have time to see everyone as often as I want to see them. This last year has been challenging and exciting and scary. I got engaged, spent some time in the hospital, and took a new job. Throughout the year, I was continually amazed at how my friends were there for me...sending me flowers, visiting me in the hospital, throwing us an engagement party, bringing champagne to celebrate the new job, and the list goes on. I've made some amazing memories in the last two years and have realized that growing up doesn't mean giving up the type of friendships I had when I was younger. It just means I get more friends along the way.
So friends, if you're reading this, thank you for being you. And thank you for being great friends.
11.02.2010
Mad Typing
So I'm officially a terrible blogger. It's been over 2 weeks and nothing. I've been stressing out majorly trying to think of something clever to write. Something that others could relate to. Something that I could relate to. But nothing. Nada. Apparently I'm "mad typing" right now according to my fiance. I guess I'm taking out my frustration on the keyboard. Frustration frustration frustration. No great blog ideas. Maybe I need a new hobby. Or some suggestions (HINT HINT at anyone reading this). I think I'll give me keyboard a break from the violence I'm inflicting on it.
10.15.2010
The Name Game
I've been wanting to start a blog for quite a while. I've played with some ideas, discussed them with my friends, and changed my mind about what the topic would be a million times. So I'm biting the bullet and doing it. I'm not a talented writer, nor do I have anything earth shattering to say. But sometimes I think about things and feel an urgency to write them down. So I'm going to write. And possibly ramble. And maybe even entertain a few people. At the very least I'll get some things out of my head and down on paper (or a screen at least).
So, I logged onto Blogger and hit the create button. Of course the first thing it asked for was a blog name. No pressure there. It's only the biggest font on the page. The thing everyone sees when they click the mouse on your link. No biggie. As pointed out above, I've never had a blog so I had no clue how to name one. Like every other human being, I figured Google would have an answer for me. I googled "blog naming guidelines" to find out the how to get this thing started. My search returned way more results than I was expecting. There are apparently a lot of people who think they know how to do this. People said to keep it short. I didn't really do that. They said to make it reflect what you were going to write about. I kind of did that. So after deciding I didn't necessarily agree with all their suggestions, or maybe I just couldn't come up with anything that fit the bill of normalcy, I went with "Quarter Life Crisis of a DQ."
You might wonder what exactly that means. I turned 25 a couple of weeks ago and have been struggling with a quarter life crisis, as they call it these days, for a while now. For those of you there right now, you probably know exactly what I'm talking about. For those of you past this point, do you remember that time in your 20's when you weren't sure how you got to where you were? Or where you were going next? And if you're not to that point in your life, you will be soon. I think everyone goes through this. For all you Midwest readers out there, the DQ does not stand for Dairy Queen...although I love me some blizzards. I was in Target a few weeks ago and there was a little girl whining about wanting a toy. It went something like "But mom so and so has it and I will just DIE if I don't get one too," as the little girl threw herself onto her mother's leg. The mother looks at her daughter and without batting an eye says, "Are we being a DQ?" It took me a moment, but then I got it. And then I laughed and in turn got a look from the mother and smile from the little girl. What the mother was referring to was a Drama Queen. I was that little girl and some things never change. I'm still a Drama Queen, or my new favorite phrase, a DQ. And my mother still calls me out on it.
So there you have it, the very teeny tiny history of my blog.
So, I logged onto Blogger and hit the create button. Of course the first thing it asked for was a blog name. No pressure there. It's only the biggest font on the page. The thing everyone sees when they click the mouse on your link. No biggie. As pointed out above, I've never had a blog so I had no clue how to name one. Like every other human being, I figured Google would have an answer for me. I googled "blog naming guidelines" to find out the how to get this thing started. My search returned way more results than I was expecting. There are apparently a lot of people who think they know how to do this. People said to keep it short. I didn't really do that. They said to make it reflect what you were going to write about. I kind of did that. So after deciding I didn't necessarily agree with all their suggestions, or maybe I just couldn't come up with anything that fit the bill of normalcy, I went with "Quarter Life Crisis of a DQ."
You might wonder what exactly that means. I turned 25 a couple of weeks ago and have been struggling with a quarter life crisis, as they call it these days, for a while now. For those of you there right now, you probably know exactly what I'm talking about. For those of you past this point, do you remember that time in your 20's when you weren't sure how you got to where you were? Or where you were going next? And if you're not to that point in your life, you will be soon. I think everyone goes through this. For all you Midwest readers out there, the DQ does not stand for Dairy Queen...although I love me some blizzards. I was in Target a few weeks ago and there was a little girl whining about wanting a toy. It went something like "But mom so and so has it and I will just DIE if I don't get one too," as the little girl threw herself onto her mother's leg. The mother looks at her daughter and without batting an eye says, "Are we being a DQ?" It took me a moment, but then I got it. And then I laughed and in turn got a look from the mother and smile from the little girl. What the mother was referring to was a Drama Queen. I was that little girl and some things never change. I'm still a Drama Queen, or my new favorite phrase, a DQ. And my mother still calls me out on it.
So there you have it, the very teeny tiny history of my blog.
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