Satisfaction

So after a poor start to the week of man drama and a flat tire, I got some great news today. I got a promotion!!

I am selfishly bragging, but don't judge me. I may need to one day look back on this post and absorb some of the positive energy placed into this post. Because we all know we have those days when we "can't get no sat-is-fac-tion." Don't mind me writing in song. When I'm jolly I sing and sometimes, if you get me in a super-duper mood, I'll start making up my own words and melody.  Yes I'm cheesy and I might be one of a kind, but that is why you love me.

I'm "move'n on up" which seems slow as I go through the motions; however, looking back on the past year I start to realize that I have come pretty far from being a seasonal employee. So thank you to every one who has encouraged me, prayed for me or can in some small way find happiness for me. I feel appreciated and content at the moment. I hope this feeling stays with me for awhile.

I Break My Heart

You might not know it, but I love to grasp a pencil in-between my fingers and draw life as I see it. I have no talent to draw from my imagination; however, I think I'm pretty good at drawing images I can see in front of me. So I'm working on a new piece of artwork: drawing my heart.

This drawing has been very hard for me to depict, since I'm unsure about what my heart really looks like, and it's hard to depict the message I want to bring forward in it. After thinking about my bleeding heart, I have reflected upon my ability to love. I have started to realize that I have no one to blame for the scars and bruises ladened upon it. I realize that I have broken my own heart because of fear and expectations. It's amazing how art can make you realize so many things about yourself. It truly is a way to express yourself and at the same time learn about yourself.

So if you have something that can't seem to be expressed in words, I recommend trying to present it in a art. The progress up to the finished product might make you discover things you were unaware of.

Getting Lost In A Book

If I could keep my mind attentive and eyes wide open, I would start reading a new book called 'Still Missing' by Chevy Stevens tonight.  It was recommended by my boyfriend's mother and it appears to have everything women want to read in it: love, abduction, terror, sex, girl-kick-ass and life. The kind of shit men don't want to read about, but women do.So it's sweet dreams to me and, before I know it, good morning hardcover book in between my sheets.

I guess it's a sign that I'm getting older, because my Friday morning highlight isn't the cartoons, Jerry Springer reruns or being able to sleep in till noon. Instead, it's finding pleasure in getting lost within the pages of a well written novel.

Switching It Up

So after eating a dozen mosquitoes, running for my life from a pack of wasps, being caught in two thunderstorms and missing out on my social life, I've decided to switch-up my daily routine of sleeping-in (lucky bitch you’re thinking) and evening jogs. Yes, I do have a full-time job; however, I work the awkward shift of (10:30 a.m. to 7 p.m.) 40 hours a week. With a shift like that a productive person needs to jam pack priorities in before and after the shift.Unfortunately, for the past several months I've been becoming a night owl and not so productive.

So, I am four days into this new routine and there are three perks and one setback. It's amazing what I can do with two hours of ME time each morning.

• First, I am able to workout without being a bug’s main-course meal.

• Second, I do not have to risk my life or a speeding ticket each morning on my commute to work. I can now take my time. I am used to dashing out the door last minute, driving 15 mph over the speed limit and scanning for cops like a pissed off lady because I hadn't given myself enough time to get ready for the day.
• Third, I'm able to relax or be social. I can kick my feet up, snuggle with the boyfriend or go out with friends and family. Before, I was always a sweaty mess after my evening jog; that, by the time I took a shower I didn't want to spend another half an hour getting pretty. Once I’m clean and in a bathrobe I just want to stay naked and fresh.
• Setback, it’s going on midnight and I'm still up. I should be in bed trying to sleep since my body is used to being spoiled with 8-10 hours of sleep each night. Operating on less than 8 hours of sleep is hard for me; especially, when I’m forcing my body to run for 45 minutes each morning and then sit in silence starring at a computer screen for 8 hours each day. Ahhh the thought kills me.

So I'll give this new routine a whirl. With it I will be able to reduce my stress and stay organized. I can sleep once I'm dead. Good night.

Suburban Girl With An Itch For the City

I have no sense of style, like comfy clothes, have been dependent upon a car for majority of my life, do all my shopping at Kohl's Department Store; however, I have a desire for the city life!

I was born and raised a conservative girl in the suburbs with a love for the country and a fear for the city. I moved to Madison, Wisconsin for three years during college and loved it! Since graduation, I have moved back into my hometown area of safety and seculsion in the suburbs. No matter how comfotable I feel here, I can't seem to stop pondering what my potential could be in a major U.S. city. I can't escape the fascination I have for the diversity and excitement of the city life.

Big cities are foreign and scary to me, but this also makes them very appealing to me. It's as if my soul wants to take a chance, start a new and be a career minded lady in Chicago, New York, Austin, or San Fransico. I'm young, social and the thought of working along business professionals in high-rise buildings is pretty enticing in comparison to my laid-back lifestyle in the suburbs of PTO mothers, hickbars full of burnouts and the daily half an hour commute to work.

So nothing is set in-stone about me moving, but it's something I'm going to look into. I don't want to look back on my life when I'm 30 and wonder why I never took the chance of failure or success in a city. I think if I take this chance, I'd learn so much about myself and the world around me. Allow for me to pop this bubble I live in.

Soulmates Reality or Torture Device?

Post from 7/10/10. Why did I censor my thoughts back then?

So you may think there is that one person out in this world that could compliment it; stop lying to yourself; you are only torturing your mind. THEY DON'T EXIST!

I don't  believe in there being that ONE SOULMATE. Yes, I think your soul has a place holder position for those you feel strongly for, but I think your soul can love many; however,  it needs time to absorb and dissolve partners.

I think  a person can be loved by many and love many; however, the more you love the less you are able to find pleasure in love. It as if your soul becomes callous, strengthened, protected and able to defend itself from letdown the more you try to share it with.

These are my thoughts, whether good or bad, numb or sad.

The contemplation of a single partner for a soulmate has crossed my mind lately because my boyfriend is someone who wants MY future. Don't get me wrong he is a great guy; but, GREAT doesn't mean I wouldn't find amazing, fantastic, out of this world,  or another great guy out there. Yes, those definitions are far fetched; but what I am saying is, if it is not him there will be someone else. Just because Prince Charming at the moment comes a hot and steady on his white horse doesn't mean I need to jump into the saddle with him.

So if you are living with the thought that you erased, missed, haven't found, fucked-over or messed up on your SOULMATE, honey STOP! You are worth something more than what you have had. You will find what you are looking for. Yes, you may need to redefine what your definition is for the man you want to spend your life with; but, the more you learn what you want and don't want the closer you are to knowing what your soul needs. The thought of a soulmate to me is a torture device. Keep cranking on it and you are bound to feel pain.

(Now slice your wrist BITCH-says Gabby) ----I am glad someone want's to read and listen to my thoughts.

Love This Pain

My mom might of hit the nail on the head the other night about women and pain. Sometimes women love pain. I’m not writing about masochism; however, I do know some kinky chicks that get off on that. I’m talking about mental pain that can cause a person to  feel depressed and in some ways paralyzed in their life. I like to call those moments pity parties; however, there is definitely no fun associated with those types of parties. Heavy drinking? Now that all depends upon the person.

I’m guilty of enjoying mental pain. Not causing pain to others, but indulging in it in my own life. I never realized that I have enjoyed holding onto the feeling of emptiness. I feel sorrow and at times in solitude I sulk.  It has been my guilty pleasure, my distraction from the wonderful things I have in my life. There is no real reason as to why I hold onto pain, but realizing it may help me to release it.

I’m unsure of the cure, but I think realizing that the past is the past and all you have control of is the present maybe a good start. All people are affected by their past experiences. Some people continually replay horrific or traumatic experiences in their minds. Others may continually be hard on themselves for a past action or may ponder the constant 'what if' question. All of these thoughts lead to mental pain and for some it can hinder their ability to enjoy the present. It would be wonderful if all of us could hold onto the positive experiences in our lives versus letting painful experiences flood our minds and spirits.

Pain has produced some of the most beautiful poems, literature and love songs of our time. It is what makes dramatic movies so appealing. It is something that is hard to accept and hard to let go.

SCREAM and Let It Out

I literally SCREAMED as loud as I could twice today and it felt AMAZING! The sensation I had afterward made me smile and giggle.

I needed to just release all the bulls-shit that has been on my mind lately. All day I had stressful thoughts and emotions going threw my brain. It was starting to make me feel depressed and sick. I just needed to free myself from this tension but I didn't know how. I thought to scream at the top of my lungs while staring at my computer in my cubicle; but that would have resulted in the entire second floor of Kohl's thinking I was dying or crazy.

So after work while I was doing 75 on the freeway, I looked around me to ensure no other drivers could see me and I just let my windshield have it! I let my INNER BITCH ROAR and it felt oh so good. I actually surprised myself at how loud my scream was. The raspyness in my vocal cords came together into one loud tone and my diaphragm tightened. It was a feeling that I have not felt since I was a child screaming because things weren't going my way.

After the first scream I smiled and felt the need to just give it one more scream! After the second scream, I giggled and I felt a sense of peace. As if I had just overcome something triumphant.

I felt instantly like I was back in control of my life. I have been wanting to scream for the past couple weeks. I was just too concerned with how others would interpret or react to my scream, so I put it off and assumed it was just foolish.

So if you have stress and crap going on in your life: SCREAM! If you feel like your starting to lose yourself in this great big world: SCREAM! Find a secluded spot and just let it out. You just might be happy you did. Make sure to share you experience with someone close to you.

My Teenage Good Idea Dissapearing

I may appear to be confident and to have no physical insecurities, but do not let my outgoing personality fool you. I have imperfections, parts of my body I would like to change and a crooked tattoo of the letter 'M' located on my mid-right bicep that I am ashamed of. The tattoo was one of my rebellious 'good ideas' I had with two of my girlfriends at the age of 13.

We were going to be 'Best Friends For Life' and we stabbed our first initial from our first names into our arms to prove it. We used a pen, sewing needle, thread an some cheap Indio ink from Spencer’s Gifts to create the tattoos.

At the time, a blood oath just wasn't rebellious enough. I mainly liked the idea that I could appear to be older with a tattoo. I sported my prison looking tattoo with pride the first two years. My bad ass tattoo wasn't cool for very long. By the time I became 17, I realized that this tattoo didn't make me look older; it made me look like a young punk who was raised in the ghetto. I wanted it removed or else covered but I couldn't afford to have it removed and wasn't legally an adult to get a professional tattoo. So I just had to live with it.

Thank fully, I never gave into having a tattoo placed over the 'M'. After 7 years of waiting, I went to the Cosmetic Laser Center and had my first laser tattoo removal procedure. The laser didn't hurt too bad and I can already see the tattoo dissolving into my skin. I feel an immense amount of pride to be able to have this tattoo removed for myself. I have been hiding my arm from the world for too long and I can't wait to not feel ashamed of my body.

So if you have been hiding something about yourself: get it fixed or work on improving that area of your body. We only get one body, one lifetime to live, and should never be ashamed of what we look like. I feel like this is one of the best gifts I can give to myself right now. I will forever have the 'M' scar, but have gained an appreciation for my natural self. Also, it’s a story for my future children about why not to get a tattoo or why it’s important to wait till you can have one done professionally.

As Old As The Amount Of Candles In A Box

Crazy to think of it, but this year all the birthday candles in one box will fill my birthday cake. Being 24 years-old was an age I thought I'd never live to see. Not that I thought something traumatic would happen to me at young age, just that life could never move fast enough for me to actually think older age would happen. I'll admit 24 isn't old, but it's definitely different than being 18 or 21. I'm half way to 48, an optimist,  so that keeps me feeling young knowing I'm under the half way mark to 50.

It feels like my life has become a lot less chaotic over the past year and I've become much more content with accepting things as they are. The hustle and bustle I used to feel all the time in college has now dissapeared. The only time I feel that I'm in a rush is when I'm either slightly behind on my way to work or needing to scurry to my desk because my break is about to end in 30 seconds. My life sure has settled down a lot over the past year, which I enjoy. Finding contentment in the simple things in life brings me much joy and not committing myself to so many things allows for me to have time for myself. So I look forward to the coming year. I'm at a good point in my life and I have great people who continue to support my decisions. Thank you all so very much for your unconditional love.

What is love?

With Valentine's Day just around the corner a person can't help but think about love. Either you're in it, want it, hiding it or running from it. Whatever your current love state is, how do you know when you're in it?

I've been contemplating my status of love lately. Trying to figure out when or how I know that I love someone. Wondering if I base my state of love upon my feelings or my logic. My logical side keeps my feet on the ground so that I don't float away by infatuation and ultimately react to something that just doesn't exist.

The three words "I love you" can easily slip from my lips towards a family member or close friend; however, sending those words towards a boyfriend is a different scenario. When I was younger, I projected those words within the first month of having a boyfriend. My young naive self was in such a rush to be loved that the holding of hands and first passes over a couple bases were the closest things to feeling love.

As I've matured and had more relationships, I have started to realize what love is and what it is not. I have had more opportunity to love and be loved. With opportunity has come frugality (less desperation). The downside of this is that the lusty love that once filled my young body with butterflies, brain with romance, and afternoons with fairytale daydreams has began to disappear and with it some of the excitement that I've believed my whole life of what love can and should be. I was desperate for love as a teenager. Now as an adult, I'm content with it or without it. Of course I want it, but I'm able to live without it. And that is where I find myself today, wondering what is love? 

Is it the fear that you could not live happy without that one person in your life? Is it a feeling you can have for multiple people? Are the words "I love you" only to be said to the person you plan and can see yourself marrying? Is it just purely accepting someone for exactly how they are? Is it ok to love someone and to know they will only be in your life for a limited time? Does love give up? Is love boring? 


I guess when I think about old people who love one another and put aside all of the excitement, romance, sexual stuff....my definition would be: Love: being committed and respectful to someone you admire and accepting them for who they are. Hmm this was just something that was on my mind and I felt I needed to share it. Happy Valentine's Day everyone. May love knock on your heart and may you be able to invite it in. 

60 Days Until ?

I hand wrote my 60 day notice and sent it off into the mail yesterday.
So I am trading my delightful apartment in Waukesha for opportunity! I may not know where I'm exactly moving, but I know I'm going some place great. I've had a lot of things on my mind lately. Many of these thoughts have led me to believe that I want to explore my adventurous side and move to a big city like Chicago or New York. Just get away and make a new beginning for myself. However, I have a wonderful boyfriend so I'm likely to not move far. When you have someone good in your life it's hard to walk away and pursue your own interests. I know this blog is devoted to finding myself, but I can't help but think about a future with my honey.
With the 60 days slowly disappearing, I have many options and I've aggressively jump started my second round of job hunting. My drive to pursue a successful career in public relations has returned and nothing can stop me. With the job security of Kohl's Corporate I now have a platform to spring into the world. Lord keep my fired up!

The Tears Will Not Come

When I was born, I literally cried everyday for the first seven years of my life (my family members can attest to this fact). I've come a long way since my whining days; however, I've always had a deep emotional side.

Lately, I've been feeling out of touch with my emotional side and it's making me feel a little weird. It's been over four months since I've had a good cry. For you men out there, it's probably been four years since you've had a good cry. During the past months, I've tried to cry and I have even had justifiable reasons and situations to cry about, but the tears do not come. I don't even get that chocked up feeling in the back of my throat. Have I become numb? Am I just happy with how my life is? Am I just growing up? What is it?

I've tried a couple things lately to awaken my emotions: sappy movies, feeling sorry for myself, attempted deep conversations with the boyfriend and the lamest of them gettting drunk. All of these things have amounted to no tears and a growing feeling that I need to cry. I don't know when the tears will come, but I look forward to when they do.

Some studies have shown that when you release emotional tears, you realease hormones that reduce your stress. Here was one good article I found about it. Guess I'll just have to keep balancing my stress with other forms of release like working out, sleeping, sex and conversation. Must be how men do it!

The Girl In the Red Dress

Every woman should own and wear a red dress once in her life. A classy black dress does no justice to the way a woman can feel when she is wearing the color of seduction, passion, violence and warfare.

To be the center of the room's attention, to be the glowing girl who stands out in the pictures, to feel every single man's eyes (and woman's) upon her as she walks so poised across the room with confidence. The men will love her and the women will hate her. There is just something about wearing the color red that makes a woman feel powerful and hot.

In fact, studies on colors have shown that the color red can have a physical effect upon a person, increasing the rate or respiration and raising a person's blood pressure. I'm sure it can raise other things too. So ladies if your prime years have not passed you, break the routine of wearing black and buy yourself a red dress. Unlesh the diva within you.

He Always Finds A Way To Come Back

What is it about exes always finding ways to come back into our lives? I swear they can sense when your life has just about completely moved on. It's like they can sense the new happiness you now share with someone else or for yourself and then they want that energy back into their own life. The only thing is they are either too scared or unsure to fully explain what their intentions are for reappearing back into our lives; which leads to uncertainty and one hell of an emotional roller coaster ride. Maybe they are just wanting to check-in and say "hello" but really that one hello can lead to hours of reminiscing. The awakening of old emotions can trample your current emotional state and cause trouble in any current relationship.

The scary thing about exes reappearing in our lives, is we've put down our guards for these people in our past and it's so easy to allow them back into our hearts. The safest bet to do is avoid their contact, be strong and not look at their Facebook profiles. Remind yourself of the bad and look at the progress you have made in your own life since they have left.

I just needed to write this down today. One of my exes has been on my mind and I can tell that every time he comes back into my life, it seems to put a damper on any current relationships I have. My current boyfriend also informed me that his ex recently contacted him. I guess the only way to perceiver over our past  loves is to communicate with one another about how we are feeling. I always tell my girlfriends, "Your exes always come back. You just need to be strong and smart enough to know what to do when they reach out for you." We can either decide to try things over again, or continue on with our lives looking for what we want.

Oh Blog How I've Missed You

Dear Blog:

I can not explain how many nights you have crossed my mind. Words and thoughts for you cross through my imaginative mind just about every night, however I have not been motivated to creep from my warm bed to prop my exhausted body into a cold leather chair to share my aspirations, fears and accomplishments. Please know that you have not been forgotten. I realize that working 40-50 hours each week responding to hundreds of e-mails has changed our relationship. I promise to return and in due time fill your web pages with my life!

Sincerely,

Mary Jean

Found Someone Special

I have been feeling like I am on top of the world. My cell phone seems to ring constantly, my Facebook is filled with the latest gossip, my free time seems to be filled with endless opportunities, my pocketbook actually contains green matter, my wardrobe has grown and I've met someone who really makes me feel beautiful and cared for. 

I didn't expect to put out the old flames from my past two relationships so quickly, but I found a new flame and I can't wait for it to become a bonfire. Last night, we made our relationship 'official'. I'm really excited about him and what the future has in-store for us. It feels so good to be affectionate and feel affection in return. At times I feel so spoiled by his attention. I can only hope that he feels as cared for as he makes me. So to good things ahead for me...we shall see.

4 Wheels and the Open Road

Today, I bought a car! I purchased a 2002 Toyota Corolla and I'm proud of that little car. It  might not be much to look at, but it's all mine. I could have spent a lot of money on a vehicle that would have been flashy, sexy and costly...but why make my life more complicated?

I'm new to the "real world." Why barley be able to make it, when I have the capability to be making it and not missing out on the world because of costly car insurance and a car payment. I'll have my day to shine in a beautiful car, when I can afford it. In the mean time, I have four wheels and the open road; now I'm starting to feel freedom.

Directing My Powers

I have been carrying a quote with me everyday since my first day of work, and I think I just need to share it with the world.

"The man who succeeds above his fellows is the one who early in life clearly discerns his object, and towards that object habitually directs his powers."-By Earl Nightingdale

This line made me think a lot about how I've made some sacrifices over the course of my young adult life and, now thanks to them, I'm starting to see the object of my desired lifestyle unfolding before my eyes. I still have a long road ahead of me until I reach my object of "success" in life, but I'm heading in the right direction. I am starting to feel that I'm living my happy ever after and I am alone. It's a great feeling finding happiness within myself. 

First Day in the 'Real World'

So today was my first day of full-time work. Well I don't really know if considering orientation real 'work', but it was my first day in the 'real world'! I work in a building with a thousand employees and the larger corporate office has over 4,000! Majority of the people in my team are older women...so a perk to the job is I don't have to spend an hour each morning getting cute.

In addition to starting my new job, I've been car hunting like a mad woman. I'm so committed to finding the right car that I took an early evening run and stopped at the car dealership downtown tonight. I'm sure that car salesman was caught off guard by a sweaty, fit, redhead excited to purchase her first car from a dealership. I'll be returning tomorrow to test drive some of those potential automobiles.

So life is good for me and the good Lord is shining down on me. Sweet dreams world.