Everyone Has A Past

Life isn't easy...

Everyone struggles. Everyone hurts. Everyone has something in their past that could render them incapable of living a normal, healthy, functioning life.

The girl at the coffee shop this morning, the one with the cute shoes and gorgeous hair? She could have spent her teenage years struggling with an eating disoder.

The jerk who cut you off in traffic? He might have had an absent father or alcoholic mom.

The President of the United States did.

I don't see it stopping him. I don't see him blaming his failures on his messed up childhood.

The only difference between people who succeed and people who fail is that the people who succeed chose to overcome to crap in their past, while the ones that fail chose to let it define them.

Period.

Everyone has crap. Anyone can give you a sob story.

Some people choose to dwell in their crap. They live mediocre or lower lives and blame everyone else for their failures. Their past is their excuse for their failed present. Their mistakes are never theirs. They have someone to blame for everything that goes wrong. And for the most part - they are miserable.

Other people know that they have hurts and hangups from a messed up past. But they figure out how to deal with it and let it go. They vow to overcome their past and make a better future for themselves and the generations that will follow. These people are the ones that run our country, become the heads of companies, and, probably most importantly, raise well adjusted, healthy children.

I think all of us have the potential to be either of these kinds of people. And, sometimes, we are going to be both.

I want to be the kind of person that overcomes and succeeds. I want to let go of my past and look forward to a bright future. I had one hell of a childhood - but I want to find a way to let it go.

What about you? What kind of person are you going to be?

My Birthday - A Month Late

I turned 27 exactly a month ago. Ssshhhhhh... don't tell. I seriously feel old.

I got a couple of surprises. The first being Ariel and Dustan driving all the way to New Braunfels to have dinner with me on my birthday.

For the record, I have friends that wouldn't have driven 10 minutes for my birthday.

However, this girl (and her hubby) drove over 6 hours round trip to have dinner and drinks.

THAT makes her amazing.

Birthday dinner. I love surprises.

After dinner drinks. Yummy cosmos (bought by strangers)

I got lots of great presents from my fabulous guy. (See my "What I Want" list and basically check everything off. That would be my birthday presents.)

Oh, and there was this other surprise he planned and executed:

MY SISTER!!!!

He flew her in to celebrate for the weekend.

We had a FABULOUS time!

All in all, turning 27 wasn't so bad. At least I got to spend it with some of my favorite people in the world.



Livin' La Vida Loca...

Let me just take a moment to say:

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, deep breath. I'm starting to feel better.

I am the most stressed out I've EVER been. And that includes the times while I was going through a divorce AND randomly moving to Texas.

Life is crazy. Not that I'm complaining. It's crazy in a good way. But I've got so many balls in the air that I'm going nuts making sure they don't go flying everywhere or smack me in the face.

I am in my last semester of school. At least for this degree. Can I just say how freakin' excited I am?

I ordered my graduation invitations and cap & gown yesterday. I feel like jumping up and down like a little kid. I never thought I'd get here.

But I gotta say - 60 credit hours in 10 months is pretty badass. Keeping a 4.0 while pulling that off is seriously badass. Just sayin'...

Ok, I'm done bragging. Because seriously, the classes I'm taking this semester are kicking.my.ass. I'm gonna be lucky to hang on to that 4.0 til the end. Cuz it's rough.

On top of this - I have to move on by March 15th.

This is an improvement though.

Because at first it was February 15th, then it was March 1st. If I had to move in 5 days, I would shoot myself. Spring Break is waaaay better for moving. Thank God.

 On top of all this, I have a seriously important test on March 4th. Like a life changing, career deciding, seriously important test. So I need to study. Actually, I should have been studying for the past 3-4 months. But I suppose a week will have to do.

Oh, and on top of that - I've got this little thing I'm doing...

I'm pledging to a coed business fraternity.

Yes. I'm serious. This 27 year old mother of 2 boys is pledging a fraternity. (Pauses for laughter)

Crazy, right? Probably. But it's something I really want to do. And I make a point to meet my goals. Soo...

Plus, I get to play softball with them. Bonus. :)

But yea, I'm a little busy.

But I'm coming up for breath every once in a while. And when I do, I promise to say hi!

XOXO

I've Figured Out Why I'm Crazy

I consider myself a fairly reasonable person.

And pretty smart. And logical.

For the most part, I think like a guy.

I analyze, look at the facts, and make decisions (usually) based on what makes the most logical sense.

Unless we are talking about relationships.

When it comes to relationships, apparently I am a total dummy.

So I've decided to step back and analyze the facts. And I've come to a completely logical conclusion -

Men make me CRAZY.

I go from my normal, logical, happy self to wanting to KILL someone in seconds flat around them.

Seriously.

It's like that huge magnet thing that completely disrupts the polarity of anything it gets near.

Men are my magnet. They make me NUTS.

I can be completely unemotional, totally analytical, and amazing intelligent, and then one of them shows up and it all flies out the window.

I REFUSE TO LET THEM MAKE ME CRAZY ANYMORE.

Great goal huh? Any ideas on a strategy that gets me there?

The truth is, though, I LIKE being levelheaded and calm and not all in emotional turmoil. It's waaaay easier.

So all these nutcases that come around me and make me crazy need to
GO AWAY!!!

I Suck At Relationships

Why, hello -
I have returned to the blogging world. I'm not dead. Or hurt. Or locked up. (All possibilites, knowing me.)

I'm laaazzy. Yep, it's true.

I get home from school, finish the LOADS of work I have to do for the next day, run a load of laundry, make dinner, get the boy in bed, and then I CRASH in the comfiness that is my temperpedic mattress topped bed and do NOTHING that requires brain cells.

Don't get me wrong - I love blogging. It's fun. It's happy.

I think it's kinda like every other relationship I have though.

Apparently, I suck at relationships.

Everyone tells me I don't contact them enough, pay enough attention, respond enough (or at all). Etc. Etc. Etc.

It's not that I don't care. I do. I really really do. I just have so many demands on my time and it gets overwhelming.

So I'm going to work on that - both in real life and my virtual blogging world.

I'm going to be more consistent. I'm going to try to suck less at relationships.

We shall see.

So, stay tuned for the better late than never blogs that include my birthday, my surprise visitor, and the latest crazy adventure that I've set out on!

But for now - it's bed time!

XOXO