Retail Therapy

I am not a big proponent of spending what you don't have (because I don't have much) or using material things to make you happy, but damn it feels good sometimes! Let's get passive aggressive for a sec. I finally got angry.. no, pissed off to the point where I wanted to punch something.. at someone important to me. I say "finally" because it feels like it was a long time coming. The lack of initial honesty is what I find to be beyond insulting.

So, I did what any grown woman would do, I went shopping. For five hours. I didn't walk away with much, but I had an a-mazing time with some fantastic girl friends. We spent the evening laughing hysterically, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at fabulous clothing, trying on about 10 pairs of the same damn shoe in every store possible, and ultimately I bought some pretty amazing things that make me feel damn sexy.

And I think that's what it's really about. It's not the "rush" of blowing your paycheck on a few articles of clothing or some cheap accessories, because they're not going to mean much to you in two months. It's about the time you're having while you're doing it and how you feel as it's happening. It's about feeling fresh, rejuvenated, confident, amazing, sexy, and just letting it all go because you have your girls. And sometimes, that's all you really need.

Exercise, or Bust!

Quarter Life Semi-Crisis

Let me start by saying, if you are in your mid-twenties and you have a wonderful and secure job (er, career), I envy you. But, if you are reading this at 11:33am on a Thursday morning, you don't, and I feel comforted by our mutual bond.

Let me also say, no university course prepares you for actually graduating from their comfy confines of MWF or TR classes, research papers, and midterms. What does THAT prepare you for? A life spent in the library? Perhaps. Post-college, most of us are left wandering around, aimless and hopelessly grabbing for anything that will give us some sense of stability. Some of us (me, ugh) eventually end up moving back in with the 'rents for a couple years.. all with one goal: find a job and GET OUT.

So here I am, an alumni. I have weathered that storm. I'm supposed to be gainfully employed, have my dream job, be financially secure, maybe own my own home, be getting married next year. That's where I saw myself in five years. Where am I really? Suffering my quarter life crisis of sorts. I have a crappy part time job at some office doing work that is far below my potential level, I am living paycheck to paycheck, and I don't even have a stable relationship.. but at least I don't live with my parents anymore!