Did you miss me? I haven’t posted in almost 6 months, so I hope you did. As much as I’ve missed writing, I’ve been really busy with a bunch of things over the last ~180 days (mostly crap) and I just haven’t had the time to do the things.
Let me sum up what I’ve learned in the last 6 months for you right here:
- I’m only funny in 160 characters. There have been times I’ve thought about writing about something funny that happened at work or in my personal life, but it’s been best served as a snappy tweet. Like the time my friends and I wound up running down the street from a Santa on a motorized scooter or the time my mom was yelling at me over something ridiculous so I started singing hymns to her. I’m a grown ass adult. I’d love to do stand up, but I feel like my best friends are the only ones that would laugh at my sarcasm and/or poop humor. Shout me out if you like poop humor.
- Sometimes even the people that are supposed to be your mentors let you down. It’s like when you find out that your parents aren’t superheroes and you realize that they’re just Gracie Lou Freebush and Eric Bob from New Jersey (you caught me, I watched Miss Congeniality last night) and don’t fight crime behind the scenes. It’s the same with your mentors. Sometimes they don’t do right by you, sometimes they don’t stand up for you when they should, sometimes you see the underside of a proverbial bus… I’ll stop there.
- Same thing with doctors. We finally found out that we spent over a year doing a million tests on Matthew (see: Boyfriend), including biopsies, painful and invasive tests, etc etc and it turns out it was his gallbladder the whole time. I’m no doctor, but doesn’t that seem like a really basic thing that should have been checked out a long time ago? I lost faith in doctors in 2015.
- I’m still comparing my Chapter 3 to others’ Chapter 10. FOMO is real. The desire to rush through your 20s and settle down is real. The only thing I haven’t experienced is the biological clock rush to have kids but I’m waiting for that to hit me like a ton of bricks. #Realtalk. I’m not ashamed to have put my career first, and I’d make that choice over and over again and I’m sure my boyfriend would too, but it just kind of stinks sometimes when I’m sitting at my desk wearing reindeer ears counseling clients about the importance of wearing deodorant and remembering to practice mindfulness knowing that I wish I was going home to my guy at the end of the day, that’s all. (That was just today, one isolated example, and it’s only 10:25am! Goodie.) All in all, my clients could pretty much ask me to walk over hot coals for them and I’d consider it. I mean, of course I wouldn’t do it, but I’d consider it more than I would for the average person. My career is SO much to me and I love working with these people. They’re some of the kindest, most resilient and genuinely impressive individuals and I’m lucky to know them.
That’s the main message of the tail end of 2017. I get that some people had a great 2017 (ie: Taylor Swift, and boy was her saying that controversial!), but I think for the vast majority it was pretty much the pits.
Let’s talk resolutions. First of all, I’m not calling them resolutions anymore. Why? Because it sounds shitty when you don’t do them. Let’s call them ‘INTENTIONS’. I think this is much more person-focused, positive, less cliché and kitschy language and I like the IDEA behind making an intention.
I’m looking to go into 2018 with a new set of intentions (or a new outlook on old intentions), most of which I INTEND to write about in the coming months as I battle with them. I wish for all of you reading that you find some comfort in my musings, battles, and off beat humor. Who knows, maybe I’ll be funnier in more than 160 characters and actually start my book or look into doing some stand up. Probably not.