"Hindsight is 20/20"

I hate that saying. I think people see the past in way more than 20/20 somedays. You look back and it's more than perfect... but then you start to take stock in  how it ACTUALLY was, and you remember why you're glad to have moved on! Like right now-I might miss being in college. But I don't miss being stressed and I don't miss 100 pg projects...both were a fixture in my college experience, and so I don't wish I was back-because there's lots of classes and things I'm glad to be done with.

I also hate the ways people say they don't 'regret' things. Sure, I wouldn't change anything about how my life has turned out-since I end up with a superfabulous husband and dog- but that doesn't mean I don't look back and think "What the hell was I thinking?!". To me, regret is not about wishing to change what happened. It's just not being proud of every decision.
Anywho.

I prefer "What I know now that I wish I knew then is..."

I wish I had known that my ex wasn't going to amount to anything sooner-then I would've dumped him sooner (Theoretically).

I wish I had known that consistently getting all-over blond highlights would eventually make you look blonde...and that I don't look good blonde.

I need moments of realization like this. Otherwise I can just reminisce about the past and get stuck. Like I am today. ;)I miss my friends, I miss my sorority sisters and advisors, but this is where I'm supposed to be right now. There's no guarantee (and I'm actually pretty sure that it wouldn't be the case) that I'd even have a job.It's very possible that Mr.DeLovely and I would be entirely miserable there.

Here's to discovering more of what Fayettenam has in store for me...

xoxo,

Ladies and Gentlemen...

I have a job.

I have been on the job hunt since May 15-ish. It was nearly an exactly 6 month long job hunt, when I was offered the job last night.  This job allows me to go home for Thanksgiving and Christmas. This job pays decently. This job lets me be in my industry.

This job is a Sales Consultant at David's Bridal.

I am nothing less than grateful for it. If anything, I'm so relieved to stop hunting for awhile. I'm so happy to get to work with brides. I'm so many things.

I'm feeling judged. I won't pretend that I haven't noticed that most of my school friends have stayed silent. (Not you E. <3 ) I won't pretend that I didn't know that people wanted so badly for me to have a 'real' job. One with an office and e-mails and on and on... But what's more important to me is having a job. That I feel like I'll be good at and enjoy. Plus...there is an addition to the DB family, come February. A woman synonymous with wedding. A woman with class and style, who will bring DB a whole new customer.

VERA!

Finding joy, even in the common things of life....
xoxo,

Apologies

I'm in a slump. I think that's the non-religious term for it.


My term is a spiritual drought. And believe me, I am there.

I remember my lsat one. It was some time during the soul-sucking year of Heather. (A CP I served under who made every member of the board's life hell. Even the CA.) My parents and I went to church, and wouldn't you know it-we talked about dry spells.  After the service, my Daddy and I talked while Mom was running around being super-staff member. And he asked when my last drought was. I told him I was in one. He looked at me misty-eyed and said "I knew it."

My daddy doesn't cry for little things guys. I remember 2 times he's cried-telling me his Mom passed, and at my wedding.  Misty-eyed and worried for me...I'm tearing up thinking about it. I love my dad. I need to be near my parents again--they're the ultimate cheerleaders for me, and usually my jump-off points for my next projects that keep me busy, keep me feeling like me.

Thankfully, I'll be seeing them in less than a month for Thanksgiving.  I'll also be seeing this precious girl:

Meet my niece-Madeline. AKA: Maddy, Maddy the Crabby, Maddy the Baddy, Maddy the Saddy, et al.

I'm back. Writing will help me. Up next, Purple Velvet.

xoxo,