Things are going great! It's my last semester, I'm married to my best friend, and I love where I work. Turns out making pizzas is really fun, even if my feet sometimes voice objections about standing for so long.
I'm also writing for Her Campus again this semester (woot!), and keeping time for friends and family. Oh, and I'm super stressed about all of it.
I think I need to write for me again. And have some time to cross-stitch. Or read. Basically, just making sure I have time for me.
I just feel weighed down, and I don't know if it is an emotional, mental, or physical thing. It could just all be in my head.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
I refuse to give into Stress.
So back in January I made this goal, and that goal was to write into this blog every week. I promptly failed. Consecutively actually. However I am here to justify my actions. Because I wouldn't be an adult unless I could tell you all the reasons I failed to do something.
School has been way lately, I am planning a wedding, and I still work 5 days a week. Things can get pretty hoppin', especially when I procrastinate my homework. (Like right now as I sit typing this in the Engineer's building on campus with no shoes on.) But the more exciting reason is that for the past little bit I've been writing for an online magazine! Now I don't get paid or anything but it's been giving me great experience and helping my published portfolio grow. The magazine is called Her Campus and I write for the Utah chapter. If you ever get bored of me here, you should check out my work there because those articles at least have an editor screening them.
Anyway, going back to the title of this post... Stress is trying to destroy my life. And he's being a punk about it. "Oh Aimee, you need to do this quiz before midnight." "Oh Aimee, you forgot to highlight this one part of that one customer's contract." "Oh Aimee, the necklaces you ordered for the girls in your bridal party came in the wrong color." "Oh Aimee, your feet hurt but it's socially unacceptable to walk around in public bare foot." Shut up Stress blob!
Even though Stress is up my butt, I refuse to be swayed by his excessive anxiety pricks. I REFUSE TO MELT AWAY IN A PIT OF DEPRESSION. Because with finals coming up, if there is one thing I don't have time for it's this emotional train wreck nonsense.
Also I wonder if anyone has noticed I'm not wearing shoes yet. They all seem to be engrossed in projects. Eh, even if they did notice I wouldn't care. I PAID FOR THIS PRIVILEGE. Like with thousands of dollars so, back off brah.
I had a bunch of things I wanted to write about, but I can't think of any of them now that I have a computer in front of me... I'll think of it later. Thanks for bearing with me. Peace out. (That was really lame.)
School has been way lately, I am planning a wedding, and I still work 5 days a week. Things can get pretty hoppin', especially when I procrastinate my homework. (Like right now as I sit typing this in the Engineer's building on campus with no shoes on.) But the more exciting reason is that for the past little bit I've been writing for an online magazine! Now I don't get paid or anything but it's been giving me great experience and helping my published portfolio grow. The magazine is called Her Campus and I write for the Utah chapter. If you ever get bored of me here, you should check out my work there because those articles at least have an editor screening them.
Anyway, going back to the title of this post... Stress is trying to destroy my life. And he's being a punk about it. "Oh Aimee, you need to do this quiz before midnight." "Oh Aimee, you forgot to highlight this one part of that one customer's contract." "Oh Aimee, the necklaces you ordered for the girls in your bridal party came in the wrong color." "Oh Aimee, your feet hurt but it's socially unacceptable to walk around in public bare foot." Shut up Stress blob!
Even though Stress is up my butt, I refuse to be swayed by his excessive anxiety pricks. I REFUSE TO MELT AWAY IN A PIT OF DEPRESSION. Because with finals coming up, if there is one thing I don't have time for it's this emotional train wreck nonsense.
Also I wonder if anyone has noticed I'm not wearing shoes yet. They all seem to be engrossed in projects. Eh, even if they did notice I wouldn't care. I PAID FOR THIS PRIVILEGE. Like with thousands of dollars so, back off brah.
I had a bunch of things I wanted to write about, but I can't think of any of them now that I have a computer in front of me... I'll think of it later. Thanks for bearing with me. Peace out. (That was really lame.)
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Thoughts of a Writer
I feel like I haven't been doing quality writing. Not that I haven't been writing, because I have. Between school work and Her Campus, I've actually been writing a lot. Maybe the increase in writing is why I feel... Dissatisfied with it.
I want to write things worth reading, and that's stressful.
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Writing down thoughts while I should be doing homework.
I'm on campus, writing up my homework assignment, and it hits me... the very essence of what I'm doing that is. I'm working, learning, studying, WRITING. Can you guess which one is my favorite?
Now, this might seem like a normal, day to day, activity for a college student. And you would be right, as long as that college student actually cares enough to finish said homework assignments and isn't at the University just to PARRRTAAAYYY. I haven't met too many like that in my class, being a senior, but I'm sure this breed still exist. Mostly because after sport games that the University as at home, the feeling of over-enthusiastic brocks linger... like the taste of olives on a pizza even though you picked them off.
ANYWAY, this is significant to me because yesterday I was bulldozed by my own emotions.
You ever feel like you are trying to make everything work in your life and it starts crumbling faster than you can pick up the pieces? And then something completely small and insignificant happens, like dropping a pen you were using, and suddenly because of that small, insignificant thing, ALL YOUR EMOTIONS ERUPT INTO A STRESSFUL VOLCANO. You know, just as a hypothetical example.
Well I'm not saying that happened to me yesterday, I'm just saying that if you called me a Volcano Goddess, you wouldn't be completely false.
But the fact that I got up this morning, put on my overalls, and came to school early to work on my last bits of homework for the day, shows that I'm an adult. Well, trying to be an adult. And one of the biggest lessons I've learned from this is actually two.
1.) Adults usually don't know what they are doing. Even the Adultier Adults. They just have more practice in understanding the freedom and importance of realizing that not everything is going to be cookie-cutter easy.
2.) All of us will have those moments when the whole world is crumbling around us, and it's okay to feel sad. But, you can't let that moment overtake your life. The next day, hour, minute, you have to buck up and say to Life itself, "You hit like a <insert something offensive that doesn't hit very hard>!" and then carry on.
Oh please, Carry ON.
It's tough, it really is. But, speaking as someone whose eyes hurt from... um... weakness leaving them in streams yesterday, it's a lot rougher in remaining down and depressed with yourself. Because if you aren't even willing to give yourself a chance in life, what makes you think Life is going to?
I also realize that this blog is becoming somewhat neglected over the last few months, and not many people read it. However consider this moment a re-dedication on my part to write my thoughts and stumblings through life more consistently. Let's say, once a week. I feel like that's a fair and realistic goal.
Also, it's something you can look forward to weekly. I know you love these posts, you don't have to tell me. But, if you feel so inclined you can actually tell me because that would be splendid to hear, haha.
Well, that's it for now. And I don't know how to end it...... soooooooooooo fin.
Now, this might seem like a normal, day to day, activity for a college student. And you would be right, as long as that college student actually cares enough to finish said homework assignments and isn't at the University just to PARRRTAAAYYY. I haven't met too many like that in my class, being a senior, but I'm sure this breed still exist. Mostly because after sport games that the University as at home, the feeling of over-enthusiastic brocks linger... like the taste of olives on a pizza even though you picked them off.
ANYWAY, this is significant to me because yesterday I was bulldozed by my own emotions.
You ever feel like you are trying to make everything work in your life and it starts crumbling faster than you can pick up the pieces? And then something completely small and insignificant happens, like dropping a pen you were using, and suddenly because of that small, insignificant thing, ALL YOUR EMOTIONS ERUPT INTO A STRESSFUL VOLCANO. You know, just as a hypothetical example.
Well I'm not saying that happened to me yesterday, I'm just saying that if you called me a Volcano Goddess, you wouldn't be completely false.
But the fact that I got up this morning, put on my overalls, and came to school early to work on my last bits of homework for the day, shows that I'm an adult. Well, trying to be an adult. And one of the biggest lessons I've learned from this is actually two.
1.) Adults usually don't know what they are doing. Even the Adultier Adults. They just have more practice in understanding the freedom and importance of realizing that not everything is going to be cookie-cutter easy.
2.) All of us will have those moments when the whole world is crumbling around us, and it's okay to feel sad. But, you can't let that moment overtake your life. The next day, hour, minute, you have to buck up and say to Life itself, "You hit like a <insert something offensive that doesn't hit very hard>!" and then carry on.
Oh please, Carry ON.
It's tough, it really is. But, speaking as someone whose eyes hurt from... um... weakness leaving them in streams yesterday, it's a lot rougher in remaining down and depressed with yourself. Because if you aren't even willing to give yourself a chance in life, what makes you think Life is going to?
I also realize that this blog is becoming somewhat neglected over the last few months, and not many people read it. However consider this moment a re-dedication on my part to write my thoughts and stumblings through life more consistently. Let's say, once a week. I feel like that's a fair and realistic goal.
Also, it's something you can look forward to weekly. I know you love these posts, you don't have to tell me. But, if you feel so inclined you can actually tell me because that would be splendid to hear, haha.
Well, that's it for now. And I don't know how to end it...... soooooooooooo fin.
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