Loving you is a like a song I replay. Every three minutes and thirty seconds of every day and every chorus was written for us to recite every beautiful melody of devotion every night. It’s potion like this ocean that might carry me in a wave of emotion to ask you to marry me and every word, every second, and every third expresses the happiness more clearly than ever heard and when I play them, every chord is a poem. Telling the Lord how grateful I am cause I know him. The harmonies possess a sensation similar to your caress. If you asking then I’m telling you it’s yes. Stand in love, take my hand in love, God bless.
The more you establish yourselves as individuals, the harder it is to come together. It’s only easy when two people are working towards the same goal.
Being happy is a decision and right now I can live with making not so great decisions. Not making a decision is worse. I feel paralyzed.Walls keep going up and I keep my thoughts to myself. Not having someone to talk to, is what makes a person think they are going crazy. or even capable of crazy. I know this feeling too well, and I hate it. Currently, I’m living vicariously through the old me. Telling myself, time heals everything. Looking at how happy I was means I can get back there, it is something to look forward to. Making a plan to get there is up to me. Sticking to the plan, holds me accountable. But really, who cares about accountability. If you want things to change, you’ll be responsible and confront your fears up front. I’m just as much of a coward for hiding behind my words and getting lost in literature and another person’s broken promises. Now, it’s okay to laugh because there’s comfort in knowing things still scare you, even at twenty-four years old. It’s funny when people say happiness is not a place. For me, happiness has always been a place even if sometimes disguised as a state or some in-between time. It’s definitely times, days, and weeks like these that you remember what makes you happy. Cherish him, or her. Cherish them. Cherish it.
Days like today, I wish I was still in college. I miss being able to say what’s on my mind and being challenged everyday. I miss meeting new people and being around younger, open minded individuals – people that are excited about life, everyday. I miss having the time to pursue my own interests and explore others.
What sucks? It feels like the “real world” never takes me seriously. People look at me differently because I’m a girl and I’m young. My ideas stay ideas, even when backed with lots of research. LOTS OF FACTS. It’s discouraging but it’s days like today I wish I could just rock climb, snowboard, and daydream about living in the mountains. Being happy is love to me. So, Happy Valentine’s Day.
Well she just wanders around
unaffected by the winter winds,
and she’ll pretend that she’s somewhere else
so far and clear
about 2,000 miles
The 49ers and the Patriot’s aren’t in the Superbowl but my ride-or-die and I are still happy.
It wasn’t until I started reading, a lot that I realized how important being able to share your thoughts with others is important. If you can convey a thought in less words, that’s a skill. A paragraph or so? Blog about it. 140-characters or less? Tweet it.
Professionally, I look at resumes. I learned this the hard way: stick to 1 page. You may have a lot of experience but you have to use that to your advantage. List what’s relevant to the job you’re applying to and the job you want. For your cover letter, tell a damn good story. Remember, recruiters read a lot of these. Make it worth reading, but keep it brief. Do the talking during the interview.
I read a lot of user reviews as part of my research before I make a purchase online. Recently, I was on yelp and I could not understand what this person was describing. I even tried using the sentences before and after to figure out what the entree was that this person ordered. It wasn’t until I saw their photo they uploaded that I learned what “Not chos” were. Not chos are NACHOS. This person ordered NACHOS. Thank goodness for that caption. Sometimes, less is more and Not chos are NACHOS…
Never forget, a picture’s worth a thousand words.