long journey short...

The past couple of months in review. Sorry on the delay...Its been crazy.

An Ode...

Its been quite sometime since we last enthralled ourselves in engaging correspondence. Hopefully life has been nothing short of stellar for you and the countless loved ones entangled within your existence. The weather has finally broke, birds are chirping and Mother Nature is flaunting her majestic beauty to us once again. Regardless of our prior speculations that she had a vendetta against the stern and forgiving skyline of Chicago and surrounding suburbscape (perhaps she didn’t know that Wisconsin is responsible for our volatile beaches) Mother Nature finally blew the winds of change in our favor. I am sure you took in that much needed breath of fresh air and vitality.

My prior condition must have been oxygen definency…because, after my first deep yoga breath of that warm, life-infused breeze--my life suddenly changed course. The breath must have been more lie one hell-of-a gasp because the seasons suddenly changed from an icy winter to the most temperate, sunny day of summer. I am not sure if the shift was prompted by a spontaneous change of life philosophy but, it seemed reasonable not to question it. After all, ignorance is sometimes bliss (so it seems). I blindly rode on my newly re-discovered and long-awaited wind current. The wind system must have been part of a mid-latitude cyclone because I had a few run-ins with some lightening but, was thankfully spared. Then, at what seemed to be the exact moment when the tropopause was reached, a giant gust snatched me and started to tumultuously blow in the direction of the pacific. Like a seedling of a mighty oak tree on a brisk day in fall, I blew, flew, twisted and turned until I landed. So, here I am in Los Angeles. A new seedling finally sprouting roots.

Long story abridged…A couple of weeks ago my family found out that my brother needs a kidney transplant. Being the member of my family who had the least amount of responsibilities in Chicago--I offered to move to LA in order to help him out and offer up an organ. So, within five-days I had my car packed and ready for my cross-country relocation. Within a couple days of being in LA I got a job as a personal trainer at the Equinox Fitness in West Hollywood (one of the top gyms in the country). For a 21-year-old with a Marketing Degree this job is heaven-sent. Within a few months I will be working with celebrity clients, which illustrates to me I am the luckiest girl in the world. The scenery and weather is beautiful. My brother is doing quite well (all things considered). And, I wake up every morning with a smile. Life is good. : )

Wishing you everything…

Sweet Jesus

the past seven days have been out of control...

My brother got very sick out of nowhere. It turns out that he needs a kidney transplant. I am beckoned by my parents out to LA.

So, within five days the following aspects of my life dramatically changed:
-Quit my job at the Euro sports bar
-Move to a different geographical region than my significant other
-Move out of my apartment
-Change career paths
-Get rid of the majority of my belongings...again. Anything that wouldn't fit in the back of my stang had to go.
-Sick family member
-BAF

I left Chicago with 18 dollars in my bank account...

24 hours in review

its been quite a while since I have actually had the drive/ambition/dedication/need to write here. I try to develop this whole "blogging" thing as a habit. Though, as pretty much all other half-assed efforts that I have undertaken, I have failed. But, no use being hard on myself. All I can do is alter my behaviors for the future. So here I am.

Pretty sure that my body is falling apart. Beer wenching is a lot more physically demanding than I originally remembered. Sure, when I was young + enduring...I got off work and felt tired and shit. But now, I have fucking cankles. hahaha...no, really. Quite depressing, but fuck it. I think its more funny than sad. Just have to get that shit fixed so I can have joints normal size. Rather than that of a 349lb lady. Its my own fault for not altering any lifestyle behaviors to actually heal. Instead, I decided to keep up with my normal amount of physical activity due to my addiction. Now, the consequences I face (which I will officially know on friday) may far negatively outweigh the initial resting period. Whatev though. Not much I can do about it now.

Last weekend I also had this grand realization about life. It was that I am searching for something that I already have. All I want in life is to be happy. Well, as poor and fuct my body is...I haven't been happier in years. I laugh hard, smile often and feel fucking awesome. People work to have nice shit, some security and visit beautiful places. I can truly say that I am living the life of my dreams. Working hard of course, but my job isn't too stressful outside of work where it messes with my quality of life. Other than when I fell asleep last night mid-post and kept having Fado nightmares. haha...Damn them!

Today I am off to Columbia to meet with a former teacher (and group leader) from when I went to Africa. I find out this afternoon how I will be helping to re-brand South Africa. Fuck yeah! I hope its something semi-significant. If not, it really doesn't matter. As long as I am contributing in some way.

Also, I am going to pick up a new Moleskin. So stoked. I have been too poor to get one. Its quite sad because writing is my bread and butter. The only place I have ever had the commintment to write in is my moleskin. So, fuck. I midas well just break down and pay the $18. Though, going up 50% in price over the course of a year is an outrage and I hate taking it in the ass like that. But, as is life.

Ill keep you posted on the Africa thing. And wish me luck with having the commintment to actually study for the LSATS. Otherwise, I may be waiting tables the rest of my life. : (


Later Gators..

gaps in history

Passions:

Love
Family
The Universe
Learning
Thinking
Communication
Risk
Reward
Entrepreneurship
Perception
Facts
Travel
Motivating Myself
Motivating Others
Being Passionate
Assisting in Individuals Pursuit of their Passion
Making People Laugh/Smile
Laughing/Smiling
Engaging in Intellectual Conversations
Discussing Philosophy
Discussing American Public Policies
Economics
Taking to Strangers
Awkwardness
Running
Biking
Reading
Lifting
Yoga
Starting Shit
Fresh Fruit
Eating Protein
Puppies
The Ocean
Good Red Wine
Nice Tea
Sunsets
Thunderstorms in the Summer
Frozen Yogurt
Stars on a Clear Night
Art-Any Medium
The Color Gold
Tropical Climates

A message from the future.

A while back in my journey through life I found myself at a fork in the road: I had a passion for helping people achieve their goals yet, entering into the new-age self-help industry is very difficult and intimidating at any age…let alone when you are a young pup. I knew that I had experienced some low lows and great triumphs. I knew that I had the knowledge and experience to help others achieve their goals. I just didn’t know how to turn this innate passion into a career. I was so scared to take the risk of doing what makes me happy due to great short-term sacrifice, potential failure and monetary loss. I kept up with my studies in motivational and inspirational literature, philosophy along with engaging in goal-oriented conversations. I was continuously enthralled with mulling over potential outcomes of starting my own coaching business, writing lists of the steps necessary to set up a fully-functional firm and even asking for other’s advice and approval about my decision. I was constantly making excesses to myself as to why I could not start the project. I was a victim of fear—fear of the unknown.

One day I experienced this epiphany—The first step is the hardest. I have told this philosophy of thought to many individuals—yet, was having this great difficulty actually implementing the advice in my own life. Once you start a project…the momentum builds and you realize its hard work…but you can do it! I learned that nothing worth having is going to come easy, but the fruits of your own blood, sweat and tears are sweet. All you can do is set goals and accomplish them with confidence. Hard work always pays off, even if there is a little bit of a delay. When you are discouraged, keep your head up and keep going. When you think that you cannot go any further…take another step. It is usually that last ditch effort that will be your key to success. As illustrated by you reading this story, things do work out if you are persistent in your efforts and never lose sight of what your goals and dreams are.