What a Beautiful Disaster...

This life is such a fickle thing. I find myself lost in the winding labyrinth of my day to day life and emotions. There are so many days when things just feel so hopeless. Like this uneasy, complex situation I find myself in is now the new normal. I wake up with a knot in my stomach, afraid of what that day may throw my way. I see the people around me living their lives in this strange, distant way. They all buzz around me, moving forward, for better or for worse and I'm stuck watching, trying desperately to connect, some way, anyway to them again. Yet I feel like I get left behind, and I'm slipping further and further back.

Then, one day, out of no where, I wake up and see the sun shining through the cracks in the shades covering my bedroom window. I smell fresh coffee, I see my little dog ricco, fast asleep on the pillow next to me, and there's no knot. I open the curtains and feel the sun on my face and am totally absorbed in the simple, yet mystifying beauty of the blue sky, the green grass, the now red and yellow leaves of the trees in my front yard. I feel this welling up of hope and trust and love for this beautiful disaster of a life I'm living. I'm sitting all alone in the middle of my living room, yet I don't feel lonely. I have finally come to terms with the fact that I am in love with someone, who will probably never love me back. Yet I revel in the fact that I feel love. I know the struggles,and fears of the people around me, and instead of feel pity, I feel compassion, I understand, and relate. I have this strange sense of faith that one day it will all be ok, and this is not the new normal. This is simply a transition stage. Everything changes, and change is hard, and takes time.  

This world isn't half as bad as I sometimes paint it to be. Things get messy and complicated. This life sometimes begins to feel like far too much to handle. There will always be that moment when I feel like giving up completely. But Ive been blessed to have a strong will. The will to push forward, to be brave, and strong and smart. To know that this life is so amazing, and find the absolute and utter beauty in everything and everyone I see. Ive been blessed to have talent,and common sense, and wonderful people in my life. Ive known more love in the short time Ive been on this earth than some people ever dream to have. 

So sometimes I hurt, and some times I cry, even for no reason. Sometimes I curse his name because I cant get his face out of my mind when all I want to do is, not feel this way about him. Sometimes I feel like no matter how hard I try I will never be the person every one thinks I am, or should be. Sometimes I drink a little too much, sometimes I cuss. I'm not perfect and I will probably disappoint a lot of people at one point or another in my life, and probably more than once...

But despite all of that, I will be happy. I will live a lovely and fulfilling life. I will accomplish many things. I will shine and glitter the way I know in my heart I'm meant to. I will be everything I'm meant to be. I will not sit around and wait for this life to open up to me, I will go out and make my own path. Ill discover, and love with all my heart and soul. 

I will enjoy this life...

♥

She's Living My Life!!

So I have good news and bad news...

The good news is, I finally have my baby boy Ricco back home with me! I got to pick him up today and he is officially mine again! Its so nice to have him with me again. I missed him like crazy!

The bad news, seeing "Him" again opened up a bunch of old scars. I walked into his beautiful apartment, nicely furnished, beautifully decorated. Fresh Christmas tree shining in the corner. I saw pictures in frames all around me. Shoes lines up at the front door, dogs jumping around, and him, standing right in the middle of all of it. The happiness and love and contentment I felt surrounding this life got into my heart and under my skin. Then I realized... he's not mine anymore. He hasn't been for a long time. This life, this beautiful life I'd always dreamed of, the life I always thought we would share, was being lived by someone else. 

She'd just come into his life! I was the one who put in the time! I cried over him, I let him cry on my shoulder.  I went through hell and back for no reason, all because I loved him so much. I helped him though the darkest part of his life. I had the strength to give him up, so that he could go and do the right thing. And he came back to me. I spent years with him. I thought it would be forever. Then things went wrong, and it all fell apart. He broke my heart! I should hate him, never want to see him again. But when I see him, or talk to him, I feel this twinge in my heart. He's never really left. 

All I want is to move on. I want to be happy. I want that life, the life I deserve. I deserve to be happy. I want to feel that connection with someone again. Seeing him, so happy and in love, its like a double edged sword. It kills me because it should have been me, it was supposed to be me! That kills me... The other edge gives me hope, it gives me hope that its out there and its real. That I can find it, it can be mine too. And ironically, that kills me also. It kills me because I want it so bad. I want this twinge in my heart and stop. I don't want to feel so alone anymore. 

Memo to all the guys in this world...

Alright guys, I'm gonna do you a favor. Here is what us women want, plain simple and honest. We aren't all looking for the six foot, four, blond hair, blue eyed, Hollister model. You don't have to go out of your way and make these huge, grand gestures. You don't have to spend a fortune, or bend over backwards to make us happy. You don't have to be some hung like a horse sex god, or wanna be porn star. I mean, don't get me wrong, a girl can dream... but you would be surprised at how simple it is to make a good girl happy.

All we want, all we really need is someone who gives a shit. A guy who can be happy just the way he is and know what he is worth, and be content in that. Someone who is happy and not to tough to be excited about it. A guy who will hold us close when we cry, and up when we need a little boost. Someone to be proud of us, even if its just for opening the mayo jar without your help. A man who can understand that sometimes you need to be with your friends, but it doesn't mean you don't love him. He wont play with your emotions, or treat you like just some conquest. He'll text you at lunch just to make sure you feel special, what ever you may be doing. He will take you ice skating, even if it means making a total fool of himself when he falls on his ass, because the smile on your face makes it all worth it. He never takes himself to seriously, but has real goals and ambition that will take him places.   

So boys, my question to you is this... how hard is that!?! 

Scared of the Truth, but Tired of Lies...

So remember that "new guy" I wrote about a few weeks ago? Ya, well he turned out to be a complete pig! A lire and just a complete ass hole. So there is yet another notch to add to the belt that is my failed love life. And I've realized that all these jerks I keep dating have caused all of these walls of mine to get taller and stronger, and now I've become my own worst enemy. I'm so sick of guys who see women as nothing but something to use to get what they really want. I'm sick of guys who have no interest in actually being with the girls they want so desperately to sleep with. Then once they do, they bail. What I don't understand is, why try so hard? I'm sure there are plenty of easy girls out there who you could get into be with out having to take them out, put on your stupid, yet convincing dog and pony show. Why is it necessary to hurt the "good girls"? Just because your self worth is all screwed up, don't try to bring me down to your level... I could go on for days! But I'm getting off topic.

The point of this rant is, that because Ive had my trust violated so many times, I'm having a really hard time letting anyone in anymore. Ive met someone. Another someone. Someone I think may actually be a nice guy, a "good guy". But I've numbed myself so much to the point that idk if I can let go enough to make this happen. I have fun with him, he's sweet and funny. He's quirky and a little shy. He's a gentleman. Yet, for some reason, I cant seem to let go and trust him. I cant seem to be myself completely because I'm afraid. I don't even really know what I'm so afraid of. I'm just tired of feeling like maybe I'm not worth all that I think, and I don't think I can handle another rejection. 

So where do I go from here? I promised myself I would never be jaded, or let what other people do turn my heart and mind cold. But I think I might be there. And It breaks my heart. I want to give this a chance. I feel like I may have a chance to have something good again, but I'm so sick of hurting and I don't wanna get my hopes up. 

This is such a frustrating feeling...

So...here I am again, sitting home alone, thinking. Which we all know can be pretty dangerous for me. But recently my mind has been on a strange track. I cant seem to stop thinking about the future. My senior year in the band is quickly coming to a close( only one more home game!!) and its really got me kinda freaked out. I feel like I'm graduating high school again or something. I think about the fact that this amazing experience is almost over makes me sooo sad! I feel like I'm gonna be loosing so many important people in my life. All of my friends, people who have been supporting me, people I've spent so much time in the last 4 years with. these people, my tuba boys, they have become my family! And the fact that I'm gonna be leaving them makes me feel like I'm gonna be loosing a part of myself. 

then on top of that, I'm scared out of my mind! What is my life gonna be like once this is all over? I put so much of my time into this and I feel like it makes up so much of my life and who I am. What am I gonna do? Who am I gonna be now? As much as I'm tired and burnt out, and just ready to not have to worry about 6:09am call times and uniform melt downs, I don't know if I'm ready to let go of the experience. But I know that I have to. I cant stay, I cant drag myself through another season. I've gotten what I needed out of all of this and now its time to move on. I need to do something with my life. Its time to really buckle down and make the decisions that will shape the rest of my life. 

Its been an amazing ride. I'll never forget this part of my life. I will forever look back on these years and smile because it made me so happy and miserable and special and crazy all at once. Ill never forget the people who made it amazing. And I know I will always secretly wish I could come back to this time, this moment that I realized how beautiful this crazy experience has been. Ill always wish I could go back and slow these years down and cherish every second of it. 

So here's to the most amazing thing I've ever done. Here's to moving on to bigger and brighter things. Here's to figuring out who I am and loving the next chapter of my life as much as I loved this one.

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams"

~ Elinor Roosevelt

The good old days...

I remember back when I was a kid and I used to LOVE Halloween. We would go to school and there was candy and parties and all our friends where there. I remember coming home and helping my mom decorate the house. We would spread the fake spider webs, and ghosts, around the front yard. then we would all sit around the table, all covered with news papers, and carve pumpkins. Then my dad would put the candles in them and set them on the planters in the front and my sister and I would change into our costumes. My mom would do our hair and make up and we would always look so cool. Then a whole group of the neighbor kids and parents would get together and we would all go walking through the neighborhood, trick or treating. We knew all the neighbors, and they all new us. It was like a giant block party. We didn't have to worry about poisoned candy, and kidnapping. It was just everyone being happy and having a good time. Then we would all gather at one of our friends houses and have a pot luck dinner. Home made tacos, soup, BBQ, tons of awesome food. Then we would all go home, change back into our regular old selves, crawl into our nice warm beds, and sleep.

Those were the good old days... 

Now as I sit here, alone again, in the house that my dad is supposed to believing in with me, and I cant help but be a little sad. I really wish things could be like that again. I remember just always feeling like things were just right on days like that. Like even though everything could be going terribly wrong, at least on nights like this, we could all just be happy. But now, its all just broken homes, and non existent families. There is no feeling of belonging or togetherness, just a strange emptiness where only the ache for those days remains. 

Don't get me wrong, I understand that things change. I know I'm a grown up now and obviously these things aren't going to be the same as when I was 10, but why do they have to be so unrecognizable? It may as well not even be a holiday for me. It feels like a normal everyday Monday night. 

Oh well, I guess this is just another step. One day when I have my own kids, I'm sure ill look back at these years and wonder why I was so dramatic. haha So again, Ill remind myself...its all gonna be ok.

Back to normal...

Its been a pretty long time sense my last entry, mostly because for about the last week and a half I have pretty much been going going going non stop. I got an awesome new job! So I was in training for about a week for that, ALL DAY EVERY DAY! But I love it, so I cant complain too much. And honestly, this new job kinda feels like it may be the starting point of a good time in my life.

 I'm finally doing something I like, at a good place, with good people. It just makes me happier, so now I feel happier in the other parts of my life:) I went on my first real date, in a very long time. With a pretty cool guy. I don't know if its gonna go anywhere or not, but just the fact that it happened was kinda cool(as lame as that sounds lol). My dad and I moved into a new house, so I finally feel like I belong somewhere again. I feel like things may actually be going my way! I just feel like I'm me again. For the first time in a long time, I look in the mirror and can actually recognize myself again. 

So now that I'm officially out of whatever funk I've been in for the last few months, Ive come up with a plan... Come spring semester I'm really gonna crack down and get back on track with school. I'm gonna start saving money so I can get into my own place by next year.  And I'm gonna work on just being happy and enjoying my life. I just really want to get my life back to normal.