Saturday, March 28, 2015


It's been about a month since my last blog post, and it feels like it was yesterday. Which makes sense if you read my last post.

I don't even know what I want to talk about. I've had moments where I've wanted to post posts but

I've just been... well, really busy.
Which is good. Like really good.
So this next blog post, was written a couple weeks ago, combined with a post written a couple days before. It's a compilation piece, which happens- when you are busy.

Three years ago, I never thought I would be where I am now. And you can literally read that if you go back in time through this blog.
I remember, when I decided to get sober, thinking my best years were behind me. I don't know what I thought was ahead of me... I wasn't very optimistic. In my eyes, my future looked bleak.
I could not imagine what was in store for me- as they say in AA, "life beyond your wildest dreams."

I would not be the person I am today without the people in my life. Some of them have come and gone, the ones who've been here the longest mean the most, and the people who continue to enter, keep making me a more whole and confident person.

I've been very reflective of that recently. Just truly amazed with myself and the life I have.
And to be honest with you, a lot of people don't understand what I'm talking about, because they've only seen me successful.
I'm not a mess anymore and people can't even picture what that looked like. Which is so bizarre to me. Because, let's be real, I will always be a mess. Now, I'm like a composed mess. Like a nice big messy bun (much like the ones I sport everyday) but not a bad bun- no a very good bun.

There are good buns and bad buns in life, and I these days am a good bun.

I guess I'm feeling a little reflective because last week, I had 3 years. Each year has felt, shorter and longer than the last. It feels like I have more time but less time at the same time.

Although I am a strong, more mature, sober woman I am still...

I can today, say I am proud of who I am and who I am becoming.

I wrote this a few weeks earlier and I will share it with you now:

"I'm in a business where you can't get knocked down. I've written about pushing and pushing and in my line of work you've gotta fucking push. I'm sorry if you're tired of reading about that. But it's what I deal with daily so why don't you fucking push yourself to continue reading...
You can fall, sure there will be days when you fall flat out on your face. 

But you can't take it like a bitch. You gotta get the fuck up and give them the one, two knock out punch.
Make them wonder why you're still smiling, is a favorite motto of mine.
And maybe this isn't my line of work, maybe it's the path of life.
Maybe my work is metaphorical for life. Am I really going to let a class of seventh grade boys push me around? Or am I going to show them that I'm not a boss...but the boss.
I've let work, life, people, push me down and make me cry too many time in my life. And I'm #overit. That doesn't mean I'm not gonna break down and cry for a second every now and again, but that will not be a constant. It can be a variable but certainly not the goddamn constant.
My life has been a little all over the place because I've been a little all over the place the last couple of days, in and out of the city. But I am finally on my way home to my apartment to settle down- and if you coudln't tell, I had a rough day. But you know what? I'm going for a run and heading to a meeting. So yeah, go ahead life. Try to kick me in the ass, because I'm going to kick you right back"

And you know what? I ran 2.5 miles in 30 minutes. I went to the meeting, put my hand up and shared about my shitty day, and now I'm moving forward.

These kids that I'm working with are real shits sometimes. But they come from a shitty hand dealt to them. They don't deserve what they have, they deserve better. They deserve a good education, at the very least. And I am in the school I am in to help them as much as I can.
I believe in them. They are not bad people. Actions speak louder than words. And I can work to change their attitudes and get them on a path where they can get a better deck of cards.

I can't give up because, sometimes, I'm all they've got.

I hope this helps you, whoever you are ,to give it- whatever it is- an extra go.
Don't take it like a bitch- give it the one, two.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Constant Motion

I feel like I have 20,000,000,000 things to do. 24/7.

I go to work, do work, am in constant motion, I'm doing work for my other jobs that I can't be at and then I'm rushing home. To relax? No, to get the rest of the work done.

if things were as simple as hiding in my bathroom and no one ever knowing I smoke(d).

I was assigned, a couple of weeks ago, to take a moment and meditate for my step work. This is one of the easiest assignments I have gotten. Usually I have to write and look inward. I literally have to sit and do nothing but I have found no time to just sit still.

Even when I get home and I'm like, "ok sit down and relax." I can't. I get in my bed to nap and I remember the errands I have to run and I get right out of bed. Or I try to turn on a tv show and not think and I start making lists in my head.

I feel like I have been very productive in the past couple weeks and it has encouraged me to be even more productive but it can be exhausting.
And I say I'm doing a million things but then I feel like I have gotten nothing done. Maybe my time management skills have just been failing me... per usual.

I, of course, am putting to much stress and pressure on myself. I have been constantly checking things off of my to do lists. But it just feels like there is always so much to get done.

And, maybe that's just life. The moment we are born, we are hurled into life and into the world. We are heading towards the future. As we move on from sleeping, growing, eating and pooping, we transition into adulthood and goals, dreams and expectations. Life's fucking hard and there is much to be done!

I've done the nothing thing
The sitting still and letting life pass by. I remember when my life consisted of wondering when my life was going to start.
Much like being hurled into life, I have been flung into the world. Last year, I sat still. Now I am in motion. A constant motion that is flowing and does not stop.

I think doing the work I do to leaves me feeling that there is more to be done. As I am on the front lines of the public school education system, I am seeing all the holes that need to be filled.
You know all the stories like the movie Freedom Writer? Where the teacher takes a "bad class" and turns them into upright citizens? That's the 1%. That shit doesn't happen everyday. It happens like maybe, maybe once a week, for a second. You have to push and push and push until you get a breakthrough. It doesn't happen easily or quickly.
But you can't let it break you either. You have to push because if you don't there will never be a breakthrough. You have to channel you're energy and you have to laugh. If you don't laugh a little you will break the fuck down.

But life will push you back. It's not fair but it's fucking life.
Everything you go through is for a reason and you will get to the other side.

I've heard it said that people who are afraid of hell have religion and people who have been through hell are spiritual. So call me spiritual.
I need my crystals. ~

Phhhhew it's exhausting.

So I'm off. To run some errands as quickly and effectively as possible.

Monday, February 16, 2015


I feel I have to do an obligatory valentines post... 

Yab is notorious for valentines posts. Angry, sad, always funny, posts. 

I had posts-of-valentines-past haunt me via timehop for the past month such as Why I Hate Valentines Day and of course Fuck Valentines Day.

This year however, I was not a bitter bitch. I felt very hopeful, and well, lovey! 

Someone at work reminded me of when we were all in grade school and you gave out valentines to literally everyone in the class. We all came home with a bag of candy, cards and we were all in this shit together. Literally everyone had a valentine and we all had each other. 

I felt more that way this year than I ever have since 5th grade. 
I have friends in relationships, single friend and my family that all equated to my valentines. 

My posts-of-valentines-past were always happening days before the event, leading up to it and then finally an angry Yab on the day of. This year it is a simple.recount. 
I think this is blatant proof of my progress to date. 

This weekend was awesome. 

Absolutely the best valentines day yet. Friday I went dancing with some of my favorite people, and I hadn't been out with them in forever. I got up saturday morning had coffee with an awesome new friend, got to walk dogs with my neighbor, the got my hair cut and lookin on fleek, and finally had sushi and rented movies with my brother. Glorious

It was a great day in general and a fabulous valentines day. 

I also got outside of myself, this holiday, for the first time ever. I have always made this holiday about me. About my misery and how I am single... because I always have been. But Valentines day is one of my favorite people's sober anniversary, and this year she had six years!! That is amazing, and I am so happy/proud of her. 
Sunday I helped to celebrate her and our other friend who just had two years, with arcade games, unicorns and vagina cakes.

With so much to celebrate, from love to sobriety, I don't know I even could have been miserable. 
I am so grateful to be able to post a blog post like this and keep the posts-of-valentines-past in the past. 

To anyone that had a horrible valentines day, it is now in it the past. Keep pushing forward. It's just a day and you can move forward. Remember you are never truly alone. Someone loves you, and if it is no one else, it is most definitely me! 

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Bitch, I Feel Fan-fucking-tastic

Today was great. Like really good. Like fan-fucking-tastic.

And you have to appreciate those days.

I forgot, for a little while, how to live life. How to slow things down... and as cliche as it is... take it one step at a time. Life is about putting one foot in front of the other. Don't stress too much or you will get a fucking ulcer... or in my case, break down crying to your mother in a hypochondriac fit that you have an ulcer and you're dying when you are, obviously, not...
Good times...

But today was fan-fucking-tastic.

These past two days have been aimed at rejuvenation. For work we've had this mid-year/mid-way training session to help us get through the rest of our year of service. Our sessions have been a little tedious and at times a little pointless but I think I got the gist down pretty well, and I really do feel like taking back my mission by storm.

We also had a battle where every school had a team, that came up with a cheer and there was a competition best cheer. I was on our team... We did not win... BUT we got laughs, which is always the goal. They were not, I REPEAT- NOT, ready for us.

I think I may be doing so well, and feeling so good, right now because I have thrown myself back into my program of recovery. I have been taking care of myself and pushing myself to do better. I don't have to get everything done in a day but if I do a little bit, then a little bit more, eventually I have done a lot.

I am attaining goals and setting new ones.

I also have put the right people into my life. The statement, "those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind," is really true.  As Yab always says FUCK THE HATERS.
I have to much love in my heart to let bad people make me react in bad ways.

I think after a break up you have a serious mourning period, and if you really mourn the shit out of it, you can move the fuck on. Forward, onward, and upward.

I have begun to move the fuck on. And I see doors opening up every which way. And... it's fan-fucking-tastic. 

I am one to quite frequently say, "sorry, I am not sorry." And I have never recanted a statement that I have made on this blog. But something has really been bothering me and I want to address it.
In my last blog post I said that I was not born from a great love. I want to clarify: I was not born from a place of ill will or hate. 

It is just hard for me to wrap my head around my parents as a couple. All I have ever known is them apart and as separate entities. But I believe there was this period ~somewhere in some space of time~ that they really truly loved each other. I have seen proof of it in pictures and in writings. I know it existed at sometime but I never experienced it.

This bitch was a mess. 
Now, my parents don't speak to each other- which is actually my doing. In my period of using I put everyones lives, not just my own, into a state of chaos... multiple times. During all of this my parents had different views on how to handle the situation. It's a serious matter. How do you deal with your child when they are trying so desperately to ruin their own life? There were different opinions, and they were strong opinions. So now they keep their distance.

Although I am cursed as a child of divorce, I am blessed with two incredible families that I would not trade for the world.

On really good days it is important to be grateful. Gratitude, in my opinion, is the corner stone of life.

So when you have a good day, just thank the universe. Because chances are Neptune and Venus had something to do with it.  (check it)

Tomorrow might be hell, but today... today was good. 

Sunday, January 25, 2015

I'm 24 years Old and I've Never Been In Love

I'm 24 years old and I've never been in love. 

I think I've loved people. I know I have. However, I've never been in love, like really in love. I've never been in it. 
I've had it....I've, ya know, loved. But never have I ever been in love. Sometimes, that scares me. I think that maybe it will never happen for/to me.
I care about people pretty quickly. I am a pretty loving person. I'm faster to love someone than hate them.

And I definitely think I watch too many movies on the subject of love...

I've fallen out of love before (usually the idea of love versus really loving someone)

I've walked away from love.

It's one of those things that, because I've never had it at, I want it.
But I don't even know what it's like.
I really don't know what it's like to be in love.
The only depiction, and really feeling, that I have of love- being in love- is from the movies. I don't know what it's like to be so truly deeply involved in it. I've never said to someone "I love you." And the only person who ever said it to me was a drunk boy that then proceeded to pee in my bed... And the last guy would say it by accident and then follow it up with, "I don't love you. I hate you." Oh...
If I've been anywhere close to love, it's been very surface level. Thinking about being deep, deep in love is ~mystifying~ to me. I can't really conceptualize the idea because I think it's a feeling that I've just never had.

Love seems to be one of the few things in life you can't look for. It can't be something you're actively searching for. It seems, to be something that just has to come to you.

Maybe that's why I haven't found love. I'm constantly searching for it. Even when I say I am not, or think I'm not, I definitely am. Like I said, it's ~mystifying~. I want to understand it, I want to feel it but I just never have.

All of the greatest loves I've ever seen have been in movies or are stories. And maybe that's what they are. They're just made up fictional stories and they're not real- they're fake. Are there great lovestories that are real?

I'm not a product of real love. My parents hate each other. Both of them have remarried and have great working relationships. But I was not a product of a great real love- don't get me wrong my parents love me very much, they just hate each other.
It is possible that a spirit of independence was instilled in me as a child that I just can't shake. I've always known it's okay to be alone and I've always like being alone. It's not that I don't like people, I just like being alone sometimes, a lot of the time. 

A lot of people joke about the phrase "forever alone" and although it is funny to joke about as a single person, it's possible that I will be forever alone. But I think that if that happens it'll be at my own doing.

People have tried to love me and I've push them away. I try to love people and they push me away. I don't really think I will be "forever alone…" But I don't know. Is it normal, To never have found love at 24? Is there still hope for me? We shall see.

It's funny that as much as I have never really felt what it's like to be in love, I've felt what it's like to be not-in-love and to have people not love you. I've felt pain.

Break ups suck. No matter what, when, or how, they suck. At first it's all liberating, like fuck ya! But then it's like

And it comes in waves. It's almost like having a cold, at least it is for me right now. Well... I also have a cold so I might be confused... But there are things that make this feeling worse and better. Chocolate and ice cream, makes things better. Friends, make things better. Romance movies, feel like death. Staring at your phone feels agonizing. And it's so easy to get trapped. To turn, shut the blinds and watch movies.

It's a little more energy but a lot less painful to keep moving. To get out of bed and make a smoothie and seize the day.
But then sometimes you hear a song, or see a picture and it's like a wave of emotion that hits you. Like a coughing attack. And you just need water. Or... chocolate.

I wish I could just hit an off switch and make all my feelings go away. However, I am a human and I have complex emotions. *le sigh* i miss him. 

Even though I know [me and the boy I'm no longer seeing] want different things, and that he's not good for me, I still miss him. It just hurts so bad right now. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. I'm a little sad

"We always knew this was going to be a shit time." -Love Actually I've quoted this before and I will continue to....
I knew this would suck. I hate breakups. I hate how many times I've had my heart broken without ever having had love. I just want to scream it's not fair. I want to cry. But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger...
Today a friend, I admire for her courage, said to me, "you are so strong." To have someone say that feels good. I know I will come out of everything that is going on around and with me a better person.

The easy thing to do is die. To lay down and take it and give up. It'f hard to move forward and onward.
And sometimes you miss people who don't give a shit. In life, people and interactions can mean different things from one person to another. On the flip side- it can work the other way. People can appreciate you without you even knowing it.

Tonight a woman told me how I did something for her that I had totally forgotten about. People can remember things you do for them that you didnt realize you did. Small acts of kindness do not go unappreciated, in my belief. We call these lollipop moments.

Find the silver linings in life and don't focus on negativity. There is no point. 
It is ok to be sad, but I will move forward. Onward and upward, yabbers!
So loved or not currently... I know I am worth it and I am lovable. If no one else loves me, well I'd probably treat myself better by giving myself another chocolate bar.

And you know what? I am loved. By so, so, so many amazing people. By my Mummy and Daddy and my Nan and Bill, all my brothers and my lil mini sister. I have friends that are seriously, so beyond amazing. I am incredibly grateful for them. The fact that I can text my friends across the country and say "I need" And there they are, doing whatever they can.

And I have a fellowship. The people and rooms of AA are there always.

Maybe I have more love in my life then those girls who pine and wait for their boyfriends to say, "I love you." I have a love, stronger, and longer lasting then them.

*REMEMBER 2015: Balance. Om.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

2015...What the Hell Do You Have in Store For Me?

Bonjour! Comment allez-vous?

I'm feeling a little foreign today

Did you think I wasn’t going to do a new years post? Betch, pleeeeease. This is my favorite time to write! 
Reflecting on the past, looking to the future, making plans and resolutions. New years blogs are the best.
I've just been really thinking about this one for a while now...

This year however, my resolutions are different. 
Numero uno: don’t smoke more. I’m not saying I’m going to quit or smoke less necessarily.. But no more. I refuse to increase my nicotine habit. And by 26 I will be done. But I know I’m not quite there yet and Lordy lord, Im not even gona try. But, no increase. I'm trying to set realistic goals. So there. 

My other goal, is to read more and continue educating myself. I have set these resolutions before but I think every year, searching for more knowledge is definitely beneficial. 

One thing for 2015, that I did not have in past years is a theme.

This NYE I was sitting on a roof deck in NYC, on Park Ave., with some very good people. And when I say good, I don't mean like, "ya, you know, good." I mean... Good. Like having positive qualities. And one of my friends, who is really beyond a friend to me, announced that this year she was going to have a "New Years Theme."
Yes, yes, yes! I loved it!

This year I will have a theme. 
My theme for 2015 will be: balance

2014 was a long year, with many many ups and downs.  I was either up to late or sleeping to much to, going at 90 m/hr or crashing, hitting two AA meetings in a day or zero for a whole month. Although the highs were high, some of the lows were shitty lows. I feel by the close of 2014 I did lose a fair amount of balance. Balance and I were teetering away from each other to say the least...

This year overall was crazy, in retrospect. The way I was living my life in January was entirely different from how it ended in December. I could never have foreseen the things that I was confronted with in 2014. Not in my craziest dreams, and if someone had told me how this year was going to play out I would have laughed in their face.

With the end of 2014 and the welcoming of 2015, I have somehow grabbed hold of my life again. Somehow.
I'm not saying I fell apart this past year. I in no way crumbled...
You want to see me crumbling? I encourage you to look at my life circa 2009-2011... Those years... and periods there... crumbled. LIKE A COOKIE.

In fact, I think I have held my life together better than I have in my entire life. I moved with poise through the past couple of months.

But life is a fucking bitch. And sometimes you get hit in the face, hit in the stomach, and hit with a pile of bricks.

If I had to give 2014 a rating, I'd give it like a 87%. It was thrilling, channeling, rewarding all wrapped into one long year.

I would be lying if I were to say I'm not afraid of what is in store for me this year. I feel as I get older life just gets harder. Things get more complicated and complex and sometimes I am left feeling perplexed.

But I have a good feeling about 2015.
When I left NYC from my NYE trip, I didn't come home with that vacation hang over. I came home excited about life. Excited to see what's in the future, be it scary or not.
2015, hit me with your best shot because whatever you have in store, I'm ready. 

So we're gonna throw this one up to God and hope for the best.