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Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Why Question...

In approximately 3 months and 12 days I will be a quarter of a century old.  Birthdays are typically a time of reflection and until now those reflections have been rough.  Unless you are one of those special, well-adjusted people, you are rarely where you pictured yourself to be at another year older.    

There are typically two ways, in my opinion that this period of reflection can go.  The first is that you celebrate what you have accomplished thus far.  This is a very healthy and mature way of handling moving forward in your life.  The second is to critique yourself for not being the 23, 24, 25, 30, 40, 50 year old that your idyllic 17 year old self thought you should be.  You don’t have the perfect job; you don’t have a lot of money; your body doesn’t look like you want it to; you haven’t found perfect guy/girl; or you have found them but something isn't working.  You don’t have the kids, the house or the dream car.  And sometimes you don't even have the love.    

Turning twenty-four was a hard birthday for me.  I felt like I had reached a point in my life where everything should have been in place yet nothing was where I imagined it.  Throughout my schooling, I always got good grades, worked hard and thought that getting a career would be easy as pie.  But the economy changed the name of the job game.  After college it took much longer than I would have liked to find a job.  Finally, I found a job I really liked but I didn't make a ton of money and constantly put pressure on myself to find a more viable career path. 

On top of that my car, the hilarious comedian that it is, was constantly acting up.  My tactic for dealing with it became praying really, really hard and hoping for the best.  During the course of the previous year my car had racked up some hefty charges on the old credit card.  

Then there were the two issues that most people seem to deal with, body image and romance.  My romantic life had become something out of a pathetic romantic comedy and my body always seemed to be a work in progress that was miles from its destination.  

After a few weepy conversations with my mom, she decided to be proactive.  She set me up with a Life Coach and offered to pay for as many sessions as I needed.  Being the level headed Midwestern girl that I am, I was skeptical.  But when you are going nowhere fast, even ‘new age, weirdo hippie stuff’ is worth a shot. 

Now, nine months later, I can say that my Life Coach experience changed everything for the better!

Not everyone is lucky enough to have a supportive mom willing to buy them some life assistance, which is why I want to pay it forward.  This blog is about all the things I’ve learned and done during my 24th year (and my 24th year isn’t over yet…)

~E

The Beginning...


What makes Sunday so different?  You get up late, simply because you can.  You go to church, if that’s your thing.  You eat cold cereal and watch cartoons in your footie pajamas.  You might even hit the gym or the grocery store, but with no real sense of urgency and/or motivation.  During football season, Sunday becomes a little more exciting.  You crack open a beer, put your feet up, yell loud and proud until your vocal chords need a rest.  But sadly after the Super Bowl next week Sunday goes back to being just, well, Sundays. 

So what to do with Sunday…

While I was sitting in front of my newly decorated, and très chic work desk, checking various social networks and paying a few bills, it hit me that I should start a blog.  It would certainly give me something to pass the Sundays.  I’ve always loved to write but my aversion to internet writing and my dislike of the word ‘blog’ prevented me from sharing with anyone other than my family and close friends. 

But this year has been a year of change.  A year of stepping outside the box.  A year of taking the old way of thinking and metaphorically bitch slapping it.  It’s a new year so why not start a blog…!?!