Sentimental Holiday Stuff & Things

I am not sentimental, romantic or overly emotional. It's just not in my makeup. So here I am, listening to Celine Dion (No joke) to help me get in the mood to write about some sentimental emotional stuff.

So it was Thanksgiving last week, if you hadn't noticed. I'm sure everyones pants did. Anyways, I'm always a thankful person. Whenever I catch myself being sad about not having the latest gadget, or not being able to buy a new handbag when I want I remind myself of those who have so much less than I do. I remind myself to be thankful that I can afford food everyday, health care whenever I need it, and that I have a wonderful apartment to go home to every single night. I hope that I will never get on the bandwagon of "I need more money so I can have better things than everyone else". Truly all that I ever want and need are the three things I've already mentioned...and just 1 more.

This year, I was thankful for a new addition in my life. I think you know who it is. He's kind of hard to miss at 6'4". I've written a lot about how stressful trying to relocate is, but I think I make it hard on myself. I have this mentality that I have to do this by myself because I've always had to do things by myself. I don't have the luxury of a supportive family as most do. I know that I could call, but I also know the answer would be the same as always "oh thats too bad, best of luck." And then there is Drew. He actually wants to help me. Has offered more than once to help me out, to which I always reply no I can do this on my own. It's like a built in automatic response. Here is someone who is offering to help me out without me even asking, because he wants nothing more than for us to be together and is willing to do whatever he can to make it happen. And then there is me, being an idiot making my life harder because I don't want to feel like a failure or lesser person for not handling things on my own. Sometimes, I suck. And so, I am thankful for Drew. Not only for loving me unconditionally despite my stubborn tendencies but also for wanting to be there for me because he loves me. Now I'm crying. Fuck you Titanic theme.

Let's change tunes.

Here is my only Holiday shopping score.

(CamelBak Annadel Running Hydration Pack)

Kind of excited. Adds about 3.5lbs of weight but it really doesn't feel that bad. It's sits higher up on your back so you barely notice it.

Hope everyone has a great week! It's so tough coming back from a holiday...

Cheers!

Marisa

Back As Fast As Lightning!!!!

Whoa! It's amazing what can happen once the creative juices start to flow. So I was all worried that I wouldn't have this done by this weekend and here it is Thursday and I'm writing a new post! May still need to do a few tweaks here and there but right now I"m pretty content with it. 

Alright, so I was all worried about what I'd write about now that I'm not  single anymore, but then I realized that I would be doing a whole bunch of fun things in a new city and traveling quite a bit and lets face it something interesting allllways happens when you travel. So I've decided to dedicate my blog to the travels, trials and tribulations that accompany a long distance relationship. Obviously this will just be another chapter of my blog as I don't want this relationship to be permanently long distance, but for now I have every confidence that I won't run out of material while it is. So welcome back to those that have been here a while. I hope you enjoy the new and (somewhat) improved site! And to those stopping by for the first time, welcome! Not sure what this post is all about just peruse through the last month or two of posts. Should bring you up to speed.

Cheers!

Marisa

Coffee and Toast

Sounds boring right? Black coffee and toast. Dark dry drab blehhh...sounds like routine. Boring corporate routine. I always envision some banker or old timey sales guy reading the Wall Street Journal drinking coffee and eating toast before grabbing their briefcase, and heading out the door to some boring cubical job. I never wanted that to be my morning. Well in my vision it's always a dude, but my point being I never wanted that to be my morning with my significant other. 

I have all these ideas of how I want my life to be. I know that I can be a little OCD. I clean to de-stress, and I enjoy dumping out my change jar and counting it and sorting it for fun. While I've had many a random crazy adventure in my time, as you've all read...they're just that. Random crazy adventures. Then they end, I write about it, have a laugh and move on. They didn't fit my idea of how I felt my life should be, how I should meet my significant other, or they didn't do what I thought my significant other should do. I always told myself that it'll all fall in place and he'd be perfect and everything would be according to my plan. This idea I had in my head, if I just believed it and persevered it would all turn out. 

But what do you do when something shakes your belief to the very core? When something as simple as  coffee and toast forces you to question everything you once believed about yourself? Do you keep persevering as you always believed you should or do you re-evaluate? I mean after all it's coffee and toast, not champagne and caviar. Doesn't seem like enough to really throw you off balance or question everything you thought to be right for you. The plan you had laid out for yourself. 

This coffee and toast though....this coffee and toast is different. This coffee and toast was the best coffee and toast ever, in fact the best breakfast ever, the best entire morning ever. Best mornings ever. I tend to be a very rational analytical person. I always force myself to take a step back and analyze. Sometimes this is a great asset to have and sometimes, okay almost always when it comes to the love/romance department it is anything but a terrific asset. So I did. Take a step back, look at the facts. Was this really that amazing of a breakfast? Or are you just playing it all up in your head because it's been a while since you've sat down and had a real breakfast with someone? You know actually conversed over coffee shared a laugh, planned a day? Think girl, think because the last thing you want to be is a hopeless romantic lunatic spouting Shakespearean sonnets over some GD coffee and toast. 

I don't have a clear cut answer yet. Things aren't always clear cut, nor easy. I do know this about the coffee and toast though: it was truly amazing. The best. Super awesome fantastic. There is no doubting that. Does it go along with the plan I had laid out for myself in my head? Not at all. Despite all that, I'd be a dang dirty liar if I said mornings like that, day after day after day, wouldn't make me happy. And in the end isn't being happy all that matters?