As much as I dream of walking through an office, holding a stack of files while on my blue-tooth with a client, being the liaison between them and the company, and making things work, I really do wish to cast aside my old aspiration of office-professionalism to find a traveling job… if that makes any sense. It’s three in the morning and I’m reading traveling blogs and looking up traveling jobs that I could attain with my marketing degree, all the while contemplating the newest knowledge I’ve gained from reading “The Power”.
so I’m getting a tattoo on friday to represent my life-long commitment and bond with my tri sigma sisters and to celebrate my election to officer board. I’m the new educational director of the zeta-rho chapter and even though I really wanted to be VP, I’m still gracious that my sister nominated and elected me to this position because they feel as though I’m qualified to get the job done. I’m am so excited to officially begin my term and do whatever I can to help our chapter grow and prosper.
My big (who just finished her college career), my twin (and maybe my little) are all planning on getting matching tattoos. I’ve spent the last four hours searching for the perfect sailboat and I have finally found it and they’ve all approved it so I’m ready. We’re getting a doodle of a sailboat (our symbol) with “Ever Forward” printed underneath it, which obviously is our motto, and something that will continuously remind us to move forward and not look/let anything hold us back.
This will be my first tattoo, hopefully everything works out. (:
I surprised my mom by coming home yesterday and everything went perfectly! She had no idea and literally screamed at the top of her lungs as if she’d seen a ghost and then cried and hugged me so hard that she nearly broke me glasses while they were on my face. I’d say that operation surprise was a success. (:
So much of a success in fact that today I managed to weasel
I’m so happy to be home, everything is so relaxing and obviously, so familiar. That’s all we need sometimes.
I just want to travel. I dream about it, I talk about it, I research it, I think about it, I plan it, I save for it (unfortunately that doesn’t amount to much) but that’s all I want to do. I want to go explore sights unseen and grow from traipsing different worlds and practicing dialects. I swear to myself that one day I will take several months to myself, a loan out from the bank if I have to and just do my own thing with no regrets, but I guess that time isn’t now. I want to do it while I’m young, but I don’t have to be “old” until I’m fifty. I think I have years to do this, but in reality, once I am done with school, my opportunities are going to dwindle because I will become tied down to a jo and have too many real world responsibilities to maintain to just jetset across the country to chase my dreams. I understand that that’s what a midlife crisis is for - to finally do all of the things that you want to do - but I don’t want to have to experience a crisis to finally pursue my dreams.
I’m pretty close though. I’m studying abroad in Costa Rica this summer, or well, I am as of right now, but unfortunately things always change.
Ironically, I’m sitting in an airport right now. Waiting to go home and surprise my mom for Thanksgiving
You know what’s sad? When you have to start a completely new blog, I’m talking new account and everything because the people in your life won’t leave things alone. Or well, the people that were in your life. I don’t want to dive too deep into the subject, but just wanted to lay out a brief explanation as to why I’m starting from scratch again. Fingers crossed that I’ll update more than I used to. I need somewhere to spill my deep-rooted dreams and confessions and this might as well be it.