New Name…New Me…

Yup, that is right!  My blog name has changed and I feel really good about that.  Over the past couple of months, I have come to realize that happiness is a constant state, one has to work at diligently to achieve.

And God knows, I have been putting in work these last couple of months.  Focusing on myself, my faith and my health has really helped me in turning the corner.  Also, it doesn’t hurt that I am getting more attention from the opposite sex these days (but that is for another post).

I don’t know…I just feel differently right now and for that I am grateful!

Seasons of Love – Repost….

When I need a pick me up or have had a bad day; I always turn to an old time favorite.  I LOVE this song, the message, the music, vocals are fabulous.  The message is so timeless; everyone needs LOVE and FRIENDSHIP no matter who they are.  I’m learning to measure my life in love everyday!  Please enjoy!

Time Does Heal All Wounds….

Time and distance are wonderful things. They actually make you start to realize the people you can and cannot live with or without. I realized this week, that while I needed to distance myself from a few people (for a bit of time)…you cannot cut yourself from the world and your friends permanently. This past week, has been great!! And I could not have gotten through it without my friends (and family)!!  Especially, the friend I blogged about a couple of weeks ago.  At the end of the day, I LOVE her like a sister…and God knows, my sister and I do not always see eye to eye on things.

While people definitely get on my nerves from time to time; using this space as an outlet is much better and more responsible than confronting individuals every time I get upset or offended by something. Hell, I know I am not the easiest person to deal with; however I am a good person.  I guess that is something that I have to remember about everyone else.  That deep down inside, they are all good people…even when they annoy the HELL out of me or piss me off!

Whoa…didn’t see that one coming…

So….in the past two weeks, I have gone from being single, successful and mildly unhappy woman to coupled, successful and really happy (with mood swings every now and then) woman.  The older man (he’s about 20 years old than me) and I made it official this past weekend; we are a couple!  And I have to say I have mixed feelings about the whole thing.  Part of me is really excited and ready for a great relationship, but the other part of me is really scared and wants to run the other way.

He’s amazingly smart, kind and gentle, however his age, personal baggage and lack of a car are areas of concern for me…but no one is perfect so I’m going to try to let myself enjoy this process and not over analyze everything. I’m also going to try and block out other people’s opinions (at least until I figure out how I feel about everything) because…

“Opinions are like assholes. Everybody’s got one and everyone thinks everyone else’s stinks“.

I was hanging out with one of my good friends last night and opening up to her about my new relationship (we’ve been dating for about three months now) and she was all kinds of negative.  She basically told me to run the other way, because she had a negative experience with an older man ten years ago (she’s about 10 years older than me).  Instead of being happy for me, she just kind of came in swinging.  As I drove home, I began to regret talking to her about this relationship…

I’m not a dumb girl living in la la land, my eyes are wide open…I’m going into this relationship with my concerns and he is FULLY aware of all my concerns.  He knows if my needs are not met and my concerns addressed then we will go back to go back to being just friends are nothing at all.  But I have to say, it’s really nice to have someone to talk to, go out with, and miss.  I haven’t missed anyone in a very long time.  Like when I’m not around him, I miss him, like I really miss him…and that’s when I knew I was really starting to feel something for him…

I think I’m going to stop telling people his age and just focus on him as a person.  I just don’t want to get into the whole May/December conversation anymore.  But on a brighter note, I have been going to mass more frequently and talking with God more.  I actually registered at a new parish and I look forward to attending their planned events.  I truly believe if this is going to turn into something special or long-lasting; it really needs to be blessed by God…

Baby Shower Overload…

I cannot tell you the number of baby showers I have been to in the last several months.  I feel like everyone and their mother is having or has had a baby recently.  Honestly, I really don’t enjoy going to baby showers; especially coed baby showers…because everyone brings their significant others and it turns into couples night out.

Whatever happened to baby showers being just a bunch of women, playing ridiculous (smelling the diaper, trying to figure out the melted candy bar or trying to guess the size of the mother to be’s stomach with toilet paper) games and oohing and awwing at the cute baby clothing and gadgets??

The baby shower I attended over the weekend, was a coed event.  YAY!  I typically never feel like the odd woman out or awkward in social settings.  I can always fine one person or a group to mingle with for the evening; however this event was different.  I watched closely and noticed that the couples traveled and mingled in pairs (and only talked to other couples either about their relationships, wedding plans, or the housing market, etc) and it was kind of weird.  Luckily, I found two women who left their significant others at home to mingle with.  They were both lovely and very entertaining.

One was married and the other was newly engaged.  Both women had interesting concepts on marriage and how hard it is or would be.  The married woman, described her first year as a newlywed as hard…extremely hard; which was fascinating to me.  While the engaged woman, was highly optimistic about being married, since she and her fiancé have lived together for years.  Long story short…my interactions at this particular baby shower reinforced my feelings against marriage.

As of now, marriage and a baby carriage aren’t in the equation for me.  Only God knows if they ever will be, but as I left that baby shower, I was so excited and glad to be single!  I also realized that I hate baby showers/weddings/kid birthday parties etc.  I hate shopping for them and I hate feeling obligated to go; especially when the mom or bride to be doesn’t attend any of my (single person) events.  Basically, I need to start saying no and stop feeling obligated to attend.

So, I am officially taking a sabbatical from attending such events…from now on…I’ll just send a gift.