I can only be the best version of me (and other ways to get my ass out of bed)

I find it a little disheartening that sometimes the only way I can get my feet out the door and to the gym is to go on Facebook and stalk all the pretty girls who are blowing up my newsfeed with their gorgeous faces in pictures. I feel so awful about myself that I decided to do something about it and go work out. This is messed up right? On the bright side, at least it’s productive.

There’s a quote that I always find on Pinterest that says don’t compare your everyday life to someone else’s highlight reel. As good of information this is, it’s hard not to compare yourself with every click of someone’s Facebook page.

The way I see it, there are two options.

1.    I could stop going on Facebook. But I don’t know how else to waste precious time (just kidding, yes I do) or

2.    Instead of being motivated by seeing a lack of a quality in myself when I see a glimpse into other people’s lives, maybe I should just be the best version of me.

This is elementary at best Watson, but it’s a lesson I constantly forget. 

Imgur, you make me want to be around babies!

Why are babies the funniest things in the world? I just want to watch this baby all day. Those silly faces. He has no teeth. This is too much.

The orginal post on Imgur can be found here. 

It's Friday. Yay.

High School Notebook

Back in high school, my friend Heather and I would write in a notebook and pass in back and forth throughout the day. Most entries were about boys and crushes and our various sports teams. I also came across my journal from when I was 14. Beside from my atrocious spelling at times, I was way too precocious for that age. Although most of every sentence revolved around whatever boy I had a crush on at the moment, it was fun to remember some day to day activities I recorded but had forgotten as the years went on. I also had a lot of doodles and drawing of Fall Out Boy and scenes from The Office. Good to know somethings never change with time. 

A few entries that made me laugh out loud:

·         So what if he doesn’t like me, he’s dead to me anyway.

·         She’s going out with him this weekend and I hate her for that.

·         I know I may like a different boy every week or so, but my love for Clay Aiken will never go away.

It’s good to know that my writing skills have improved and that my obsession with boys has mellowed to an adult level of actual relationships.

On a side note, the auto correct on my phone for jeggings is keg gong. Love it. 

Some sort of witty title to draw your attention

It’s 8:51am and I am finishing a bag of pretzel m&ms. I feel asleep last night to a dream about being neighbors with Beck Bennett and he came over for pizza and we watched a movie. In one day I watched 12 episode of The Office. Some may say these are warning signs of a mental breakdown. But really…I’m just getting back to everything that makes me happy. I’m tired and annoyed with being tired and annoyed so I decided to change it. I don’t really feel like putting up with shit that does not better me or make me feel joy.

So I’m back to running on the regular. My body could not be happier for the freedom to run and stretch again. I’m working the way my brain needs, with constant distraction of things I love so my mind doesn’t ballet plie into darkness. Giving up pop because it’s bad for you, and also because I read somewhere that a soda a day is the culprit for gaining a pound a month. Woof. No thank you. Water is my homeboy.

Updates:

• ·         Learned to moonwalk real nice like
• ·         Bought a pair of jeggings. It’s like jeans are my friend now
• ·         Bought more tights. No real pants for this lady
• ·         It’s a day closer to the weekend
• ·         Go watch every YouTube video of GoodNeighborStuff. Funny and smart stuff.
• ·         Panic at the Disco’s new album came out. The new video is…….well….hot.

Being an adult with goals

It’s really strange to be at this age when everyone you’ve known since they had braces and pimples are getting married. It comes in waves and autumn is definitely a peak season for getting hitched. This is not to say that I am not staying away from social media to get away from the endless pictures. Quite the opposite actually. I enjoy looking through everyone’s happy day’s pictures. It’s an oddly detached event. In some ways, I still wake up thinking that I am 13 years old and have a basketball game after my Social Studies test. To see everyone growing up is amusing. I’m sure I’ll eventually get used to it. I mean, I am moving into an apartment with John a week from today, so I might as well find a pair of well-fitting adult pants. I mean, for heaven’s sakes, errbody be having babies and walking down the aisle, and here I am just discovering the amazingness that is Netflix.

In other news, I’ve been reading this great book called Finding Your North Star and yes, it’s as much of a self-help book as you’ll ever run across. It’s absolutely amazing. It’s a book that actually tells you how hard reaching your goals really is. It’s about working hard and continuing to work hard. Nothing in life is just given to you; it’s the product of dedication and persistence. One of the exercises is to name your three Wildly Improbable Goals or (WIGs). You’re supposed to think up goals that seem almost impossible. So these are the three WIGs I chose:

·         Get my first novel published by a big publishing house

·         Get down to a size two

·         Get hired at Nike’s Headquarters in Portland, Oregon

These definitely seem impossible, but the book says to write down these goals and then just start working your ass off toward them. Mmmmkay. Here goes! Get ready for me adulthood and dreams!

New life aspiration

I know it’s not much, but one of my life goals is to get really good at moonwalking. Beside from being able to communication with people, I think moonwalking is an essential life skill. 

Blergh

It’s bad enough it’s nearly impossible to get out of bed most mornings. Today, this is the only thing on my mind.