I was going to draft this post in Starbucks... but pants.
Friends: here I am, blogging before you, ashamed and
pantsless full of regret that I haven't shared my prose and problems in over half a year. Thankfully for you, not much has changed. So we can pick up right where we left off: the everyday
struggle journey of a 24-year-old fickle feminist who is exceedingly single, full of chaos and drunken Snapchats. She also may or may not be currently debating whether to drink a glass of wine or Nyquil before bed, but she
read on WebMD has the wisdom to know not to do both.
Despite not having posted since February I've somehow racked up almost 10,000 page views, which inspired me to reignite this passion of regurgitating my silly life through words and gifs.
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| Yep. That about sums it up. |
True to my commitment-phobe psyche, I bailed when things got tough. Though my relationship status hasn't changed, more importantly, my job status has. I started a new, incredibly taxing career (like, I could be a tea partier rallying for time & mental health instead of guns & neo-Nazism). It's incredibly fulfilling, I absolutely adore my coworkers and I'm making some fantastic connections, but damn, the nonprofit world is exhausting. Oh, and there was that whole cancer thing when I had my thyroid removed.
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| This could totally be a Death Cab album cover. |
But, unfortunately, that's life. And from what I hear from the village elders, it doesn't get much
sassier easier. It's funny how when we get stressed or overwhelmed, we cut out the things we need most: exercise, creative outlets, meditation, everything that's not chocolate... It's like we're purposely sabotaging ourselves. Let's make a pact to stop that, kay? After many snooze button assaults, I've finally found the time and adapted the habit of working out
before heading to Dunkin' Donuts regularly; now I can focus my energy on doing what I love,
judging people on Facebook writing and entertaining.
So now, more than ever, is the opportune time to over-analyze my life experiences, create pointless lists, fail at relationships and share all the details you.
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| Here's to poor judgement. |
See you back here next Monday.
Singly yours,
- Samantha Single in Cle
