New Year's Resolutions

I turned 27 yesterday. Yay!!! 30 is right around the corner. I'm not as afraid of 30 as I was just 2 years ago. Turning 25 felt like a death sentence. I spent most of that day pining over the loss of my early twenties and dreading the impending doom of the years to come. I felt unaccomplished and sad that day. And I must admit, 26 didn't feel that much better. But 27 is a good feeling.


Now, the title of this post may seem a little odd since new year's is still 3.5 months away...but I gave up making new year's resolutions a long time ago. They are much like rules, you know, made to be broken. And so rather than break yet another promise to myself I resolved only to make resolutions when the time felt absolutely appropriate...and that time is now.

So...here they are...in no real order...


*** Keep in touch with my friends... This past week-end I attended my friend (and sorority sister) Kim (and her husband Christoff)'s celebration of their recent nupitals. They were married in Germany in May and threw a similarly large celebration here in the states. AMAZING time. I saw so many people I hadn't seen in ages. My friend Jeanette (my travel partner to DC for the reception) and I hadn't seen each other in nearly 2 years. Facebook posts aren't going to do it anymore. I'm talking post cards and cards on birthdays and actual gift(cards) at Christmas.

*** No more emotionally unavailable boys. Enough said. No more boys that remind me of my ex. I seem to have a type and it's not a good one.

*** Get a better "type"

*** Be nicer. Wait, who am I kidding. I just became a badass. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that I'm going to soften the edge a little. I'll try not and make boys cry...often...as often...

*** 5:30 AM gym time. No exceptions. Not even those calls that come closer to that time than a time that would have been reasonable. Not even hangovers...overnight guests...a big day the next day. Nothing. That's going to be my time. And the only way that works is if I'm there.

*** Listen to music that actually classifies as music in past decades. This means more old school, like Marvin and Tammy and the Supremes...less "Gucci Bandana" and the like.

*** More smiling. It's too cute to keep all to myself. However, just because I smile more doesn't mean I want you to come talk to me...because this will lead to a breaking of the aforementioned resolution of not making boys cry...as often. I'll have to be rude.

*** More real TV. And less reality TV. I watch a good bit of news and so forth now, but I have become a reality TV addict. It's probably because I don't really like people...well, at least the being around them part....and you know, its hard to observe human behavior without actually being around humans. So, as a consequence of my solo-ness I've resorted to watching what passes for appropriate in-public behavior these days on Bravo and MTV and VH1. I'm going to do better...

*** Drink more water...eat less sugar.

*** Lose the last 10 pounds. This is toughie. I don't know what my body wants to hover around a weight that I'm not at all happy with, but it seems to have found a place it likes. Well, it's got to move from that place. NOW.

*** This is huge...grow my hair out. *gasp*. I know...I know. I think I miss it.

*** Find the job. In the location. Sooner rather than later.

*** Post to my blog more. I know you need this folks ;) You people are like fiends for the next dose of the banana humor aren't you???

Later...

Live Your Life

I have a lot on my mind. Usually this is a good thing but lately my mind has been...cramped...clouded...full to capacity with so many things that I can't sort anything out. I feel as if I've been walking around in a haze. I just wish I knew...you know, what was the most pressing thought. Then I could start with that one and move on the next most important thing...and so on. But no, each thing seems as important and pressing as the next. So here I am, with a head full of thoughts and plan to process them all.

We talked on Friday. About the whole non-committal sitch that is quite possibly the longest faux relationship in the history of faux relationships. How I managed to get myself is beyond me. I'm not that type of girl. Well, I mean clearly at some point I was. But that was then. Now that I'm an official badass (this new haircut I'm sportin' is my license to break b!&$hes...which is what you need, of course, to be a badass) being that girl doesn't fit. So, we talked. And I need to preface everything I'm about to say with this: it wasn't intended to be a convincing talk, as I've long since done away with the idea of commitment, at least for the time being and for the purposes of my current situation. That said, it was an...interesting, yes, interesting and unproductive talk. Not that I expected it to be much else. It did however provide new and entertaining explanations for my list (more on that later). I've all and given up on the idea that one day this will be something more than what it is. That doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt though. Because it does. It's hard to see and think and feel the way I do and not be able to let that out. It's even more difficult to accept that I'm the person to blame for letting this go on this far and for letting myself feel as I do. I wish I could blame the other party for at least some of this, but the honest truth is I can't. It's all my fault. I've failed at the only thing I really needed to not fail at...especially at this point in my life...which is keeping my heart safe. No one will ever do as good of a job as I can or will at keeping this battered little heart safe and protected. It's taken quite a few beatings, more than should ever be experienced by any heart...let alone one that gives so much more than it will ever get back. It loves in a self-inflicted trauma unit. Each bruise taking it closer and closer to the edge, only to be resuscitated and brought back to suffer though more of life's bullshit. It's basically torture. But I have to do it. have to keep loving and caring for as long as I can. Who knows when those little electric shock things won't work...and I can't save it. And then the very best part of me will be gone forever. So, as long as I've got it...I'll love this way. But times running out...I can feel it.

I hate being a failure. And what's more is that I failed at making you see what is so clear...how amazing and, dare I say awesome, I am. I know I can see it...and others can too...but in all my attempts to frame it differently so that you too can see it, I've forgotten that you weren't even looking. I reiterate...this is my fault. But did you ever want to save me from myself? Ever think that maybe despite what you say that your actions are speaking something completely different??? I know that words speak louder. Words cut deeper that knives ever could and bruise more than any fist. When there's one of those unnecessary touches, like when hands touch at a time when they didn't really have to...all of that goes completely out the window. I guess I'm going to have to save myself this time. I mean, its possible of course...since not all heroes where capes.

That's all for now...well, except for this...

Maybe its me/Maybe I bore you/.../Baby when I used to love you/There's nothing that I wouldn't do/Went through the fire for you/Anything you asked I'd do/But I'm tired of living this lie/It's getting harder to just slip by/And I realized that I just don't love you/[Boy] like I used to...

It's true though, I don't. And if I were you and you were me you'd understand why. That is of course assuming you knew which you I was talking to. Ha, ha...how you like them apples???