Not to sound like a total downer but is there anything less obsession-worthy than being back to reality? I submit that there is not.
I know, I know. Woe is me. But in all honesty it’s probably for the best that I’m not on a perma-vacation from work and life and all that jazz. Turns out schedules and deadlines kind of help me to thrive. Also turns out I’m incapable of staying awake past 8pm.
So even though I kind of feel like this lady:
I also know it’s good to be back in a routine and the jet lag will eventually subside. The memories are priceless and I wouldn’t trade them for the world, so that’s keeping me motivated to push through the week (and look! It’s already Wednesday!).
What tips do you have for getting back to real life? Let me know in the comments — I could surely use them!
Our first seven days in Ireland have had their fair share of ups and downs, but as I’ve learned from the Irish to say, “It’ll be grand” and “We’re not here for a long time so might as well make it a good time.” These also remind me of a family favorite saying, “If you’re not having fun it’s your own damn fault.”
Quotations aside, we’ve done a TON of learning and laughing along the way from Dublin to Killarney, the Ring of Kerry and more. We have just a few precious days left here and I know we’re both trying to soak up every second of it (even if it means the 6:45am alarm comes way too soon).
From remembering my Grammy’s passing to my eldest niece starting kindergarten on Monday and tomorrow’s 24th anniversary of my dad’s stroke, it’s been quite the emotional adventure as well. I couldn’t be more grateful, though, to spend the time with my mom in her parents’ homeland and with unforgettable memories in the making.
So, that’s about all I’m obsessed with this week. No breakdown of the four top things, because I could hardly choose from the live music to my bag being returned to the stories to my bag being returned… well, you get the idea.
If you want to hear God laugh, tell Him your plans, right? I’m going into my 12th hour of travel and have only made it to Chicago. Same for my mom and she’s JUST getting off the ground from Orlando.
Our destination? Dublin, Ireland! The luck of the Irish might not be on our side today but I have high hopes the delays will make the destination that much sweeter.
Tomorrow is the 10th anniversary since my maternal grandmother passed. I was studying in Ireland at the time and didn’t make it back for the services and to be by my mom’s side. So while my genius idea to take Magz to Ireland for Grammy’s angelversary has gotten off to a rocky start, I have every hope that the next nine days will be incredible.
May the road rise up to meet you 💚🍀
If you woke up today and thought it was Tuesday, then you and I have at least one thing in common. If you waited for your bus near a mountain of shattered glass thanks to a failed coffee shop robbery, then we’ve got at least TWO things in common!
At the risk of sounding like Jeff Foxworthy’s classic “You might be a redneck” spiel, here are some other highlights of my (our?) day:
- A phone talker sat behind me for the commute
- I banged my head while moving seats away from said phone talker
- I banged my head while putting my sneakers on at my desk
- I used a shower post-workout that didn’t have soap (the next stall did, thankfully!)
- I had three separate conference room issues with clueless people
- A phone talker sat behind me for the commute
- I answered grammatical questions, then was ignored because the answers weren’t to their liking
- I got home after a 13-hour day and banged my head on the cabinet door
Aside from needing a helmet, here’s what else I’m tryyyying my damndest to focus on:
- I’m gainfully employed in a role I love 90% of the time
- The perks of a shuttle, gym, and shower are priceless
- Meeting room etiquette basically doesn’t exist
- I have a home to go to and retreat from loud people on phone calls
- I’m not the idiot who half-heartedly stole a safe from a coffee shop
There, I feel much better. Don’t you?
I thought I was having a bad day when I woke up late, got some upsetting news, ran to pick up a custom item that TURNS OUT wasn’t ready for pickup, and a homeless man yelled at me for not taking my headphones off (because he was yelling at me).
Then I saw a woman full on face plant while stepping off the bus and I remembered San Francisco kicks all kinds of asses every single day. Mine is not special.
The shining bright light is having a circle of support I can lean on and turn to when I’m feeling low. They lift me up from the proverbial face plant and remind me what truly matters: family, friends, faith, self-care and wine.
Cheers to that!
I’m mostly over that silly little existential crisis I mentioned last week, except I’m not getting enough sleep and am still overcommitting myself. Live and learn? Ha!
In true frazzled fashion, I haven’t managed to put together a thoughtfully curated list today. I thought about it, don’t get me wrong. But somewhere between meetings and workouts and social activities and deadlines, all I’ve managed to come up with is this: some links to bangers.
Your ears will thank me, even if your eyes don’t. A double Cyrus shoutout, what could be better?
Another Wednesday is upon us and I swear it was just July 3rd about 30 seconds ago. Is this a symptom of getting older? Time flying by faster and faster until I wake up one day and I’m 80?
Existential crisis aside, the past week has treated me well. I’ve celebrated my own birthday and my dear roomie’s; I’ve been in the throes of planning a big campaign I thought of; and I’ve felt the love from many, near and far.
So why muck all that up with some silly little obsessions? Here’s a song I can’t stop replaying for some reason. Thanks, Google Play Music: You really know how to find a girl’s weakness.