I worked in retail for 6 months. I had no experience in sales, and I had too much experience in schooling. Some may say maybe that’s not the best career choice for me. Yet, albeit how hard on the body it was, those 6 months were the most fun out of any job I’ve ever had.
In part it was because I was at the perfect age at the perfect store. It was at a successful local boutique that had several stores throughout the city, but still felt more like a local small business than a corporate conglomerate. And I was in my early 30s.
For the customers in their 20s, I was young and hip enough to seem like their cool older sister. For the customers in their 40s and above, I was mature enough to understand their tastes, yet young enough to make them feel younger themselves. And for women in my age range…well, I’ve worked corporate, I’ve traveled the world, I’ve lived in so many metropolises, that I am like the best friend in the dressing room that will tell you, “No, those jeans make your hips look wide,” or, “You will be able to walk all day in these pumps, lady,” and they know I’m right. The cherry on top of all this is that I’m a new mom, as are so may of the customers. And yes, I am well versed on what the problem areas are for a woman who carried a child, and how best to camouflage that.
I moved quickly through the ranks during those 6 months, and at one point, I thought maybe my dream is to own a similar boutique of my own.
But then I moved back to the East coast, and reality set in that retail just didn’t pay enough for the lifestyle that I wanted to lead. So I returned to my own field, and though I feel so fulfilled in the work that I do now…I will always look back on those 6 months fondly. Wow, what an amazing time I had.
It’s not necessarily the decor that I love, but the fact that peering outside the windows, I know it’s a city I’d love living in.
Husband asked me if I was excited and I replied I was more nervous.
So he said, “Why? What’s the worst that can happen? You get fired?”
“No, the worst that can happen is that they don’t like me!”
#mygreatestfear #pleaselikeme #leapyear
Cause I do.
I’m not Christian, or Catholic, or whatever religion there is out there that believes in God.
I’m not a disciple. I don’t read the Bible. I don’t set rules and regulations for myself (or others). I don’t post quotes from the Book on social media. I don’t shove my faith down people’s throats.
But I believe in God. I pray to him when I am scared, when I am confused, when I am sad. I thank him when I am happy, when things fall in place, when I overcome an obstacle. I have a private journey with him and I’ve never commented on it til now.
Cause I’m tired of people using their faith to be narrow minded.
I’m tired of people using their faith to judge others.
But most of all, I’m tired of people using their faith to be lazy.
“I don’t need to worry. I don’t need to plan. I don’t need to do anything cause I believe He already has a plan. I just need to sit on my lazy ass and He will work things out for me.”
No, honey. That’s bullshit. That’s a cop out. That’s a lazy person justifying their laziness.
Is there really a God? I can’t be sure. Does He really already have a plan for us? I can’t be sure. But I can be sure that if you continue sitting on your lazy ass waiting for a handout from “God,” you not only will never achieve anything great, you will never achieve anything at all.
Dragon (in bed in the dark) to Georgie: Don’t be a messy messy messy boy. Just clean up with a napkin.
Dragon: Why are our heads hard?
Me: Cause we’re really smart.
Me to Husband: Hey baby, (blah blah blah)
Dragon: Why you call him a baby. He’s not a baby, he’s Daddy.
Me: He’s your Daddy, but he’s not my Daddy.
Dragon: Yeah, he’s your brother.
It’s been a long time since I’ve even looked at pictures of Paris. Priorities are different now.
Sometimes, I’m sad about that.
1. I love airports. I love watching the planes come and go, the hustle and bustle, imagining all the stories the travelers can tell, from vacations to business trips to visiting loved ones. I even don’t mind the hassle of security checkpoints and rude TSA. So naturally, I also love this bird’s eye view of airports all around the world.
2. The first time I traveled to Paris, I did so alone, and it was incredible. I’ve been back since, and it was great in other ways (engaged!) but this New York Times article and particularly the following passage, really resonated with me:
“The question that bubbled up was not so much, Will I be back?, but rather, Could I bring back with me the feeling that I had cultivated here?”
3. This blog post on An Inch of Gray also reached deep into my heart. “I think years of busy-ness and scorekeeping and nurturing the heck out of small children somehow leave little room for thoughtfulness for each other. I think people are generally wired selfishly, and each day is a struggle against a me-first attitude. And our culture leaves us asking every day, “What’s in this for ME?” rather than “What can I do for others?” So when we feel spent, as we often do, we don’t go around looking for ways to serve our spouse.”
This is a constant struggle in my marriage as well, both of us working so hard in our respective roles that is difficult not to ‘score-keep,’ due to never fully understanding what the other goes through on a day to day basis. Anna’s article reminds us to put our mundane bullsh*t aside (well, not in those words) and stop only worrying about what’s in it for ourselves.
4. On a lighter note, check out this on the Bold Italic. Right before I read this, I ran to the store that is literally next door to my place to get some coffee beans. But in order to get there, I have to walk through THE BIGGEST wind tunnel EVER, and I cursed under my breathe every step of the 20-step way. Reading this made me feel a lot better. So I’m not the only person who ‘can’t with this wind.’
5. Mother’s Day is this weekend (the second one I’m celebrating as a mother!) and oh, #16, you are speaking to me, aren’t you?
You know you’re in a bad mood (thanks SF public transportation!) when you go to the animals Pinterest section to cheer yourself up and all you can think is, “Your pet is ugly, why are you on Pinterest.”*
Then I saw this list on Buzzfeed and ok, my faith in humanity has been restored, a lil’.
And THEN, I saw this:
Sometimes, when even puppies and kittens aren’t cutting it, all you need is a really mean joke.
*Disclaimer: NO ONE’s pet is ugly, the only thing ugly around here is my mood.
1. Sunset at Ocean Beach on Easter Weekend. To me, Southern California beaches are for fun, and sunbathing, and water sports galore! And San Francisco beaches are where you go to write sad poetry. Even on a clear day, I can’t fight the melancholy.
2. First time to San Rafael. Though it’s less than 20 miles from the Golden Gate Bridge, it feels like a completely different world. Cue, wild turkeys.
3. I love a good list of recommended books to read, but please, it’s 2014. Stop recommending Hunger Games. Chances are, people have heard of it by now. It just gives me the impression that you don’t read a lot.
4. When I read style posts, I tend to gravitate towards layering, like this outfit for instance found on Happily Grey, or this leather and lace combo over at Penny Pincher Fashion. But when it’s actually time for me to get dressed, I realized that when you’re running after a toddler all day, tucked in shirts are the bane of my existence.
5. Reading If I Stay by Gayle Forman, and tears! They don’t stop coming! Looking forward to following it up with Where She Went. Maybe I’ll write a post on it if I can wrap my head around the whole ‘sacrifice’ versus ‘choice’ theme. Why is it often the YA novels that have such great impact?