For the heartbroken

Breakups sure do screw with you. I’ve went from having an entire apartment full of my stuff to having just a lil room. My life got turned upside down. It’s been quite a ride, and sitting back thinking about it all, grateful is what I feel. I’ve been able to make wherever I live comfortable, homey and, most importantly, me. Frequently, I have thought myself out of self loathing, and found new meanings to things. I am one of those hopeless romantic types, and with that comes great heartache. I have lived a version of my own hell, and made my way out a bit taller.

It’s never too late to find yourself and discover what you want. Make the best out of situations, and don’t lose sight of what’s important to you.

Hey, we all have those moments where we feel our whole world is crashing on top of us. Grinding teeth, shaky hands, and stuttering words are side effects of shit hitting the fan. I am no stranger to tough emotional times–just like everyone else. I think it’s important to remember that you’re not in it alone. You are not the only person feeling tragic and hopeless. And guess what? You WILL get through it. I promise you. Lame as it sounds, time will make things better. Perspectives will change. You’ll start to feel stronger. The little things will become more important. Life will be enjoyable again in ways you thought weren’t possible.

For me, my head and heart are constantly fighting. I actually have dreams of me shouting at myself, “Stop caring!” I often wonder if it’s better to be smart and protect your heart, but then I wonder if it’s better to love hard even if you might get hurt. It’s a predicament that I’m sure many can relate to. Heartache sucks ass. Big time. Even if you allow yourself only a week or even a day to feel sad, that week or day will be the longest and suckiest time you’ve had in awhile. Guaranteed torture. Like rib stabbing torture. Heartache is heartache–no matter how long it lasts.

The conclusion I’ve come to, at this moment in my life, is that feeling is the most important thing to me. I want to feel it all–happiness, excitement, flattery, pain, heartache, disappointment…As long as I know I am living out every moment, I’m okay with the fact that afterwards may not feel as great. I guess I’d rather love than to not love. I’d rather hurt after a heartache, than not have that love in the first place. Give me pain if it means I can feel love.

This is it, the end of college. Shit. I mean, hooray!

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“I should ask them for a ride,” said the girl from my class as we were walking out of the building. She was talking about a pickup truck stopped at the stoplight  with 4 rowdy college boys in the bed of it–no tailgate. I laughed. (It’s one of the first nice days after dealing with yucky winter, so as you can see people were celebrating.) Then the next moment she is running across the street to really ask them for a ride! After a little budging, 3 guys inside open the doors and let her jump in. I laugh again in disbelief–mostly at the fact that she literally just jumped into a truck full of people she doesn’t know. (Now I know you may be thinking that a girl getting into a car full of strange guys isn’t the smartest, but keep in mind that this happened in broad daylight and Spartans tend to generally see the good in people.) 

After the light turned red again, I crossed the street and preceded to walk to my bus stop across campus. Along the way I couldn’t but help but think about that girl. Not that what she did was a bad or dangerous decision, but that I wish I could be as spontaneous as that. I would never do something that crazy and out of the blue. I mean, I do do spontaneous things sometimes, but never have I decided something that quick! That truck was waiting for the light to turn green. When I saw them, my only thought was “haha that’s funny.” While, this girl was already thinking about running over and asking them for a ride!

 

Lately, I have been searching for some inspiration.  Finishing up my last semester of college has got me seriously freaking out about the fucking future. I’m graduating from a Big 10 University, and I STILL don’t know what I want to do when I grow up. My plan was to have this figured out by now. It’s only been this last year that I have actually begun to enjoy my major. So, what should I do?

No idea here.

So. That is why I am searching for some inspiration. I need to find out what makes me excited about life. What makes me passionate. I have began to feel a lot of inspiration and passion for a business of mine, but I’m looking for even more. I’m looking for a  new mindset, and a happy balance in life. I know whatever journey I am about to embark on is not going to be easy. The lost and wandering college grad doesn’t get it’s bad rep from nothing. But, I’m actually excited about this part of my life. Now, that statement might totally bite me in the ass here soon, but I’m keeping an open mind.

So, back to the girl who jumped in the truck. She reminded me that life is about living! I gotta get out there! Too often I find myself cooped up not taking any risks. AND I’M SO BORED. Not to say that my life is boring, but I am bored with doing the same ol shit sometimes. I’m craving something brand spankin new, even if it scares the poop out of me.

Netflix, it’s been real. But I’ve gotta cut down our chill time. It’s not you, you’re great. Seriously, great. It’s me…