Done with cool.

I can't even begin to express my anxiety over this thing posing as a blog.

I remember back when I was really into livejournal and would be reading some of my writer friends' posts and the comments thinking "What does it matter how "tight" your post is? Or whether or not it finishes nicely?"

I guess they're the ones that were prepped for today's world of awesome blogging.

What it really has to do with is my annoyance with things like PERSONAL BRANDING and SOCIAL MEDIA and NETWORKING.

I hate that I use those necessary phrases so regularly. But it is what it is.

My younger brother has all kinds of teenage wisdom mixed with rap lyrics and threats like "Mothafuckaz betta think b4 they spit out my name" on his facebook page. And as much as i wish we could just say whatever we wanted when we wanted I had to be like "Two words, bro: Personal Branding"

He'd say that I was just like Dad, with my "planning for the future b.s." and "you've gotta think about your image" talk, but it's true.

The other part of me wants to fight against it, but I guess I'll just stick to private entries on my other journal and be done with it.

I wish I even had the time or the sense to really explore the need to be able to share and to want people to look in and know all that I might be thinking and wanting to say, but maybe everyone doesn't really need to know all of that, or maybe there's a way to maintain your "identity" online without starting to write for other people while also not writing things that could get you in "trouble".

Woohoo for exclamation marks in this post.

I'm babbling on and on and it's good for the soul. It's good for this post.

Hi, my name's Yvonne and I'm not a Blogger.

ha!

Please enjoy the photo.

Dream Job Candidate

So today I found what could possibly be my dream job.

At the very least, if you look at the items under "Qualifications of the Ideal Candidate" and "Desirable Qualifications", I want someday for all of those things to be said about me in when describing me in whatever role I end up in.

I've gotta learn Spanish.

Tired

To all of those out there who feel they are entitled. That they do not have to take anyone but themselves and their own feelings into consideration when they are stressed (and even when they're not stressed for that matter). That they can simply be excused for out-of-line behavior after the fact. That they do not have to be held accountable for their actions.

To all of you, I say, Go. Sit. Down.

You are not entitled to anything and you do not have a right to any of the above. The best lesson you can learn in life is not only the real meaning of actual hard work and sacrifice, but also acting out of humility and compassion towards others. (Which, we all know you've been totally excluded from learning since it's never really been expected of you and you've been allowed to get away with it.)

I am not expendable.

I am not here at your mercy.

I am not here for you to take out your insecurities, frustrations, powertrips and ego-boosting exercises on.

Call me when you can navigate a position that literally attempts to roll three different full-time jobs into one. Call me when you're in that position and can do creative strategic planning, relevant marketing, event logistics, damage control and encouragement among community members and frustrated, overworked coworkers and week and a half follow-up to about 40 new emails and 15 new calls received on a daily basis.

Call me when you do all of the above and make it look as smooth as Michelle Obama in a cardigan and cropped pants with flats.

Until then, please, sit your happy ass down and get back to work.

Ikea'ed Out

There's nothing like the feeling you get when you've screwed in your last screw, and if applicable, pushed in your last peg, in your Ikea furniture. My room is a total mess still. However! I am now someone who has their very own desk space, office space, art space, creative space in their bedroom.

No longer do I have to sit and stare at an old clunky, corner, shelved, large, not-good-for-this-space desk. And no longer do I feel compelled to pile and sort clean laundry and dry cleaning on top of said corner desk.

Ha!

Here I am

I'm new to the blog scene. Although they've been around forever, and I've been thinking about having a blog for at least a year or two, I'm still hesitant, apprehensive and maybe even a bit nervous about the whole thing. I couldn't tell you why, but maybe great things are about to happen.

I just turned 24. I'm working in a position that people twice my age have as their careers, for an organization that's significantly making an impact on a cause I care about most. My fiance (of five years) and I have been long distance for six months and are now pretty much on the rocks. I feel like I'm about to grab life by the balls. It's coming.

I've been through so much pain and beauty over the past few years. There's a swelling and rising I can feel, that can only burst into whatever the opposite is of a quarter life crisis when next August comes around.

And that's good. This is good.

I don't know what I'll do with this blog, but I'm feeling better already.