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.