tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4176937124787018702024-03-12T23:30:39.242-07:00Rachel MetzA broad being herself hoping to inspire with her stories.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-38089125611890233462014-07-14T14:01:00.000-07:002014-07-14T14:09:53.627-07:00What just happened?Life got crazy.<br />
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Over the past couple months, I've played multiple roles that I never thought I would at 24...not bad roles but just ones I didn't think I'd take on until later in life. In the many moments of the hectic-ness, I felt lost, overwhelmed, scared, irritated, happy, sad, disturbed, content then frustrated. My moodiness was all over the place but the worst emotion that went through me and I've never processed before was feeling melancholy.<br />
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I would wake up and not care what happened throughout the day, check out from emails or responsibility when it wasn't really an option, not work as hard, make excuses to not work, put my dreams to the side, stress about the rug being crooked in the bathroom or the house being too hot then hide in the bed under a sea of covers and pillows.<br />
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I never have not cared and in that moment, that terrified me. I'm Rachel, I always care...I care too much, I care too hard, I care for things that aren't my place to really care about and care for things that I shouldn't even care about! But now when I write this, it was a break that I needed - melancholy saved my sanity (weird I know). It made me realize that no matter what insanity is going on or how much I've buried myself under or how busy work is or how work isn't going my way or how my dreams aren't progressing as I'd like, sometimes you just have to relax. Don't take things on that you don't need to and let life happen, don't take other people's responsibilities or actions on as your own and try to correct them. I would stress out so hard because of how I saw life and other people's lives, actions and experiences and try to mold them into what I believed would solve everything.<br />
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What the heck is that?<br />
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I soul searched a lot recently and have shifted my energy into an adult mentality of relationships, career, passion, ideas, life, dreams and visions that have genuinely scared me to the bone. It's weird growing up then realize your growing up...for example, Tickle Me Sweet is my first business for baking but now I don't know if that's what I want to do the rest of my life. I have minimized contact with some old friends because I'm not at that stage in my life to invest so much into relationships where nothing is returned or emotionally gained for both sides. I have focused on health and have stopped making excuses of why I have no time to take care of myself when I should put myself number one.<br />
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So what just happened?<br />
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I stopped caring for a moment and it propelled me into this maturity reality slap of how I needed to reassess where I was on my list. I've never put myself number one because I stacked other minuscule cares, worries and concerns on top of that to not really face what I needed to. So what just had happened was I moved myself up to the top spot, started to focus on things that I've been too scared to really admit to myself and am actually going to correct in my life.<br />
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Adulthood trips me out sometimes.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-25218199586462949972014-06-04T12:27:00.001-07:002014-06-04T12:39:47.754-07:00FEAR.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most of the time I look at my blog and am disappointed with myself. It was something I started with the intention of being like every other blogger I looked up to - crazy, right? That eventually changed and this became my little honest nook to share with the world but that has been lost recently since I've been full of self doubt. I have come to realize that I can't keep comparing myself to other blogger's popularity, the comments on their posts and social activity they have on Instagram. I need to just find myself and be me, so here's a start.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One full year. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shouldn't a lot happen in a year? Shouldn't I look back and be in awe of everything the has developed or come out of it? Shouldn't I have something to show for it? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I thought I would be consistent with my dreams, relentless with my new ways but fear is all that's shown it's face in this last year. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fear to pursue what I know I can, fear to put myself first for once in my life, fear to not be caught up in someone else's drama to realize that life is good, fear to accept that life is good, fear to chase and get to my first big goal I've set for myself, fear to actually be close to attaining that, fear to fall all the way in love, fear to be positive about myself, fear to accept that someone actually wants me as their partner in life...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm fearful and am trying to come to terms with how much this last year has shown my hesitation with letting the good happen in my life. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I always hid behind facing the truth by being a follower and not a leader. With this one year mark, I've realized what a waste that had been and it pushed me back into my shell while I readjust to being a leader for once in my life...I'm not quite sure if I'm ready for it. Not quite sure if I'm ready to peak my head out, see, accept and embrace what's going to be out of my shell and take the lead for once. Find myself, find my path and dominate it.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-45174256857812810612014-05-19T11:31:00.002-07:002014-05-19T11:33:44.290-07:00myMindisFull Monday's: The Funk<u>My Mind is Full Monday's - May 19th, 2014</u><br />
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Famous words used by us all at times that we can't describe what the hell is gong through our minds, our bodies and our lives. That's how I am feeling lately with a lot of things but something I've really been practicing is...<br />
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When starting a company, it's so easy to get wrapped up in someone else's middle and sit back in discouragement. "How the hell do I get there, why am I not there..." but you can't compare your beginning to someone else's middle.<br />
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I've also learned it goes the same for your personal life...<br />
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"Why don't I have this or that, how come they are so popular, what am I doing wrong, why am I not more social or personable, when do I get that success?" You can jam so much in your head that makes your trip up when you haven't even pushed yourself to start. From starting a company, finding a new hobby, a new career or starting to work on yourself to become a better human...you cannot compare your beginning to someone else's middle.<br />
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Keep grinding your hardest with tunnel vision on whatever goal it may be. I still get tripped up but when I trip, I laugh and take it as a lesson to be learned and spin it into something positive.<br />
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I may not be the most personable human.<br />
I may be an inverted awkward broad in social settings.<br />
I may be starting a company that's not where I want it to be right now.<br />
I may look at Beyonce's calmness in the elevator and say damn, that's how it's done.<br />
I may look at myself in the mirror and see impatience pouring out of my skin but I have learned...<br />
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Don't kill yourself over what you see as small progression or the time it takes to reach a goal, know that you are one of the few that are actually following a goal you have set for yourself and are pushing your comfort zone to the side.<br />
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So that "funk" that we got isn't really a funk at all, it's you pushing and growing into the human, career, goal achiever you never knew you would actually pursue and be. You got this, we got this - let's do it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-60983256782892427612014-04-28T14:50:00.002-07:002014-04-28T14:52:29.247-07:00myMindisFull Monday's: Adult Growing Pains<div>
<b><u>My Mind is Full Monday's - April 28th, 2013</u></b></div>
Starting a business makes me feel like I'm in kindergarten learning how to write but I don't even have teacher over my shoulder helping me or grading my work.<br />
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As most of you may or may not know, I am a baker and dessert table designer who is planning on being the Beyonce of that area but right now I'm feeling like a Michelle (sorry Michelle #youreasurvivor). There is so much to learn and so many different articles to read about starting a home-based baking business - it's all super overwhelming. </div>
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I feel like throwing in the towel most to times which leads to me continuously justifying my procrastination. Why do I procrastinate? Because I'm scared.</div>
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You know all the things you talk about doing but make yourself busy with survival mode so you don't actually do them? That's what I did consistently but for a while now that excuse has been one that I'm not allowed to use (entered embarrassed emoji here)...I took the leap of quitting my full time job and dedicating myself to <a href="http://www.ticklemesweet.net/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"><b>Tickle Me Sweet</b></span></a> but I'm scared shitless. I'm scared to succeed, terrified to fail, always wondering what possible customers are thinking about my business, consistently thinking about why I'm not getting as much work as I thought I was going to, worried about how my creativity will come off (been there done that to people), doubting my talent, feeding my fears and stressing out about getting all the proper licenses, permits and certifications.<br />
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I realized that being scared is just adult growing pains that will eventually fade but suck at the moment you have them. I'm sore mentally by stretching my motivation, drive, determination, goals, dreams and following my passion. I also realized by consistently thinking of all the negatives and why my business isn't working - I'm attracting all the not's, won't's and blahs to myself and my passion.<br />
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I have to endure the growing pains and know that they are only temporary if I force through them. The more I hold back, the more they will linger because if you are stunting your own growth...who else is to blame?<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-46047439953315104092014-04-14T12:28:00.001-07:002014-04-14T12:28:57.113-07:00myMindisFull Monday's: Looking Back<b><u>My Mind is Full Monday's - April 14th, 2014</u></b><br />
LA chewed me up, spit me out and threw up on me last year after I quit my job. LA is for a lot of people but not me...it was fun for the nine months I lived there but let me tell you, that was all I needed.<br />
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I started working at a fabulous company with all the best looking humans I've ever come across. I worked from the early AM and stayed later than I needed to then after, would do the LA scene until I had work the next morning (most the time I would come in with a bun and no make up on top of being late when I live thirty seconds from the office).<br />
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I was your typical hot mess of a twenty one year old broad coming into LA thinking I was the shit.<br />
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Wrong, gosh so so so wrong.<br />
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Everything I thought I knew went out the window in a matter of seconds. What I thought was going out was amateur hour and so was drinking, the friends I thought were cool I couldn't talk to anymore because I was so wrapped up in being a follower rather than a leader to the new group I was introduced to.<br />
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One thing that stayed with me was my work ethic - I worked my ass off and never missed a beat. No matter what the circumstances were I always went above and beyond making sure everything was set to go and every detail was taken care of.<br />
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But when I wasn't working, I was a hot mess. I was being young, dumb and learning life as it unfolded and when I look back, I never saw it as that in the moment. I beat myself up consistently for being how I was or looking back at what I did the week prior - I regretted it all.<br />
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I had a million and one, "what was I thinking, I was that human, what the hell?" moments after I quit my job and moved back in with my aunt. My life was slow motion compared to the fast paced LA scene and I wasn't sure how to adjust.<br />
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...until now...I look back at all my memories, hang overs, bruises, scratches and red lipstick on my walls and think how lucky I was to get the "crazy years" out in nine months. I see people that I used to hang with and they are in the same old rut, doing the same old party scene and not pursuing much outside of that and that's just not me.<br />
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I have a bigger dream and while it may not be the picture perfect white picket fence in LA with all the celebrities, paparazzi and fame...I still have a dream that I am so stoked on.<br />
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LA didn't teach me much but to grow up and get out. It also taught me that some people are completely content with the life they have of partying and working a full time job just for the weekend but what LA also taught me was that I wasn't that way, I wanted a more subtle dream and that my dream was fine and I didn't need to follow a crowd...I could stand on my own and that was okay.<br />
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Remember: NO MATTER what your dream is, don't downplay it and act like you don't have time for it or not try to attain because it isn't the "cool thing" to do...I'm telling you once you decide to pursue it, it will be the most freeing feeling.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-57926507775299544912014-04-07T17:31:00.000-07:002014-04-07T17:52:25.829-07:00myMindisFull Monday's: The Bump<u>My Mind is Full Monday's - April 7th, 2014</u><br />
As I sat on my bed, staring at my rug that had a bump in it because I was too lazy to go out and buy the rug slip to prevent that from happening; I realized I had brushed the "going out" for something for a couple months now.<br />
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I feel like for the last couples months I've let a ton slip up (like my rug) because I was too lazy to go out and fix it. I was so comfortable not blogging, being wrapped up in someone else's problem, making excuses for my work focus being at a low, ignoring my family and not reaching out to my friends that when I woke up and had a huge "oh shit" moment...it was almost too late to fix it.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">....you know</span></i> the "oh shit" what have I been doing moment? You can have them at any time - some people have them five years into a shitty relationship, some have it when they realize their workout outfit is terrible or that they've had something in their teeth during their whole date - you can have them whenever, where ever...they are relentless.<br />
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I had mine when I woke up and turned over to the man I love who lifts me higher than anyone ever has and started to tear up. I had been SO moody lately that when I saw him sleeping it made me realize that that probably was the only time he was at peace being next to me because my emotions weren't eating his face. I had a lot of internal things I wasn't dealing with so they dealt with me and still handed me a pile of dung at the end that I had to sort through anyways. I had to take a moment and reread the post I wrote a while ago about <a href="http://rachelmetz.blogspot.com/2013/11/mymindisfull-monday-excuses.html" style="color: blue; font-weight: bold;">shoving things under your life area rug</a>.<br />
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After having my moment and no one was in the house, I physically got down on the floor of my bedroom and pulled back my rug that's had a bump in it for quite sometime and just laid there. You read it right - I just laid down and stared at the ceiling. I let whatever was under my life area rug come up in my soul and I let it go by breath (which was hard because I wanted to punch and kick some of the stuff that was under there).<br />
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After laying there for a while, I felt a new kind of freedom when I smoothed my rug back down. I felt like I was smoothing my life area rug too (again), I felt like I accomplished something more than lifting up and putting down a real rug. The bump was gone on my floor and so it was in my emotions.<br />
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When all the bumps were smoothed out, I had to go out and get the slip for things that I've let slip up so that it didn't happen again. I reached out to my friends, kept pushing myself back into a positive mentality and stopped the pity party I was throwing myself, I texted my sister and messaged my grandma, played longer with the mini human I love and stared longer at the man who makes me feel whole. I started practicing giving myself more credit for things that I downplay and put a halt to the nonsense I was feeding myself. I really kicked <a href="http://rachelmetz.blogspot.com/2014/03/my-mind-is-full-mondays-no-more-bull.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b>my inner roommate</b></span></a> out and smiled.<br />
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The bump is gone now it's breaking the habit of seeing the bump and smoothing it out when it comes up again that I need to practice. I'm not perfect but I'm trying to practice what I preach.<br />
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Happy Monday, hope you enjoyed this one.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-83965559921456691492014-04-04T12:07:00.002-07:002014-04-04T12:09:10.274-07:00iDream of: Baby Shower GoodnessA LOT of mini human's are about to enter my life and one of them my good friend Amy is bringing into this world! Little does the mini human - her mom is a Tiffany Co. fein, soccer playing, Nike loving tomboy with fabulous hair and high end taste for purses and interior design. So as I am dreaming of a baby shower for a tomboy, I wanted to share five things I believe every baby shower should have...<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-87447372882339181592014-03-31T20:38:00.000-07:002014-04-07T17:52:35.093-07:00myMindisFull Monday's: No More Bull...<u>My Mind is Full Monday's - March 31st, 2014</u><br />
I realized I've only been posting these Monday posts but that changes this week - I promise.<br />
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I feel like right when things are finally grooving when following my dream, some kind of test always pops up (hey, that's life right?). Whether it be doubt consuming me again, getting a part time job to pay some bills even when I've preached not to do it, taking care of the people I love and pushing my dream to the side since that's priority, my gun-ho dwindling then realizing I'm slipping and getting sad about it...it can be a plethora of things at any given time obviously. BUT the given time seems to be when I'm feeling super stoked about how pursuing my passion is going.<br />
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Lately, I've been a royal baby and making excuses for the things that I've let lack in my life from family time to focusing on baking - I've excused it all. Sorry to be blunt but it's time for...<br />
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<u>I'm tired</u>. I'm pass the point of exhaustion but I've let that take over my life, love, happiness, energy, focus, drive, motivation and surpass my limits on all fronts of my life. I hate the person who I've become lately and I'm ready to kick them out of my life.<br />
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I'm ready to ask my mental roommate to get the hell out and that's why I wanted to write. We all have that inner roommate that feeds into EVERY SINGLE ONE of our insecurities, fears and doubts - that is why we talk ourselves in and out of things all the time (or justify things that happen in our lives or sulk in things that do or don't happen).<br />
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You read that write - we have to talk ourselves in and out of decisions, we weigh our options and ask our own selves what the hell to do then have a mental argument about it then decide which side wins.<br />
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I'm exhausted by my inner roommate, are you? Let's kick them out together, let's not give them 30 days notice and just evict their asses.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-22163487733231187032014-03-17T12:11:00.000-07:002014-03-17T17:40:57.458-07:00myMindisFull Monday's: Snuggle Tighter<u>My Mind is Full Monday's - March 17th, 2014</u><br />
I didn't realize when I was child why I loved cuddling so much, why I always wanted my back tickled or why I wanted to have my door cracked at night before bed. I didn't realize that I wanted a connection with whoever was in the house, that<b> security </b>of waking up and seeing my door cracked knowing I could run out and jump in bed with my dad or brother at any time.<br />
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I didn't realize why I needed that, why I still need that...until now.<br />
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I realized that my getting the back tickled security was replaced as I got older by me working three jobs at all times. I was too old to request a back tickle or to cuddle up with my siblings, that didn't fly anymore. Working became my security, survival mode became my security.<br />
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Isn't that crazy? You have these things you love and cherish when you are young then you adapt, mold and grow when you age and then working becomes your security YET it's a catch 22 some days when you hate your job and then we are left to figure out how to fix that. Geesh, thanks life.<br />
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As I am still new to pursuing my dream and being my own boss, my security has had to come from something different since I put that working/survival mode aside completely. Can I be honest? I still don't feel secure, I randomly cry when I don't have a reason and I get a pit in my stomach out of no where and up until now, I had no idea why that was happening. I figured out it is because that my "working/survival mode" security is gone and it's hard to not go back to that. I want to run back to three jobs sometimes and barely pay my bills while working forty hours a week, isn't that insane? I thought since that security was gone, I had nothing.<br />
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Then I realized that I do have a security it's just reverted after deciding to pursue my passion - I'm five years old just in a twenty three year olds body with this new journey - my tickle my back security is alive and well again. I am always asking my boyfriend to tickle my back every night, to snuggle me a little tighter and catch myself waking up to move in closer to him like I used to when I was five with my parents. I didn't want the love to stop, I didn't want my security blanket to fall off me, I didn't want to not feel a connection with a human who has such a large impact in my life (a mentor if you will).<br />
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I went from tickle my back as a mini human security, to money money on my mind security back to the most important security again - that I know now as affection.<br />
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My security will always be snuggling a little tighter - whether that be taking a nap with my favorite mini humans, hugging my grandpa with all my might, staring at my dad like the world's stopped as he laughs at the dinner table or asking my man to tickle my back all night.<br />
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I didn't write this to be mushy but just to simply say - snuggle everything in your life a little tighter, be a nice human and do good to the world. Find your voice and do what you love even if you feel lost because I promise you that you will succeed if you are persistent and know what your security is - no matter how simple or extravagant it may be.<br />
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I've felt lost for a long time but have found my path finally and am accepting that I need affection on the way down it to help me stay focused, know what you need and don't reject it - embrace it with open arms and a tight snuggle.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-48293669586618423492014-03-03T10:05:00.000-08:002014-03-03T10:08:24.111-08:00myMindisFull Monday's: Take it Easy<u>My Mind is Full Monday's - March 3rd, 2014</u><br />
As I sit here with my morning coffee while I paint my toes, I look out to what I get to call my backyard after the rain has cleared and took a deep breath - I am blessed. We are all blessed...but we are all completely (for the most part) stress cases at one point or another in our lives.<br />
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That's something I've had to learn and work hard at because it is easier said than done. You can waste negative energy on something that will come and go so much more easily than on being positive on what you have or what you are grateful for. Isn't that strange?<br />
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I feel as human beings we have been wired to compare ourselves, battle with our insecurities and down play our triumphs. We have a catch 22 when it comes to being happy - we are happy then realize we are happy so we must find something to bring us back down if even for a moment...or you are happy then you find something to stress out about and you're back to this negative realm that is your comfort zone. Now this could be just me but I've seen it too many times with so many others to think I'm alone on this one.<br />
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Another thing I've noticed is how people get so stressed about what they cannot control whether it be the weather, something someone posted, something someone said, if it's windy, how someone else's life is, how good they have it, how fake they may be or whatever judgement you may pass. You stress out about what is not in your control, isn't that strange too?<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-14013727170706184842014-02-25T17:44:00.001-08:002014-02-25T17:44:15.436-08:00myMindisFull Monday's: Taking ALL the BlameI wrote this yesterday but was pretty intimidated to put this part of me out there for all you to see, this is a different side I'm sharing with you.<br />
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<u>My Mind is Full Monday's - February 24th, 2014</u><br />
I have pursued another dream I have of becoming a youth speaker and am speaking at New Discoveries for Youth this Wednesday to at-risk teenagers about my experiences with hardships at such a young age and how to overcome them.<br />
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Which led me to this...<br />
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A lot of you say I'm "so honest and open" but most of you don't know that I had a pretty rough upbringing and if it wasn't for my dad and my <strike>step</strike> mom...I don't know where I would be.<br />
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So I'm here to open up a chapter to you guys, it will be short and sweet - promise.<br />
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<b>Chapter 1: Taking ALL the Blame</b><br />
<b><br /></b>Only a few close friends know the details of my childhood but long story short, my biological mother is no longer in my life because of her alcoholism. She chose addiction over her relationship with her first born - me.<br />
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For a long time, I took the blame for how my mother was. I was her parent and had to grow up so quickly to be able to handle any chaos she decided to bring into my life. I put a lot of pressure on myself from eight to thirteen years old until I moved in with my dad and my step family. When I moved in with my dad and step family, the first thing that was told to me was that "we don't do drama or lying" and that's what my whole life was. So there I was, thirteen, confused, sad but liberated to not be a punching bag for my mother anymore.<br />
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I still put all the blame on myself around that time for how she was and the fact that she was even worse when I left her until one day my dad filled me in on the truth. I won't ramble too much but I was basically brainwashed to thinking my dad and step family were the most evil beings on the planet when the court papers spoke the complete opposite. My world was flipped. It helped me have an epiphany that I can't change my mom but I can give her an ultimatum. So I said, "get help or we don't speak" and I haven't spoken to her since. Maybe once or twice to see how she is but never to be fully involved in her life.<br />
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As the years went on, I took that and turned it into something positive. I started to not take everything personal, stopped playing victim, I deleted the word step from my vocabulary and stopped referring to anyone as "step" in my family. I am okay with how things are with my biological mom and even more grateful for how my life is with my family. You can't waste your time thinking about helping someone who doesn't want to be helped, you can't control that person's thoughts, actions, words or life...and you can't blame yourself for how they are.<br />
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There you have it...the first chapter - you can only control your mind and how you decide to spend your life. Happy <strike>Monday</strike> Tuesday guys, remember to know you can only control you...not the weather, not what day it is, not other people's actions or why they do them.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-6183516565571072132014-02-18T11:32:00.002-08:002014-02-18T11:35:42.203-08:00myMindisFull Monday's: Outside BSI'm turning Tuesday into Monday but just for today.<br />
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<u>My Mind is Full Tuesday {just this once} - February 18th, 2014</u><br />
I take full responsibility for my moody actions and as much as I'd like to say that they are completely justified, they aren't in the slightest.<br />
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I look at stuff I shouldn't, people's pages I probably should never visit, look into the past via the wonderful world of the web, compare myself to bloggers with thousands more followers, women who have made it and are successful doing what they love, insta models and their bodies, Beyonce every second of every day, look at other people's instaLifes and woo, ahh and get jealous over them. I'm guilty, I'm SO guilty of letting outside BS dictate my life and my mood. I'm also guilty of letting that BS slide under my skin.<br />
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Why? Well, the problem lies within myself and that's hard to actually come to terms with. I allow it to bother me and I've come to realize that they are all utter unnecessary influences that I bring into my life COMPLETELY on my own.<br />
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I bring it on myself by taking a look, a gander that I think won't bother me then it upper cuts me and breaks my jaw and/or makes me want to punch the person I'm stalking. I ruin my own day - way to fucking go Rachel, way to go! I lose my motivation and inspiration, the smile I had on five minutes ago was ruined by looking at <a href="http://instagram.com/abikiniaday">A Bikini A Day instagram</a>, their bodies, bikinis, butts and their boobs. #nohate #dothedamnthinggirls<br />
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I compare myself constantly to people I love (like Beyonce) and also people that I can't stand. I look for entertainment then it kinda stings a little too once I realize what I'm doing.<br />
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I'm guilty, guilty, guilty.<br />
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So why am I writing about this? Because I've decided to make a vow to stop the nonsense, stop feeding myself to the outside BS and start being confident, secure and loving who I am, how my life is and looking at what I do have rather than kicking and screaming internally of what I do not possess or how retarded other people are.<br />
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It's so easy to concentrate on the crazies, the drama that is happening via social media, the lives people portray they have but in all reality are just trying to portray something they wish to be like (not all but many), the past that gets posted, the photos that shouldn't have been up and people talk about because it is all at our fingertips! I know I'm not the only one, I can say that with 100% confidence. But by giving yourself into the outside BS, you lose yourself completely. When you dabble into this, you are automatically focusing on what you do not have, gossiping about someone else who posted whatever or you are living in the past and you are enabling yourself from moving forward...or at least that is what I've learned. </div>
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I'm going to stop stopping myself from being in the past and looking at the outside BS, I'm here now with a wonderful life no matter how rough it may get. I'm me and living this life for a reason, instead of trying to control how it's going to go - I need to embrace and stop making comparisons. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-5758617616531966112014-02-10T11:28:00.000-08:002014-02-10T12:17:23.127-08:00myMindisFull Monday's: Creating Your Own Happiness<u>My Mind is Full Monday's - February 10th, 2014</u><br />
I feel like I'm back in school. You know...when you had a lesson in each subject you were taking each week? Well last week I was put to the test with the famous "creating your own happiness" dealio. <br />
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Only. You. Create. Your. Own. Happiness.<br />
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Six simple words that I never really practiced up until now - literally yesterday.<br />
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You see, with this whole pursuing becoming your own boss, starting a company and trying to gain clientele it can really beat you down and make you take it out on people that you love or maybe the part time job you are working. For me, it makes me super moody when I feel like I want to retreat back into my comfort zone shell and I'm internally pulling myself out of the shell but at the same time trying to crawl back into it.<br />
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So with this catch 22 comes my moodiness that makes me over analyze every single thing thats in my life and well lets just say, I become an uncalled for royal brat. In my head, the world is out to get me when I start that battle of internal push and shove so I look at every single detail of any and everything that comes into my life. I inspect it, break it down, tear it apart, slam it back together, rip it in half then blame the person sitting next to me for breaking it and start to cry. {equivalent to a three year old} While I do this, I have this one human in my life that listens to all my bullshit, wipes the tears from my eyes, deals with my mood swings, lets me be dramatic while never becoming moody themselves but once I think I'm making such a good point to why they are in the wrong and I am justified to have a pity party ...they said, "only you create your own happiness".<br />
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Strangely, it hit me like a ton of bricks.<br />
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Right when they said that my instant thought reaction was, "but you are the one that makes me happy..."<br />
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Then came the wow Rachel, you hold other people accountable for your happiness.<br />
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I sit and wait for someone else to come over to the mess I made and cried over to clean it up, fix it and hug me. And we all know that's not how life works...<br />
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Now maybe some of you have known that or have experienced that before but I'm twenty three and I just learned this lesson. I've always known about it but never had that moment of happiness clarity.<br />
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I hustle in so many other areas of my life to keep me busy that once I have a moment of silence, I look for someone else to keep me busy...aka leaning on someone to make me happy so I don't need to think or try since I use the excuse, "I don't have time for this" so often.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">What are you going to change this week? What are you going to make abundant in your life that you may be lacking? Let's chat rmetz28@gmail.com </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-76916564256662298422014-02-03T12:33:00.000-08:002014-02-03T12:34:48.165-08:00myMindisFull Monday's: Under Pressure<u>My Mind is Full Monday's - February 3rd, 2014</u><br />
Over the last couple of weeks, I've really let the idea seep into my head that I should stop baking, stop blogging, stop trying to inspire people and start working a full time job. I wanted to share this moment because I feel like this is my lowest point thus far on my #yonceallovertheplace journey and I don't want to sugar coat anything to those who read, follow and support me.<br />
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This shit is hard, real hard.<br />
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I find myself in a constant battle of my comfort zone love for the survival mode and the "turn into Beyonce with whatever I decide to do" passion I have coursing through my blood. The battle is between keeping a positive mentality and putting negative, unworldly pressure on yourself.<br />
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Lately, I've put myself under so much pressure that I snapped.<br />
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I had enough - I sat and cried, literally acted like a family member had died, curled up in a ball on my bed and pretended I was tired to hide from the world, didn't want to move and didn't want to open my eyes. I'm telling you I could have won an Oscar with the way I was acting - girls don't do it, it's not cute.<br />
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Anyway through that entire Oscar nominated performance, I couldn't shut this voice up that was in my head saying, "what the fuck are you doing? This is what it has come to? No money and you think that's the end of the world. Get up, who are you? Why are you doing this? Get to work! This isn't who you are, don't settle. Why are you even thinking about giving up?" I couldn't ignore it no matter how hard I tried to talk my desire and drive out of my body. My mind finally upped itself and screamed some sense into me - GET TO WORK...so I started with organizing my life...starting with my closet. Hey, it's a step out of my dramatic "my world is going to end" moment.<br />
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While cleaning, I started to think about how much I beat myself up and why I put so much pressure on myself. One main reason is I don't get paid for this "work" I do and that is a HUGE blow to my ego after the type of income I was making last year at my survival job. So I made a mental pact with myself that whenever I get down about money, I just think about Beyonce saying...<br />
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"All these people on the planet working 9-5 just to stay alive</div>
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The 9-5 just to stay alive, that 9-5 just to stay alive</div>
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The 9-5 just to stay alive, that 9-5 just to stay alive</div>
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The 9-5 just to stay alive, that 9-5 just to stay alive</div>
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All these people on the planet working 9-5 just to stay live, how come?" </div>
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...in Ghost and imagine her shaking my head while she's saying that with her beautiful, fierce face all up in my grill. When I imagine that, I remember that I am doing this to leave a legacy and that it is going to have it's up's and down's but I need to power through them. AND that I am not doing this for money as my end goal.<br />
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Back to my Oscar nominated break down...as I said, I finally cracked because the pressure was too great for me to handle and the worst part about it all? I put myself under that pressure. Why do I put that pressure? Well...maybe it's because I have five million ideas in my head and get side tracked, maybe it is because I want to be the best at everything I do but I spread myself far too thin, maybe it's because I beat myself up to the point where I have personally lowered my own confidence and self esteem, maybe it's because I don't even know if this blog will actually accomplish what I see in my head that it can, maybe it's because sometimes it takes money to make money and I don't always have money after deciding to be my own boss or maybe it's because I haven't mentally become a BAWSE.<br />
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I feel that a lot of people experience this "what the fuck" battle with themselves when they reach the real point of completely pursuing their dreams and leaving the survival life behind them.<br />
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That is where I stand and after a couple days of being handed Oscars left and right - I slapped myself in the face, made myself get a grip and decided to share this with you.<br />
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Remember why you are pursuing what you love, have confidence, stick through the bullshit, be your own human, be a nice human, do not be so hard on yourself or you will screw up more {trust me} and don't give up no matter what - YOU GOT THIS.<br />
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I'm not here to be a fashionista, popular blogger - I am here to inspire people. I want somebody to say, "Because of you, I didn't give up." That is what I am here to do, what are you here to do? Tell me, rmetz28@gmail.com<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-84981992331809033272014-01-13T12:53:00.002-08:002014-01-21T12:44:41.929-08:00myMindisFull Monday's: Tomorrow<u>My Mind is Full Monday's - January 13th, 2014</u><br />
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<b>Tomorrow</b> has been a favorite word of mine for quite some time now but I no longer want it to be a part of my vocabulary!</div>
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Some examples I've listed below but let's be honest, we know I could write a million of them:<br />
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My diet starts <i>tomorrow</i>. </div>
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I need to go to the bank <i>tomorrow</i>. </div>
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<i>Tomorrow</i>, I'll wake up early.</div>
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I'll go get groceries <i>tomorrow</i>. </div>
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For some reason, tomorrow has gotten under my skin. I don't like tomorrow and I don't like that I use that to enable my procrastination, if I say tomorrow...I most likely didn't give it a time...so if it doesn't get done then.......whoops.<br />
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NO! Wrong Rachel, all wrong.<br />
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I wrote a while back about how we all have excuses {read it <a href="http://rachelmetz.blogspot.com/2013/11/mymindisfull-monday-excuses.html"><b>here</b></a>} and obviously never followed through with that post 100%. I had an epiphany yesterday that I've been saying "tomorrow" for basically my whole life and then some after I wrote that post, congrats to me?<br />
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I told my boyfriend that I wanted to get up early "tomorrow" and snoozed my alarm until 11 AM. When I woke up, I was so frustrated with myself that it put me in a foul mood. Between you and I, I'm already a bitch and a half when I wake up so I was like a bat out of hell times ten when I rolled out of bed. ANWAY! I felt useless, I just kept thinking "you said tomorrow you'll wake up early and you couldn't even do that, what the hell is wrong with you?" It ate me alive <u>all</u> day so much that I couldn't shake myself out of my bad mood. I took it out of my cake pops, my oven, the dishes, my errands I had to run and my rushed schedule all because I couldn't wake the hell up. I even gave my boyfriend the silent treatment for no reason but the fact I was a grump because I was beating myself up.<br />
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Then my boyfriend said something so simple that changed my whole perspective on how I've been acting lately. He said...<br />
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Babe, thank you.<br />
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I've realized that tomorrow has been a word I use because I am afraid of commitment, terrified of failure and I don't want to do something and it not have an impact on anything or anyone. I get scared of what people think when I post up something about my blog on my instagram and since I'm not half naked doing duck lips, people unfollow me.<br />
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THEN I ALSO REALIZED - what would Beyonce do?<br />
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Did she make her album according to what people like? No.<br />
Did she say tomorrow about her album being out? No.<br />
Did she tailor her visual album to appease people? No.<br />
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Beyonce doesn't do things tomorrow she does them now and in a moment's notice, she doesn't do things to please people, she doesn't second guess herself and tell her assistant to move it to tomorrow {unless it's a lunch date with Mrs. Obama that had to be pushed to tomorrow because she had a concert to do and can't meet her until she flies her private jet back to have some girl time, then there is a tomorrow}. But you know damn well that she does everything and anything that's on her list and in her head in an instant.<br />
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I use tomorrow because I second guess myself, I try to please people sometimes and I don't want to be looked at in a weird way for trying to become a boss on my own and leave my legacy.<br />
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I have crazy dreams, high hopes, detailed visions and burning desire to accomplish it all and then some. Tomorrow is now a thing of the past to me and I am doing it now, today, in a moment's notice and right at this second.<br />
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You see, I thought I was dialing my mentality in and I was getting a hold on things with pursuing my passion, not worrying about the how and focusing on the what....but I had this little comfort zone word of "tomorrow" that kept molding my mind, business and visions on hold. Now that I've recognized this, I am going to pull my hand out of the fire and solve my problem.<br />
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Goodbye tomorrow, hello right now.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-61975517227192959282014-01-12T19:11:00.000-08:002014-01-12T19:13:34.910-08:00Super Hero Birthday to the Rescue<div>
I had so much fun creating this Super Hero dessert table for Super J, hope you guys enjoy!</div>
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You can do so many things with these jars! Here are some examples from other blogs:</div>
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Put your spices in them! by <a href="http://simplethingssweetlife.blogspot.com/2011/09/miniature-jar-candles-become-spice-jars.html">Simple Things, Sweet Life</a></div>
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Use them to store your q-tips and cotton balls! by <a href="http://www.restorationbeauty.com/2013/04/repurposing-candle-jars.html">Restoration Beauty</a></div>
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Or use them as make up organization! by <a href="http://www.moderncommonplacebook.com/used-yankee-candle-jars/">A Modern Commonplace Book</a></div>
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I've been missing my ladies a lot lately, what can I say? I have some badass women to call my best friends so it made me dream up a perfect night in to celebrate Valentine's day at the same time. I know it's far away but hey, 2013 flew by...<br />
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....and that's it. Keep it simple! Be present and let you and your girls do what you do best - be a hott mess from the comfort of your home...well at least that's what we are good at, oh and laughing until we practically pee ourselves.<br />
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<u>My Mind is Full Monday's - January 6th, 2014</u><br />
I should be asking myself and you guys what our New Year's resolutions are, right? What we plan on doing and sticking to for a couple weeks or actually accomplishing all the way through, the gym memberships we buy, the vitamins we plan to take, the cigarettes some plan to put down and the sweets {NEVER!} people will put aside.<br />
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That's the norm...but you don't come here to read this for the norm and I sure as hell don't write the norm - well at least I hope I don't.<br />
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I can sit here and blow smoke up your asses and tell you how I plan to work out every day, eat healthy all the time, cuss less, watch more documentaries, hike more, get up and get ready for the day rather than stay in sweats while I work from the computer. Yeah, I could totally tell you that and those are things I would love to do but in reality...I'm a procrastinator and I like napping.<br />
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So rather than making a New Year's resolution that once I fall off the wagon I feel like an even bigger pile of crap; I asked myself, "what are you going to do that your scared of? And you will ACTUALLY DO."<br />
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That led to a new found mentality that 2014 has brought upon me, "wait, why the hell not?"<br />
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Why the hell not stay consistent with my blog, baking, diy-ing and instagramming sweets? Why not? Sure they don't get as many views as I'd like but I'm doing this because I love it, not for the double taps and the internet popularity. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">{guilty: I have to remind myself of that quite often} </span>Remember people: double taps and followers ain't dollars so don't get so discouraged like I have been.<br />
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Do it because you love it, the rest will follow!<br />
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I am here to tell you I am going to be scared in all I do because it's new, it's different and outside my comfort zone but hey...<br />
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I am obsessed with doing DIY's and surprising the people I love any way that I can. So when my boyfriend was away on a trip, I obviously took advantage of putting a little something together to remind him just how much he means to me.<br />
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I am pretty over the cliché "52 Reasons Why I Love You" with the deck of cards so I put something similar together....this isn't super mushy, girly or romantically overwhelming for your significant other.<br />
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You will need balloons, paper of your choice, markers, scissors and tape.<br />
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1. Choose how many balloons you are going to do and why<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I did 23 for the 23 years I can't believe I went without him - can you say drama queen?</i></span><br />
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2. Write as many reasons as balloons you've chosen and spruce it up with some color<br />
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3. Tape the reasons to the balloons<br />
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4. Optional - you can add a note to explain what the surprise means before they see it<br />
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You are all set for the surprise, let them walk into it and see what happens next.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-79356747904148926672013-12-23T21:32:00.002-08:002014-01-21T12:45:05.877-08:00myMindisFull Monday's: Looking Back<u>My Mind is Full Monday's - December 23rd, 2013</u><br />
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Not that this is something new that no one has ever heard of before but I decided to look back at 2013 today and can I be honest? I laughed, blushed, cried, got pissed, wanted to punch my stupid car I can't even pay for anymore, thought about emailing some old bosses to tell them to be nicer human's and to reach out to the friendships I've let slip by me when I was <i>so</i> self consumed in my survival mode, kiss my parents and tell them thank you, hug my sister and brothers even though they wouldn't know why, wished for my Grandma back, found myself wanting to sit, cut chunks of brie with my Grandpa who's beanie is never on quite right, wanting to throw my baking pans for all the second guesses it made me do and hug the man I love for coming into my life in the middle of it all.<br />
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2013 wasn't my finest year - I didn't become famous or have a viral video hit the inter webs, I didn't have the life changing job that I thought I did, make the money that I planned, I complained all the time and I didn't make time for a lot of the people that I love, I didn't have the best intentions in the beginning of the year and I didn't have my head on straight. But is that why you're reading this? For the did not's, could have's, should have's that could go on for<strike>fucking</strike>ever? To relate to failure and lost opportunities?<br />
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No, we need to focus on that brighter side of all our self destruction.<br />
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So screw the negatives and the "didn't" s...what is your bright side?<br />
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This year beat the hell out of me, it broke me down then half way through picked me up, decided to help me put my boxing gloves back on and give me the opportunity to turn it around and make it say "no más" like Duran did in his rematch with Sugar Ray.<br />
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I learned to actually live on my own and function, I learned how hard it was to survive off of not pursuing your passion and putting survival mode as my number one, I put money ahead of everything, the wrong hustle in front of everyone, flaunted a $25 shirt like it was Chanel and my $15 boots I've had for years like they were my Jimmy Choo's to fit in, I let myself fall completely in love and gave my heart to the man who opened my eyes to putting action to my true desires, I took a plummet financially and still am, I found myself again through the rummage of what 2012 left, I dealt with feelings I've suppressed for quite some time and am still sorting my way through, 2013 brought me into the flip side of the dream I thought I was living but hey, I'm the happiest I've ever been.<br />
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We focus so hard on what didn't happen, what should've happened, we take the mistakes we made personal rather than taking responsibility and making a change - we leave that to our "New Year's resolution." We have two options in my opinion, we can cry over spilt milk and just watch it sit there and rot or we can clean it up and put it in a larger bowl to fill.<br />
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We need to realize we are greater than what pulls us down so quickly, that we are blessed even when we let our bad mood's eat us up, we have to start realizing the potential we have rather than the "just a little more" feeling...we should want the MOST.<br />
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Like I said this isn't Earth shattering but I am happy and hope you share with me the bright side of the shadows you may think you live in.<br />
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So thank you 2013 and to everyone who actually reads my blog, here's to kicking 2014's ass.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-30123734827039532262013-12-16T18:51:00.001-08:002014-01-21T12:45:05.843-08:00myMindisFull Monday's: The Fear<u>My Mind is Full Monday's - December 16th, 2013</u><br />
I need to stop thinking the whole world is out to get me.<br />
I need to stop being moody for no reason.<br />
I need to stop "doing things I hate" as Gary Vaynerchuck would say.<br />
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I can sit and think of a million things, reasons and made up words to describe every excuse of why I haven't pursued my passion with every fiber in my being {I know, I know I fucking preach about it on here...we will get to that later} - my fear, my fear holds me back completely. And even though I know that - why don't I do anything about it? #1 because I'm a retard and #2 because I don't want to fail.<br />
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Now how in the world will I ever get shit done that way? Oh yeah, I won't.<br />
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Amongst all my excuses, they all end up with me being moody at the end of the day and thinking that people are plotting against my demise when I haven't even started the damn thing. {Random but give me a sec and it will make sense} Beyonce's visual album came out and I shit you not, it completely slapped me in the face. It's like she walked over and whipped me with her weave to wake the hell up. I also saw her front row in concert and I was hoping she'd see me in the crowd and adopt me.....so since that didn't happen, I just listen to her album, watch her videos and act like she texts me on the daily about her album sales and update my boyfriend like we are BFF's. #yonceforever<br />
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ANYWAY! Since I saw her in concert, seeing every light blink, flames come out, her voice, her talent, the outfits, the way the stage is laid out, the order of her songs, the people on her team, the fans there for her - it made me realize, she had to have felt this way at one point or another and she surpassed it. She probably Yoncéd all over it and shoved it to the side then kept on keeping on with her bad self. She had to have used her fear as her fuel.<br />
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I took a break because I got sidetracked, I didn't want to blog and fail at being a "popular blog" or "popular honest blogger" because when it comes down to it - this is what I want to do for the rest of my life and it's scary to confront the failure and use that as fuel, to not give up, not disappoint your dreams and the people in your life. I want to use my words, my stories, my baking, my creativity and the truth to inspire women my age and hopefully twist it into a living while I help others live. I want to be the Beyonce of whatever I choose to do. So I need to get the fuck over my fear and start living my dreams and goals rather than being so afraid of them that I shake at the sight of the possibility in me.<br />
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Sometimes I'm lost, sometimes I'm scared and I almost always talk myself out of whatever idea I have or passion coursing through my blood. I'm not here to lie to you, here to act like I'm perfect or here to tell you what's the latest and greatest cliché...I'm here to be me, to become the Beyonce of whatever world I choose to enter and I'll admit it - I have no idea what world that is quite yet but just watch.<br />
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I'm going to Yoncé all over the fucking place.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-75852965612134497542013-11-27T15:04:00.000-08:002013-11-27T15:04:35.915-08:00iDream of: a Sneaker Head's BirthdayLadies, does your boyfriend pay more attention to a sneaker about to hit the store than a heart felt text you sent him? Or maybe he doesn't remember your anniversary but knows what date he's bought every pair of sneakers that he owns?<br />
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Well, instead of being upset about is OCD for his shoes and not your relationship...play into it and throw him a bash he'll remember the date, his age and the fact you enabled his obsession.<br />
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So ladies {and you're welcome gentlemen} iDream of...<br />
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Let's be honest - dudes don't do the cutesy invitation so let's skip that and get right into this iDream's inspiration. I imagine this being at a house that has a great entertaining area.<br />
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I follow this extremely talented woman on <b><u><a href="http://instagram.com/sugarysweetcupcakesandtreats">Instagram</a></u></b> and these cookies are perfect for this party. You can buy them <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/167693144/basketball-sneaker-collection-12cookies?ref=sr_gallery_3&sref=sr_71857b2e2a1232646ab8f0e35a29d4c34fe4353f0f6e41987ddbeb11b91bf458_1385590331_14476484_sneaker&ga_search_query=sneaker+favors&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_ship_to=US&ga_ref=auto1&ga_search_type=all&show_panel=true" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">here</a> and also check out the other goodies she has! </div>
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A cake for your man to blow out - customize it to his favorite shoe, this cake is by <u><b><a href="http://www.sugar-couture.com/portfolio/portfolio-for-the-guys/#nike">Sugar Couture</a></b></u>.</div>
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Love these, these cake pops are by <b><u><a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/90661376/jordan-cake-pops?utm_campaign=Share&utm_medium=PageTools&utm_source=Pinterest">Hydes Sweet Treats</a>.</u></b></div>
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Switch the colors to more masculine and you got some pops to serve! These are by <b><u><a href="http://www.ocpopshoppe.com/p/just-for-fun-pops_28.html">OC Pop Shoppe</a></u></b>.</div>
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Make a hang out area for everyone and make it masculine! <b><u><a href="http://amyatlas.com/">Amy Atlas</a></u></b> seriously kills me, she is just too damn good and so clever with her details! </div>
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Reese's are always called for.</div>
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Here is a more simplistic table.</div>
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To add a little more detail, print a label off the computer with who's birthday it is and glue it to the bottles.</div>
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Add some umbrella lights and streamers to spruce up where your entertaining!</div>
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Dudes don't like crazy favor bags but you can put these on the hangout table and a sign saying they are up for grabs! These are by <b><u><a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/166396403/nike-jordan-retro-sneaker-shoe-keychain?ref=sr_gallery_8&ga_search_query=jordan+key+chain&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_ship_to=US&ga_ref=auto3&ga_search_type=all&ga_facet=jordan+key+chain">Chane Reacshun</a></u></b>.</div>
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Have a fantastic Thanksgiving everyone! xo<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05758602453852747954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417693712478701870.post-52248950393059533362013-11-25T19:07:00.000-08:002014-01-21T12:45:05.858-08:00myMindisFull Monday's: {im}Patiently WaitingThis past Friday, I was on the phone with Bank of America talking to a representative that clearly didn't know what his job description was, ripping my hair out while they messed up "solutions" they were providing me and transferring me in every direction, I had to put my phone on mute and scream. I literally screamed then proceeded to laugh at myself and the level of patience I did not possess.<br />
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After I hung up the phone, sorted through my daily to-do list, still feeling the vibrations of frustration in my body, I had to sit back and breathe. Let me repeat myself, I had to <i>physically</i> sit back and breathe - what kind of bullshit is that? I am twenty three years old with the patience level of an infant.<br />
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This made me start to think about how "patience {really} is a virtue" and how it is one that I need to get a grasp on quick. I have a tendency to freak out if something doesn't work out within the first few minutes of trying it, it's always been that way unfortunately. I remember when I was little trying to do my hair for the first time, my first time attempting a pony tail and it just would.not.work...so since it wouldn't work I started crying {clearly the best solution}. Now why am I telling you about how my lack of patience leads to tears? Because for one: it's kinda funny, two: now that I know I have a lack of patience I'm working on it and three: I have realized it's a positive in my present right now.<br />
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Thank you Marie Forleo and her fiance for this epiphany. {<u><a href="http://www.marieforleo.com/2013/03/overcome-fear-shyness-josh-pais/">Click here</a></u> for this video for a better explanation} That video inspired and fed me for today's post, just an FYI.<br />
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Since my patience level is at it's minimum for certain things in life, it pushes me harder than I ever thought that first attempted pony breakdown could. I don't settle, I don't give up, I don't leave my responsibility to someone else, I don't ask other people to handle something that didn't go my way...I have a mini mute/scream with whatever I am trying then try again. My lack of patience at this moment in time actually fuels my determination and will power for goals I have set in my life. I now recognize my "bad" feelings as simple vibrations in my body and if I continue to remind myself they are just vibrations of atoms - I can use those vibrations for "creative fuel" as Josh Pais says.<br />
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Now you've all heard of, "if at first you don't succeed, try, try again"...right? Well what they left out is, if at first you don't succeed - use the vibrations of your atoms {the frustration, impatience, anger, bitterness, feeling of failure, anxiety, nervousness} WHATEVER vibration is coursing through you - use that as your try, try again. Don't associate "bad" feelings with your attempts because you'll just have "bad" outcomes.<br />
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As Josh Pais says, "you're a vibrator" ....just accept it and use it for your life's climax.<br />
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