Sometimes …

Sometimes …

… I make very effort to go to the gym but I just don’t.

… I have a good excuse to not go to the gym, like dislocating my shoulder for the zillionth/9th time.

… I get tired of people asking me how the wedding planning is going, only because nothing new has happened lately. I did find my shoes though, but who wants to talk about white flip flops? *snore*

… I wonder if I’m in the right career. Job #1 is not looking so hot right now. Times are scary in the media world, especially if you work part-time in a dying section of the media. *sigh* Maybe I need to go back to school. Maybe.

… My blog posts lack “umph”. Like today.

Introverted State of Mind

Before I even start, I’m going to apologize to both Melissa and Amber for bringing up the whole “Introvert or Extrovert” conundrum. For the rest of you, it’s kind of a TRU J-School inside joke that no one else could understand. Moving on now …

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Kyle often asks me why I’m so quiet, since I have a journalism degree. The thing is, I’m vocal when I need to be. If the job requires it, I’ll do it. If it were up to me, I’d chase fuzzy feel-good stories all the time that have people tell me what’s on their minds. I’m not looking to stand out and destroy companies Watergate-style.

This quietness, however, follows me home. When Kyle and I are trying to have a serious conversation, I tend to clam up and not say much about anything, be it a truck he wants to buy, a house we’re considering dropping a shiz-ton of money on, or career moves. And the quietness burns me. It understandably frustrates Kyle and then makes me feel bad for being too introverted.

I try, try and try to be more vocal and opinionated, but it’s not my style. I get overwhelmed and emotional. I’m not necessarily shy, but I don’t start conversations with strangers. I love a gong show party, but only if I know at least two other people there.

I am introverted. What are you?

For Once

For once, I would like to have a weekend off without having to book the time off.

For once, I would like to work a regular 40-hour, Monday to Friday, 9 to 5 work week.

For once, I would like to enjoy an evening at home and relax.

For once, I realized that sometimes, you have to make sacrifices to get what you really in life, even though it feels like it’s going to kill you at the time.

What have you realized, for once?