Portland, OR

Have you ever been to Oregon? Personally, I’m a huge fan of the west coast. I’ve visited California more times than I could count, but until I became invested in a long-distance relationship (he’s in Portland) I had never visited places like Portland, Seattle and even Vancouver.
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Grabbing Life by the Ba- urm- Horns!

Well, if you hadn’t head through Facebook, I have become the very person I used to be jealous of. Yes, I quit my 40 hour a week job and have revved into full gear as a (remote) freelance writer/social media specialist for Curly Q Media (and part time server in downtown and Zirtual Assistant.) 28. Up to my ears in student loan debts. No 401(k), no benefits (unless I buy them) and no bi-weekly paycheck with my taxes neatly pulled courtesy of Human Resources. Some people would say that I was stupid– frankly, I can’t really argue that fact. I have no business background, I was making stupid money for an easy job (where I was very unhappy) and I have an iron clad lease for which I owe rent through February. Oh, I also have a long distance relationship- we fly about 2000 miles each way once a month- gets pricey. It’s enough to make you vomit a little in your mouth- actually; I did when I reread all of this.
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The Healing Power of Touch

Maybe it’s just the hopeless romantic in me, but I believe (and have for many years) that something as simple as human touch can heal many problems- both mine, and those of the world.
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Broken Hearts and Fresh Starts

New relationships, for all of their excitement, are some of the most nerve-wracking experiences anyone, anywhere can have. For all of the differences that we as humans have, the cultural divides, the religious divides, the political divides, our sexual orientation- whether we are white, black, brown, olive, purple, green, pretty, ugly, sexy, nerdy, or downright weird…I think that it is safe to say that we will all, at some point, have feelings for someone.
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Lessons and Learning to Wait

I was a child of immediate gratification. I think that’s just the household/society I grew up in. My parents were not wealthy by any means. They were two, lower middle class kids who were working their butts off in entry level positions, just trying to scrape together enough money to make the house payment, the car payment, the utility payment, the daycare payment, groceries, and have a little left over for a box of diapers or some extra formula.
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Impossible

I wrote this awhile ago…found it in the archives of my musings and it just brought an immediate smile to my face, so I felt the need to post it. Going back to my past writings is always a solid confirmation that I’ve grown, I’ve learned, and I know myself better than I sometimes think I do- all good things.

I had pretty much given up hope that anyone would want to date me right around mid senior year of high school. I think the biggest reality check was when I had to ask three guys to prom before someone finally said yes. Needless to say that I had watched enough Disney movies and rom coms by the time I was 18 to ruin me for a lifetime. Granted, I’d waited for a prince all those years and then as a senior, I finally had to take the bull by the horns and save myself if I wanted to have a date to prom.

I finally was asked on a real live date just after I graduated high school. We dated through mid summer when we parted because I was leaving for college. College kind of started everything over for me- I went three years before I found a relationship again. Not from lack of trying, just from lack of experience. And lack of willingness to participate in…age-expected activities, one shall say. I think that’s what ultimately ended their interest the quickest- which tells you the kind of guys I was attracted to. Continue reading