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Rich Single Life

So it’s been quite a while since I have felt like writing anything on here. In fact, I had forgotten all about this blog I created. I guess life gets busy and in some ways people change and move on. It’s not often I experience bouts of loneliness or sadness. I’m generally a happy, positive person and I always, to the best of my ability, see the good in everything. I believe everything happens for a reason. The way we handle choices, circumstances, and life’s heartaches tells a lot about who we are as a person. Today, I felt incredibly lonely. To give you a little perspective, I am one of only a couple people in my circle of friends still single. My friends are married, have kids and they are great parents and spouses. I am extremely understanding, knowing that family comes before friends. I am truly happy that they have this wonderful, crazy life with love and laughter. I know it’s not perfect by any means, I know there’s moments of sadness, pain, frustration, and exhaustion. Howeve

Determined - 8 Crazy Years

Around this time eight years ago, I was in a rut and miserable. I was never an academic person. I hated to study, read and take tests. I was never athletic, though in high school I did love a rousing game of kick ball. I guess I was the definition of a carefree flower blowing in the wind. Whatever I woke up and thought to do that day is what I did. I didn't like to make too many plans or do anything complicated. I definitely liked a simple life. I had my friends, my family, I lived near the water and I didn't think too much about the future. When I moved to Baltimore, I had no idea how hard it would be to live on my own. I had no idea that learning this new language while working full time would be so stressful, frustrating, and rewarding. For the first time I was pushing myself to do things I never thought I could. I never thought I would go to college much less graduate. I met some great friends along the way who have made me miss Crisfield less, enjoy class more, learn and

Project 33: 33 Random Acts of Kindness for my 33rd Birthday

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After listening to the radio and what the DJ was going to do for her birthday, it inspired and motivated me to do the same for my upcoming birthday. I began to search Pinterest and Google for ideas. I started to make a list of all the things I wanted to do. I tried to be unique and do different things every day. However, towards the end, I struggled a bit trying to be unique. So I did things that I felt impressed to do in the moment like, give a couple of people gift cards to the grocery store. The last month has been totally wonderful. I found myself constantly thinking about being kind to people and presenting myself in a much more deliberate manner. I also mixed it up and gave gifts to people I knew as well as the people I had never met before. I also adopted a U.S. soldier. When you sign up they send you the name and address of someone to support that is deployed. You can write letters and emails and send care packages. If you are interested in adopting a soldier you can go to th

Where's your GPS?

Sorry, I haven't written in a while. I've probably started a few different posts, but never finished them for one reason or another. Then, summer happened and well, they are called the "lazy days of summer" for a reason.  Recently, I was accepted into Steven University's Adult Undergraduate program. It is also known as School of Graduate and Professional Studies (GPS). GPS is the most common moniker. Since I decided to apply and become a student at SU, I have been somewhat fascinated with the acronym. When I hear GPS, I automatically think of the device that directs you from point A to point B. Then I thought how appropriate it is for the School of Graduate and Professional Studies to be called GPS. I, like so many adult learners, probably did not know what to do with their life at 18. I didn't have a career in mind when I left high school nor did I think it would take me this long to figure it out. I was carefree and I thought that my life and career would

Insecurities = Motivation

I have been in the Interpreting program what seems like FOREVER! When I began this journey into this field, I had absolutely no idea how hard it was going to be or how much I would question myself and my ability to do it. I am nearing the end of the program and I am hoping to graduate by next June, but the pressure keeps mounting and all I see are my insecurities about this profession. It's true I left everything from my small home town to my family and friends to pursue my ultimate career and passion. I have had many ups and downs and have questioned on many occasions, "Why in the world am I doing this?" However, facing all of my doubts, I kept going. I am sure I have have said in a previous post that I never considered myself "college material." I work hard, but it is hard for me to leave a class at the end of the semester with an A in the class. I did well in high school because I found a way to manipulate the system to make it easy for me. I relied heavily

Past and Present

My mind is flooded with memories. Memories of a different time, a different life. It seems almost like yesterday that I saw you, hugged you, spent time with you. Then I remember it is a memory and it is but a moment in time. You can't waste your life and the time that is given to you because it is only for a moment and it can be taken away just as quickly as when it were given to you. Tomorrow marks the second anniversary that my family lost another young life. It is true that in my family one does not need to be an octagenarian to leave this world. We have lost too many people we hold so dear to our hearts. They say, "Time heals all wounds." I don't know if that is really true. For me, the pain of losing someone is just as real today as it was two tears ago when Chris died, just as real in 1992 when my cousin Joey died, when my niece died in 1988, and my list could go on. I think "time" forces you to move forward. You have to keep going. There is no pause

Don't Just Stand There, Do Something!

Have you ever read an article in a newspaper and it made you so mad that you start complaining about how it's wrong or the fact that nothing is being done about the situation? That is kind of how I feel. I will read an article online, then scroll down to the comments to see what everyone is saying. It is irritating that everyone can offer their "2 cents" but are pretty unwilling to do anything about the situation that it upsetting to them. What is worse is when you read a comment that says that all hope is lost. I refuse to believe that. Recently, my hometown has experienced some very unfortunate situations. Things that are not all that common in the small waterfront community. When something happens, word is spread like wildfire and everyone knows before the sun has fully risen. Everyone has something to say about it, myself included. Before you know it, you are consumed with opinions. I think every person on this planet has the power and capability to make a differ