I’ve never understood why people have indoor potted plants. It’s far too much of a hassle to water them, make sure they have sun, and…actually, that’s probably all the steps in plant care, but still. Is there a weird oxygen deficiency in your house? Is your life so relationally empty that you tend to plants for affirmation? No? Then stop having houseplants! It’s so 1974.
However, in a way, this blog is like my potted plant…and alas, it needs some TLC! I haven’t posted about life here in Dallas for ages practically!
I mean…this counts?
Short version: I’m now married! And pregnant! It was a shotgun wedding obviously (…when in Texas…)
Long version: Mom, in case you’re reading this, let me assert that none of the above is true. Dallas is growing on me, although it definitely doesn’t give off the big city vibe I imagined it would. I guess that’s the thing with commuter cities because whenever I’m downtown I’m working all day & then by the time I get off work, I’m exhausted and have to drive home. I don’t have the energy (or freedom for that matter) to wander around downtown Dallas like I’m in a delightful cinematic montage.
I cannot believe my birthday is in less than a week! I’m excited to turn 21 because that means that not only do I have to write a new bio section for this blog, but I’ll be taken more seriously (as much as someone with a slight Minnie Mouse voice is ever taken). I’m tired of everyone saying things like “Oh, you’re 20? You’re still just a baby.” Thank you for being condescending, you older person, you.
As for work, among (many) learning experiences, I’m also realizing how to be a team player. That’s never really been my thing. I’m super competitive to a fault. I hated when my parents forced me to do team sports because I thought the other kids were the total worst.In 4th grade, I stayed a second season in soccer literally ONLY for the snacks.
Mia Hamm, I was not.
Finally in late middle school, my parents stopped making me play soccer, basketball, and volleyball when they put me in martial arts, where my main competition was myself. That was pretty successful. (I punched a girl in the face once by accident. Whoops.)
Even this past semester in my internship seminar class, I told the entire class of 40 other COMM majors that they’d work for me one day. That actually happened. What a jerk move, self!
Although ambition and competition aren’t bad, I had gotten to the point where I saw peers as opportunities to show up rather than actual people. Lots of pride, all up in here. But yeah, I’m learning to be not like that! Go team and all that! Woo!
Andddd I still go to bed mega early every night. Coworkers always asks if I have fun plans for after work and I’m like “Are you crazy? All I want to do is go home, slap on some comfy clothes, and watch Big Bang Theory until it’s light out at 10.”
I’m truly living the YOLO life here in Dallas.