Week 4: Cheers to 2012!

Well, here on the East coast, it is officially 2012. So Happy New Year! And to those that have not yet rung in the year, come re-read this in a few hours. 🙂

I’ve been without phone or internet since Tuesday, I went on that family vacation to the mountains in North Carolina I previously mentioned. It was fantastic, and so refreshing to be without technology for awhile. We got to play in the snow, I went sledding for the first time, and almost took out a 7 year old in the process. Don’t worry, no children were hurt in the making of my first sledding experience. P and I drove 12 hours to get back in 1 day today.

So what am I still doing up? Packing of course! It makes me a little sad to see my room slowly getting larger as everything I possess is packed into boxes and trash bags(minus the things that were stolen from my storage unit…check out my last post for that story). Tomorrow P and I will officially be living together! I’m taking the plunge and finally living with the man I love. I’m very excited about this next step, and to start 2012 out this way. If you’ve read my blog before, you know that 2011 just hasn’t been my year. Bad things just seem to keep happening, so 2012 has to be better. So, I’m very excited to start 2012. I’m excited to get a clean slate, and to move on! So HAPPY NEW YEAR person reading my blog! I hope 2012 is as good to you as I hope it’s going to be to me! You’ll be able to read about it as I continue the 52 week challenge!

Oh! I almost forgot, my new year’s resolution! I resolve to floss everyday and go to the gym at least once a week! I figure those are easy enough! I’ll let you know how they go!

Week 3: And on the 11th day of Christmas, my storage unit was robbed!

Man, I wasn’t lying when I said a few posts ago that every time something good happens in my life this year, something bad follows right behind. P and I went to visit my storage unit last night, for the first time since September, only to find that my mattresses had been stolen, along with my box of dishes, and that my locker had been disheveled and boxes had been overturned looking for what little valuables I had in my locker. I had to call the police and file a police report, who think it may have been the guy who stole my purse back in October. See, the only other key on earth (allegedly), is on my key ring that was stolen with my purse. The officer who came to take my statement and dust for prints (which I found out is definitely not as accurate/exciting as when you see it on TV), told me that I’d be surprised to know what people are able to find out with just a little bit of my information. It’s very likely this guy was able to somehow find my storage unit by my name/address which he had access to by stealing my purse. P thinks the guy got in mission impossible style from the top of the unit just to steal my mattress. I, on the other hand, think someone got lucky with a key that is the same for their lock as it is for mine. Haven’t you heard of people getting into the wrong car, and not noticing until they have started the car? That’s kindof what I think happened, but instead of it being on accident, I think someone noticed our locks were similar and decided to steal my things.

I was upset, to say the least, but with everything else that has happened to me this year, I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. At one point, while on the phone with my mom, I told her “Well, at least they left my Swiffer!” I was trying to come up with the word for the emotion that I was feeling, and I think defeated is the most appropriate. When the manager from the storage place called me today, he had the nerve to have an attitude and, not outright but more in his tone, accuse me of lying. It’s not like I’m claiming that millions of dollars of jewels were stolen or a flat screen TV. Just some dishes and a mattress/box spring set.

I’m just over this year in it’s entirety and can’t wait for 2012 to start. I’m going out of town Monday, so I may have to write another post before I leave to keep on schedule with my 1 post a week goal. What do you think happened, reader of mine? Mission: Impossible style shenanigans? Purse thief strikes again? Trial and error finally gone right? Whatever it was, I just hope that the insurance I’ve been paying for for the past 2 years is able to reimburse me for the items that were taken.

 

Week 1: Best week of the year?

Here is the start of my 52 week commitment! I plan to write 1 blog a week for 52 weeks! I’d love to hear suggestions in the comments on things I can write about, but I decided to start it off positive. I just may be having the best week of my year.

Why, you ask?

Well, I got my grades for this semester (Not only did I get a 100 on my final for English, I’m ending the semester with 3 A’s and 1 B)! This is such a great thing, because for a few years, I had really given up on school and trying to succeed in school. I stopped being scared of failing and put my all into this semester. I officially have my Associate of the Arts degree and will be continuing to my Bachelor’s degree starting in the spring! Next great thing? Well, I don’t want to jinx it, but the owner of the condo P and I are looking at renting LOVES us! It’s looking very good that we will be moving into the condo January 1st. We’ll find out officially sometime next week. I can’t help but feel good that, though I’ve only talked to him on the phone, he thinks P and I will be perfect tenants. I can’t help but get excited over this prospect and really hope it works out for us! So far, this week has been pretty darn fantastic, and with the way I feel the rest of the year has been, it’s nice to have such positive things happening lately. I’m also done with school for a whole month! I’m actually a little antsy thinking about all the time I’m going to have on my hands now that I’m only working for 4 week, and not going to school…I guess I’ll catch up on TV or read a book.

I’m taking 9 days off in 2 weeks! I haven’t had that much time off since 2005! I’m taking this time off to go on a family vacation, something I haven’t done since 2007! We’re going up to North Carolina to play in the snow! Haven’t seen snow since I was 10, so this trip is very exciting to me.

So maybe, just maybe, December will end up being the best month of the year, which will hopefully lead to 2012 being a better year! What do you think? Do you have a best month, or week, of the year?

 

That dirty, 4 letter word.

I have a dirty, 4 letter word that I just can’t bring myself to say. Just thinking about this word, makes me shudder and want to run away(Ha, didn’t mean to rhyme there. I’m a poet). This 4 letter word brings a sour taste to my mouth.

The word, and I can’t believe I’m about to type it here, is HELP.

I’ve never been good at asking for help in any sort of situation. I don’t know why, but it’s hard for me to do. I try to solve situations all by myself, I don’t really ask for advice, and when something gets really tough, I just ignore it.

I have recently been very scared about my financial situation. I have this thing called a credit card problem. When I was younger, I didn’t believe that credit cards were real money and would constantly charge things I couldn’t afford. Fast forward to 4 years later, I’m still paying on a lot of the purchases I made. I’m a big believer in the theory: If you ignore a problem long enough, it will eventually go away. While using this solid and foolproof(sarcasm) method for as long I’ve had the credit card issue, I had finally reached my drowning point. I finally had to utter that dirty word. I asked for help. My dad has known for awhile that I have a substantial bit of credit card debt and about once a month, he asks me if he can help me. Up until last month, I would always tell him I was fine and brush off the subject, uncomfortable to talk about a situation I find incredibly embarrassing because it’s my own damn fault. Well, when the monthly question came about in June, I finally broke down and cried.

And I finally told him the extent of my financial dilemma.

And I finally asked for help.

I was so worried that he would be ashamed and be upset, but he just hugged me and told me it would be ok. It would work out, and he’d help me come up with a plan.

After finally admitting I had a problem, and that I needed *shudder* help, the second great thing happened: I got a raise and a promotion. I felt amazing about this because when I accepted I had a problem, and finally asked for that dirty 4 letter word, I received it. I realized I am not weak for having to ask for help, I am finally strong for being able to ask for help. Help is not a dirty word, it’s a word that is necessary in life. It’s ok to break down and ask for help. I don’t know if I will make this a habit, but I will definitely consider it a solution to my problems more often.

Judgement

I try not to think about it, but I think I’m judgmental. I watch people and the decisions they make and I judge them. And I think how I would do things differently. And I think about how I’m better for my choices. And then I stop, and I realize I’m doing it and it makes me upset at myself. Who am I to say that someone else’s life decisions aren’t correct? Lord knows I’ve made a ton of mistakes, made the wrong decision a time or 2. The worst part is, I don’t only do this about strangers, I do this about friends. And it makes me sick. Who am I to judge? I wish I didn’t do this. A lot of the time, I like to convince myself that it’s in their best interest. I like to tell myself that the reason I think these things is because I know what’s best. But I don’t. Again, who am I to think that I know anything more than anyone else. Starting today, I am going to make a conscious effort to stop judging. Until I walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, how should I know what is really going on and if maybe, just because I wouldn’t make the same choice, doesn’t mean that it’s wrong.

Too Boring for a Blog

I’ve always thought I was too boring to write a blog. That my words would hold no interest for anyone reading. Today, after many friends have suggested I try it, I have finally conceded. I, Sarah-Too-Boring-For-A-Blog, will now write a blog. So this is my life. These are my feelings. These are my thoughts. I’m a very non-confrontational person, so this may sometimes be where I vent about things I refuse to tackle head on in my real life. But this is The Story of Sarah.