My Summer of Yes began the beginning of May following what would later be referenced as my two-year Quarter Life Crisis. I had just ended my two-year relationship, changed jobs, started working 60+ hour weeks and shifted my group of friends. All of this was done seamlessly in darling spring sundresses -- or sweaters depending what week of May it was. Yes, Cinco de Mayo was rang in with leather coated denim and close-toed pumps.
Little did I know that my new-found and long-overdue singledom would be the kickstart to the most ridiculous, intense and fun summer to date. With the help of an amazing girlfriend, role model and personal shopper, it was decided that Summer 2013 would be my Summer of Yes. I would agree to dates I wouldn't typically be thrilled about, plans when I would prefer to nap and spontaneous trips to Vegas, just to see where life took me. I had no idea what I was getting myself into. No idea.
Fast forward to the present: end of August 2013. My Summer of Yes is winding down, though not to an end. Fortunately, I can say with 100% confidence that there are still surprises in store for me. I am draped in an animal print blanket in my cubicle on my third to last day of work, nursing a kidney infection, gchatting my closest friend about bad dates and a coworker about pinterest projects gone wrong.
The end results of Summer of Yes?
1. Bad dates. So many awful men for so many reasons. I'm sure they think I'm terrible too, so it's okay.
2. Hitting that post-college point where it's discovered what friends are truly supportive and wonderful people, and who sucks at life.
3. Realizing that I'm lost in my career, I'm working 80 hours every seven days and I'm losing my fabulous hair from all of the stress.
4. All of the above items have pushed me to leave my football-centric hometown, pack up my shoes and head off into the sunRISE (I'll be headed East, not West) toward Chicago to be with a friend that is the former part of #2.
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