Such a simple thing can make me so happy. This is the color of spring. A forest of flowers are more than enough reason to smile. Luckily, I am able to appreciate the beauty of flowers without interference from internal struggles.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
it ain't so bad
Days crawled by and I found comfort in very little. I was absorbed by the pain. All that once gave me hope and made me smile had been taken from me. Then, astonishingly, one morning the sun was shining again. As a sunbeam warmed my face that morning I miraculously regained my strength.
That day I was able to jump out of bed a new person. My confidence had been restored. I owned the day and finally realized I owned my happiness. I had experienced a great heartache but it was nothing I couldn't overcome. During my short time on this earth I've faced much more difficult obstacles and come out on top. I was not going to let this latest incident bring me down and shadow my many accomplishments.
I was back with a vengeance. Now weeks have passed and I am solid as a rock. Tomorrow I will celebrate ten months of sobriety. I've recently been offered a wonderful contract from my employer. My relationship with my family is at an all-time high. There is much to make me smile. The most amazing lesson learned during those dark days; I can be happy with myself. Now I can recognize when I am not doing all I can to take care of myself. I deserve a wonderful life and I deserve to treat myself like a princess. It is not my responsibility to make the world happy. It is my responsibility to smile every day and keep reaching for the stars.
I deserve to be happy. Luckily, I am happy.
That day I was able to jump out of bed a new person. My confidence had been restored. I owned the day and finally realized I owned my happiness. I had experienced a great heartache but it was nothing I couldn't overcome. During my short time on this earth I've faced much more difficult obstacles and come out on top. I was not going to let this latest incident bring me down and shadow my many accomplishments.
I was back with a vengeance. Now weeks have passed and I am solid as a rock. Tomorrow I will celebrate ten months of sobriety. I've recently been offered a wonderful contract from my employer. My relationship with my family is at an all-time high. There is much to make me smile. The most amazing lesson learned during those dark days; I can be happy with myself. Now I can recognize when I am not doing all I can to take care of myself. I deserve a wonderful life and I deserve to treat myself like a princess. It is not my responsibility to make the world happy. It is my responsibility to smile every day and keep reaching for the stars.
I deserve to be happy. Luckily, I am happy.
Friday, March 14, 2008
I hate life
It has been nine months since my last blog. Life got good and then plummetted straight into the pits of hell. No, I'm not being dramatic. Yes, I will admit that I have been called a drama queen but this is the real deal.
For once in my life I created that silver lining everyone is always referencing. I did it all on my own. I was on the top of my game and ready to tackle to world. Out of the blue my world came tumbling down. I was shocked and horrified. Now that I think of it I should have expected something bad to occur and take away my silver lining. Life hasn't been very nice to me and I was naive to think I deserved any better.
The happiness is gone from my life. I no longer find pleasure in cooking, being around people, reading or anything else. I would work 15 hours a day if possible and seven days a week. When I'm at work at least I'm around people. As soon as I leave the office I'm by myself and left to deal with the intense sadness, despair and hopelessness. My dreams for the future are gone. My best friend is gone. Tears have replaced all that was taken from me.
For once in my life I created that silver lining everyone is always referencing. I did it all on my own. I was on the top of my game and ready to tackle to world. Out of the blue my world came tumbling down. I was shocked and horrified. Now that I think of it I should have expected something bad to occur and take away my silver lining. Life hasn't been very nice to me and I was naive to think I deserved any better.
The happiness is gone from my life. I no longer find pleasure in cooking, being around people, reading or anything else. I would work 15 hours a day if possible and seven days a week. When I'm at work at least I'm around people. As soon as I leave the office I'm by myself and left to deal with the intense sadness, despair and hopelessness. My dreams for the future are gone. My best friend is gone. Tears have replaced all that was taken from me.
Friday, June 8, 2007
I don't like to share
Walking the streets of DC is always an experience, usually pleasurable. The combination of my killer swagger and high-wattage smile are highly effective producers of compliments and the occasional jab. Oh, I'm not complaining. I'm an attention whore and welcome all compliments.
One of the latest and most amusing comments is well worth mentioning. I'm strolling down 14th Street eating a scrumptous cookie and encounter a man in a delightful hat by Popeye's. As we pass he throws out "you are gorgeous". I glance over my shoulder and respond with my usual "thank you" then continue on my way with a little more swing to my hips. The man takes it to the next level with "can I have some of your cookie". Holy shit, that is fucking funny.
That was executed so perfectly that I stop in my tracks to laugh. No, I am not offended. I'm actually quite amused. Once I have regained my composure, I toss my hair over my should and reply "I don't like to share" while a devious grin forms on my face as I continue strutting down the street with my cookie.
One of the latest and most amusing comments is well worth mentioning. I'm strolling down 14th Street eating a scrumptous cookie and encounter a man in a delightful hat by Popeye's. As we pass he throws out "you are gorgeous". I glance over my shoulder and respond with my usual "thank you" then continue on my way with a little more swing to my hips. The man takes it to the next level with "can I have some of your cookie". Holy shit, that is fucking funny.
That was executed so perfectly that I stop in my tracks to laugh. No, I am not offended. I'm actually quite amused. Once I have regained my composure, I toss my hair over my should and reply "I don't like to share" while a devious grin forms on my face as I continue strutting down the street with my cookie.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Sober and obviously confused
To mix things up a bit I have decided to attend a lunchtime AA meeting at my home club instead of my usual evening meetings. This meeting is much more beneficial because it is only 45 minutes long, full of new faces and solid excuse to leave the office during lunchtime.
At the end of a rivetting meetings, yawn, I'm approached by an older alcoholic. Yes, we call each other alcoholics. It is a bonding experience. Of course, she is so glad I came to the meeting and shared with the group. I mean really, how could she not be, I'm pretty fantastic even now that I'm sober. Then as we ending our short embrace, it's an AA thing, she invites me to the Thursday meeting. She thinks I would really benefit from a Gay-Step meeting.
Yes, so not only am I an alcohlic but I guess I'm also a lesbian.
At the end of a rivetting meetings, yawn, I'm approached by an older alcoholic. Yes, we call each other alcoholics. It is a bonding experience. Of course, she is so glad I came to the meeting and shared with the group. I mean really, how could she not be, I'm pretty fantastic even now that I'm sober. Then as we ending our short embrace, it's an AA thing, she invites me to the Thursday meeting. She thinks I would really benefit from a Gay-Step meeting.
Yes, so not only am I an alcohlic but I guess I'm also a lesbian.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Glazed & Confused
A returning stroll from the Georgetown proved to be the highlight of a casual Sunday. As I'm sauntering across P Street I gaze upon a colorful sign with a quirky name. Hmmm.....quirky and colorful, right up my alley. The sign reads "The Fractured Prune". I am clueless as to what awaits me inside but I must patronize this delightful joint. For the love of all that is pure and holy, I made the right decision!
With only one foot across the threshold my nose perks up to the sweet smells of pastries. Just a side note, pastries are my new love since banishing vodka from my life. Upon closer inspection I am utterly joyed at my culinary prospects. DONUTS. Not just your ordinary Krispy (lame) Kreme. Oh no, I've found mecca.
The Fractured Prune is ready to create utter chaos for your taste buds. At the Fractured Prune you can choose from cake donuts (made on sight once you order) topped with more combinations than you can wrap your mind around. My words cannot even begin to do the menu justice so take a gander for yourself....if you think you can handle it.
http://www.fracturedprune.com/menu_dupontcircle.php
It takes considerable deliberation to decide upon my first donut. At this point I'm a Prune virgin and my first time must be exhilerating (unlike some other firsts in my life). My selection is made. I munch on the Blueberry Hill (blueberry glaze with powdered sugar) with delight while my dining companion feasts upon the Chocolate Covered Cherry (cherry glaze and mini chocolate chips). Did I mention the donut is served warm? God, could life taste any better? The Fractured Prune may charge $1.85 per donut but you can't put a price on such culinary perfection. After just one bite, I'm hooked and no other donut will ever touch these lips.
Run to The Fractured Prune and leave your comments about your menu seletions. I dare you!
http://www.fracturedprune.com/dupontcircle.php
With only one foot across the threshold my nose perks up to the sweet smells of pastries. Just a side note, pastries are my new love since banishing vodka from my life. Upon closer inspection I am utterly joyed at my culinary prospects. DONUTS. Not just your ordinary Krispy (lame) Kreme. Oh no, I've found mecca.
The Fractured Prune is ready to create utter chaos for your taste buds. At the Fractured Prune you can choose from cake donuts (made on sight once you order) topped with more combinations than you can wrap your mind around. My words cannot even begin to do the menu justice so take a gander for yourself....if you think you can handle it.
http://www.fracturedprune.com/menu_dupontcircle.php
It takes considerable deliberation to decide upon my first donut. At this point I'm a Prune virgin and my first time must be exhilerating (unlike some other firsts in my life). My selection is made. I munch on the Blueberry Hill (blueberry glaze with powdered sugar) with delight while my dining companion feasts upon the Chocolate Covered Cherry (cherry glaze and mini chocolate chips). Did I mention the donut is served warm? God, could life taste any better? The Fractured Prune may charge $1.85 per donut but you can't put a price on such culinary perfection. After just one bite, I'm hooked and no other donut will ever touch these lips.
Run to The Fractured Prune and leave your comments about your menu seletions. I dare you!
http://www.fracturedprune.com/dupontcircle.php
Monday, April 16, 2007
He's got the whole World in his Hands
You know it's gonna be a great day, despite the shitty weather, when you catch a glimpse of penis in the morning! Since sleep is a thing of the past for me, I am now an early riser and for once it paid off. You must be asking yourself, HOW?
Am I up watching the news for the latest events happening around the world? NO. Am I doing morning yoga to clear my head and prepare me for the day? NO. Instead, I am being much more productive by searching the internet for naked pictures of Steven Tyler. By golly I found one. It wasn't the full-frontal I was hoping for but a glimpse will do...a glimpse of the head of his penis.
Mr. Tyler appears to be inspecting the goods. From the looks of things......it is just F.I.N.E.!
To check it out for yourself: http://www.omgblog.com/2007/04/omg_hes_naked_steven_tyler.php
Am I up watching the news for the latest events happening around the world? NO. Am I doing morning yoga to clear my head and prepare me for the day? NO. Instead, I am being much more productive by searching the internet for naked pictures of Steven Tyler. By golly I found one. It wasn't the full-frontal I was hoping for but a glimpse will do...a glimpse of the head of his penis.
Mr. Tyler appears to be inspecting the goods. From the looks of things......it is just F.I.N.E.!
To check it out for yourself: http://www.omgblog.com/2007/04/omg_hes_naked_steven_tyler.php
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