Best Things Are Life Changing

I HATE how horrible I am at updating my blogs.

 I use to update this thing at least monthly, now you Lovely Darlings are lucky to hear from me semi-annually.  It's a good thing I suppose. Being too busy to stop and fill you all in on my time. However I am going to try to change that.  My life has just become a big bunch of everything. I have yet to find something I hate about school. I even have found more things to love.  For now I will tell you about my current Big Desision.

I am Changing My Major.



So it is nothing as drastic as it sounds in fact maybe I should label it as "updating" my Major. I am keeping my current status as an English Major but tacking on one minor detail, an Anthropology Major. Hard as it sounds.  I spent all of last semester ranting and raving to anyone who would listen about how fabulous my Physical Anthropology class was. Did you know this Athropithicus came before Homo Habilis? That kinda thing. I was horrifingly obsessive. Finally after much debate to myself, I decided. I can do both. I love writing, even if it just this blog to you. Nothing will take away my shot at my English Degree. BUT who says I can't have a shot at something else too?  Who knows? Maybe I will make something of myself this way. :)

Oh Wait.

I already I am.

Until the Fates Let Us,

          Ali

Settling In

So here I am. Five months since my last post. I bet you got a little worried for me. It's ok. I am fine. I just had to take time to get adjusted and settle in. So here is my new life.

• Monday= Class 10-12 4-6
• Tuesday= Class 12:30-4:30
• Wednesday= Class 10-12 Lab 3-6
• Thursday= Class 12:30-3:15 Work 4:30-10
• Friday= Class 10-12 Work 1:30-10
• Saturday= Work 10-10 (some shift in there)
• Sunday= Work 12-8.

Wow. That sounds awful.

You know what though? I LOVE it. I love the fact that I have to study to get by. I am enthralled with the concept of sitting in the library between classes and going over my notes or writing my next story for creative writing. HELL even just reading my textbook is amazing to me. Here I am back in the saddle again. I haven't actually learned anything in at least three years. Except how to be an excellent sales clerk.

I know the ends and outs of how to run a store. I ran the damn store most of the time. I took inventory properly when others couldn't, I knew how to diffuse a customer, I even knew the best route to ordering things. I fucking ran that store. I was who was called when anyone was sick. I was who was called when something needed to be fixed or built. I opened and closed. I did bank runs. I was everything an assistant manger should be with out the money, benefits, or title. The month before I left I had to train four different people to do my job. FOUR! It took four people to cover what I could do alone. So now I am a month and a half in to my new job and new store. I have missed making my goal for the day once, yesterday. And no one made goal yesterday. I came in to my new job with according to my new manger more experience in the product than anyone here. I am the go to gal for if something is suppose to be that way or not. I do none of the extra jobs I did at my old store. Yet I am getting paid more. If I were to leave my current job tomorrow, they would miss me yes but I am replaceable by just one person. I am good with that. I am not going to leave my job, I love my job. I will get more knowledgeable at it. I got this job because I am capable of doing so many things and holding so much information. So I am happy.

As far as school goes, well I have yet to fail at anything. I have had two exams and passed them both. I have had two speeches and only gotten one grade back but passed that one. I am settling in. I have made a few friends, I have my fellow Labrats. They however deserve their own blog one day. I also am making friends with semi like minds in my creative writing class. We have our own corner. ;) All in all, I am doing well. I have to work on budgeting. But things come and things go. I am proud of my choices and my options. Here comes a whole new world!

until the fates let us,

Ali

Bust the Bubble....The Big Move

A few months ago I posted about stepping out of my safety zone. As drastic as that can be, for me it is a necessary shift in my world. I have taught myself to live in this small bubble. A bubble that does not encompass half the worldly experience I have. I am the product of a Transition Manager. By the time I was 12 I had seen 30 out of the 50 states and 11 countries. My father's job carried him all over the world so we followed whenever we could. Yet here I am, afraid to leave my small protective bubble.

"POP!!!"

....I busted the bubble....

I have been accepted to College. I am once again moving on. Moving up, out, and Forward. In less than three months this blog will be coming from a new venue, with a new lease on life. I am proud of myself. I am terrified. I am all around ready to live life again. As of tomorrow I will have a class schedule, paid my dues, and be completely official.

I will no longer be in a odd sort of limbo, with people walking on eggshells around me like I am Broken Shards of Glass. I will stand strong and walk with confidence. I will shout from the rooftops all the things my safety zone would never let me say. I will no longer have anything to hide. And Have no one to hide from. Maybe just maybe I will gain some confidence in other areas of my life too. ;) Hey, you never know what change can bring, so baby bring it on!

Do you want to know what I find most intriguing about this endeavor? IF I had stayed in college the first time, I would have graduated this past weekend. Along with all of the people I went to High School with. Yet here I am basically starting over. Well I never did follow the crowd.

until the fates let us,

Ali

no longer taking safe choices

I have made some decisions in my life. I am no longer going to be living the safe choice. I have been hiding for two years. i have made the safe decisions and played it safe the whole way. i was going to go back to the college i left a couple years ago. why? why did i want to go back there? i had no reason besides my thought that i should go back where i left... that i should play it safe. I knew who i would be there. i knew what it was like there. i was making no sacrifice by going back. so i am applying to other schools. maybe i will go to the school i left. maybe i wont get accepted elsewhere, after all i dont have the best track record. but i am not going to do something just because it is the safe choice. I am giving myself the opportunity to excel elsewhere. to move on and up. i am no longer going to be the dreamer thinking of what could be or what might have been. i am going to start taking care of myself instead of others. i am going to be my own unique individual.

I am ready. I am ready to stop living the safe choice to stop dreaming about where i want to be and what i want to do and to go ahead and do it. I am ready to scream to the world My name is Ali, I am here to be me, not to clean up after you or take care of your mess but to be me!!