Everything that has happened in my life has shaped me into the person I am today. Good or bad, exciting or boring, hilarious or serious - how you choose to handle life's events impacts who you are as a person.
The Good: I have an amazing job that keeps me getting up in the mornings and allows me to set goals for myself daily. I'm a Sales Support Specialist and Playground Designer - yes, as in swings and slides. I get to have almost immediate gratification in what I do: whether it's as simple as giving a client exactly what they imagined on paper, or visiting a park that I designed and know that it will be there for children to enjoy for years to come. I work with amazing people and have an extreme passion for providing play to the world. In the end, if you don't like what you do, you're going to be miserable doing it.
The Bad: The worst part about the "good" is that I'm away from my family. I remember saying in my first semester in college that I couldn't WAIT to get out of this town (Rock Hill). I had ambitions of moving back to Charleston and pursuing my very expensive major - both of which would make my parents happy. Guess what, it didn't happen. Nope, I'm 3 hours away and miss them every day of my life. Ok, so 3 hours isn't bad, but that is absolutely the WORST drive from Rock Hill to Charleston! Maybe one day I'll be back there...
The Exciting: It really doesn't take much to get me excited about something. If it involves getting out of the house and around the people I love then LT is a happy camper. However, I'm a planner - and I hate surprises. The occasional spontaneous "hey, lets do ____" is fun...but I don't plan on doing anything spontaneous in the near future.
The Boring: Just recently (March) I moved into my own place - alone. I have never lived by myself - I always had roommate(s) and once tried to live with a guy...the aforementioned reason for moving into my own place. While living alone has perks like walking around naked, or choosing not to clean up after myself...it definitely gets boring at times. You'll see in my later blogs that I'm a reality show junkie...Love the stuff. And actually, last night while I was watching The Bachelorette I caught myself hysterically laughing (alone) and had to call my mom to share the laugh with her. That was the turning point when I said "Lindsey, you need to a.) find someone to watch this with or b.) write about it the next day". I choose b.
The Hilarious: Life is too short not to laugh. I love to laugh and I love making other people laugh. Laughing is good for you - you should try it. Laughing until you pee your pants is not good - however I wish all of you a moment in life that brings you to that point! Days after something happens that I find funny, I love retelling that moment and letting others in on it (hence the blog)!
The Serious: There are very few things in life I take too seriously - winning, loving and death are three of them. I'm competitive - in every aspect in life! I will not let you win, and I will not feel bad for kicking your ass either - seriously. I'm going to be the mom who doesn't let her kids win at Candy Land - seriously. My dad didn't let me win in Rummy, and I'm a pretty good Rummy player today because of it - seriously. Love is something I take seriously, even though my luck in love is pretty terrible. That's pretty much all I have to say about that - seriously. Death has brought me down to the lowest of lows before. Losing my grandfather (better known as Papa) was the most difficult road block God has put in my path. I looked up to him in ways most people can't even fathom - he was my hero and will always be my hero. I miss him everyday - seriously.
I really hate to end the first entry of my blog in a sad note...so here's a funny story from this past weekend:
Kelsey, Danny and I went to Charanda's Mexican Grill on Friday night to feast on delicious food and margaritas. Danny asked the waiter what kind of desserts they had, and Guill (I know his name from the receipt - yes, I just checked it) replies as if he's in some kind of competition. Danny asks him if he had a picture of the desserts - confused, Guill replies and gestures "Pitcher?" After assuring Guill that Danny did not want a pitcher of sopaipilla, Danny asks if he can taste it before he orders it. My friends...this is how you taste dessert at Charandas - your waiter pretends it's your birthday...Sombrero, singers and all. Good night, good laughs.
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