First of all, yes, I’m admitting to succumbing to the Internet to date. I’m not going to defend my decision to do so farther than stating that I don’t like to meet guys in bars or clubs as they’re only looking for one thing, and with my work and play schedule, it’s hard for me to meet anyone outside of, well, the Internet.
Second of all, it’s hard. Really hard.
I love to read. I love navigating my way through a thick plot, losing myself in the characters, flipping pages uncontrollably, without even realizing. I can travel the world and take a walk in any shoes while reading a book.
I arrived at my apartment last night, flipped on the TV, unpacked my laptop, and checked my phone. All before I had even taken my sweater off. Much to my dismay, the TV screen was blank, the Internet wouldn’t connect, and we all know what happens when you’re an iPhone owner. I started to panic. My heart began to race and I was instantly overcome by frustration. “WHY??? WHY AREN’T YOU WORKING??? You have ONE job in life, and it’s to WORK and you CAN’T??” Then I took a deep breath. And smiled.
Social Media is a new marketing tool, and everyone is still trying to figure out how to best use it. But don’t lose faith – just gain creativity.
You may (or may not) have noticed that my blog updates have been, well, sparse, in the last couple weeks. However, while my blog posts have been few and far between, I have most definitely been around.
So, my lovely and ever-so-thoughtful father made me watch Criminal Minds last night. For those of you who don’t know, Criminal Minds is an American police drama that follows a team of profilers from the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. They focus on the criminal rather than the crime itself. Needless to say, he didn’t have to twist my arm too hard, as I am a huge fan of those crime shows – CSI, Law & Order, NCIS, etc. However, this episode of Criminal Minds hit a little close to home.
My flight back to San Francisco from Denver was an eventful one. The last passenger to board the plane was a young man, probably in his early thirties, who announced to all the passengers that they should not worry because “after a few more drinks, [he] could fly this shit.”
I’ve said it a million times. “Create your reality.” You are in charge of your life and where it goes. Create your happiness. You are in control of what you do, who you associate yourself with, how hard you you work, what you achieve. You are in control of your life. Your destiny. Except one little part.
