Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Blazers & Romance

You might have noticed (and by you I mean the hypothetical masses consuming my media because I haven't told anyone that I'm blogging again yet) that the name of my blog has changed!

Why Blazers & Romance? Both words have a lot of meaning for me.

Blazers because I find myself in my first adult job. Which means dressing professionally, addressing clients, trying to force my superiors to respect and even rely on me, trying not to use the word like, wearing a watch, etc., etc.

But also, I am blazing a new path in my life. A path to adulthood. A path to fiscal responsibility, appearing unstressed in very stressful situations, and doing things you don't want to do but that need to be done. (Apparently that's what adulthood means to me.)

Thirdly, blazers because I can be a bit girly. I like worrying about my clothes and makeup and shoes and accessories.  I will never claim to be a fashion blog (that would require way more money spent on clothes than I can afford, even with an adult job), but I do care about the fashions. About dumb, fun things like false eyelashes and ankle boots and rose gold watches. But also blazers are like the harshest of the woman clothes - so business, all the time. There's a metaphor about me in there. I'll let you do the math.

On another also, I am blazing my own way through work.  I am one of two women in my department, one of two people who aren't white in my department, and my position is only 7 months old.  Shoot, my whole department is just over a year old. Which means constantly having to pivot, adjust, create, and organize the chaos. It keeps me on my toes and it makes me excited to go to work most days.

Romance firstly because of the obvious. I am in love for the first time in my life. And I suddenly understand why there have been innumerable plays, songs, novels, poems, etc. (I'm a little heavy on my use of etc. today) on the subject because there is no adequate way of putting all the feelings into words, lyrics, notes (pick your poison).

Amor (that's what I think I'll call my man here) and I have a weird form of romance (which probably isn't that weird given the scope of strange that has come out of humanity) that fits us. We laugh, we cuddle, we support, we argue, we love the movie Straight Outta Compton. (That was a surprisingly good description of our dynamic).

Secondly, and most importantly, I believe romance should be a part of life. Seasons are romantic; outfits are romantic; sentences are romantic; food is romantic. I'm a firm believer that the details in life can be highly romantic. I choose to view things through that lens most of the time (although I have been known to complain, don't get me wrong). But blogging, for me, has always been about giving myself time to find and ponder on that romance.

Work and love, guys. I love my work and I work on my love. Can you think of two more important things in life? At its core, and maybe this is temporary, that is my view on how to achieve a successful life: work and love.

Saturday, November 14, 2015


Yes, it's been a while. Let's move on from that for the time being, shall we?

My boyfriend is currently on a fishing trip in Southern Utah (yes I have a boyfriend, yes he is into fishing, and yes I live in Utah, I know), and since he lives alone I am currently wearing a $5 pair of leggings I bought at Walmart last night, a light blue sweater that is comfy as freak and hides my gut, and for some reason a rose-gold watch that I am still in love with because it is new, all while in his bed.  I also strung some twinkle lights over his bed (hope you like the festivities, babe).  Since the heat is something I can't tamper with, I have both the heat and the swamp cooler on (good thing utilities are included in his rent) and I alternate between being freezing and dying of heat.
I'm currently trying a loose "bone broth fast," which means I am liquids only for the next three days, and I can feel my stomach starting to get hungry. I sense three cups of liquid coming my way.

It is about 10:30 AM and I have spent the morning participating in the following activities:
Watching Grey's Anatomy
Reading the first two chapters of my sister's recommended book, The Untethered Soul
Deciding to have an untethered soul
Peeing from already drinking 1,000 liquid
Running some reports for work
Emailing out the results of said reports
Missing my boyfriend
Catching up on blogs I used to read very faithfully
Wondering what to do with all the hurt in my communities
Tweezing my eyebrows
Deciding whether or not to start blogging again
Staring at my screen trying to come up with a new blog name
Chugging bone broth

If you're still reading at this point, we might be on to something.

As humans, we spend our time bouncing from the very superficial to the subconscious and sometimes conscious issues that have plagued, piqued, and perplexed human kind and their subsets for generations.  In the four hours I have been awake, I have contemplated acts of terror, body image, self-realization, bone broth fasts, marginalization within my religious community, the state of my facial complexion, and racial inequality at higher-level educational institutions.  That is me.  That is the human dilemma.
I want this blog to be all of that. I want it to be a forum for all of the things that my self-involved brain can wrap itself around.  Call it rebranding, rebooting, whatever you want.  I love to write. I love to pretend other people care about my opinions. I love to call out my own self-absorption.

Before I take a nap (yes my life is very hard), I am going to publish this post.  And I am going to attempt to create new posts (and to actually publish them) on a regular basis. Come back if you please.


"It's a beautiful world, folks"