Sunday, March 27

Balance.

I have a tendency to bite of more than I can chew.  {It's unfortunate}
You think that I would learn from previous instances where I have done the same thing--with the same end result.  I'm the rat in the testing cage that keeps going for the kibble even though they get shocked, somehow thinking that this time, it's gonna be different.
SHOCK.
I have been working at 1-800 CONTACTS for almost two and a half years.  Impressed? Don't be.  There's only so far a call center can take you before it takes your soul, and we were getting dangerously close to that point.  So it was time for me to get a new job.  And I did just that.

It's hard for me to let go of things, so I decided that I would just work both jobs. I've done this before and it didn't work out, but I was so sure this time I could handle it.  I found myself working from 9-6 PM at my new job --with a 2 hour break for my classes on Tuesday and Thursday, and then going to 1-800 CONTACTS to work 7 PM to Midnight.
SHOCK.
Somewhere in my thought processes it should have dawned on me that 55+ hours a week at work on top of 15 credit hours at school is just too much.  And this seems obvious to most people, but to me it worked because I could pull out a sheet of paper and cram every hour of my day with something and not overlap. Makes sense.  I wish the voice of reason spoke louder to me.  Or maybe I've been shutting it up for so many years, I just can't hear it anymore.

Turns out my Dad is a pretty smart guy with some decently valuable advice.  He talked to me about Balance, which apparently means finding a happy medium for money-making work, school-work, and church and social activities, etc.

huh. That makes sense I guess.

I found this talk by M. Russell Ballard which helped put things into perspective.
"Think about your life and set your priorities. Find some quiet time regularly to think deeply about where you are going and what you will need to do to get there. Jesus, our exemplar, often “withdrew himself into the wilderness, and prayed” (Luke 5:16). We need to do the same thing occasionally to rejuvenate ourselves spiritually as the Savior did."
So I quit 1-800 CONTACTS, (Tick that one off the ever growing "to-do" list.) And I have never been happier.  Because now I have time to do things that scare my mom again. Like when she saw this picture of me on a longboard holding on to the outside of the car.

BALANCE.

This time, I will learn.

Monday, March 21

Girls Just Want To Have Fun.

Prom Checklist
1- Get asked. 
2- Wear a pretty dress.
3- Get picked up by a cute boy.
4- Take lots of pictures.
5- Ride in a fancy car.
6- Have my brother there... NOT as my date.
7- Go out to a nice dinner.
8- Slow dance.
9- Be in a group with my best friends.
10- HAVE THE BEST PROM EVER.

Now that I can put a big check next to my high school years, it's time to move on to things that college kids do--like stay up all night, prank call assisted living centers, and go streaking on campus. Anyone?

(yes, my date is actually a part-time model.)
There you have it.
I have officially graduated high school.
(feel free to send cards, cash, and/or gifts)

Sunday, March 6

Prom

High school was kind of a different experience for me.  I didn't do a lot of the things that normal high school kids do.  I won't make a list right now, because believe me-- it's extensive.  But one of those things  that I never did, that I actually wanted to experience, was the prom.

It's a good thing my parents have another daughter that will most likely get to do these things, because mom's love that stuff, and I would hate to have my teenage malfunction affect my her esteem as a parent.

I like to think that I was just so popular and intimidating, that all the boys were scared to ask me... so they just asked all my friends instead.  

Yep, I was that girl that while her friends were dancing away at what could potentially be one of the most magical nights of their entire lives, was hanging out at walmart trying to decide which brand of ice cream to buy.  

Luckily, Lindsey was right there with me: Prom night and dateless. So she understands perfectly. And I''m thankful in a way, because it's the perfect excuse as to why we do certain things. Like when I leave all the cupboards in kitchen wide open. Lindsey just says,  "Well, it's because you never went to prom." And that makes it ok.  I mean, I probably wouldn't have the habit of doing that if I had been able to go.   

I would never say that my high school years were my "glory days" (or days that I even want to remember at all).  I would say that my best years have presented themselves post-high school, and the holes inside me that high school experiences left void have been filled in different ways. 

But still... PROM.

Then the ward did something magical, something that would make my dreams come true. They will be having a prom.  An 80's PROM. 

(Honestly, it would work out better for me if the theme was something like "2005 prom", but beggars can't be choosers, and we are both excited. )

Lindsey and I have even roped in a couple fellas to take us.  You heard me right. Real live boys are taking us to a dance.

So on March 19th, the giant void in my teenage-hood will have been filled (almost 5 years later). 

It's going to be magical.
All my dreams will come true.

My name is Nicole.  I am 23 years old.

And I'm (finally) going to the PROM.