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Get Busy Living, or Get Busy Dying…

As humans, we tend to put things off. “I will start exercising next week,” or, “I will quit drinking tomorrow.” We’re famous for procrastination. We’re all just lost souls looking for a way to make ourselves feel whole again. Sometimes we find solace in drugs, alcohol, food, a failing relationship, a marriage, a lover, a great book, our children, home lives, jobs, a pad and pen… Anything to keep our minds off of what the real problem is: Ourselves.

No one wants to face their issues, it’s painful. Really looking at yourself in the mirror and seeing your physical, and emotional flaws hurts. Gathering the motivation to change yourself is difficult, at best. We all repeat the same cycles over and over – up and down, down and up, co-dependency, independence, insecurity, confidence… it’s all the same. What goes up, must come down.

What allows us to muster up the motivation to face our biggest fears and change that which brings us down? It’s a difficult question to answer, and sometimes it’s glaringly obvious, but most times we do not even see the abyss we’ve created for ourselves until it’s too late and something catastrophic must occur for us to “wake up.” Maybe a death, the fact that a long-term relationship is not what you thought it was, a job that makes you unhappy, a growing waistline that you didn’t really notice until you pull on a pair of jeans that you can’t zipper anymore, or simply just trying to force yourself out of bed in the morning. Any of these things, ranging from catastrophic to simplistic, can force you to open your eyes. In the long run, you almost have to be grateful for the opportunity to see the light, as some people never get that. I know people who are so unaware of themselves that it is terrifying to watch. They literally have no idea who they are, and how the world reacts to their presence. I can sit down and give you a detailed list of all of the things that are wrong with me, every single flaw I possess. It’s good to be aware of that, but it’s knowing how to fix them or improve on yourself that matters.

I personally go through ups and downs more often than I’d like to admit. I find myself sinking at times, and usually before I get too deep I can pull myself up and force myself into the light again. I am lucky in that respect. Where I am unlucky is my tendency to fall in the first place. There are a few things in this crazy life that can pull me down, and they are as follows:

  • Love – When I fall in love, which is rare for me, I tend to REALLY fall hard. While I am quite realistic, I also find myself becoming whimsical about a person, and idealizing them when I shouldn’t. I guess everyone does that at first, as it is quite difficult to avoid. The beginning of something is always the best part, and it’s easy to lose sight of reality. I work extra hard to keep my feet planted on the ground and think about the things that are “unsexy” about a person, rather than see them through rose colored glasses. I sometimes get caught up in the newness of things though, and I quickly realize that I am doing that and can most times correct myself before it’s too late.
  • Work – When I become frustrated with my job, I lose motivation. Once I lose that? My focus goes straight out the window. I need to be challenged at work, and when I am not, my interest wanes, quickly.
  • Myself – I am an extremist. I am either a neat freak or a total slob; a health nut, or killing myself; so active that it’s crazy, or laying on the couch for 3 days straight; a social butterfly, or isolating and keeping my phone on silent. Everyone who truly knows me, knows this about me and can usually decide whether or not they will let me wallow, or attempt to pull me out. Due to my insane social calendar and long list of amazing friends, most times, I am not “allowed” to wallow for too long. Plus, I truly love myself and I usually won’t allow myself to become “that person” who whines about their life, but does nothing to change it. Admittedly, there have been times when I allow that to go on a lot longer than it should, but the people around me will never know it. I rarely show my weaknesses because my ego is way too big to allow that. I’m a force, and I have a rep to protect. My ego keeps me from sinking too far, and for that, I am grateful. Otherwise I’d be 200 lbs, and miserable. I’ve never been more than 20 lbs overweight, due to this ego of mine. I feel I am way too hot and amazing to allow myself to slip that far. I understand how it happens to people though, I just don’t understand how they allow it to keep happening. There is a thing called “self-love, and self-respect,” after all.

There have been times that I have found myself in a relationship where I begin to change things about myself to accommodate my mate. I am smart enough to know that if I allow myself to continue down a path like that, the relationship will inevitably fail. No one wants to be with someone who is miserable, complains constantly, does nothing to change or fix themselves and then projects the blame for said misery on their mate. Ick. However, relationships are a give and take. You get back what you put into it, right? I am a strong believer in the fact that if you improve upon yourself, you improve upon your relationship. You know how in a plane, you are supposed to put the oxygen mask on you before helping anyone else? Same theory in life, and relationships. You cannot help anyone until you help yourself.

If you’re sitting at home and obsessing over things you cannot control, like what your mate is doing when he/she is out of sight, or what is going on with your friends, or your job when you’re not around – you’ll only drive yourself crazy. A lot of this comes from a strong sense of self, confidence, knowing who you are and what you bring to the table. People will inevitably hurt you, you cannot change that fact. No way. This is a simple fact that most humans lose sight of, and I find that to be very sad.

I’m writing this because it’s Sunday afternoon, on a gorgeous day. I had a lot of plans today, which have been pushed aside due to me hurting my knee again yesterday and landing in the ER for most of my day. Whenever these things happen to me (which is often due to my lifestyle), I get depressed. I cannot sit around for too long without sinking, it is just my extremist personality, I guess. Once I start to sink, I either curl up on the couch and watch TV, or I write. I chose to write, which is much better than the Demerol and red wine coma I could be in.

I feel that I am finally getting to a place of happiness in my life, like true happiness. I just accepted an amazing job in Los Angeles for a global firm that comes along with a HUGE paycheck, a corner office, an executive title, full travel schedule and the potential of a 6-bedroom 5000 sq ft house. I’ve arrived, career-wise, and it’s about time. I’m also happy because I’ll finally be living where I want to be, and have wanted to be since I am 7 years old and that is Southern California where my best friend, brother, and 10,000 other close friends moved over the years. Again, with the ups comes the downs, and while I am preparing myself for the “other shoe to drop” I am still hopeful for my future, which is a nice change.

Sometimes you just have to cut your losses, get up, brush yourself off and make a positive change. All of these things come from focusing on yourself, and not obsessing on others while you lose yourself.

So, get busy living, or get busy dying. It’s simple.

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Life is Like a Box of Chocolates…

Or something special like that.

This was a GOOD weekend. One that I will look back on and smile. Raise your glass to my cousin Adam, who lived life to the fullest, died young, and left a gorgeous corpse. I’ve seen my fair share of gorgeous corpses, there is no doubt about that. It sucks every time, but such is life. Things will always work out the way they are meant to be.

I’m happy because I am in love with life, my opportunities, my blessings, my connections, my friends, my family – you name it. I am just happy. I have been afforded many amazing opportunities in my life, one can even go as far as to say that I have been spoiled with them. I’m adorable, well-off, smart, funny, creative, talented, lovable, full of myself. πŸ™‚

The events that have unfolded over the last week have made me grateful. Grateful for who I am, what I have, where I have been and what I have accomplished.

So, I will end this with one simple question: Are you living happily, or just living?

It’s an important question, to which I recently learned the answer to.

Happy Sunday!

 

A Steelers fan, but I loved him nonetheless. πŸ™‚

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Fleeting

My 34-year-old cousin, Adam, passed away on Friday, April 13th. We received phone calls at 3AM, telling us of his untimely demise and the news was received with complete shock and amazement. Granted, he had a tough life and he made his far share of mistakes, but none of us ever thought he would just vanish.

I have been surrounded by death my entire life. Many family members, even more friends and all different kinds of ways. Car accidents, suicide, drug overdoses, cancer, other illnesses. Most of them were unexpected, and all were shocking. It never gets any easier to accept, though. Mourning is a selfish act, in and of itself, but as humans we are inherently selfish. We make everything about ourselves, and oftentimes forget the larger picture.

My family is torn apart right now, I am heartbroken. He was so full of life, generous, gorgeous, smart, sweet, more than fun to hang around with. He had many friends and people in his life who adored him, and rightfully so, he was the life of the every party he attended. The larger picture here though is simple: He was horribly unhappy for a very, very long time and is finally at peace. While I am heartbroken, I see that for what it is and am almost happy for him that he can rest now.

When we were kids, Adam was a terror. He wreaked havoc everywhere we went. He would yell and scream and throw tantrums. He’d behave recklessly, with little regard for his own safety. Even through all of that, and all of the accidents and close brushes with death, he was still such a force. He lost both of his parents at a very young age, and spent quite a bit of time alone. He separated himself from his family for almost 20 years, until I found him again on Facebook in 2007. Since that reunion, he and my older brother, Joey, have become very close. My brother is devastated due to this, and I fear he may never be the same.

The moral is that life is short. I learn this lesson often, and try to live my life in such a way that makes me happy. I don’t ever want to force emotion, control another person, police someone, own someone, live my life with someone I could never trust. What’s the point? Relationships, and love are unpredictable. Life is unpredictable! There is nothing we can do to change anything that happens, things just HAPPEN. People fall in love, fall out of love, die, do stupid things, make mistakes, etc. We cannot change any of it, we can only choose who we spend our time with.

Adam’s death has made me question everything in my life over the last few days. My own happiness, how I live, what I choose and why. My lesson learned from this unfortunate situation is that I need to be happy. I need to follow my heart. I need to keep faith in myself and know that the choices I make are the best possible choices for me, regardless of what unfolds around me in order for said choices to take shape. Life is too short to deny yourself happiness, to be with the people who make your heart stop, make you smile, and fulfill your soul.

You can’t change fate, and the heart will do what it wants – no matter what. Forcing yourself on someone only hurts you. Having to live your life in fear only hurts you. I don’t know about you all, but I know I deserve better than that. I deserve to be loved for who I am, not what someone else wants me to be. My cousin Adam, he also deserved that but never got to see that kind of happiness. I refuse to allow that to happen to me.

Drive it till the wheels fall off, kids, because you never know what awaits you in the next 5 minutes, let alone next month, or next year. I want to smile on my deathbed and know that I did what was right for me. Don’t you?

RIP Adam – you will be forever loved, cherished and remembered.

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Oh, California…

I have always been a fan of California. Besides the obvious reasons: nice weather, beautiful landscapes, beaches, etc., my love for California runs much deeper than her pretty shoreline.

Since I was 7 years old, I used to tell my mother that I was “meant to live in California.” My mother would laugh at me and say “How do you know that, Gloria?” At the time, I couldn’t really answer her, as I had never set foot in the state, but I just knew it my heart it was where I was “meant to be.”

As I grew older, and I was finally able to go to California (I was 19 the first time), I’ll never forget the feeling I had when my ex-boyfriend and I drove over the Oregon/California border and I saw that “Welcome to California” sign on the side of the road. I made him pull over so he could take a picture of me, beaming, under it. I still have that photograph, and every time I take a look at it, I get the same feeling in my heart.

While I’ve always liked Northern California (it’s GORGEOUS, and SF is a lot like NYC), when I first arrived in Los Angeles, my heart was racing out of my chest. I had felt like I was “home.” It was the weirdest thing, and could never properly be explained. It was like my fate was waiting there for me. I come to Southern California almost 5-6 times per year, and every single time I leave, I cry my heart out.

When I turned 21, I found out that I had a half-brother who grew up in LA. I was estranged from my biological father and had no clue that I had 3 other siblings floating around the country. When I found out about my brother Robert, I hopped on a plane and headed straight for LA to meet him. When I met him, we had never even seen a picture of each other, but knew each other at the airport. CRAZY. It was like we were exactly the same person, but from different sides of the country. We went through a phase after that, and we still kind of joke about it, that we are twins separated at birth and our mothers are lying to us. Neither of us had a birth certificate, or a social security card until we were 20. Our mothers were best friends 20 years prior and had a horrible falling out. His mom raised him in Los Angeles, and my mother took off for Hawaii and then NYC. Needless to say, since that first meeting 17 years ago, my brother and I are VERY tight.

The 6 years ago, my very best friend, Lenin, moved from NYC to Southern California. I was so sad and not just because I was losing him, but because he was finally doing what he wanted to do, but without me! He and his wife got in the car and drove away and have not looked back since.

In short, I KNOW there is something amazing, incredible and awesome here for me. I have been feeling that since I am a wee beastie. My husband loves NYC and refuses to leave, hence why I am still living in this hellhole called NYC, but the time is coming, my friends. I am going to say fuck all, take all of my money and move to Southern California, finish that god damned novel, and live the life I am supposed to be living. I’m tired of putting my own dreams, needs and hopes last. It’s about time that I take care of ME, and stop worrying about what my husband wants, what my family wants, etc. You only get one life, and you’d better ride that shit until the wheels fall off!

Speaking of wheels, I am off to skate practice now! WooooooHoooooooooo.

My first time on the West Coast. Mt St. Helen’s, Washington

Sierra Nevada Mountain Range, CAMy brother Robert – when we first met The “ex” I mentioned, Colin. San Francisco, CA

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The Fantasy of Everlasting Love

After 9 long years, my husband and I are headed to splitsville. It’s so difficult to differentiate between what’s worth fighting for, and what’s not. I feel as if my heart has been crushed, but I know that separation is inevitable.

I’ve spent such a long time just accepting things for what they are, and not really working towards what I really want. The truth is, I am chock full of issues that stem all the way back to my crazy childhood. While I am strong enough to truly understand what they are, and their roots, I’m sometimes not strong enough to pull myself out of the hole, so to speak.

I was abandoned by my biological father, then by my step-father. A kid has a difficult time understanding outside factors that contributed to that abandonment, and if not dealt with correctly, can lead to issues in adulthood. I can admit, I have some of those residual effects that affect my life on a daily basis. It’s evident to me that I have to figure out a way to get a handle on these behaviors.

I’m epically selfish, I tend to want to control everything, I’m prone to bouts of depression that include, but are not limited to, addictive behaviors rearing their ugly heads. I know that I can be a handful, I’m far from perfect, and when I’m in an abyss, standing by me can be tough because I tend to hide it, and isolate. I’m too prideful, my ego is too big to show any measure of weakness. I have a constant need to improve on everything around me. When I do not succeed in that, I tend to lose motivation. I lack patience. I lack understanding, and can be rather harsh. I don’t typically see things through. When I lose patience, I tend to change my mind completely. I don’t have traditional values, or ideas of relationships. The list of flaws goes on, and on. I also have a lot of amazing traits, I’m more than confident in the fact that despite all of the above flaws, I am one hell of a catch. When I love, it’s full of fire and passion, and any person who is the object of my affections is one lucky fuck.

I love Craig, I truly do. That being said, we’ve had issues for a long, long time. I’ve never had a real sense of equality in the relationship, I’ve never really felt secure enough to open up fully, and truly. I have trust issues with him as it pertains to him being an “adult,” which equates to me treating him like a child, which equates to a less than passionate sex life, which equates to unhappiness on BOTH sides.

I recognize all of these problems, I see them coming from hundreds of miles away and instead of choosing to fight, talk them out, deal with impending doom, we both crawled into shells and let our undeniably amazing connection epically fail. It’s fucking HEARTBREAKING.

Craig is the first person in my life that I wanted to marry, wanted to be faithful to (to the best of my fucked up ability), actually considered procreating with (if only for a fleeting second), and wanted to love with all of my heart.

He’s an amazing guy, hell, he’d have to be to put up with me and my crazy ideals. I was lucky to find, love and be with him. On the same token, I cannot allow myself to idealize him. This story has two people at fault. Two people who need to be held accountable for their actions that inevitably led us to where we are now.

I can say that I’ve never felt more crushed than I do at this moment. I’ve never felt more let down, more alone, more insanely confused than I do at this moment. I have no idea where we will end up, whether together or apart, happy or filled with regret, I can’t possibly make any assumptions, nor can I predict the future. All I have at this point is my strong intuition, a head full of “black hole” and a horrible weight on my chest.

I’ve said it before: love is a huge risk. It can either propel you to amazing heights, or it can destroy you, if you let it. I don’t believe in bitterness, I don’t believe in putting up walls, nor do I believe in playing emotional games, or wasting my time. In short, even if we do split, I will not allow myself to be destroyed. I’ve spent way too much time in this abyss, and I need to help myself. At the end of the day, the only person who can save me is ME.

I do not doubt that I will eventually be OK. I just need to fix myself, and not look to someone else to provide me with happiness. I look to Craig for support, and respect. I’m not looking for him to be my hero, I don’t need a hero. I need a friend, a lover, and someone who doesn’t cut and run when shit gets hard.

If its meant to be, we’ll get through this. If its not? I can’t control that, and I can’t lose sleep over it. I have to stand up, brush myself off and keep it moving.

I’m done crying, I’m finished with worrying. My heart is way too heavy to begin with, I cannot afford added weight. My husband either sees this, or he doesn’t. He can do the same as I, and take accountability for his epic mistakes over the last 9 years, or he won’t. Again, I can’t control that, and I refuse to even try. I need to worry about me, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.

So, the fantasy of everlasting love is exactly that, a fantasy. I’m not a dreamer, I’m a hardcore realist, but I have faith that things will work out the way they’re supposed to.

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