So, this post is brought to you by the ladies pictured above.
It was after class the other day that I happened to be right next to them as they were talking about their plans. One girl explained how she has always known her plan. She received 48 credits in High School, always knew that she was going to attend the University of Utah and then was going to get her Ph.D. She took 24 credits this semester and plans on taking 21 credits next semester. Not to mention she is getting a double major in Anthropology and Mass Comm. She just always knew it was her plan. The next girl always knew she was going to get her associates from Dixie and then attend the U, followed by a Masters. She too also went on to explain how she has to follow a plan, and BLAH,BLAH,BLAH.
I'm sitting there like well I guess I just fly by the seat of my pants ladies because this lady has no plan. The truth is there once was a plan. I remember I stood up in my Sports Marketing Class senior year and explained to the class my plan.I told them how I was going to travel and not get married until I was about 23 or so. I was going to get my degree, and someday be a News Anchor. One day that plan went up in flames. I changed my idea about marriage, and I decided it was okay that I was going to get married at 19. And don't get me wrong it would have been okay, it would be okay to get married at any age.
Here's the deal.
I am not married. I haven't traveled much. Reason being I learned this thing called life actually requires money to survive. I have decided I don't really want to be an News Anchor. I will however get my degree. Someday.
I walked away asking myself, What happened to my PLAN? What is my PLAN? I realized I honestly don't have a plan.
The thing about having a PLAN is that things change. One day could change everything. Sometimes there is another plan for us and we need to be willing to let that plan happen. I know if I would have stuck with my first idea of a "PLAN" I would not be here. I would not have learned these valuable lessons.
So, although I don't have one specific path that I am willing to follow, I do however have many plans. I change my mind everyday. I don't know exactly where I am going to end up, but I do know that I am doing what is right for me.
Moral of the story is... Don't Panic.
Everything will happen as it should, even if it doesn't go exactly as YOU planned.
Not exactly. If you would have asked me that last year, or a year and a half ago. I would have never said that it has flown by.
I have learned enough to fill up an index about myself. It's true. It has been quite the journey that I never would have taken had I not had my heart broken into a thousand tiny pieces. to be honest were still working on the put back together part. It works out because I feel like this second remodel of my heart has made it stronger than ever before. It now knows when to put up guard, the taking down part still needs some work. It's smarter.
softer.
and more selective.
We don't take any lad making his way down the conveyor belt. In fact we haven't taken any at all. Everything takes time. Everything.
2 years ago it was a beautiful day. It was the perfect amount of sunny and cloudy. The air was crisp, but not like it is today.
This day usually is put down on record for the best day of people's lives.
Yeah. That good.
EXCEPT.
It wasn't.
It wasn't the best day. It wasn't the worst day I have ever had either. It just happened to be any other day.
two years ago on this very day I would have married someone.
It was a blessing in disguise, because the young lady I was, was not ready. Not ready at all.
I am thankful for these 2 years. So very very thankful.
The battle with the heart is not easily won, I tell you what.
There are 3 things in my life right now that I will never take for granted again.
1. Dishwasher
2. A Garbage Can as opposed to a dumpster across the parking lot
3. Microwave
Things would run a little bit smoother around here if I were to have these luxuries of life.
I miss the dishwasher too much. In spite of not having a dishwasher, I don't wash my dishes. I don't even have a disposal so I have to reach down and grab the remnants that were left from scrubbing and manually walk them over to the garbage can that won't get taken out again until maybe April because it is so cold outside. I remember the days when there was a trash bin that I could throw all my DC's into when I got out of the car, or I could take the garbage from the house out to the trash in 5 very easy steps. Those days are gone. I took every single time I took the garbage out for granted. Last, but certainly not least the Microwave. I know I have the option of going out and purchasing one, but I haven't brought myself to that decision yet. The oven does the job when its hired too but its just not the same. I always forget about this too. I buy oatmeal, and lean cuisines, and popcorn and realize the second I walk in the door that those things have no chance in my household. It's a shame. Truly. When I grow up and have these things in my life again, I will be sure to live everyday grateful that there is a Trash can outside my door, a Dishwasher ready to clean even the toughest grime, and a Microwave ready to heat anything at the touch of a hand. Until then I will continue to stare at these dishes in my sink, and wonder how ever will I get them clean?
Lately, I want to throw my hands up in the air and run around like a crazy person. I don't know why, but I feel like I'm slowly losing touch with my purpose. I don't exactly know what my purpose is right now but the drive I once had at the beginning of the semester is disappearing. I'm letting confusion take over. The path I have chosen has a big glob of fog over it. There are decisions to be made, and I feel like I'm not in the right mind to make them. I realize things happen, plans change but I can't decide if I should make a U turn and turn left where I had taken a right before. This could change my plan drastically or I could see what's down the road and realize the right turn was in fact the right choice. Life is no walk in the park people. I don't want to mess up the progress I have made, because i may not get it back. It's a risk, a rather big one. My heart and head are telling me two different things. The trick is knowing which one to listen too and when. Time is what I do have at the moment. I have time to decide, time to think, and time to evaluate my options. Nothing is worse then rushing big decisions. Someone once told me to write down what's important to me? What do I want, and what have I learned? So bring I'm the lists. Things are about to get crazy up in here!
Onnnn a brighter note, I did the weather this week on Newsbreak and it may be pure comedy. I'm thinking it will be included on a upcoming post. It's just that good. Get ready folks.
Glad we had this Chat.....
Hi. My name is Chelsi and I am possibly the most awkward human being.ever. Lately, its as though I can't hold a conversation without saying something completely out of context, or just plain awkward. i.e.
Today I went to visit my mom for lunch, we said our goodbyes and I was walking away alone, naturally. Anyway, a gentlemen approaches me from behind. Which can be aswakward in and of itself. Opening statement: Would it be weird if I asked you for number? I'm sure I gave him a look to remember because he quickly came back with a "probably huh?" uh. What? First of all you came at me from behind and scared me slightly, second I just got a new phone number and I'm not sure I know it yet, third I'm Chelsi. The conversation went something like where do you work? Oh, um, I don't work, well I work but I don't work here, but my Mom does. Work here that is.
Spit it out.
Well, mister x didn't care he just wanted some digits and don't worry homeboy didn't even have his phone. He "memorized" it.
I'm not even confident that I gave him the right number.
Yeah I'll talk to you soon... Bahahha there is no way.
Shout Out.
to one of my best friends Melissa.
She won't read this so I can say whatever I want and she won't know.
She had a birthday yesterday and we celebrated by getting Pedi's and signing me up with her and her loved one on their family plan. I'm a bad friend, but she insisted and I couldn't turn down the white iphone that I have been dreaming about.
Liss and I were sisters separated at birth. We have identical brains. Creepy? Yes, but the idea grows on ya. We met each other right in the nick of time. She literally saved me, because we do have the same brain, when I'm not thinking logically she is. The last two years for both her and I came with many surprises, and it only became more apparent why we met when we did.
She is my spokesperson when I can't talk.
I think she is pretty great and I'm glad she had a birthday.
Lastly.
The first time I heard this song, I didn't love but for some reason it has captivated me.
I had a big fat test the other day and this song for some reason pumped a sista up. Rihanna never seizes to fill my ears with pure joy.
We Found Love.
I may or may not love what she says in the beginning. What? im innocent.
So, as we all know I am a server. I get drinks for people of all kinds. Well the other night someone had me mix quite the peculiar combination and it intrigued my interest to say the least. When things calmed down I decided to give it a whirl. Now when I write this, give it a chance before you hate on it.... Diet Coke {my personal beverage selection} AND Rootbeer. It sounds like throw up but trust me it does not taste this way. If you have ever tried Diet Rootbeer you know that it belongs with the pups, but when you Diet Cola and just a pinch of Rootbeer you are doing yourself a favor just trust me. It tastes like rootbeer but it isnt as bad cause it just cancels out the Diet Coke and tastes like Rootbeer. I would not lead you astray, partly because I have been drinking Diet Coke a little excessively these days and this adds a nice switcharoo to my life.
Next.
item of business.
I must warn if you are easily offended then click the X in the top right corner of your screen.
I had an embarrassing moment that is worth writing because its THAT embarrasssing.
It was late one Monday night. I was ready to go home but got sat my last table. I was pretty happy that they were as least ordering some alcoholic bevs because if you have been a server then you know that means bigger tip. Well everyone ordered, and then I get to this last fella who wants something that we don't offer on the menu, but shouldn't be to hard to whip up. So I go talk to our friendly bartender and I tell him the DEETs. Well in restaurant land, if we don't have the button for a paticular item we just type it in and give a price that seems suitable for that item. I did just as I was supposed to but just to be funny named the drink something with a little spice...
Never again will I do this. EVER.
I get the drink out to the man, and it had been made to perfection. The night goes on and its time for me to deliver the check. Get a load of this folks.
Me: Heres your check and I'll be your cashier when your ready.
Return a couple of minutes later
Lady: So for corporate purposes we might need you to change the name of the drink on this check?
RUSSIAN NIPPLES may not fly with our boss.
Me: red faced, apologize and simply walk away.
Oh Chels, you know better.
Russian Nipples?
Better believe it.
So, whether it be Diet Coke with Rootbeer or Russian Nipples, Chelsi J will always have the beverage for you.
