I absolutely wait until the last possible minute, second and moment to accomplish necessary tasks. I am leaving for Vegas on Friday to enjoy and share shenanigans with some girl boos. "What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas!"....right, not if you know my trigger happy finger for Instagram. OK EVERYONE GET TOGETHER. I carry a strange and fiery energy that attracts epic and weird nights with hazy mornings and slow afternoons filled with sips of vitamin water and aspirin. I am as raunchy or as tame as the company I keep.
Again, leaving soon and I haven't done a damn thing; ergo, I'm doing laundry this late into the night. I will most likely get my usual 5 hours of sleep. Tomorrow will be a whirlwind of work, running around to get the necessities and packing. Before I know it, I'll be suffering from horrible airplane pressure in betwixt my ears praying for the ride to be over. All in the name of good times and possible regretful moments of humiliation. This I am a veteran at, someone give me a fuckin purple heart. All of these moments, I take in stride and carry on with my light heart, my dimples and my rad tendency to dance anywhere I am. Example: A day at the winery led back to my work BFF's house and after a couple of hours, I was the dance show on top of his fireplace. I love to boogie yo!
Vegas will be fun. And before I know it, BOOM, back to business and handling the next act. I should write a play about Act II: Z returns to New York. Lights! Spotlight! Act I - The heroine falls in love, moves to NY with her love boo and gets her heart kicked in the ass. She runs back home to find out she should've never left NY and the suburbs are suffocating her creativity. However, she doesn't regret her past decisions, picks herself up and fuckin goes back to NY. Act II hasn't been written since it hasn't happen yet but I get this funny feeling it will be quite the adventure. I open myself to everything - crazy people, unknown adventures and so many cute men! Who totally oogles men? This gal!
Side story - Went to Starbucks the other day and my barista was quite the handsome guy and he complimented me on my smile and forearm tattoo. I said "Word. Thanks!", grabbed my tall skinny caramel macchiato and gave him my best smile.
As everything I've done, this new adventure is going about the same way it went the first time. I'm rushing to get everything ready and I am optimistic it will happen. Stress has been playing a big part of it the past couple of months. Am I really leaving a steady job to fucking go pursue my dream? I still have loans and all that shit! I don't have enough money saved and still no job. What the fuck am I doing?!!!!
I AM STILL GOING TO DO IT. Call me crazy Aunt Shirley!
When you imagine your future and think I could still be doing this in 10 years and know you are not looking forward to your future, forget it! I made up my mind. One should be excited about their life, fuck yea! My life rules! kind of daily affirmation. Yes, now I have some extra skills I didn't know I was good at, but it's not where my heart is. I'm willing to become super duper uber broke to feed my creative soul.
My mother isn't happy at all about this decision, but as she put it to me once "I'll never cut off your wings Gordita." I promised her if she doesn't have another heart attack from another crazy thing I do, I will find a way to SETTLE DOWN. I will find a crazy, somewhat sensible man who loves the shit out of me and I'll finally have savings in the bank. I'll teach him how to say certain Spanish phrases so she doesn't look at him like another crazy gringo her oldest daughter brought home. It'll be great!
I am still in the laundry room, now waiting for that sweet laundry to dry. Rolling update like what...
Now switching the iPOD to Men at Work - Down Under. How can you not dance in your chair?!
Excited, stressed, broke and still generally a happy me despite all the recent changes. You gotta learn to adjust. There are a lot of things I am afraid of, speaking to strangers and making left hand turns on a busy street. *shudders* I still do them, despite dying inside of nervousness, because I don't want to live in a shell for the rest of my life. My 30s are turning out better than my 20s, holla! It was noted by my friend, I say holla a lot in a 20 minute conversation. Word.
Going back to the being scared shit, I am because I don't know how it's going to go and will I fail miserably or succeed??. who knows?! I don't. The worst that could happen is that I end up living in a van down by the river with my cat. Even then, I'll be like oh I live in New York and my rent is stupid cheap because I live in a van. hahaha The unknown offers endless possibilities as much as scary stuff that could happen. I got mad boos in New York who are willing to help this girl out so I ain't worried.
oy! Not writing my life story up in here and oh yes! I have 15 minutes left on the machine. I'll be rocking hot and fresh clothes for Vegas. Now I end with Nat King Cole's Nature Boy. What a fucking a good singer.
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