Showing posts with label xoxo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label xoxo. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Deuces!
Local Townie turns TWO years old today and it's not so hard to believe when I look back at all that has happened. I flipped through my old posts to see my transitions from grad student to young professional, Tanzania to Kentucky, and one of the townies to single girl living on her own.
For some people, the world wide web is for their personal ego boosts. They need a certain number of "likes" and "reposts" to validate their internet worth. But that's not what Local Townie is about. I blog in order to know that I am living to the fullest-- doing what the locals do (whether at home or traveling), investing in a community of friends (whether down the street or across the country), and taking time to have a little fun (hoping you'll join me or follow in my footsteps).
"...spilling some of my personal life and keeping you up to date on the generally ridiculous nature of my life." -Local Townie 4/11/2010
I knew that when I started a blog that I needed to have a schtick so that it would be worth reading. I am always surprised when people tell me that they read Local Townie. I am even more surprised when I see the statistics, google results, and geography of people reading my blog. I am absolutely dumbfounded when strangers tell me that they have read my blog!
Get EXCITED because I'm fixing to start a whole new chapter of adventures in Washington DC, but not before I hit a few travel destinations and my KY Bucket List. Thanks to my readers for all your love and support!
As always, keep it local.
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birthday love,
xoxo
Monday, January 9, 2012
The elusive trifecta
Thanks to Sesh for inspiring this post. The sentiment from the article What 20-Something has Their Dream Job and Dream Relationship? comes on the coattails of some conversations I have been having recently:
The grass is always greener on the other side.
Something could always be a little bit better. Better pay, better hours, a new romance that is texting you through the work day, a posse of buds to join for happy hour. That's what we all want, right?
My fear is that this sentiment comes from our Millennial Generation (aka "The Lost Generation" as I was informed today) that is entitled to all of the greatest things in life. Our parents were raised by our grandparents who survived the Great Depression and lived through a World War. They ingrained our parents with a sense of resourcefulness and gusto. But our parents' perception of the world likely changed as they saw man land on the moon, Wall Street skyrocket with success, and technology blast us into the twenty-first century (er, never want to be without my smart phone again. Ever.). "You can do anything you want," they told us. The world is your playground, go have fun.
We DESERVE it all we've been told. The trifecta of a good life. A great job. A wonderful relationship. Friends that make the world go round. But who really achieves everything they've been searching for?
Our neighbor dropped by the house over Christmas to gift some sugary delights and sat to talk for a while. His children, both over thirty, are not married, not engaged, without children, gainfully employed, and searching for what will make them happiest in life. Sounds pretty normal for kids in my hometown. He said, and his thoughts were echoed by my parents, that our generation is DIFFERENT. We don't seem to SETTLE. Hooray for us! But he didn't understand why his children were always searching for the NEXT BIG THING.
Are we always STRIVING? When you're striving, you might be missing the journey, or what's right under your nose. When you're striving you are never at peace. Chasing is exhausting, and eventually you are going to run out of energy. How horrible would it be to realize that you had been striving for a decade and all of a sudden "the glory days" were behind you. At the same time, the missing piece is what drives us and keeps us motivated. It is a billion dollar industry that feeds on the insecurity of the twenty-something.
Enter Audrey. One of the most adventurous, inspiring twenty-somethings I know. We caught up over break and discussed our parallel lives (We are both pediatric emergency medicine nurse practitioners with lots of home town love, both trying to make our way in a new city, and both finding ourselves a little lost at times.) and how we each envied aspects of the other's life. Here was her hope for me:
I am glad that life has brought you heartbreak. Because it means that you first felt things that you hadn't felt before. I hope that these experiences bring new colors to your life so that you can see your world through brighter eyes. Your life is great! Be selfish. No one else is going to make you happy-- they can't do that for you because they will inevitably fail. Look inward for comfort and companionship then move forward in your life. Keep doing great things and the rest will sort itself out.
And that's the moral of the article. "Having it all" is a fantasy concept. The grass is sometimes greener on the other side for me. Patience is not my virtue, but I'm starting to see the blues, yellows, and pinks on my side of the pasture.
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time to put my big girl pants on,
xoxo
Monday, November 28, 2011
With the advent of many conversations taking place in my life regarding old friends in new relationships, weddings, engagements, and romance of the sorts, I thought it pertinent to put it all out there-- on my sleeve if you will-- and talk about what is on every twenty-something's mind... The opposite sex.
Follow these four articles for a modern-day approach to ladies, gents, and where "courtship" has been lost, only to be replaced with the Jersey Shore mentality.
Why I Only Date Southern Gentlemen
A Guide to Being A Southern Gentleman
The New Math on Campus
All the Single Ladies
Follow these four articles for a modern-day approach to ladies, gents, and where "courtship" has been lost, only to be replaced with the Jersey Shore mentality.
Why I Only Date Southern Gentlemen
A Guide to Being A Southern Gentleman
The New Math on Campus
All the Single Ladies
Just a few other tips that cannot be ignored:
Ladies, take some Carolina advice and STAY CLASSY. When your mom told you to go back in the house and PUT SOME CLOTHES ON, she was right (Thanks Mom!). The whole less is more attitude does not apply to fabric. Take some tips from Stacey & Clinton and accent your best assets, but do it in a way that leaves something to the imagination.
Gents, man up. Stop creepin'. Open a door. Surprise her. Let your actions speak louder than your words. And when the time is right, let your words do the talking. A little positive reinforcement goes a long way.
Court each other. Girls this applies to you too. The key to courtship: Patience. Get to know one another as the story unravels. Don't be in a rush to get to the next step. If you're being anticipatory, it means that you're not basking in the moment that you're in. Get to know one another in an open, honest, candid way. Let your freak flags fly and be okay with letting each other be unabashedly yourselves. You'll have fun, I promise.
Think lovingly, speak lovingly, act lovingly. This is written on my computer to remind me every day. The first one is the hardest because sometimes I just can't help but think the worst of Indiana drivers, or wonder why that girl is wearing Uggs with a miniskirt (see above re: Stay Classy). Speaking lovingly is easy as a Southern girl. All you have to do is finish any statement with "bless her heart" and it sounds sweet. For instance, "That girl has a face like a horse, bless her heart." See? Seriously though, sometimes it's hard to put words out there because if you say them out loud then they must be true. But where's the adventure if you aren't a little scared? Lastly, act lovingly. Be intentional with every move, every hug, every smile. But avoid the ICK factor.
Nervous? Good. It's your body's way of telling you to pay attention. This is important dingbat. Those butterflies in your stomach mean that you're supposed to look at that girl/boy and listen to what (s)he has to say. Compose yourself. Good, here we go... Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.
Put your GAME FACE on and stop PLAYING GAMES.
xoxo,
becky
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