"You don’t know how to enjoy yourself. Americans, you work too hard; you get burned out. Then you come home and spend the whole weekend in your pajamas in front of the TV." I am well aware that starting a blog post with an Eat Pray Love quote all but admits that I am a middle-aged soccer Mom trapped in the body of a young man, but I couldn't resist since the quote perfectly ties into the theme of today's blog post.
Disclaimer: This post is not going to be as soothing as The Great British Baking Show, so if you're looking for that genre, I'd suggest heading over to Netflix for your dose of accented people trying their hands at baking. Once you're done there, be sure to come back here for your fix of a non-accented person attempting to make an Americanized version of iconic baked goods.
In the spring of 2018, I wrote a post about (pardon my potential misuse of a football reference) calling an audible. Well, it's nearly two years later, and I find myself in a similar place: wanting to edit a few of the year's goals in addition to lacking even a basic understanding of sports terminology. So here's what I'm planning on changing:
Although this year has not gone according to the five-year plan I once carefully crafted, I did my best to make the most of it. When I moved back to Florida in July, I did so with a steely determination to make my second round down south much more impactful than my first. While I never imagined I would one day be working in the legal field, I was excited to challenge myself in new areas and planned to stay in the job for the next few years. But once again, I came to realize how plans can change in the blink of an eye.
In case the title caused you to wonder, I have not been concealing a marriage. It's slightly less dramatic, but exactly five years ago today, I wrote my first post for this blog. To celebrate this occasion, I'm going to react to that inaugural post because I couldn't exactly commemorate the day by giving the traditional fifth-anniversary gift of wood.
Like Walt Disney Studios releasing a beloved classic from its vault in the early 2000s, I decided I would bless my loyal readers with a blast from the past photo of me circa January 2012.
A little less than two years ago, I could be found sitting in my bedroom frantically trying to figure out what to write about before midnight. No, I wasn't experiencing a bizarre Cinderella in the cornfields of Ohio scenario; I just had to get something posted so I could keep my goal to "Publish a blog post once a week." Ultimately, I wrote about books, and while it was nothing earth-shattering, it ranks as one of my favorite posts because it kept my goal going, which ended up producing some of my most cherished blog articles.
As of eight days ago, I officially became a twenty-five-year-old. Since it's often viewed as a milestone year, I considered using this post to wax poetic about how I'm now a quarter of a century old. But after some thought, I realized that's probably been done before, so I should instead just go ahead and share this year's list of goals...
It's been 144 days since I wrote Thank U, Next (the blog post, not the chart-topper sung by Ariana Grande). And while I wish I could come on here and write about how the past few months have been full of aha moments and unwavering positivity, I'd be lying if I gave that impression.
You may be here expecting to read salacious details of my recent resignation, or you may be here simply because you love a good Ariana Grande bop and are hoping for more of her in this post. I hate to disappoint you on both sides, but this won't be a detailed hit piece explaining why I left my job, and there won't be much more Ari in this post.