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Friends.

It goes without saying that I am a woman of many interests. I jump at the opportunity to begin a new project; the thrill of creating lists, setting schedules and bringing something original into being is too enticing for me to say no.

But the juggling act isn't working lately. And while I normally subscribe to the DO ALL THE THINGS school of thought, this practice is hindering my project process more than it is helping. It may be time to try a new tactic.

I'll be taking the next few months to focus on one project for a few weeks, then another, then another. Maybe this will spark the serious growth that I've been pushing toward in each.

See you soon.

30 day song challenge: Day 17

A song that holds a lot of meaning for you.

Most songs from the Ben Folds/Ben Folds Five catalog hold a lot of meaning for me, but this one in particular stands out. I'm totally serious, dudes.

It's a song that--for a number of reasons--became centered around the tragic death of a friend several years ago. Consequently, it also became a focal point around which the rest of us banded to get through the dark days.

Bitches ain't shit, you guys.

30 day song challenge: Day 15 & soul coffee

A song people wouldn't expect you to like.

My day-to-day cup of tea? Not exactly. But sometimes a gal just needs some grit and grunge. Thanks, WSOU, for yanking me violently out of my comfort zone.

If you had the attention span to read all the way through my last post, 1) thank you immensely and 2) you already know that I've been in a pretty serious rut of self-doubt lately. In trying to pull myself out, I've taken to reading the words of Alexandra Franzen like scripture. The woman is a powerhouse of positivity, you guys. And though I sometimes read her posts and think WHAT kinda Kool-Aid is this girl drinking?, more often than not just I'm inspired to get off my ass and make something of myself.

If you're not sure who "you" are right now, take a few minutes this week to reflect on the Theme of Your Life. It's centering; it's reassuring; it's a caffeine jolt for the soul.

Here's mine, as per one hour ago:

My cellular obstacles are the desire for instant success, the fear of prematurely cutting off possibilities and the need to control ev.er.y.thing. The biggest, most vital lessons that I'm destined to learn and relearn are patience and the relinquishing of control.

My magnetic talents are human attraction, organization and written word. I put them to use every day by playing matchmaker between new music and its potential fans, managing personal creative projects and writing killer client reports. I hide them whenever I a) get too burnt out to show my face or b) doubt my own potential for independent success. But I'm wildly in love with my ability to rabble-rouse; to get people excited. To make things happen.

My final-breath battle cry is this: Though you cannot control the situation in which you're placed or the actions of those around you, you can control the ways YOU respond and run your life; where, with whom and how you live it. 

I believe that the world is bigger than imaginable, and that one of the main points of life is seeing as much of that world as possible in order to unify my views of it with the others who experience it. We're all in this together, and I don't want to die before reminding the world that we are all part of a huge network. NO one is an isolated island, and whatever your passion is, it can be shared with others. There is someone else out there who shares your loves and beliefs.

My life has a theme. And if I had to synthesize it into a single word (or two, or three, or several), it would be: never-ending education. enthusiasm cultivation. action-creating connection. tireless exploration.

30 day song challenge: Day 14 & a VERY long read

A song you like hearing live.

Wowza, that's tough. There are so many things that could fit into this category. BUT. Keeping it simple, I saw this song live last week, and it was the shit. There's no video for it, but that link will give you direct access. Go listen to it. And only read through the rest of this post if you have some serious time to kill.

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I'm gonna get real honest about some less-than-happy subject matter right now, and not because I'm asking for your pity or because I think my feelings make me a special, unique snowflake. On the contrary, I get the sense that a lot of twentysomethings are dealing with varying degrees of this situation, and when a friend or two or three reminded me that I wasn't alone, I felt less like shit. So if you're feeling like shit, maybe this will help you, too.

There are some days that I wake up and just. hate. myself. My self-confidence stash is at E, and my flaws weigh more heavily on me than the scarves, boots and coats I'll soon have to don in the coming months. And that's not because I wake up feeling like a bad person; it's because I wake up feeling overwhelmed, exhausted and powerless to push my life in the direction I want. I'm a rag doll being dragged through each day, barely keeping up with the pace. And when that happens day after day, week after week, I forget who "me" even is.

Taken straight from an email I just wrote to a very close friend:

"The nights I can come home and work on anything non-job-related are few and far between, and if there's no time to do my own thing, how will I ever grow/eventually move upward? This mentality, plus some serious self-doubt after meeting so many experienced, intelligent and (this is my own term for them) real music industry people has led to a pretty rough past few weeks. I was standing in the middle of a very excited, very sweaty crowd at a release party on Tuesday night when it hit me that I don't even know what music I like. One of my co-workers is always trying to get me to describe what my "sound" is. And I've never been able to give him a straight answer. I can tell him the bands that I once loved because I grew up listening to them, laughable as they are now (picture me as a 12-year-old downloading Guster, Dispatch and, later, every artist from the Garden State soundtrack), and what I'm listening to on a day-to-day basis (a lot of Delicate Steve, some Soul Coughing for nostalgia and a handful of other things), but in reality, I have no fucking clue how to even describe what "my" taste is. And that made me so indescribably sad. 

"Suddenly, nothing sounded good to me. No music sounded appealing, none of my favorite foods sounded appealing (there was FREE ICE CREAM being given away at this show), not even a good pumpkin beer sounded appealing."

I'm serious about this, you guys. I worked hard, made amazing connections, graduated from college early and landed my dream job where I get to do a bunch of awesome things, but even so, life isn't all concerts and butterflies.

"I got up the next morning with zero confidence in my ability to do anything but brush my teeth and maybe get dressed. Who had hired me to talk about music, and why? And how could I ever progress from here if the rest of my skills--design, web-building, whatever--are disappointingly subpar from lack of practice/real creativity? I felt destined to forever hold an office job under someone else's watch, to be tied to a desk and to be forever tired, confused, utterly mediocre and tasteless."

But the story gets better! Because here's the important part: This happens to everyone sometimes. And if you are a human being trying to better your life in some way, it will undoubtedly happen to you. No matter what you're doing--trying to pass a class, searching for jobs or just making an effort to survive the one you have--you WILL experience days in which you wake up, look in the mirror and want to do nothing but crawl back into bed. You WILL suffer severe bouts of self-doubt and question your own judgments. It happens.

But it WILL pass, too. You've got, got, got to remember that you're not stupid, you're not unqualified and you're not alone. See the response I received to that email to emphasize this point:

"YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF YOURSELF FOR KNOWING THAT YOU HAVE GOALS. I know so many people who will NEVER pursue their aspirations because it is easier to get all bummed out and give yourself excuses that kept you from doing so. But you know what? as slow as it may happen, you are working towards those goals right now, and no one's stopping you. That's pretty awesome."

This friend ^^ was right.

Oh, and on where I am at this point? Though I'm still trying to find my footing on what makes me love or hate a band, and I'm still trying to push past mediocrity when it comes to non-work projects, I know I'm out of that awful low phase because my appetite is back. This girl came over last night to catch up, bake a red wine chocolate cake with me and talk about life.

More than half of that cake is gone by now.

30 day song challenge: Day 13

A song you sing to in the shower.

Another stupid prompt, because news flash: not everyone sings in the shower.
A song I listen to while getting ready for work, perhaps?

I've only known of this band for a few months, but they. are. crazy. good.

Did anyone else remember that it's National Talk Like a Pirate Day?

Could we please get out our giant hats and shoulder parrots and celebrate this shit?

30 day song challenge: Day 12

A song that reminds you of your best friend.

I don't think she even reads my blog, but to the girl who endured middle school theater, high school cheerleading and all the highs/lows of life with me.

Let's talk about learning to flirt with boys, learning to drive and eventually learning to be adults together.