Nearly a month ago I wrote and published Fitness & Health: Part 1. To the many friends who not only encouraged my challenges but also gave advice on how to approach my goals, thank you! I am feeling much happier and healthier over the past month due to a variety of reasons: better nutritional choices, more daily exercises, and no more heartache. It’s amazing how much a month can make a difference in your life.
Have you ever liked someone but the timing is off? How many times do you give yourself advice and not listen? For me, countless times, and the greatest advice I give myself which I ignore is not to fall for someone. Don’t take down my walls. Don’t let anyone in. Don’t allow anyone else to make me happy other than myself. Don’t, don’t, don’t. Well, this time I’ve nailed the head on all bad advice and fallen for a man at the wrong time. And this morning, as I consider what to write in this post, I’m reminded how useless my little conscience can be once again.
One of the best parts of blogging is meeting and interacting with new people. I love commenting on other blogs, picking at peoples’ minds, and encouraging them to continue on with their blogging passions. I also love when others in the blogosphere visit Peonies ‘n Mint and do the same to me!
Nearly four months ago one such blogger visited my little section of the Internet. Her name was Hillary and she had just started blogging on an oklahoma girl. (Check her blog out!) We struck up a conversation, began following each other on social media, and the rest is history! I was so honored when she asked me to join her on a new blogging venture: swap boxing to one another.
The county fair was last week and, as is the usual tendency at the fair, my friends and I ate unhealthily while we walked aimlessly around and ran into old classmates and colleagues. One of the groups we happened to run into contained a kid from my high school who was also once one of my campers. (He’s now a sophomore in college! Oh, how quickly he grew up!) As we did our quick five-minute catch-up, he asked me how Army was doing. I was a bit surprised he hadn’t heard of our break up being that it was over three months ago, but I gave my well-rehearsed, polite response, “Actually we aren’t together anymore, so I’m not entirely sure.” To which he gave me the mixed look of sadness and sympathy accustomed to those transitioning through a break up. Then he proceeded to pat me on the back and tell me that I will find someone new and I will get over the heartbreak.
An article shared in my Reader caught my eye today, and upon closer examination I felt it worthy of being reblogged on Peonies ‘n Mint. I’ll discuss the topic later this month, but as a preliminary notice: I joined Match.com over two weeks ago and met a certain someone who has been extremely kind and sincere in our conversations to one another. Tonight marks our first face-to-face meeting and though I am actually quite giddy about the date, I am also nervous. This article gives an on-point description for my hesitation…
Originally Posted on The Good Men Project:
There has been a lot written recently about the challenges of online dating and the switch to much more of a “hook-up” culture. While it definitely exists and this topic gets most of the attention, that has not been my experience. So one of two things must be true … I’m doing it wrong … or there is still reason to be optimistic about meeting people online.
The problem with online dating isn’t that it created a hookup culture. The problem is it has made us all unicorn hunters.
I don’t know about you, but I am frequently asked the question, “What do you want to do with your life?” I never know how to answer. I know where I am in life now. I know what I’m doing with my life now. However, the future? No, thank you. Like I said in 7 Questions to Finding Life’s Purpose, I haven’t been able to find a suitable answer in terms of the future my entire life! It’s gotten to the point that the next time I encounter this predicament (you know, when Great Aunt Marge, the one I vaguely remember due to the mole on her chin, catches me at the latest family reunion and asks about my future) I’m just going to say something completely random: “Oh, I’m preparing to take a walk-about in the Australian Outback in order to better coagulate my thoughts into a state of higherness where I can adamantly state who and what I will be as a fuller adult.” Then as she pieces together that my statement obviously makes no sense whatsoever, I’ll walk away.
Never say, “Things cannot get worse.” Typically, when you place such negative thoughts on a certain situation, things likely will get very much worse. I learned this firsthand this past weekend. Just when I thought my “vacation” to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan had hit rock-bottom, another stone rolled away to allow the rock slide to continue downward.
I came across this article written by Mark Manson titled “7 Strange Questions That Help You Find Your Life Purpose“. For someone who is continually rearranging her thoughts, expanding her horizons, and changing the way she thinks of herself and her future, the title intrigued me. I mean, I always thought knowing my life’s purpose was something I’d learn in stride. But that Mark Manson is a genius; he’s shaved years off my wondering by providing me with seven little questions to discover my whole reason being in this world.
The month of July supplied me with enough time to weather pain and sadness and mend. Within only a few short weeks, I have become a stronger and better person than the woman who was blindsided and left in the dirt with a broken heart. Though I won’t go so far as to say I am completely happy with my life, I am happy with myself. I am a hard worker, a good friend, and a strong individual who deserves only the best out of this world — and that is what I intend to demand for my future.