Moving to NYC has been an amazing experience in so many ways. I can't believe it's been almost 3 weeks since my last blog post - time flies like crazy when you're having fun. There has been so much going on in my life, job applications, dating, friends visiting, visiting family, and on and on.
With everything that's been happening, I feel like I'm right on the brink. Of everything. I'm on the brink of finding an amazing job... or on the brink of finding a mediocre job for now with an amazing job in the works on the horizon. I'm on the brink of finding a fantastic man who inspires me intellectually, keeps me giggling, makes me feel beautiful, and gives me goosebumps, who wants to be in a relationship. I'm on the brink of almost figuring out exactly who I am and who I want to be and coming to terms with all of that.
The other night I went out with my bff Lauren who was in town, and my roomie Matt. Lauren went home either to get pretty and go out with a local man that she met via online dating or to go to sleep because she and Dominic left early the next morning. Matt and I were at one of our favorite local haunts, Branded. I sang a couple of very raspy karaoke songs (and got a compliment from a nice old lady who said, "Even though your voice is blown out, I could tell you sing well and I look forward to seeing you back here once you recover.") and ended up sitting at the bar with Matt and my favorite bartender at Branded, Alex. Alex has this amazing ridiculous white-man-afro thanks to his Italian roots and hipster tendencies. I have never really wanted curly hair, but dang, I do admire a good head of curly hair. ***I interrupt this thought to mention that I found my first grey EYEBROW hair yesterday. What?!?! My eyebrows are now going grey!? Not cool, body, not cool. Carry on with your previously scheduled blog.*** So Matt and I somehow get to talking about life and jobs and my hormones and the whiskey got to me and I had a good ole bar-cry.
For those of you who are reading this blog because my life is way different than yours and you don't know what a bar-cry is, let me enlighten you. A bar-cry is when you sit at the bar with a good friend, probably with a glass or two of wine or beer or in this particular case some whiskey (I'm learning to love the brown stuff again) and you talk about a sensitive topic and tears come to your eyes and you surreptitiously wipe them away when they fall down your cheeks as you deep share with your friend about life and its meaning and how your favorite boots gave you a blister the other day and you feel betrayed.
But seriously, I had a fantastic chat with Matt and he listened and asked good questions and gave me supporting comments while I talked about some of my deepest fears and frustrations and got really vulnerable. Alex was kind and let me and Matt talk and eventually joined in and also had some great words of advice and encouragement.
One of my greatest strengths is also one of my biggest weaknesses. I put bad or negative feelings away in a file drawer in the back of my mind, so that I can push forward and survive and stay positive. This works well when I have little bumps in the road, but I have been unemployed for six months now and I have a lot of negative thoughts in my head and I needed to get them out. I absolutely feel and know that this move to NYC was meant to be and I am destined to be here and my experience, knowledge, and skills will be put to use in their very best way soon enough. But there are moments where I feel intimidated, useless, lame, like a loser, dumb, lame, all of these horrible negative words that are not true in the least bit. I am a powerful, smart, vivacious, gregarious and passionate woman and I know that I am here for a purpose.
Megan made a good point to me the other day, my career thus far has been pretty great, progressing fast and furious through the years. I mean, I was a Vice President at Bank of America before I was 30 years old. Sure, there are a bunch of VPs at BofA, but it was a significant accomplishment and I will always be proud of that. Megan also said to me, "Maybe this is just your time to be humble, to start over, to reevaluate and remember what it means to work hard." That really resonated with me. Maybe I was just too cocksure of myself, maybe this is God's way of saying, "Whoa girl, I gave you talents but let me remind you of where you started." Whatever His plan is, I'm fully open to it and I'm ready to get back to work.
I am a little superstitious right now so I won't share all the details, but today was a day full of great progress in regard to jobs. And believe you me, this girl is determined to make her mark on NYC. This great city needs a joyful, obnoxiously optimistic, honest, meticulous Californian and this city needs her bad.
These days, getting a job is top of my mind. But I'm still enjoying every moment here with Megan, Matt, our friends, and even extended family that I'm meeting for the first time. My depression is completely gone and I feel strong, happy, determined, and I know I'm right on the brink. Keep those prayers coming, because everything is about to fall into place.
Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label depression. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
When football makes you cry
No, it's not the playoffs yet (which is when I usually cry about football). But here I sit, with tears streaming down my face, doing the weird cry breathing.
Ok, to be fair, I might be under heavy influence of hormones and be missing my parents and be thinking way too much about what I don't have in my life yet, which is never smart to do when you're a lady coming up on that particular week.
Last week, I recorded a TV show on ESPN, "The Book of Manning." I took a break this morning to watch it, and man was it worth it. As a football fan, you have to be crazy to not recognize the amazing legacy that the Manning family has created. I knew a little bit about Archie Manning, and of course I know about Peyton and Eli, but I really had no idea about the family as a whole. This film is really about the family relationship, above all. Sure, Archie Manning was an amazing football player, a star quarterback in high school and college, and an NFL quarterback for 13 seasons. Amazingly, all three of his sons excelled in football and made their own names (even though Cooper had to give up his football career due to medical challenges). But what really got to me was the relationship between Archie and his sons.
I loved that Archie didn't make a big deal about his own football success and focused on being a dad and raising good people. It broke my heart to learn that Archie's father committed suicide, but then my heart was warmed to see that Archie was committed to being affectionate and supportive of his own sons, in a way to make up for the lack of a relationship he had with his own father. I'm grateful that both of my parents have been unconditionally supportive and loving, even when I was a huge jerk or making a decision that they didn't agree with. I have never doubted that my Mom and Dad love me - they told me often and showed me with their actions and their words. I feel so blessed to know without a doubt that my parents love me, I know there are many people who can't say the same.
Clearly, I'm a lucky girl. I have fantastic parents and a great relationship with my one and only sister, Megan. So then why was I crying? I think I was just having a pity party moment. I'm a positive and happy person a lot of the time, because I tend to lock away or ignore feelings that make me sad or regretful so they don't hold me back. I'm grateful for the life I have and I know that the choices I've made are a part of my history and that there's no point in focusing on what I could have done or what I don't have. But this blog is a sort of therapy for me and so I guess I should share some of what goes through my head when I'm not all smiles and sunshine.
Understanding that there is no magic genie that grants wishes, that I'm in charge of my own destiny, and that I can't change the past, here's some of the thoughts that came to my mind while watching this show... I wish I had gone to a big football school, somewhere in the midwest or the south, where the passion for your alma mater is undeniable and something that you pass on to your children. I wish I had graduated in four years. I wish I was married and raising boys of my own to be the best person they can be. At this point in my life, marriage and children are not even a blip on the horizon, and that hurts more than a little bit. I know I'd be a great wife and mom, and it feels like my time will likely never come. I can't help but feel like I'm doing something wrong. I wish I found something early on that I was so passionate about, like the Mannings are about football, something that I could pursue with devotion and energy. I feel very lost right now about what I want to be when I grow up, even though I feel like something great is right around the corner.
I know I'm having a hormonal moment, because overall I feel so much better than I did a few weeks ago. I'm back on a regular exercise routine and I have started at 12 week weight lifting regime that is making my muscles pleasantly sore. I love weight lifting, it makes me feel strong and healthy and gives me a different feeling than the intense cardio of spin or the calm strength of yoga. I'm still eating healthy and taking my vitamins and supplements. I have my daily routine and I'm sticking to it. So even though I'm continuing the activities to help keep that dark monster of depression at bay, I had a good ole cry today all thanks to football.
Whew, I feel better after getting some of those thoughts out of my head and into this digital journal. Now it's back to the job-hunting grind, networking with family and friends, and preparing for some upcoming fun, October is going to be a fun and busy month!
Tonight I have a Meetup with the Park Slope Girlfriends at Pork Slope, and considering that pork is my favorite meat - I can't wait. This weekend my cousin Robin and her hubby Will (they celebrated 7 years of marriage this week - congratulations!) are coming into town for a wedding and are staying with us. I am so excited to host them in our beautiful apartment and to bop around NYC with them. And in exactly a week, my BFF Lauren and good friend Dominic will have arrived and settled in for a week of fun with me in NYC. I'm glad I got that hormonal cry out of the way, because I need to make room for lots of laughter that's in the future!
Oh, and if you get a chance - check out "The Book of Manning." It's really a great story, although I can't guarantee that you won't shed at least a couple tears.
Ok, to be fair, I might be under heavy influence of hormones and be missing my parents and be thinking way too much about what I don't have in my life yet, which is never smart to do when you're a lady coming up on that particular week.
Last week, I recorded a TV show on ESPN, "The Book of Manning." I took a break this morning to watch it, and man was it worth it. As a football fan, you have to be crazy to not recognize the amazing legacy that the Manning family has created. I knew a little bit about Archie Manning, and of course I know about Peyton and Eli, but I really had no idea about the family as a whole. This film is really about the family relationship, above all. Sure, Archie Manning was an amazing football player, a star quarterback in high school and college, and an NFL quarterback for 13 seasons. Amazingly, all three of his sons excelled in football and made their own names (even though Cooper had to give up his football career due to medical challenges). But what really got to me was the relationship between Archie and his sons.
I loved that Archie didn't make a big deal about his own football success and focused on being a dad and raising good people. It broke my heart to learn that Archie's father committed suicide, but then my heart was warmed to see that Archie was committed to being affectionate and supportive of his own sons, in a way to make up for the lack of a relationship he had with his own father. I'm grateful that both of my parents have been unconditionally supportive and loving, even when I was a huge jerk or making a decision that they didn't agree with. I have never doubted that my Mom and Dad love me - they told me often and showed me with their actions and their words. I feel so blessed to know without a doubt that my parents love me, I know there are many people who can't say the same.
Clearly, I'm a lucky girl. I have fantastic parents and a great relationship with my one and only sister, Megan. So then why was I crying? I think I was just having a pity party moment. I'm a positive and happy person a lot of the time, because I tend to lock away or ignore feelings that make me sad or regretful so they don't hold me back. I'm grateful for the life I have and I know that the choices I've made are a part of my history and that there's no point in focusing on what I could have done or what I don't have. But this blog is a sort of therapy for me and so I guess I should share some of what goes through my head when I'm not all smiles and sunshine.
Understanding that there is no magic genie that grants wishes, that I'm in charge of my own destiny, and that I can't change the past, here's some of the thoughts that came to my mind while watching this show... I wish I had gone to a big football school, somewhere in the midwest or the south, where the passion for your alma mater is undeniable and something that you pass on to your children. I wish I had graduated in four years. I wish I was married and raising boys of my own to be the best person they can be. At this point in my life, marriage and children are not even a blip on the horizon, and that hurts more than a little bit. I know I'd be a great wife and mom, and it feels like my time will likely never come. I can't help but feel like I'm doing something wrong. I wish I found something early on that I was so passionate about, like the Mannings are about football, something that I could pursue with devotion and energy. I feel very lost right now about what I want to be when I grow up, even though I feel like something great is right around the corner.
I know I'm having a hormonal moment, because overall I feel so much better than I did a few weeks ago. I'm back on a regular exercise routine and I have started at 12 week weight lifting regime that is making my muscles pleasantly sore. I love weight lifting, it makes me feel strong and healthy and gives me a different feeling than the intense cardio of spin or the calm strength of yoga. I'm still eating healthy and taking my vitamins and supplements. I have my daily routine and I'm sticking to it. So even though I'm continuing the activities to help keep that dark monster of depression at bay, I had a good ole cry today all thanks to football.
Whew, I feel better after getting some of those thoughts out of my head and into this digital journal. Now it's back to the job-hunting grind, networking with family and friends, and preparing for some upcoming fun, October is going to be a fun and busy month!
Tonight I have a Meetup with the Park Slope Girlfriends at Pork Slope, and considering that pork is my favorite meat - I can't wait. This weekend my cousin Robin and her hubby Will (they celebrated 7 years of marriage this week - congratulations!) are coming into town for a wedding and are staying with us. I am so excited to host them in our beautiful apartment and to bop around NYC with them. And in exactly a week, my BFF Lauren and good friend Dominic will have arrived and settled in for a week of fun with me in NYC. I'm glad I got that hormonal cry out of the way, because I need to make room for lots of laughter that's in the future!
Oh, and if you get a chance - check out "The Book of Manning." It's really a great story, although I can't guarantee that you won't shed at least a couple tears.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
East versus west
No... I'm not talking about NYC versus LA. Nor Biggie Smalls versus Tupac. Neither am I discussing the difference between the upper east side versus the upper west side. I'm talking about medicine.
Let me start by saying that I believe in doctors, I respect them and I admire their ability to heal and make bodies whole. At one point in life, being a doctor was what I wanted to be when I grew up. I think modern medicine is amazing and I'm constantly in awe of how different ailments are treated with western medicine with great success. However, I believe that if I can treat what ails me with homeopathic supplements, I'd rather do that than with a prescription drug. There's more to eastern medicine than just homeopathic/herbal remedies, but that's what I have adopted the most. UCLA has an interesting article in one of their newsletters about integrating eastern medicine techniques into western medicine traditions, it's the best of both worlds. One day soon I need to find myself a naturopathic doctor here in NYC.
Also, I'd like to say that I don't really have any dietary restrictions as far as what I eat, I have no allergies and I am an omnivore. So I don't do research to find gelatin-free capsules, etc. I choose sublingual or chewable supplements if I can because first of all, they're fun, and second of all, if my band is really tight I can't take large pills (I will tell my weight loss story sometime in the future, it's a long story with a happy ending).
Right now, I've started taking 5-HTP and GABA again, they help me fight depression and while I've been in a little slump for the past few weeks, I sure as heck don't want it to continue into the fall and winter, when I'm extra susceptible to seasonal depression. Being a little blue is a warning sign for me and full blown depression is really not fun and it's a scary downward spiral if I don't catch it in time. I like getting out of bed, meeting new people, and doing normal activities like checking my mail and answering phone calls (things I avoid when I'm depressed). So it's time to be proactive and set up a routine of nutrition, exercise, social activities, and homeopathic supplements. I'm going to continue taking them until the spring, just as a precautionary measure.
Here's a photo of all of the vitamins and supplements in my medicine cabinet right now.
From left to right, they are as follows:
Let me start by saying that I believe in doctors, I respect them and I admire their ability to heal and make bodies whole. At one point in life, being a doctor was what I wanted to be when I grew up. I think modern medicine is amazing and I'm constantly in awe of how different ailments are treated with western medicine with great success. However, I believe that if I can treat what ails me with homeopathic supplements, I'd rather do that than with a prescription drug. There's more to eastern medicine than just homeopathic/herbal remedies, but that's what I have adopted the most. UCLA has an interesting article in one of their newsletters about integrating eastern medicine techniques into western medicine traditions, it's the best of both worlds. One day soon I need to find myself a naturopathic doctor here in NYC.
Also, I'd like to say that I don't really have any dietary restrictions as far as what I eat, I have no allergies and I am an omnivore. So I don't do research to find gelatin-free capsules, etc. I choose sublingual or chewable supplements if I can because first of all, they're fun, and second of all, if my band is really tight I can't take large pills (I will tell my weight loss story sometime in the future, it's a long story with a happy ending).
Right now, I've started taking 5-HTP and GABA again, they help me fight depression and while I've been in a little slump for the past few weeks, I sure as heck don't want it to continue into the fall and winter, when I'm extra susceptible to seasonal depression. Being a little blue is a warning sign for me and full blown depression is really not fun and it's a scary downward spiral if I don't catch it in time. I like getting out of bed, meeting new people, and doing normal activities like checking my mail and answering phone calls (things I avoid when I'm depressed). So it's time to be proactive and set up a routine of nutrition, exercise, social activities, and homeopathic supplements. I'm going to continue taking them until the spring, just as a precautionary measure.
Here's a photo of all of the vitamins and supplements in my medicine cabinet right now.
From left to right, they are as follows:
- OxyELITE Pro
- High Potency chewable multivitamin from Trader Joe's
- Liver Blend SP-13 from Solaray
- GABA Plus from Twinlab
- HTP Calm from Natural Balance
- BCAA with glutamine from Jarrow Formulas
- Cranberry supplements from Rite Aid
- Glucosamine Chondroitin MSM complex from Target's Up and Up brand
- Iron chewable from Nature's Plus
- Vitamin C with rose hips chewable tablets I think from Target...
- Biotin lozenges from Solaray
- Vitamin D chewable from Nature Made
- B vitamin complex sublingual liquid from Nature's Bounty - not pictured because I forgot and I don't want to retake the photo
***Now, obviously I'm no dietitian, nor am I a doctor or pharmacist, and I'm not here to tell you to put anything in your body that you haven't run by your doctor or done research on yourself. I'm just sharing what I take and why and how it affects me. So don't blame me if you try one of these supplements and start growing another pinky toe or something, ok?!?***
Admittedly, I should know more about combining stuff and when to take vitamins and with what in order to maximize efficacy. I just know what I want these things to do for me. OxyELITE Pro is a thermogenic, aka fatburner. The various multivitamins, iron, vitamins B/C/D etc. I use to fill in the gaps in my diet in case I'm not getting everything through my food. I eat well, but hey why not. The liver supplement I bought because I do like a cocktail or three from time to time and figured I might help the ole gal out. I don't drink booze as frequently as I used to though, which is the best thing for my liver and body in general. The cranberry is because the older I get, the more finicky my lady parts and related area can be. I inherited wonky joints from my Pops, and being morbidly obese for 10+ years didn't help matters, so the glucosamine and chondroitin make my joints happy. As an almost reformed nail-biter, the biotin makes my nails grow and also helps my baby fine hair stay strong and grow well. Then there are the amino acids... branch chain amino acids with glutamine are good for my exercising and athletic tendencies. And of course my GABA and 5-HTP, amino acids that are my version of Zoloft, Lexapro, or Cymbalta. Add in the other natural happy endorphins I get from exercise, and you have a happy Kelly who is armed to fight off that mean monster of depression.
Oh, and for pain I usually try to tough it out. But in the case of a kayak paddle dropping on my toe, a jaw-clenching stress headache, or a celebratory champagne hangover, I prefer ibuprofen or naproxen sodium over acetaminophen. After I try the ole pressure-point manipulation, eastern style of course.
In general, I'm happy to say that I'm blessed with good health and an obnoxiously optimistic disposition. Let's hope that I stay that way.
Do you use homeopathic supplements or certain foods to treat your ailments? How do you fight depression?
Admittedly, I should know more about combining stuff and when to take vitamins and with what in order to maximize efficacy. I just know what I want these things to do for me. OxyELITE Pro is a thermogenic, aka fatburner. The various multivitamins, iron, vitamins B/C/D etc. I use to fill in the gaps in my diet in case I'm not getting everything through my food. I eat well, but hey why not. The liver supplement I bought because I do like a cocktail or three from time to time and figured I might help the ole gal out. I don't drink booze as frequently as I used to though, which is the best thing for my liver and body in general. The cranberry is because the older I get, the more finicky my lady parts and related area can be. I inherited wonky joints from my Pops, and being morbidly obese for 10+ years didn't help matters, so the glucosamine and chondroitin make my joints happy. As an almost reformed nail-biter, the biotin makes my nails grow and also helps my baby fine hair stay strong and grow well. Then there are the amino acids... branch chain amino acids with glutamine are good for my exercising and athletic tendencies. And of course my GABA and 5-HTP, amino acids that are my version of Zoloft, Lexapro, or Cymbalta. Add in the other natural happy endorphins I get from exercise, and you have a happy Kelly who is armed to fight off that mean monster of depression.
Oh, and for pain I usually try to tough it out. But in the case of a kayak paddle dropping on my toe, a jaw-clenching stress headache, or a celebratory champagne hangover, I prefer ibuprofen or naproxen sodium over acetaminophen. After I try the ole pressure-point manipulation, eastern style of course.
In general, I'm happy to say that I'm blessed with good health and an obnoxiously optimistic disposition. Let's hope that I stay that way.
Do you use homeopathic supplements or certain foods to treat your ailments? How do you fight depression?
Monday, September 9, 2013
Oh hello there
Yes, it's me... your long lost blogging friend Kelly. I have returned from my journey to the depths of the Mariana Trench. Or was I visiting the uninhabited Auckland Islands? Wait, I think I was actually in Motuo, China. Wherever I was, I have returned and have not actually fallen off the face of the earth. Aren't you relieved?
Truth is, I've been thinking about blogging. Thinking a lot. Coming up with great ideas. Pondering life and starting a great blog about 478392098374 times in the past month or so. But have I clicked over and actually started typing? Nope. And I have a few reasons/ideas/excuses why:
Truth is, I've been thinking about blogging. Thinking a lot. Coming up with great ideas. Pondering life and starting a great blog about 478392098374 times in the past month or so. But have I clicked over and actually started typing? Nope. And I have a few reasons/ideas/excuses why:
- I'm a lazy journal-er
- I'm just lazy
- I feel like I have to post a huge update and I'm just not up for that
- I have this all-or-nothing 'thing' that hounds me, and I feel like if I'm not posting a daily/weekly recap, it's not even worth it
- I've been fighting depression. I am challenged with depression on occasion, especially seasonal depression which starts in the fall (my old therapist said I'm a summer girl and my brain mourns the loss of sunshine and outdoor activities). Exercise is my natural antidepressant, but if you've struggled with depression you know that exercise is something you have to force yourself to keep up when you're feeling blue
- My nails are really long right now and it feels funny to type
- I don't really want to let my brain run free, that's dangerous
- I want to blog about my cat getting out and lost but it's pretty emotional for me
- I'm heavier than I want to be and I feel like if I'm not job hunting, I should be working out
- I don't want to face my emotions
- I have too much to say and it will take forever
- It's much more important to get to the next level on Candy Crush
- I like reading other blogs more
- I have a pile of cards and thank-yous that I haven't written out yet
- Cooking creates tangible results so I like it more
- I still don't have a job
- I post a lot of updates and other stuff on Facebook
- I think that I should be spending every minute of my day hunting for a job, and even though that doesn't happen, I feel like if I'm blogging it's time I could be job hunting
- I feel poopy about not having a job yet and I'm frustrated and don't want to let that negativity onto our blog
- Football season is back and I'm obsessed and I can't wait to see my Houston Texans play the San Diego Chargers tonight
- I prefer taking photos of Rufus doing silly stuff or watching him run around the apartment and slide on the wood floors
- I feel like there's an entire city out there that I'm missing out on and that I need to explore more of
- I really need a job but I am having a hard time deciding what direction to go in
- I've made blogging a chore rather than an outlet for my emotions and thoughts or a record of our adventures
- I think too much
- I get digital overload - between Facebook, Instagram, Foursquare, Match, Meetup, Snapchat, fantasy football, emails, etc., sometimes it gets to be too much
- Analysis paralysis
- I can't figure out why one carton of eggs would have three double-yolk eggs. It both intrigues and worries me...
As you can see, I'm stuck in my head in so many ways. But while I need to continue my job hunt, I also need to nourish my body and soul as well. So as a part of my daily routine, I'm going to go for a walk around Prospect Park, or my neighborhood, Prospect Heights / Park Slope, then I'm going to blog, and then I'm going to job search - make calls, submit resumes, follow up on applications, go on interviews, etc.
I'm a planner to the Nth degree, I love lists, and I know that I need a simple plan so I will stick to it and get my life to where I really want to be. So... that being said, here's what I will be focusing on:
MIND
- Keep reading new books, they give me a digital-free escape into my imagination and inspire me
- Blog! Get those emotions and thoughts and experiences out there to share and celebrate
- Hug my sister at least once a day. I love hugs, I love physical affection, I love my sister, and hugs are good for you!
BODY
- Daily walk through Prospect Park or the neighborhood, but I'm not going to beat myself up if I miss a day, I'll just make sure I get back on it the next day!
- Spin class/yoga class/other classes at our gym, Crunch Fitness
- Eat healthy, whole foods, home cooked mostly. Lean protein, healthy veggies, whole grains, delicious spices and creative sweet treats
- Watch alcohol consumption - aim for only one day a week if that. I enjoy a tasty beer, a delicious wine, or a yummy cocktail, but alcohol is rough on my pocketbook, my calorie count, and my mental health. It's a depressant and I don't need any help with that - especially as fall turns toward winter
- Ensure proper nutrition - take my vitamins, and add in some amino acids that help me fight depression, GABA and 5-HTP. (I know Wikipedia isn't the best resource, but bear with me on my GTS skills. Here's a couple more links to the great Dr. Oz's website about GABA and 5-HTP).
SOUL
- Keep going to church when I can, Megan's friend Erica introduced us to Hillsong NYC and it's a great place that speaks to me
- Set up Skype dates with my best friends, I miss them. A lot. Text or email me if you want my username
- Read the daily devotional that my sweet Mom sent me in the mail (she sent Meg one too, of course). It can't take that much time, and I know I need it
CAREER
- Continue my routine and job search as a job during the week
- Get a few versions of my resume in order
- Financial jobs
- Foodie jobs
- Office manager type jobs
- Be persistent and have positive energy
- Network with every new friend I meet along the way
So - expect more from me. I'll be working on blogging more often, even if it's just a blurb here or there. And Megan will still be blogging too.
Oh, and it's nice to see you again!
XOXO - Kelly
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