Don't have a great year, MAKE a great year...

I'm switching that saying around a little bit. 2009 has been a rough year for almost anyone you cross, for me it hasn't been any different. I have faced more challenges, developed more questions about myself, and have had to answer the most difficult questions this year than ever before. It has been by far the hardest year yet, although I recall last year saying the same thing.

Is it possible that every year you grow up, it gets more challenging? ...Makes sense.

So, I'm going to grab the bull by the horns, not that I haven't always taken this approach but now I'm older and wiser than before.

Accomplishments this year?

You bet!

-I finished up my term as President of my sorority.
-I learned more about myself this year than ever before and also how to work with people that I don't necessarily agree with all of the time.

-I have learned patience.

-Learned to bartend.

-Started a blog and a twitter account.

-Applying to grad school.

-Had an internship, another will follow in the spring.

-Made it to 22.

Of course, now that I reflect on the year, it seems so much more simple. It seems like I can't write down what I've accomplished, I can't fathom the things I have gone through. It seems so trivial now. But I do still feel a little worn out from this past year. And in my heart I feel all of the obstacles I have overcome, all of the aspects of myself that have been refined, and all of the compassion I have gained for others.

2010 is a big year, graduation, maid of honor duties, grad school/real life shit, my super awesome trip I am planning, moving away, new opportunities, and total freedom from responsibility as an officer in my sorority ( I loved every minute of it, but you know you have done your job and finished your duties when you are at ease at the thought of someone else running the chapter )

I hope for change this year and I know it will come.

Happy New Year, my loves.

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

On Christmas Eve one of my dearest friends asked me to be her maid of honor. I can't even explain to you the rush of emotions that I felt. It is truly just such an honor that someone would think of you that highly and want you to be a part of such a special day. Of course, I got a new notebook, wedding magazines, and googled my responsiblities. If there's anything you all know about me it's that I am a hard worker and like to plan...obsessively.

I went to see Avatar in 3D the other day...amazing. The world created was just amazing. The story line- although predictable- kept me on my feet! I really loved the movie- would recommend it and hope to own it one day. (I kept the 3D glasses par my mother's order)

Tragedy struck early in the morning after Christmas. Something that has changed my family's lives. Only a handful of you will be able to know what truly happened, but I've decided things need to change in my life. Life is truly unfair and now that I realize that it just seems that I can't use it as an excuse anymore. Although obstacles arise, occurances change our lives, I think that it's important to focus on how to solve problems rather than the problem themselves.

I was watching something the other day and a character on TV said, "Have a great day!" and the other character says, "no, you don't have a great day, you MAKE a great day" The amount of truth in these words is almost unbearable. We have to make our days what they are, our lives, our relationships, and we can't keep waiting around on the world around us to change.

Sorry so gloomy these days...it's the holidays.

Waiting

If you've ever worked in a restaurant you know that different tasks mesh together and you have a lot going on all the time. It is busy and someones "extra ranch" on the side is easily forgettable.

I am super impatient. Not only am I impatient but I have a ridiculous sense of urgency.

It bothers the hell out of me when I walk up to a table and ask them if they are ready to order...and they say yes. Now, I'm sittin there and they continue to look at the menu and do a like "mmm" "ehhh" "hmmmm"...I thought you said you were "ready"...I know this seems terrible but other tables are looking at you pointing to their drink or you remember that person wanted more ranch and now you are stuck with this person who can't decide between fried shrimp or fried chicken (they're pretty much the same!)...

All I'm sayin is, I usually go above and beyond to appease my guests and help them have a great experience...that's why I make the money that I do...but there is just something about when people take forever ordering food that my toes curl.

I guess that's the longest time you really have to spend with a table though.


Oh well. At least I have a job.

I've been in Hiatus...

First of all sorry about my lack of posts. I assure you that more will be coming!

I have found myself taking a little break from reality and living in my own little world called, "Heidi needs to get her shit together"... I have been working endlessly on my graduate school applications and really delving into what it is I want to do with my life.

The results...

I still don't know.

I do know that I don't want to serve tables much longer. The other night this unpleasant family of five came in. They ate, decided they didn't like their chicken nuggets that we fried and threw in bbq sauce from wal mart (because we ran out of our boneless wings - yes, their alternative was to buy out the chicken nuggets from walmart) and then stiffed me and stole the kid's apple baskets.


It's fine though. Jokes on them, those apple baskets are useless, they have no solid bottom or sides. The most you can do with them is hang them on the wall or like Applebee's does, throw a liner in there and then add food. I just don't know how many families carry said liners.

I went to the gym on base the other day... that was quite the adventure. I decided I was going to "work on my legs" because I had worked on my "arms" the day before. So there I am, staring at all these marines which, by the way, very nice to look at just have funny hair cuts, so I am working on my legs. I am very uncomfortable. The last time I put myself in this situation I was confronted by a man who told me I had "nice thighs" and proceeded to help me memorize his phone number (I didn't memorize it, nor was swept off my feet by the endearing compliment paid to my upper leg area)

I do that machine where you have your legs and you are sitting, you either push both legs in or out. As I am doing said excercise, in sweat pants mind you, I notice a few peeping Toms. Awkward.

Casually, I got off the machine, walked and sat in the sauna until I was sure those people had left. After sweating balls, I walked out...

This is why I CrossFit.