ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE

The first step I plan on taking on this crazy journey of finding myself seems to be one that many people take after a breakup. I have decided to get back into fitness.  I want to feel confident and strong in my own skin and working out (with a good diet) is a great step to do so. While I was in San Fran I realized that I really wanted to workout and better myself but I had no motivation, patience, or time to do such things. But now that I am back in Texas, I have all the time in the world, I pledge to take this seriously. So I have decided to become a Beachbody coach. I know, this is kinda coming out of the blue… I have done a couple of fitness challenge groups in the past and I have really loved them. I feel like I am turning over a new leaf and this is a great way to get me back on my feet. I have always found fitness to be a huge physical and emotional journey that really helps heal the soul. Plus motivating others will definitely help motivate me to kick some butt in the quest for self-love. I have signed up 3 girls to my new challenge group and I am so excited to be their support system. I finally feel like I have something to look forward to everyday. 

THE BACK STORY

I just graduated college and was floating on cloud nine. I had completed 2 degrees in 5 years, was ad club president, and held the creative director roll at my college. Some might say.. I rocked at college. I don’t know if it was my lazy girl method of learning that got my through it so fast but I somehow even managed to get into the honors college.  But with all of that success I managed to put myself up on a pedestal and decided I would NEVER SETTLE for anything less than what I worked for. The summer before graduation I had been dating a wonderful guy who I thought I was going to marry but that all changed when I got an amazing art director internship in San Francisco. After spending the summer abroad I quickly realized I didn’t know who I was or what I really wanted. Once I got back to Texas I broke up with him.. I thought it would be best for me to take some time off and discover who I was without him. Well.. literally a month later I was in the arms of a another man. I jumped from one ship to another faster than you could say ‘cow-a-bunga.’ I had met this handsome Colombian, copywriter while working in SF and had developed a small crush. We dated long distance for 9 months until I graduated and then I decided to jump off the cliff and move to San Francisco to be with him. I figured the job market was booming over there and we would finally get a chance to ‘be together.’ Ooh boy was I wrong. I was blinded by love and I couldn’t see the issues in our relationship. It took us only a month of living together to see we couldn’t stand to be around one another. We fought all the time, the sex felt like it was forced, and there was no motivation to do anything but watch tv. Our passion for one another was gone. It was like long distance was the only thing keeping us together in the first place. After months of not being able to find a job I finally got sick of all the fighting and decided to leave. So here I am… still jobless… still homeless....still broke… and still single and I couldn’t be happier. After the initial grief went away I decided I needed to make a change in my life. I needed to strap on my big girl britches and take on the world alone.

INTRO

This is a blog for the imperfect girl that tried to be perfect and fell on her face. This is a blog for the girl that jumped off the cliff and ended up at the bottom of the ocean heartbroken, homeless, and broke. This is a blog for me, and my imperfections. This is my documentary on the year I gave up finding the perfect guy and finally stopped worrying about the future. This is the year I dedicated to loving and finding myself one day at a time.

And so my story begins.