Felt under the weather. So been resting. 😥
I’m a person who continuously strives to do, do and do, because I do not like to stand still, especially when I know I’m far from where I want to be.
God is so merciful, because He knows my personality, He knows precisely what I am like, and so He covers me in my shortcomings. His grace truly is sufficient.
What I’m trying to say is, that sometimes, I’m just so distracted, so confused, so forlorn, that the only thing I can do is to keep moving. I’ll try this idea or that approach and The Lord graces me. He can see I’m trying to do the best for my children and I and sometimes I get so weary, that I don’t feel like praying and waiting for an answer…
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It has been a long wet week. I had fun today watching Sidney White with Amanda Bynes. I think it was a great spin of the Snow White story. You see a girl who feels like an outsider that comes to college looking for that sorority life experience. Sara Paxton plays the protagonist in this film. You could totally see her as the Wicked Queen character. It is amazing how they fit the whole story into the college world. It took one girl to take on the Greek sorority groups of a college. I can relate to someone who wants to take a stand for the underdogs. I give it 2 👍!
So I have this crazy idea- and this is it: I would love to get to know those of you who have been following this blog, and even those of you who may be visiting this blog, a little better. So for those of you that are up for it- will you share a little […]
Does this Oreo make me look fat?
For those snackers who would prefer a still scrumptious but slightly thinner version of “milk’s favorite cookie” — something could be coming soon to store shelves.
According to an (unfortunately) unconfirmed report by junk food reviewer The Impulsive Buy, “Oreo Thins” — with a slimmed down chocolate wafer on each side of a thinner layer of creme filling — will be released in the U.S. sometime this month. They’ll reportedly come in 10.1-ounce packages, 40 cookies to a package, available in three varieties: original, mint, and Golden.
Apparently these skinnier Oreo snacks have been available in China for some time due to a preference there for “lighter eats.”
There’s no nutrition information available just yet, but it’s safe to assume you’d be able to enjoy a good handful of these bad boys for the same fat/calorie “price” as just a few traditional Oreos.
What to you think? Does…
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The Missing Link.
Where were you those 90 or so days in 2012 through 2013? What did you do to drop off the radar that a normally social butterfly clipped her wings and went into hiding? When
I try to think back at that time all I find is a mind block that can cause one to forget all the happy memories and concentrate on what I have done wrong. I guess it probably started in 2008 when I met “S.” I had been living my life trying to please everyone from my friends, family, and everyone in between. When we started dating, I was just in a transition from my post-Magnolia Audio Video life.
I had been working as a Customer Service Representative at the neighborhood YWCA job bank. My life as far as I knew it was over and I was just coming home from war. When I left Magnolia Audio Video, I felt like my life went from great to deeply flawed. I was doing so great I had moved up from Customer Service Assistant in the local store to working at Corporate as a Customer Service Representative at the service department. It was like a minor league rookie player who just was bumped into the big major league teams. Sometimes
I wonder if I should not have left the safe area of Roosevelt into the heart of the company in Kent. It was great doing not get me wrong. For a late bloomer who is happy go lucky it was like “Okay show me the ropes so I can shine.” As I made some great friends… but well as much as I tried to live up to everyone’s expectations I just could not fit in.
For the first time in my life, I felt seriously burnt out. I pushed myself to so many limits hoping to get a positive reinforcement that would say “Atta Girl!” For once, I did not want to let anyone down (my family, friends, and co-workers). I believe that is when I earned the “That Girl” title. You
need someone to help you out… go to Molly she can work hard to find the answers. Now remember I would not know the difference between an amp and a receiver. I learned the basics such as a LCD is smaller than the granddaddy Plasma. I would get calls asking when parts would come in. People
Pleaser (or PP) me I would take their basic info (name, number, and question) and chirp that I would get back to them as soon as I had an answer. I would go from my corner all the way back to parts just to get a simple answer for the customer. Let
us just say I wish had more knowledge and lingo because at the end of the day I felt like the intermediary translator trying to please the client. I had some good days and then some days that I would go home wondering what I had just done. Could
I have done a better job getting an answer? Was I doing the right thing trying to get an open answer to the customer’s question? PP me just kept a firm lip and did my best until the end. Soon
afterwards the disgrace of getting let go from my first job that I was actually good at.
I started feeling like a failure and could not do anything right. The funny part is within those few years I was diagnosed with ADD and so many people tried to help me be able to match my abilities with my life. I was a techie, a bookworm, and overall fantastic person with an energy level that can astound a non-believer of ADD. It was then that I began to get into a Misty phase. Misty was my biker nickname I gave myself when I had tough days. I wanted to be tough skinned person with a can do it attitude.
After trying time after time to get a job in any career category. I ended up as a CSR at the YWCA. I was working long hours, but was willing to do anything to get myself employed again. At first, it was great. I was first to come and last to leave. I opened the office and turned on the machines. It was an awesome experience being a receptionist in a job bank. I was helping others who were trying to find a job. Got them working on a typing program to help with their basic computer skills. I amazed clients with tips how get the resume wizard to make an ordinary resume look professional with a few clicks of the mouse and keys. I do not really remember when the burned out feeling started again. Was it when I got the MySpace bug or just trying to search for myself again? I do not know. That was the time my social side just wanted to come out. I wanted to feel the way my peers felt at the prom, dance, and everything else. You could say the ugly duckling part of me want to go to the swan prom. I came from a very Ethiopian Christian family and culture where all the “fun stuff” (prom, dating, nightclubbing, and all social events) was off limits. I basically was in my 20s yearning for my adolescent life and beyond.
So after, I made an effort to have a social and professional life something amazing and sad happened. I first lost touch of reality for a while. I had fallen into the virtual world of avatars and naive lifestyle. I was still the happy go lucky PP I had been plucking to be. Now I had a status and virtual face to live my teenage/adulthood fantasies. I was Misty98 (and other names of my avatar). I was a social butterfly that everyone wanted to hang out with. I wore the latest in Zwinky fashion, visited the top places, and everyone loved me. I had finally found a place I could fit in… even if it was a virtual world with well not the most savory type of people. This
PK (Pastor’s Kid) went wild. I spent more time with my virtual family than my own flesh and blood. I was a chat/cybernetic world addict. By
that time, I had moved on from MySpace into the world of Facebook. I was trying to balance my real life with the virtual one. It
was also the time that my personal health nearly died. I spent more time at the computer than eating, sleeping, and my professional life well that was greatly affected. I was a skinny, emotional, and very different person than everyone was used to.
My family doctor advised me to take some time off to take care of myself. If he only knew that, I had no idea where Misty started and Molly began or vice versa. I can tell you one thing I learned pretty fast that my family really did care for me. I had my uncle, aunt, and cousin suggesting that I needed to take control of my life. Not the virtual one… but my real life. The next thing that happened was I took a month off to take care of myself. I traveled to Europe for a change of atmosphere and environment. I stayed with my relatives and literally got to see how the other side of the family lived a carefree and well-ordered lifestyle.
After taking a month off and spending getting to know the other half of my family my trip came to a close. I was not completely over my virtual life. By this time, the two lifestyles had merged into one. My
so-called friends were trying to help me with my healing and at the same time still be part of the virtual gang. It took losing my job at the YWCA to finally show me that life was not for me. It was about this time that I met “S.” I was trying to get my life back on track. I wanted to spend time doing the things that I enjoyed before my health crisis. I started going to the movies as I used to. I also tried to regain my relationship with my immediate family. It was until my “friends” were upgrading from the world of Zwinky into the 3D world of IMVU that it finally hit me. This was not me. I did not want to be part of that lifestyle anymore. If people wanted to get to know me, they would have to do it the old fashion way by getting to know me in real life.
It was around this time that I met “S.” I was not exactly looking for a boyfriend or relationship. It sort of happened. I had on a whim (and some guidance of one of my “friends”) to register at one of the newer social websites. In fact, the picture I used for my profile pretty much showed me doing one of my positive qualities… singing to some music. I made my profile as real as I was. A girl looking for a friend to hang out with during the weekends. I was working part time as an office assistant for a legal team in Seattle. I was using my office skills and feeling pretty good about it. I realized that I could see if I could have a personal life added to this good feeling. I had been spending time with my family and some great church friends. I just wanted to do something more my age during the weekends. That was around the time I started looking for someone to spend time with. I was reading some of the profiles and weeding out the weirdos (or not my types). I did not really have a type per say. I just needed someone I could go out for a movie with or talk about the latest pop news. I wanted someone to see past the pastor’s daughter and see the person that I wanted to be. So after picking over a few people I saw one particular one that caught my eye. He was a person who was new to the Northwest trying to find things to do. I thought he looked easy on the eyes and seemed to have a nice personality. I figured anyone who would know the difference between a musical and action flick was someone to look into. Now I must forewarn you I had no idea how to flirt. I was a 20 something who was clueless about the dating scene. I would listen to my friends or co-workers talk about their weekend plans and yes wonder when my chance would come. So after getting a few “flirts” tools from some people online I decided to actually respond to one. I wish I could remember the exact one that did it… but it was something sweet and “G” rated. Soon we were exchanging notes back and forth about movies we liked and just what we were doing lately. I had been doing one of my favorite pastimes… going downtown and watching a movie. So I would write about the latest flick I had seen. It went uphill from there.
“S” was a great person. He was more mature than some of the young men that I have seen around town. After a couple months of messaging back and forth, he finally had the courage to ask me out on a date (in real life of course). This whole time I did not mention to my parents about the messaging back and forth. In
fact, I kept that a secret because I did not think anything serious would come from it. Most
of my adolescence and young adult stage I had crushes on guys and nothing came from them. So the afternoon of our first date (my first date ever!) I admitted to my mom that a friend had invited me out to a movie and something to eat. Since this was a first she had heard of it she was asking me many questions. I slowly told her about my adventure on the social website and how I was very careful about saying anything about myself. After
she got over the shock of my secret life, she promised she would not tell my dad or brother (who was very protective of me). I mean it was just an innocent get together of two people at a movie theater. What could happen? This is of course the age of Dateline investigative reports on anything-online meeting related. I was just the type you would hear about meeting someone and falling in love them. Well it was true. I can tell you with no dating understanding whatsoever I went into it blindly.
I finally felt what all my friends talked about. I was smitten with a young military officer from a different state all together. For the next few months, I felt like Cinderella going to various parties and slowly entering the military society. It was amazing. I had many people who wanted to meet the young man who swept me off my feet. My friends and extended family took turns meeting and getting to know “S.” I had various opinions coming from everyone. He was kind, had an accent, and had manners. It was a dream coming true. Although our belief system was still in question… but I did not care, I was someone’s girlfriend!
Since I was new to the status of “girlfriend,” it had a nice ring to it. I remember messaging “S” one night asking if I was his girlfriend. His answer was short and sweet “I should hope so I have been telling people that you are.” From that, point on I was on cloud nine. I felt life was complete. I had someone that loved and cared about me. During our dating season, he would surprise me with gifts and flowers. I did not have a green thumb, but I knew that I would cherish those moments for the rest of my life. Is this what everyone meant about being in a relationship? Could I have found someone who could appreciate me the way I have always wanted in my life? Most importantly, was I happy in love? As I have said, I went into this blindly, hoping “S” would guide me through the stages of relationship. I also need to mention that I was naive and very Pollyanna like person. I would make friends with people I met on the street and most of the time all I did was just smile. Now that I think of it that was my downfall. I thought if you treat everyone the way you want to be treated; the whole world will go round its merry way.
One thing I must make crystal clear… I was never physically harmed in our relationship. I guess that is what makes my story unique. No, but as I have learned you can get hurt by words and emotions just as bad. I should have recognized the red flags as they waved. When
he did not get his way, he would go silent. One time he even shut the door of his car and hit it very irritated. Just because I had to get back to town due to my curfew (which was something I could not understand). “You are over 21 and an adult you should make your own decisions.” Was a constant phrase I heard as we dated. What he did not realize was yes I was an adult… but I was a young woman true to her culture (which was Ethiopian American) and just because I was in my 20s, I had no experience with challenging my parents. They are usually right and trying to keep me out of harm’s way. Behind his Southern charm, I discovered that he just did not give a damn about my background I was just some black girl he noticed on the internet. I was not skilled at the art of life. I did not know the difference between love and just wanting to get something for nothing. I was young and naive of the world of hard knocks.
I was in love. I argued with my family and friends when they saw the signs of a relationship gone wrong. Where I saw a person who was caring, they saw someone who was controlling. I thought I was in the strong arms of someone that saw me as a person. I have had people ask me what made me love this man. I saw someone who was strong, secure, and had a plan for life. He did not care if I was not the tidiest person and that I could not keep a house straight. I thought he saw me as a woman who made up for her lack of social skills with a personality that could light up the darkest place. He even argued with my mother who tried to see person past the mask of a strong young man. I took his side when they finally met (my mother and “S”). Because
of this moment in our relationship, he must have realized that I was not the ordinary young woman. I had come from a family with values in life and faith. This is just part 1 of my story. The rest is yet to come because what happened afterwards really changed my life forever.
Hello fellow bloggers and readers:
Well we are in the second week of June. I can hardly believe that we are half way through 2015. It is incredible! I have been taking a few days off from Missing Link to take some time and enjoy the country that I have been visiting. Can I say that Ethiopia has a rich and amazing culture? When I was updating my Twitter profile, I decided to change from somewhere in East Africa to traveling in East Africa. Although I have not seen other parts of the Horn of Africa, I have had a chance to take in the culture in my native country. Yep that is right I am an Ethiopian American and proud of it. Although my American side has come out more often than needed. I tend to say I have not changed that much, just been enjoying the sites.
One thing I am really looking forward seeing is the museums. I have seen the statues of former political leaders such as Haile Selassie that are displayed in the capital Addis Ababa. Addis is just like a mini United Nations with so many embassies represented (Canada, British, Sierra Leon, just to name a few) and also the African equivalent of the European Union.
I thought the hardest part if being here was the language barrier. That is only part of it. I realized that if you don’t have a guide or someone who knows the area you could be overcharged for just about anything. Even as a foreigner you can be seen as someone who is wealthy.
To be continued…
The Missing Link aka “That Girl”
Stay tuned for the beginnings of Molly S. Negash aka SaraGamachew98
Sent from Molly S. Negash.
I just want to thank everyone for the birthday greetings and messages. I am truly blessed. To my MAV crew you guys are the best! To my cousins/relatives you really know how to make a girl feel special. To my sisters and friends it was a great day. Just seeing all that love made me feel alive! I love you all!!
Books I read in April 2015.
Well as I posted recently I have been on a reading spree this past month. The books took me to several places like Self Help land, near the heavenly gates, a guide through my 20s, and zest of ADD that went along with Self Help land.
Ø Journey through ADDulthood by Sari Solden taught me that there is more than one way to deal with my forgetful and energetic condition. I loved how she explained so much of the ADD diagnosis in adults in detail. Towards the end, I was able to get some ideas in helping me with my healing process. The goal that I have for myself is to get back on my feet and transplanted back in the normal world.
Ø The Go Girl Guide by Julia Bourland gave me a chance to look back on what I should have known in my 20s. It practically explained every stage that I was and still am feeling. Weather it was body image (Am I gaining too much weight), How to get a job (What all can I do career wise), and everything in between (dating, family, and just enjoying life as it happened). Lately I have felt like something was missing in my life. What is the reason that I was put on this planet? Is it normal to feel like you have made some goals and yet some are still out of my reach. Will I ever get back to being myself again? Who am I in the first place? This book gave me some answers and how I have gotten so far. I should be proud of the woman I have grown to be. I need to be in touch with my creative side and for once let it loose on the world. Like Wynonna Judd sang, “What the world needs now is love”. There is just so much hate in this world. Hate of self, hate of one’s background, and hate of where one is headed. I need to move on to the next chapter instead of crying over what I had done wrong. There are people out there that need someone to say, “Hey I can make something of this mess.” On the other hand, as one of my mentors has reminded me “God didn’t make mess or clean dirty laundry.”
Ø Breakfast at Sally’s by Richard LeMieux gave me a look at one person’s point of view from the homeless eyes. This
true story is based in Bremerton, WA (a town that I lived in for about a year or so). Richard shows us a world from the view of various homeless people eyes. I especially liked “C” who read classical books and gave inspiration to so many people. He was the big brother that anyone needed. I am so glad that Richard wrote this book. Although my days in B-town are a little hazy. I remember how I felt independent for the first time. As I read about how Richard coped with Depression and life changes it gave me something to look forward to once I have gotten over my funk (as I like to call this stage of my life).
Ø Third Culture Kids by David C. Pollock and Ruth E. Reken is book that explains the lives and stages of children that have lived in different cultures other than their home culture. This book is very deep and gives home to children who have grown up in different or multiple cultures. Whether you are a military child, missionary kid/pastor’s kid, or parents were in the business world or traveled to various countries for reason (ambassadors, various medical fields, etc.). I for one related to both the TCK’s and CCK (Cross Cultural Kids). When you are not, sure, where you fit in weather it is in America after traveling from various locations and vice versa. You do not need to feel bad if you do not fit in with your home culture. You have a lot to share with others because you grew up in a third world country and spent your teens in America or Europe for example. It also gives you the reader tips on how to transition your life from one culture into another one. That is one thing that I really enjoyed.
Ø Heaven Is For Real by Todd Burpo and Lynn Vincent is the story of a young boy that had a near death experience. I have been fascinated with heaven would be like once I had crossed over. Would I feel any pain? Would I be welcomed with open arms? I knew that Jesus loved me, but would I be accepted even with some of my issues. This book answered many of my questions all from the point of view of a young boy. He went into a hospital for a surgery not once but twice. During
that time, he went to heaven and experienced some awesome things. He got to meet Jesus who sat His lap and loved him. Todd’s son experienced only things that a person dreamed of. The best part was Burpo’s son reminding him that Jesus loves all of us especially the children. I have read stories from different point of views, but from a young child (who should be 16 years old now) how he described things like his parents crying and praying at the hospital when they thy thought their son was dying. That is truly incredible. I know that book gave my faith a boost. Might I add this young boy was a PK (Preacher’s Kid) that his parents thought the Sunday School teacher did an amazing job teaching him these things. No offense, but what he described would not have come from Sunday School (Angels with wings and swords, his dad’s relative that had passed away before he was even born, and you are young all the time no glasses included). Now doesn’t that sound wonderful?
Waking up with absolute no energy.
Thinking this cannot be it for me.
I have so much to do, so much to say.
I hate when I have fatigue from my head to toe.
It makes me feel as if there is no tomorrow.
I wanted to cry and let my inner emotions out.
Some would call me a banshee crying at the drop of the hat.
Than it was my fault that I missed a visit.
“I do not want him to sit waiting for you to not show.”
I want to cry it is not my fault I had it scheduled on my calendar.
Seriously told not to stress and relax that my body is dealing with everything that is happening in its own way.
As a result, I read, listened to music, and wrote until my emotions were zapped.
I am trying so hard to get back on my feet.
I will not complain I will just keep it in.
That is why this month was very hard for me.
I just have to stay positive and keep going.
Yes, that was my month of April.
To top it off I posted on Facebook my official birthday.
Not that anyone will realize that, I changed my DOB for my safety.
Besides, I would rather celebrate twice in May.
I would love to say that May 28 is Sara’s birthday.
It was the day that Sara (Daricha) Gamachew came to life after years of fear and silence.
People ask me why I have changed my whole online persona.
Daydreams of writing, Stay at Home Mom reality, and our first year.
Category Motherhood ; Creative Writing ; Pregnancy ; First Year
I love getting in my Sara mode. There is something thrilling about knowing I can say something and people actually read my words. Before the separation, Mr. S gave me a beautiful teal journal for our first wedding anniversary. Little did I know a few months later that notebook would chronicle my new position of being a navy wife and future stay at home mother. I remember writing my deepest thoughts about what was going on in my body. I wanted to write entries for my son who would someday look back on his life and see what his mother was all about. I wrote about everything from my mood swings to cravings for crispy beef soft tacos from Taco Time.
My mother encouraged me to keep my thoughts private and share them when I felt comfortable. I used the pages to record my fears during my pregnancy. Would I be a good mother? Could I eat enough to keep both baby and I going? I wrote short notes to Mr. S when I knew he would be home late from work. Writing was my only way of communication. It helped give a voice to my concerns about motherhood. I even recorded what I ate. Yes, that journal was my own private memoir to myself.
I remember at the night that I packed my suitcase for my son and me. I put my purse, diaper bag, and everything else I would need in the upcoming days. Little did I know that my escape plan would end up with belongings left behind after we locked the door? My
dear journal was left behind for anyone to see. Of course, there were sections that exposed my life in Arkansas. Why didn’t people like me? Did I put my priorities straight? Would my son still love me if he knew how hard I worked to keep us happy and comfortable? Yes, I worked my butt off trying to keep the home comfortable and clean. I did laundry for three people and used half the week to keep things in order. I hated the 1950’s vacuum cleaner that Mr. S bought for us. I mean if you are going to keep a carpet clean why not you use a standalone modern vacuum. If it were good enough for his grandmothers, it would work just fine for me (a mantra I would hear repeatedly). I eventually won the war of the mop. I was not going to continue washing the floor on my hands in knees. Thanks to a stint with scoliosis, that is not an option for me. I remember the day my mother got me a Swifter cleaner. I felt like I had reclaimed the cleaner title. I was not the greatest housekeeper in my time. I was the type of woman who knew her way around the dishwasher, dryer, and the washer for laundry. The quicker the better.
I loved being a Stay At Home Mother. I wanted to be the kind who enjoyed time with my son and keep the house as tidy as I could that first year. I followed the golden rule of nap when your child naps. Okay
maybe I sneaked in a few laundries in between naps, but I did make up for it with relaxing on our couch after a brief fold and organize. When Mr. S was at work was my best resting time. I would feed my son, than put him in his Fisher Price swing, and soon we would be rocking to some music from the iPod his father gave me one year for Valentines while I tidied up the apartment. Soon afterwards, we would snuggle on the couch and fall asleep to a Netflix movie in the background. It was great. For the first six months, that was our routine. We loved every minute of it.
For the new mother’s out there who were able to breastfeed that first year I salute you. Let me just say I felt like a failure because I could not figure out for the life of me how to use the breast pump. In fact, I am in the minority of mothers who served her child half breast milk and half formula. I wished that I could give my son the sweet nectar from inside of me. Well let me give you a piece of advice even if you do every trick in the nurse is teaching you about breastfeeding it does not always work. I think I was so scared of doing it wrong that my body basically gave up. Stress and anxiety does not go hand in hand with breastfeeding. I was just happy that my son enjoyed the formula I was getting him. I do not think he really knew the difference between mom’s boob juice and the store bought formula. We were not a precise pair. He enjoyed it when he got it… and I felt comfortable when I was able to feed him. I was a big fan of the sensitive to the stomach formula. I already knew when he tried the other type his body just was not too thrilled.
I think that was about the time that my first blog came out (Mother’s Journey…). I wanted to see if other mom has felt the way I did about being a first time mom. I wanted to share my dreams about that perfect first stage of motherhood. I even found articles that I reposted about celebrity parents and their kids. I loved the article about Law and Order performer who stood up for her child when it came to bullying. Now that one was my biggest encouragement. I wanted to be the kind of mom who stood up for her child even in spite of others views.
I want to take a moment to thank everyone that has left comments on my blog and Facebook. Just knowing that I have fans makes me feel pretty awesome. I have been a little tired this week and my reading goal has been improving greatly which helps with my battle with fatigue. In a few weeks I will be in my mid 30s. Which is kinda weird cause I feel younger. I am taking the high road and being optimistic. Every year is a good year. I am making up for lost time. Go late-bloomers! So thank you everyone!💓 Sara
My life as a CSA.
I was reading my journal to see if there was something, I could share. It was interesting because I was being so honest about my work and home life. I was living in the North end of Seattle not far from the U-District where I was working. It had been my first real job with benefits. I felt like I had hit the big time. Working at Magnolia Audio Video was the highlight of my 20s. I was working hard with a great group that looked out for one another. It was my dream job. I mean where can you find a job that you can watch movies and listen to all kinds of music for most of the day. I remember that everyone was so supportive when I was diagnosed with ADD and was trying to figure out where I had fit it. Actually, for the first time in my life I fit it with a group of people who accepted me. I was lucky to have the best bosses in the world (Paul M. and Rick M.). They actually looked out for me and made sure I had my breaks. I was so happy to order office products and make sure we had everything to keep the store looking amazing. I learned the art of people watching. I mean you would never know if you might see a celebrity from the Seattle area. Uh yeah, I was star struck a few times, but the key thing was acting nonchalant and making sure the customer’s needs came first. I remember when one of my co-workers Carrie C. reminded me that I was young and should enjoy my 20s. I remember she suggested that I at least take a trip outside of the country and enjoy myself. Well Carrie I am doing it! I decided to put my needs first and enjoy myself. I am proud of those years at MAV. They taught me how to be independent and stick up for the underdogs. I always knew my job as a Customer Service Assistant would be a launching point for my life. I began to see myself as an Administrative Assistant, Personal Assistant, or even an event planner. The thrill of making sure that the managers meeting had enough bottled water and snacks was just one of my strengths. I got my first media center, a television for my parents, and a television for myself for just being myself. I have upgraded from my pink iPod mini (affectionately called Hello Kitty) to an iPhone that would have made my coworkers proud. I was a hard worker who loved to go on coffee runs at the local Starbucks. I mean can you balance two trays of coffee drinks and cross the street into a store without dropping them. Yep I was the go get them girl.
When you write from the heart that is something special. I am thinking of changing my tagline to "A Journey from girl to woman." Because I have changed a lot in two years. I am reopening my heart to others. It is time for me to show my creative side and be proud of my gift of gab. 🌺