Cool Yoga Pants Biography
source (google.com.pk)With only a few short days until Christmas and not many more until a fresh New Year begins, I finally feel some sort of desire to write. This post is surely not going to be the easiest to press publish on and a part of me knows it will give a select number of you a bit of satisfaction know I've, somewhat, failed but I think I'm finally ready to document my journey in Denver so far.
On a Sunday. Go figure, I still can't manage to really get my (blogging) shit together.
So, here goes nothing...
When I moved out here I made myself promise one main thing, that I was doing it for me and no one else. When I visited in August I made myself promise to look around with eyes that weren't attached to any other dream aside from my own. Denver, Colorado, had to truly be a place that I could see myself making a life of my own in and that I was going to move with the intentions of doing it alone. I knew better than to uproot my life for the sake of a relationship and so I didn't. I moved for me, to start my new life.
I still stand behind that and I'm still so glad I made that leap. For me.
Just a short month and a half after moving I found myself in what I like to refer to as, well, one of life's funny little, for lack of better words, cluster fucks. Or in somewhat more explainitory words... 27, single, broke... Oh, and homeless.
I'll give you a second to pull yourself off the floor because I'm pretty sure I just caused a few of you to fall over. My apologies for any injuries.
You know that promise I made to myself? It's a damn good thing I did because it came in handy somewhere around a month ago when I made the decision to pack up a suitcase (and sir) and leave the apartment I had so recently moved my entire life into. Luckily, and I mean that in a way I can't even put into words, I had somewhere to go thanks to the family I've made here in my short time in Denver. So I guess technically I wasn't, and am not, homeless but I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel that way for a little while.
Just like that the fairytale I thought I had found was burned to the ground and I was living out of a suitcase; something I've never had to experience aside from vacations and, I assure you, this was no vacation. All I knew for certain was that my new life, my new fairytale, it wasn't going to happen in Orlando. I wasn't going to move back, regardless of how difficult it was to make fucking lemonade out of the shitastic lemons life was handing me, Denver was (and is) home now.
It's funny, you think you finally figure your shit out and then, BAM, life comes at you and reminds you that you might never actually figure all of your shit out. No matter how hard you try to put on the big kid face and the big boy pants, you're still going to find yourself face planted in the mud sometimes. And that's ok because if we never face planted in the mud, we'd never learn and grow, I just happen to find myself face planted in mud more often than not... Or at least that's how it feels when I compare myself to many my age on social media.
Either way, there are only two things you can choose to do when you find yourself face to face with a big puddle of mud; you can sit there and feel sorry for yourself or you can pick your muddy ass up and choose to be happy that you didn't ruin a more expensive outfit. I chose, and continue to choose, to be glad it was just an IWYP tank (which I have extras of in storage) that I got all muddy and more than anything I choose to be happy.
At the end of the day I can't help but wonder who the hell ever got all of their ducks in a row because the older I get the more I wonder if that's even a real thing. All I know is that after 27 years I'm starting to think having organized ducks is a bit overrated anyways. Or maybe that's just me, once again, trying to make myself feels better about my muddy face. Either way, this is me and the only damn life I've got to live, I might as well make the best of it!
I'm just lucky enough to be here now. In magical Denver, where I've learned that there are some truly wonderful people in this world and where I've learned just how strong I'm capable of being.
I don't know if, or when, I'll find this desire to write again but I feel like I've unloaded enough for now. Thanks to those who have stuck around, I really do miss you all!
Cool Yoga Pants
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Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photos
Cool Yoga Pants
Crispy Chicken Recipe Sandwich Wings Costoletta Salad Burger Chinese Crispers Chili's Strips Photo
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