we're slaves to our ambition

Recently, I was asked to do publicity for another band. The conversation took place during one of my busiest weeks. I had been pulled in so many different directions (work, extra curricular, networking, music PR stuff, etc.) and my initial thoughts were no way...sorry, but there is simply no way i can fit any more stuff into my schedule. But almost immediately I said, "Actually, sure." I didn't necessarily "change my mind" but more, I surrendered and became a slave to my ambition. Who am I to turn down experience in an industry I'm so desperately trying to break into.

I don't think I'm alone in this. I know a lot of people who are taking on "work" beyond their day jobs. Whether it's starting your own wedding/day-of coordination company, studying hard for the GMAT/GREs, working for an old boss to make some extra cash...I feel like a lot of people our age (hello, twentysomethings) are working hard 9-5 and them some to not only make ends meet but make sure we get to where we want to be, and sooner than later if possible. We're sacrificing free time (and sanity) and letting ambition, goals, and dreams take the driver seat.

I guess when it comes down to it, it's in our own hands where we end up. No excuses. No one telling you what to do and when...a little something called "responsibility" -- cheers to whatever that means. ;)

it is what it is...and its various variations

anyone who knows me, knows that my life motto is "it is what it is" aka "and so it is" aka (see left). i mean, i have "and so it is" tatt'd on my side to remind me to "let things be" aka "what will happen, will happen" --- anyways, you get my point. :)

(thx rebecca for sharing the photo)

heartburn is for my...grandma!?!

Heartburn is something I've heard other people complain about, and maybe even a word/condition I've thrown around - but it's nothing I've ever experienced...until tonight. I wish I could blame it on the greasy bar food, or the extraordinarily tangy jalapenos in our nachos. But to be honest, I think it was just a new development of "getting old(er)" that had blossomed unexpectedly. Sneaky little bastard. 

One day I'm heartburn free, young and vibrant. The next day? I eat a few once-harmless-jalapenos, and suddenly I'm launched into my mid-to-late 60s. I'm sure I'll be posting about my sore hip, failing eye sight and arthritis soon enough!

To recap, I had heartburn tonight, and excuse me momentarily while I pray that I wake up tomorrow morning still 25. Not 25 going on 60, as the heartburn suggests.

Cheers to another "oh shit, my body is changing and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it."

hey, hang in there