Cats out of the bag!

So this is a serious topic that I've kept kind of under wraps until recently. For anyone who doesn't know yet I have dropped out of college. Some people may be wondering why and thinking it was a bad idea but I want to assure you it wasn't. I'll start by saying that I haven't been happy in college for a while now I love taking classes for learning but couldn't find motivation for my major. I chose a major that was easy but I didn't like and then tried switching it to a subject I loved but wasn't good at but neither felt right. This is when the worst summer of my life happened, I was told by a family member who was supporting me I was cut off. I tried calling another family member for advice or help and was told to suck it up and drop out if I can't hack it. In retrospect I should have known to go to a friend for this rather than family, it's never been a good idea. My bf was donating plasma and I was taking odd jobs that would accept me in order to not lose the apartment and afford ramen. I tried donating too but passed out and was told by a doctor I physically couldn't. We couldn't afford to run the AC when it was reaching 112 outside. We sat down and had a very serious talk about what we were going to do. It was obvious how unhappy I was and I admitted it was because I didn't want a career, I wanted to be a stay at home wife and mom someday. We kept talking about how possible it was and what our life would look like. I have to work for now while he is in school, so I kept taking odd jobs to build up a resume and hopefully get a real job. Still it was absolutely terrifying that I wasn't a student anymore and had no safety net until the day I worked a bachelor party. Another girl was there as a bartender named Jayde and we hit it off immediately. She was about the same age as me and had also dropped out. She was this carefree breath of fresh air who took what she wanted and it actually came to her. She showed me another side of living in Vegas and even ran a successful blog which I had wanted to start for years. She inspired me to let loose some, to start my blog, and not be ashamed of my decision. Thinking back to how unhappy I was and how negatively I viewed my future only a year ago, it's really obvious how much happier I am and excited I am for the future. Most of my jobs have been a blast and given me interesting experiences.I don't regret any of my decisions because they have given me good and bad experiences and I finally feel like there is a destination so the road no matter how long, seems brighter.

D Coffee Shop Closes at 9PM!

So I have scoured Craigslist for fun and odd jobs and met my share of creeps, cons, and easy money. I came across an opportunity that has made me drop my listing addiction and kept me busy. I saw an ad for a television show being filmed here in Vegas and needed some more people to be part of the team. Of course I jumped on it, but how I actually got it I have no idea. The show is called D Coffee Shop Closes At 9PM. I read the script for the 1st episode and have to say it's right up my alley. It reminds me of the old Twilight Zone episodes (which I'm a HUGE fan of) but where the person who enters it is able to escape better off. My title is sales executive and I'm trying to get people to advertise on the show. So far it's been really fun working alongside Steven Rush and Lakisha Swift and even getting to go to Interop and the proceeding after parties hosted by various businessmen. After which I got to meet "Big Tigger" and get a photo op. I don't want to give a lot away, but will of course post about my best adventures on the job right here. If you live in the Vegas area make sure to tune into MYLVTV when it finally airs in August, and in the meantime you can always go to http://www.lovemindspirit.com/dcoffee.html to learn about the show and some of the stars on it.

I have a problem!

Can we talk for a moment about my hoarding obsession? It makes no sense! I hate clutter and long for a modern, minimalist style, with a touch of zen. What's keeping me from this? A fear of throwing anything out that I've had for as long as I can remember. The other day I looked around and screamed "I just want to throw all of this away!" I then picked up a tiny water bottle and said "I might need this", and set it down. Maybe this is the complex that comes with a person who has no sense of permanence. Or because being poor has led me to believe if I run out of things, what will I have to do? But the oddest part is that you would think someone with this mindset would have the sense of style that comes with it. Maybe a rustic or Liberace mess. But just looking at anything like that gives me anxiety, which is the reason I always have anxiety. So I should just throw everything out once I'm done with my perpetual laziness. I should probably be a good blogger and show you before and after pictures, maybe even some of the process. Then again that would mean you seeing how horrid my abode is. Maybe just of the closet? I wallow in a life of hypocrisy everyday that I'm too lazy to clean. Part of me knows I should just hire a maid, one of those naked ones I always see advertised on Craigslist. Yes, I would like that but alas I need to do this alone.