If We Went out to Lunch
Last week was incredibly overwhelming and stressful and not the way I wanted to start off my year and new site. There were so many times I wanted to just go out to lunch with someone and pour my guts out to them over my favorite Thai food dish (Pad See-ew, of course) but since I still don’t know many people in AZ, that wasn’t really possible. So, today, I’m just going to open up here on the blog and pretend that I’m out to lunch with one of you (because I don’t drink coffee, but I love the idea of those posts) and let you know what’s been going on. I hope that’s okay.
If we went out to lunch, we would for sure go out to get Thai food because that’s my comfort food and I need some of that after the week I had. I would also go through 3 glasses of root beer before our food even got out because #screwhealthgoals when you are emotionally drained. I would thank you for meeting me and tell you that it was so good to actually talk to someone face to face after sitting behind my computer screen for days on end.
I’d tell you that I’m thinking about going back to my natural brown hair color, simply because my red hair is just so hard to maintain. I just spent 40 dollars getting it colored professionally three weeks ago and it’s faded back to a yucky red/brown. I’d debate back and forth; brown hair is easier, but I love the red hair so much. I feel more like me with it. Also, my extensions are red and I don’t want to dye those, either. So, I’ll ask you: do I keep the red hair?
If we went out to lunch, I’d tell you that last week I just about pulled the plug on the blog. I’ve never been so frustrated or defeated after watching the back end of my site completely break. I couldn’t edit my posts. I lost 1800 words on a post that I spent over an hour writing. I had a sponsored posts due in a few days and was freaking out. I’d tell you that I called customer support at 6:30 PM and didn’t get off the phone until 2 AM and tried my hardest to be patient and kind while the support guy (who knew NOTHING of WordPress) tried to help me. I’d tell you how I started to cry and had to get my husband to come in and request to talk to a supervisor, who fixed all my problems within 10 minutes, but that it resulted in losing half of my posts for the week. I’d tell you that even though things were fixed, I was so emotionally drained from the rebrand and the technical issues that I just wanted to be done with blogging and go get a job somewhere that didn’t involve so much heartache and a steadier paycheck.
I hope you would tell me that I was being dramatic and ridiculous and to keep blogging, because I need to hear words of encouragement.
And then, after we finished our lunch and ordered dessert, I would tell you that I’ve recently had contact with three of my students from when I was teaching and it’s made me miss it a little bit. I don’t miss the politics, but man, I miss my kids and I miss teaching them. And then, I would go into the whole spiel about what I want to do with my blog this year and how I want to merge my degree of teaching into the blog world and create courses to teach others how to do their makeup or their hair, or how to use Instagram, but I’m terrified that people will think that what I have to share is useless. I am terrified that people will think I’m copying other bloggers who have already created their own courses. And then I would say I’m so dang frustrated that I’m terrified because I’m supposed to be fearless this year. And I would ask you: do I pursue this dream? Do I put my degree to use through my blog? Would you want to learn anything from me?
If we went out to lunch, I’d ask you to tell me about your week and what shows you have been watching and did you see that Oliva finally got sent home from the Bachelor? I mean, I hope she finds someone to love her, but Ben was not the right one! And I would ask who you are rooting for and tell you that Dustin and I both love Amanda.
If we went out to lunch, I’d gush over the newest book I finished while on my cruise (The Husband’s Secret, by Liane Moriarty) and tell you how I still liked Big Little Lies better, but it was still so good. I’d ask you what kinds of books you’ve been reading and what recommendations you have for me, because I’m trying to unplug at night and read more.
And I would tell you that I’m totally failing as a wife right now because I haven’t cooked a dinner in a week or gone grocery shopping since we’ve been home from our cruise. We’ve eaten out way more than we should have because I’m lazy and just don’t want to cook. My husband has been so patient with me, but I need to get my act together and actually start cooking for him again. He’s been working overtime to make a little extra money for our next trip and I’m so grateful for him, but I just haven’t felt the motivation to cook for him! I need to get my act together.
If we went out to lunch, I would probably ramble on about all my problems and forget to ask you about yours and I apologize for that, but I’ve had one of those weeks and I would be so grateful that you listened to me spill my heart out over my favorite Thai food without complaining. But I promise that I would care about your life and would hope that we could meet up again next week, where things are better and I could be a good listener the second time around.
What would you want to tell me if we went out to lunch together? Be honest. I want to know.
