#aspireformore

In reading and researching “Girl, Wash Your Face by Rachel Hollis,” I am seeing that it is either loved or hated. I will not share my personal opinion on the book other than, I wouldn’t be here writing this blog without reading the words Rachel Hollis put between the bindings.  I do not know why I have always had the urge to write and create but I also possess the fear of failure and rejection. Hence, this being my very first attempt to put something out publicly. 

If I could pick one general theme of Rachel Hollis’ book I would have to land on the fact that goals are life motivation and should be aspired for at all costs. Some of the chapters didn’t   fully apply to me at this present moment as I do not have children or a business of my own. However, there are some words and sentences that brought me here. Throwing my fear behind me and screaming the advice Rachel’s therapist gave her, “Someone else’s opinion of you is none of your business.” It’s so true, how often have I had a great idea or even made a plan of how to put that said plan into action and then the monster of failure of rejection comes creeping up on me and the goose bumps sidetracked me from accomplishing much of anything. 

I don’t have a plan for this blog as of yet. I just know that I want to write, and it might be horrible, or it might be great! Who knows! And for the first time ever let me say… Who cares! I guess for that I will tip my hat and say thank you to Rachel Hollis. But let me tell all of you this… (all of you? As if anyone is even reading this yet. I don’t even know how to use this blog site!) if you really enjoyed the lifestyle that Rachel Hollis has…. I will be a huge disappointment. I am a 29-year-old, recently married, office worker for a large health care corporation with no children. I also have a second job that I call my “fun job!” I waitress and bartend at a local Irish Pub. The alarms in my head are going off as I am doing what I just read not to do, I am making myself small. I digress, but I am saying that my life is less glamorous and more of a jumbled mess of this thing called life. On most nights take out is what’s for dinner, working out is not on the agenda because my brain is too cluttered with my cluttered house, and you’d think that cleaning would be my top priority… and sadly you’d be wrong. Does anyone else have this problem? I leave my full-time job, on the days I don’t sling drinks, with the best of intentions to get home and get house work done and then all of the sudden, as if magically, I am in my husband’s big baggy clothes turning on Netflix hands deep in a bag of popcorn or something worse.