So, as some of you have maybe noticed ( I hope I’m not being presumptuous here,) I have been away from Confetti Drop for a while now. Sorry to have dropped off the face of the blogosphere, but sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. And I had to focus on the task at hand… reordering my life.
Yeah, no biggie. (This is a lie. I will reveal the truth to you now, parenthetically, making it our little secret. It WAS a biggie. A BIG BIGGIE! The only reason I can act nonchalant about my recent life changes is because I know that there were no videos taken of me in the last month while I was going berserk-o studying for the real estate licensing exam. It wasn’t pretty. There were a few days I was fairly certain my head might start spinning around and pop off like some animated figure in an old Hanna-Barbera cartoon. I had to relearn math for God’s sake! Yes, math I tell you! As all of my fellow former English major friends can attest, this is the equivalent of being thrown in to the bowels of hell. Okay, I tend toward hyperbole, but that is an interesting image, right? Hell, sectioned off as classrooms, a bunch of English majors sentenced to an eternity spent in teeny-tiny classroom chairs being forced to do equations? Ha. But I digress…)
There was a tremendous amount of material to learn for the exam, only a fraction of which was actually covered. If only I had known in advance what that fraction would be, things would have been much simpler. The practice exams proved both maddening, and disheartening. One day, after failing yet another practice exam, I found myself cursing at my computer screen, shouting, “I graduated from a top 20 school! I WILL pass this test you *&^%#!” Interestingly, my husband, who was also studying for the same exam, never resorted to such outbursts, although he was experiencing similar frustrations. The man is very Spock-like that way. It can be exhausting sometimes, being the only one within a relationship with demonstrable feelings. Anyway, the last week before we went to take the exam I told him, “I really hope we both pass this test, but mostly I hope I do, for both our sakes,” to which he replied, “Me too.” We’ve been married 30 years today. He gets me.
And now, please sound the trumpets and bring on the marching girls as I announce…ta da da da…We both passed both sections on the first go round!
We’ve been interviewing with different brokerages in town and will make a decision about who to hang our shingle with by the end of the week. And then we have even more to learn to get up to speed and fully launched in this brave new adventure. Look at us! Life-long learners, baby!
Such exciting times ahead. Ay Carumba! Change freaks the bejesus out of me, and gets me jazzed at the same time. I just have so many feelings I don’t know what to do!!! I am:
— Ecstatic that I passed that stupid exam on the first go ’round. Proud of myself for setting my mind on a goal and achieving it. Nervous about entering the work force. Grateful that I’m fairly bright and generally capable. Concerned that I could be wrong on that, and am suffering delusions of grandeur. Happy that I have a great partner journeying with me. Curious about what it’s going to be like having him on the journey with me, home every single day. Sad that my baby leaves for college in a week. Thrilled for my baby that she leaves for college in a week. Over-whelmed by how much I have to accomplish in a short amount of time. Excited about the challenges that lie ahead.—
And that’s just to name of few of the things running through my head these days.
What isn’t helping? I am physically broken. My ankle has been complete and total crap recently. I had to wear flats to a meeting with one of the brokers we met with today, (and truth be known I probably should have had my brace on.) Flats…with a skirt, for God’s sake! Remember how some of your Barbies used to have their toes nibbled off and that made them a little “less-than?” (That wasn’t just me who did that, was it?) Well, that’s how I feel when I am a little bit physically broken. I have got to get a grip on this ankle. And yet, listen to this story a physician friend shared with me recently and you’ll understand my hesitation on jumping in to surgery. A man he saw on rounds had gone in for knee surgery, had an embolism during surgery, and was now in the hospital in a coma. Yes, I know most people get through surgery fine and that I’m being an over-thinking baby, but still, it does give me pause for thought. Maybe, if I can just let my ankle rest long enough, it will be fine. Ugh. I just can’t decide what to do.
Without being able to exercise to relieve stress, and with all these emotions coursing through me, I have recently turned to my drug of choice for comfort. That’s right..the ” ‘ito” food group. (Doritos, Fritos, Tostitos.) Perhaps unbeknownst to you, the ‘ito food group has been determined to act like a habit forming narcotic, much like crack or heroin. Once it enters the blood stream even the strong fall like a house of cards. Grown women have been known to weep and beg for more, full well knowing that it will bring them nothing but shame and ruin. Every morning I awake thinking this will be the day I turn things around, the day I take my place center stage and declare, “Hi. My name is Gaye. I am an ‘Ito-holic.”
And, seeing as this is, in theory anyway, a fitness blog, I will close with an article I came across today. It says that having nutritional information posted at restaurants doesn’t generally persuade people to make healthier choices. http://www.nbcnews.com/health/who-cares-about-calories-restaurant-menu-labels-dont-work-study-6C10677922 I know that I no longer order the Sierra Turkey at Panera because it comes in at 920 calories, and I also fully admit that I really wish I didn’t know that, and could just tell myself, “Oh, I don’t know…it’s probably about 550-600 calories,” and enter that figure on my Lose It app. How about you? Does seeing the nutritional information posted inform your decision about what to order, or do you ignore it and order what you want in your heart of heart, calories be damned?
Hope all has been going well for you guys out there who may be reading this. Looking forward to being back in the loop again.