5 Things to Realize About Yourself in Your Mid-Twenties

Four months into being 26 and I’m coming to some realizations that I think you ladies can relate to. Full disclosure: I’m sitting on the couch in the middle of the day on a Saturday with no plans, sipping on a cocktail in my bikini watching Pretty Little Liars while periodically reading a book in the backyard and catching some rays. I couldn’t ask for more.

I’ve been reading “I like you just the way I am” by Jenny Mollen.  This woman (wife of Jason Biggs) is pretty funny and isn’t afraid to say whatever is on her mind. I respect any female that isn’t afraid to tell the world that she’s totally obsessed with herself. Which brings me to my first point; As a 20-something you don’t need to know who you are but you should love the shit out of yourself no matter what. As a woman, confidence is key. We’re always comparing ourselves to other women around us. That’s never going to stop but the least we can do is be honest with ourselves about it. While you’re busy envying how skinny the bitch next to you is or how cute her outfit looks on her, remember that there are women analyzing and being jealous of you as well. Being comfortable in your own skin gets people’s attention. Don’t be shy. Give other girls something to talk about.

The next thing we need to drill into our heads is that we’re never going to have that ever-coveted “inner thigh gap”. Scan twitter, pinterest, facebook, etc and you’ll see articles and exercises that promise you can keep your upper thighs from touching. It’s all a lie! If you haven’t seen that gap since middle school, it’s not coming back. Not without developing an eating disorder, anyway.

If you still mark your legal marriage status as “single” it doesn’t mean you’ll be alone forever or you’re going to be the cat lady out of your group of girl friends. Marriage is nothing to rush into. So many women set a timeline for their life and fall into a spiraling depression when things don’t fall into place. Married by 24, first baby at 25, second at 27…what a crock of shit. Let life happen the way it’s going to happen. It’s okay to have other goals. It’s okay to want to be able to carry your own weight and not just be someone’s husband. I am woman, hear me roar. My career and the respect I have in the professional world come first before anything. I love my boyfriend of almost 6 years. We live together, have pets together, the whole nine-yards, but I am in no way ready to be married to anyone, and that’s okay!

Seeing a therapist is nothing to be ashamed of. Giving in and seeing someone about my anxiety issues was the best decision I ever made. It is not a sign of weakness or proof that you’ve completely lost it, it’s a way of regaining control of yourself. All women are crazy in their own way. Talking to a professional and really being able to pull apart your actions and understanding why you do the things you do can help you be a better person. The drugs don’t hurt either.

Your childhood and college friends are not all going to stay your friends. As we grow up, our friends get married, they have kids, they move away, life happens. You’re not going to remain best friends with everyone. That’s not to say those people won’t be there for you when you need them, they just have different priorities. If you are putting in more effort with one of your friends are you’re not getting the same out of it, it’s probably time to back off. Friendship is like any other relationship. You should get out of it what you put in, even if it is not an immediate return on your investment. Just don’t beat yourself up if people start to fall away from your every day life.

People of Walmart

You are better than this

If you’re feeling down, you know you can always go to Walmart and look at the gremlins around you.   Follow that by listing to some female empowering music. My go-to is some Beyonce. Buy yourself a hot new outfit, go out and get hit on and you’re a new woman. First Female Commandment: thou shall love thyself.


What is a 26 year old supposed to wear?

I found myself Googling this exact phrase on Saturday prior to a night out in Downtown Orlando with a group of girls 3-4 years my junior. I have 2 closets full of clothes and shoes and yet I had no idea where to even start. Once you make it into your mid-twenties, what’s okay and what will get your ass put on “What Not To Wear”?

Google had very little to offer me in the form of advice. I did come across a blog that talked about starting to upgrade your wardrobe with higher quality pieces as opposed to running in to Forever 21, rolling around and coming out with whatever sticks to you. I don’t have time for this nonsense. Sure, I’ll consider it in the future but this is a “9pm on a Saturday? problem, not a “meeting in a few days” problem.

What makes a woman of my age look too immature and what makes me look like an old lady? Of course, I know not to go out in a damn pants suit (which makes me cringe and is something I don’t plan to own any time soon) but what’s the cut off for wearing short dresses and crop tops? So many questions…

So then I thought about the people I would be hanging out with and the people I would see throughout the night.  There’s nothing that sets me apart from these younger girls that would throw up red flags so fuck it. By no means do I fall into the category of being old and I’ve got a decent body.  I’ll wear whatever I want.  

Look at Carrie from Sex in the City. If she can wear that shit I can push the boundaries a little. For the night I’ll go out in a tight, short dress and wedges and I’ll rock it. I could have done worse.

In general, yeah my closet needs an update from post-college twenty-something to professional 26 year old woman but who’s counting? And who has the time for all of that? Or the money for that matter? Do I have to become one of those women that go shopping for practical pieces that can be a versatile addition to my closet? Barf. Give me a mini skirt, a tank top and a pair of sky-high heels and call it a day.  

No Longer a Psychic Virgin

Tarot Cards

I’ll start with the background of this story. I manage a web marketing company, we all know that by now, but if you don’t that’s my life. I have a semi-new client that is a family owned and operated psychic hotline. They are not the psychics themselves, but they run the business. I figure, there’s no better way to be able to market a product than to use it yourself. So I took the plunge not knowing what I was getting myself into in the least.

I would think that anyone that has never visited a psychic or called one of these hotlines would have the same skepticism that I did. It helped that I knew the people that would be taking my money and I knew I wouldn’t get ripped off. They need to make it clear on their website and in their marketing that you pay up front for a block of time so they won’t run up your bill by keeping you on the phone. (That’s where I come in.) That’s what I would be afraid of. Before knowing anything about the industry I put these kinds of businesses on the same level as a phone sex business. (Sorry Sandy, just telling the truth)

I called in, used a fake name and purchased the 15 minute first time caller special. It was $29.99. That’s it. No other charges that they don’t tell you about. Talking to someone that I knew on the other end of the line and pretending to be someone else was pretty funny. Michelle answered the phone and was so comforting. I told her that I no idea what to expect or even what to ask for. She was really helpful and gave me a choice of 3 different psychics to choose from. I picked Beth Ellen to do a tarot card reading. We hung up and Beth Ellen called me back.

I almost felt a little strange telling this person about my life when I knew nothing about them and she sounded so innocent on the other line. I wanted to talk about relationship stuff and to see if I’m heading in the right direction. What happened on this call was freaky. I told her very little and she knew so much about my love life. She could “see” very specific things about people from the past and present. Such as their careers, what they look like, etc. Mind. Blown.

When my 15 minutes was up, I went back in the office (I was sitting in my car the whole time to have some privacy). I told everyone what had happened which stirred up just as much questioning about my life as it did our client. I do tend to keep a lot of my personal life to myself so I don’t blame them.

I called the psychic line while I was confused about some things in my personal life. I got some answers but it kind of just messed with my head. Having someone see your future, or the present for that matter, is kind of a nerve racking thing. You know what’s right and what’s wrong and they may or may not back up your thoughts but does that mean that’s what’s going to happen? What I should do and what I’m going to do don’t always line up.

I’m taking it all with a grain of salt. This kind of thing is for entertainment purposes anyway, right? I would absolutely recommend this to anyone. It’s a really cool experience even if it does mess with your head.

Here’s where I go into SEO mode: For more information visit thepsychicline.com.

The Great Leg Battle

ImageI have this problem with keeping up with my workout routine. We all want to have a great ass and legs but the work that goes into it takes dedication. Don’t get me wrong, I love being in the gym, getting sweaty, and listening to those sexy, sweaty dance mixes on songza. My problem is that I also help run a business and love to go out so there’s a balance issue with my time.

This past week I took a morning off to hit the gym with my bestie, Jill. (If you haven’t read any of her blogs I seriously suggest it.) I was so psyched to go through this full body workout I had planned. Cardio, legs, arms, back, abs, the whole package. After taking some crazy pre-workout shit that I’m not actually supposed to take with my medication, and giving some to Jill, we took our now babbling mouths and extended energy to Planet Fitness. We made it through everything and went about our days.

The next day. I want to die. I can’t move my legs. I’m like a fucking cripple. Someone get me a wheelchair for my frozen muscles and where is Forrest Gump offering me ice cream?  It doesn’t help that I sit at a desk all day and if I’m walking I’m in skyscraper heels but this all comes with being a woman with a shoe addiction in a position of power.

The worst parts of this situation are always anything that involves sitting down. Getting into position to pee becomes an Olympic sport. You’ll use anything around you to help ease yourself onto the seat and you gain a new appreciation for the handle bar in the handicap stall. Falling into your boss’s Mercedes convertible in a short skirt is just embarrassing. Getting out of it in ridiculous shoes is even worse. Instead of making it out gracefully and standing up to my natural 5’4″ I have to balance on my stilts to become 6 foot tall without flashing my ass to everyone. Ladies, I know at least a few of you have to feel me here.

Walking is a separate challenge all together. You first start moving like you have braces on your legs and slowly accept the fact that you can’t have someone puppeteer you to the places you need to go. Must remember: this is all for a greater purpose. I’ll temporarily look like I have metal legs and a stick up my ass to not have to deal with friction burn between my legs on a regular basis. Sacrifices people, sacrifices.

Best of luck with your workouts and the results that come from them. No pain, no gain.

Regular People vs A Big-Time Production Company

I can’t tell too many details about this, but for anyone who’s ever wondered what it’s like to shoot an episode for a TV show, I’m here to tell you it’s weird as hell. I’ll be able to say more after the release date in May but at that point I’m not going to remember everything that happened and how strange it was.

A large, national bank is filming a series that is about helping small businesses advance to the next level. Kind of like an extreme makeover for a business. My company was chosen to be the marketing company for the episode that they were filming here in Orlando. The production company behind this thing turned out to be a lot bigger than we had originally thought. Days after, I’m reading their long line of shows and movies they have been behind and….what the hell. It’s a good thing I didn’t know that before the filming or I would have been a lot more nervous about the whole thing.

My team and I were over taken by a crew of people that filled our entire office. The space is too small to begin with, so three vehicles of people and equipment it made it hard to even move around. On top of all of the extra people and the bright, hot lights, our air conditioning wasn’t working. Picture having a giant camera up in your grill when it’s 90 degrees and your just thinking about the sweat on your upper lip that these people have to be focused in on. The ironic part is that the client we were having a filmed meeting with was an air conditioning and heating guy so he gave us shit the whole time.

When they all came in and were setting up the sound guy came up to me to put my mic on. He basically just said “are you wearing a bra? I have to hook this to it.” He then unzipped my dress, hooked the mic to the back of my bra and ran the mic around under my armpit to the top of my dress under my chin. If I wasn’t comfortable with people touching me that could have been a really awkward situation.

Somehow, I did not say anything that would make me sound retarded. I might have even sounded smart? But I guess we’ll see after editing. I hope they make me look awesome. That’s supposed to be the magic of TV, right?

I’m not totally sure where this is going to be shown. I know it will get national coverage and will be on the big news websites but it could also end up on MSNBC. I don’t even like to use Facetime or skype because I have to look at myself and hear my own voice. I can’t imagine seeing myself on TV.

It’s amazing being part of such a great company that gets chosen to be part of things like this. I am so proud of my growing team and I’m honored to get to lead them into battle each day ❤

The ups and downs of antidepressants

anxietyIn an effort of being completely honest and open I would like to go ahead and admit to all of you that I am on antidepressants. Yes, plural. No, it’s not because I ever wanted to kill myself or I sat home alone and cried all day. For anyone suffering from anxiety, let me tell you, this was the best decision I ever made.

I’ve probably been on Zoloft and Wellbutrin for about a year or so now. With a Xanax or two thrown in here and there. Before taking them I would freak out if I were around too many people or too many moving objects that I couldn’t control.  I would also over think everything that went on in my day to day life. It’s like my brain was just constantly full crazy thoughts. If I had a conversation with someone, I would replay it over and over in my head. I would black out if I was uncomfortable and forget what I was doing. A lot of times this happened while I was driving and would get lost because I forgot what I was doing.

After having a few pretty bad panic attacks, it was time to consult a higher power. A psychiatrist. I learned more about myself in my weekly meetings with my shrink than I had in the 23 years prior. The combination of the medication, which kept me from over thinking and letting my brain send too many signals around at one time, and the real self discovery that has happened in this time has been amazing. I graduated from having to go once a week to hardly ever at all and my brain no longer feels like there’s someone playing pinball in there.

While I am happy and stable there are some negatives that come with being on medication like this. The worst being that I have close to no sex drive. The thought barely ever comes into my head. I would much rather work all day, clean up my house, read a book and go to bed. That just straight up- sucks. Another negative is that you’re not supposed to drink on antidepressants. I tried that for oh, say a week? Not a chance. I do it anyway but I do get drunk much faster leading me into some of these weird situations you’ll read about in our blog. It’s either that or I want to sleep. You also become very dependent on the meds and don’t have much variation of mood. I’m pretty much just mellow. It’s hard to get mad or really sad or even really happy about anything .  I like my crazy pills, so all of that’s okay for now.

What I’m getting at here is that you shouldn’t be afraid or ashamed to see a therapist. I never thought that I would, considering I had a pretty “normal” childhood and my parents are still together and all of that other shit that a shrink digs into, but I’m so happy that I gave in.

Everyone in their 20’s is confused and going through some shit. You’re not alone! Sometimes we just need a little guidance from an outside party (costing $75+/hour) to really make us see why we do the things we do.

P.S. Please don’t ask me for pills. You’re basically asking for my sanity.

This cat needs to get laid


My pets are driving me completely insane. Specifically my cat that has yet to be fixed. (yes, I know I need to get it done but that involves time and money.) So I’ve got this adopted dumpster cat that is super cute but she is a little bitch. I don’t even know what the things’ name is anymore. It started as Allie, then got changed to Cleo, Jill calls her Petri, I call her Little Bitch or cat, depending on the day. No one should ever let me have kids. They will have some crazy personality disorders.

Anyway, so this cat is tearing my house apart. She climbs up in my window blinds (see picture) and has ruined all of them. She also liked to push everything off of every surface in my house. If I hear a loud thud, I know it’s her, almost every time. She thinks my kitchen cabinets are her fort to play in. Also, that little thing will drag pizza across the counter and eat it when you’re not looking. True story, it’s happened.

Have you ever tried to live with a cat in heat? It’s probably one of the most annoyingly weird situations to witness. So much so that when I woke up this morning to her yowling and pressing her little cat vagina on the door stop in my room, I decided to Google “cat dildo”. What a treat! People are fucking weird. There was a whole write up in Yahoo Answers about how you can “service” a cat with a Q-tip. Apparently a cat orgasm is unlike anything any human has experienced.

What to look for:
The cat orgasm that follows this procedure is something the likes of which I have never seen elsewhere. It is a wriggling, leaping, moaning dance of ecstasy that defies any experience of pleasure my mind can even begin to grasp. If humans had orgasms with the intensity of a cat serviced in this way there would be no such thing as war, hunger, capitalism or God.

I would like to point out that I have no intention of fucking my cat with a Q-tip. Chill out PETA.

After reading this entry out loud to anyone around to hear it, I found my bread sitting in a puddle of piss on the counter. Who pees on the kitchen counter?! Honestly. (It’s happened twice today) I’m so tempted to just let her out to go get some strange from the neighborhood cats but I’m pretty sure that whore would never come back, and if she did she would be knocked up and not know who the baby-daddy is. I’m not ready for that feline Jerry Springer shit.

Until next time, I’ll be hunting for cat piss and continuously cleaning everything in my house.