Pop

So recently I have been doing a lot of thinking.

I'm an adult. A real live ADULT.

When did that happen?

I am almost 24 years old and by no means is that "old," but it definitely is an age where people regard you as responsible and mature.

I try to live up to that standard, but sometimes it is so stressful.

Gone are the days of Freshman year where I had zero work, easy classes, lots of play time, and all the care free of the world.

I love my life, don't get me wrong, but it is out of whack.

I work TOO much. Since I graduated, all of my work places are demanding more of my time, which would be fine if it were only one of those work places...but it is all 3.

I have been putting in far too many hours at work and not many hours into sleep, hobbies, and time with others.

When I was at the gym the other day I had an analogy pop into my head.

I like to chew gum when I am working out because I feel like it makes me go harder.

As I was amidst chewing, I blew a bubble.

Such as this:

Depending on the type of bubble gum, the bubble size varies.

However, no matter how skilled you are in creating such bubble-ness, it always does this:

POPS.

And that is where I am at.

About to pop.

I have stretched myself in too many directions and I am at the breaking point.

I consider myself good at time management and skilled in my jobs.

But no matter how good I am, I can only go so long before I will look like that cute blonde up above.

So with all of that said...I did it.

I actually took a step in simplifying my life.

I told my manager, Brooke, at Charlotte Russe that I could no longer work there.

She was obviously sad, but said she knew it was coming since I was working so much and that was my lowest paying job.

It was seriously so hard to do.

I am so loyal to things and I felt like I was letting her down.

However, I have to do what is best for me.

We worked out a deal though where I will only work floor sets.

So I will only have to work there when the store is closed, like 10 hours a month.

So no having to deal with customers and I get to keep my discount.

If that isn't great, then I don't know what is.

My last real shift was yesterday.

It felt so liberating to walk out of there and know next week I will have those hours on my hands to do what I want to do.

I will admit, I am going to miss helping people pick out clothing and gain confidence in themselves, but I know I am going to be so much happier.

So long Charlotte Russe customers...it's been real.

And here's to being able to practice piano, choreograph dances, watch movies, scrapbook, read, and spend time with those I love!