The best day of my life

I’ve been thinking about life a lot lately. (I know. DEEP.)

More specifically, everything that has changed in my own in the last five years. The hubs and I have been discussing the future pretty regularly, which, for me at least, leads to natural reflection of what has already happened.

I put some serious thought into what point in my life I could say I was the happiest.

The thing about the happiest moments of you life is that they’re not happy because they’re perfect. They’re just imperfect in a way you can laugh at and appreciate. And they’re so almost perfect that you don’t even care about the distinction anyway.

I came up with a couple of moments like that.

1. Eighth grade (2000/2001)
Yup, middle school. I really liked middle school. (I know, I’m a freak.) I didn’t have too much trouble with bullies, my style was probably ridiculous but I didn’t know enough about style to know, I had good friends, and I kept busy doing things I really enjoyed with people I liked being around. My friend Annie and I often joke that eighth grade was one of our best years, but honestly, I think there has always been a hint of sincerity in the joke.

2. My ASME summer (2008)
Did we just take a 7-year leap into the future/past? Yes, we did. Which isn’t to say the almost-decade in between sucked, it just means there wasn’t all that much that stood out. I got my braces off. I got my driver’s license. I graduated high school. There. Now you’re caught up.

Anyway, that summer? My ASME summer? That summer ruled. I was living in the heart of the place I had dreamed of living in for years, working for a company I had dreamed of working at for years. I had an awesome roommate who it still amazes me I clicked with as well as I did. I was in an entirely new environment, which made me feel like I could be whoever I wanted to be. And I was only there for three months, so if I decided I didn’t like this new person I had tried to be, I could leave her behind at the end of the summer.

I even spent a bit of time with the would-be-hubster that summer. Although, in the sake of total disclosure, we exchanged literally three sentences the whole time. Romance.

I ended that summer riding high and entirely confident in my ability to take over the world. (If I wanted to.)

3. The day I got engaged. (June 14th, 2010)
Heck YES I knew that date without having to look it up. What do you take me for?

But seriously, guys. It was so awesome. Joey really outdid himself, flying me to Vancouver, taking me to the top of a mountain, getting me to accidentally film the proposal myself, and even weeks before getting friends and family to film themselves saying congrats so he could show me the video later (after we got off the mountain and I had calmed down a bit). I mean…just watch.

RIGHT? It was so perfect. I would argue the proposal is almost better than the wedding day because you don’t stress about anything (well, at least the person getting asked doesn’t stress because you usually don’t know it’s coming). All of the family drama, expenses, and stress would come later. On that day, we were getting married soon. And that’s all I needed to know.

That was a really great day.

4. Our actual wedding day. (April 10, 2011)
I know you’re sick of my gushing about my wedding, so you can read that post if you don’t already know why this was such a great day.

I try to be one of those people who learn from their mistakes. Actually, I try to be one of those people who learns from the mistakes of others, but sometimes I’m too stupid to pay enough attention. So when I think about the future and which options will make me the happiest, I think it’s important to reflect on what has made me happiest in the past. (My own personal twist on repeating history. The positive version.)

The trouble is, part of me thinks it’s impossible to ever be your “happiest” in the moment. It’s more of a reflective emotion. And once you designate something the “best day of your life,” you’ve already put it on a shiny pedestal, and nothing will ever be able to compare because you’re probably only remembering the good parts.

I mean, eighth grade? ASME summer? I still had issues and things I hadn’t gotten figured out yet and things weren’t actually perfect. And if I compare my relationship with Joey to how it was when we got engaged or even married, we’re so much stronger and closer than we were then.

You kind of need perspective to know what you had when you had it. So who knows? Maybe in 20 years I’ll look back on 2012 and think, “Damn…that was a good year.) Besides, it’s pretty awful to think that my best years have truly already happened. I prefer to think that the best is always yet to come.

What about you? When were you happiest? How do you feel when you think about sometime being your best time?

Whoops, things just got existential.

It’s Friday, Friday, Friday ohh…

(Just combined Rebecca Black and Justin Beiber? Eh, they all blend in my head anyway. I’m singing it to the Bieb’s tune, if that helps you.)

Well, after that weird specific diagnosis of my made up song, let’s get to it!

This is my second to last Friday working in the city. I don’t really have anything new to say about that, but it seems significant enough (in the oh-so-broad spectrum that is “things on my mind”) to mention.

Last night I had dinner with my extremely lovely friend Samantha, whom I haven’t seen in over two years. She’s been having her own version of my “what the heck do I do with my life now” freakouts in the last year or so, so I think we both took a little comfort in realizing that shifting priorities and changing realizations about what we want are not problems exclusive to ourselves.

It is nice to know I’m not the only person to spend most of their life knowing exactly what o want to do, only to finally get it and then realize I don’t want everything that comes with it. Or to know I’m not the only one with that giant “now what” question hanging over my head.

I guess I relate to those kids who took four years to choose a major, only to change it a week before graduation a lot more now.

Ugh, this is starting to run a little scattered and getting way too heavy for a Friday post (it started with tween pop stars, remember?), so suffice to say I’m not freaking out anymore. Just learning.

And that’s not such a bad thing, right?

Thinking Outside of the Boxes

Life lesson #58: OMG packing is boring.

But seriously. I’ve even got my iTunes on random, so you’d think that would be entertaining me.

The best thing about shuffle-mode is that you hear songs you’ve either a) forgotten exists or b) you would normally be ashamed to listen to, even though you secretly love them. Which is why I’m glad I’m the only one home. (Hel-lo Britney, Mandy, and all things showtune. I’ve missed you.)

But the point is, of course, that I’m procrastinating. It’s not that I don’t want to be all packed and ready to go (ON THURSDAY! EEK!), I just can’t get motivated. Well, to pack.

My friend Michelle and I were recently discussing how when we’re putting something off, we suddenly feel motivated to do everything else we’ve been putting off or would put off. So, in the spirit of optimistic procrastination, here’s a list of things I’ve accomplished today:

1. Exercised. I ran four miles and walked two around Gray’s Lake. Champ.

2. Lunched. Now that my days in Iowa are limited, I’m trying to cram in social meals wherever I can. Today, Tyler and I ate at Jason’s Deli and TCBY. (And since I have no food in the house, I have to make these meals count.)

3. Packed. (ish.) I mean, my sweaters, long-sleeve shirts, dishes, shoes, purses, belts, and some kitchen stuff are now in boxes whereas they weren’t before. So get off my back.

Plus I graduated a couple of days ago. So that seems like a big enough accomplishment to warrant me a few minutes of laziness.


Sigh. It will all get done. …right?

Face forward and proceed


Today marks the last day of classes I may ever have to take.*

I am currently one class and two final presentations and a couple posts away from life after college. And I couldn’t be more thrilled.

Commence countdown to commencement. (See what I did there?)


*The only reason why this would not be true would be if I decide to become a professor and have to get my Masters. But for now, that’s the distant future. Let’s try and live in the moment, shall we?

Does anyone understand the lyrics of Auld Lang Syne?

Life lesson #41: You never realize how many friends you have until you have two and a half weeks to say goodbye to all of them.

Ok, so that life lesson sounds kind of braggy. The irony is that I’m probably one of the least popular people you know (or, rather, don’t know). I have a solid group of maybe 15 to 20 friends, and most of them live at least 2 hours from me during the school year. So now that I’m packing up my life to move roughly 1,108 miles away, I’m realizing that there’s a fair chance I won’t see these people again for quite some time.

At least until everyone starts getting married. Or *shudder* having kids.

I hate good-byes, but I guess that’s another part of growing up. (Don’t worry, I’m not springing another life lesson on you. Just observing.)

The point is, I have a lot to do in the next couple of weeks, but I’m going to try my darndest to see everyone before I go. In case we don’t get our timing together, I really appreciate all the people who have loved and supported me thus far. I’m going to miss coffee dates, late-night Jumbo slice runs, 4th mealing, Mario Kart tournaments, whiffle ball championships, Hu-Hot bitchfests, Biggest Loser workouts and everything else. If you’re ever on the east coast, definitely look me up. I’m always up for reminiscing.