January 19, 2010
You’re Not My !@#$ Prom Queen
- Some unknown band in Austin, TX
So I went to Austin this weekend with Holli. A few years ago we started what was supposed to be an annual girls’ trip on MLK weekend. This year, for various reasons, it was just the two of us that headed out to the Lonestar state. We were visiting our friend Kelly and had the pleasure of meeting her boyfriend Dauphin on this trip. He was gracious enough to let two total strangers crash at his place for the weekend. What a trooper. And Kelly, as always, was awesome to hang with. We couldn't have asked for a better hostess.
I really do love to travel. There’s nothing like it for a lot of reasons. The first one being, hello, you’re not at work. And for me, something I rediscovered this weekend, is that you’re free from being yourself for a few days. Vacation is a great chance to do things, go places and let loose in ways that I never do in real life. It occurred to me several times in the few short days I was away how much I just simply felt better. How much happier I was, how much more laid back I was and how eager I was to see things and go places and try new things. (Hello, beer? Yeah, actually had some in Austin, which is a tremendous surprise for those that know me well). I’m sure most people feel this way on vacation, but the part that stuck in my mind is how to carry over this sort of persona, or state of mind into my real life back home. Is it possible?
Because here in the real world, I’ve become complacent, boring, timid and tired, really. And that, friends, is the main reason I quit writing here. Because really, what did I have to write about that was interesting anymore? Was it ever interesting to begin with? (Wait, maybe don’t answer that… mama’s feeling sensitive today). The truth is, I was depressed. And not like, oh, I’m sad at the holidays type depressed. But full on, crisis mode, depressed. But no worries, I did deal with it. It just so happens that I didn’t want to deal with it in a very public way, like say, on the internet for all to see. But now that I think about it, why not? People struggle with depression, anxiety and a million other things every day, so why be ashamed?
Now that I seem to be mostly on the other side of that, it’s time to try to find me again. Fun Amy lost her way. Funny Amy turned into cynical, sarcastic Amy. Nice Amy turned into an angry, unhappy Amy. Justin Timberlake may have brought sexy back, but me? In 2010, I’m bringing old school Amy back. And if you want to follow along for the ride, I’d love it. Much more to come, including a closer look at the coolness that was Austin. In the meantime, peace out.
dabbs
So I went to Austin this weekend with Holli. A few years ago we started what was supposed to be an annual girls’ trip on MLK weekend. This year, for various reasons, it was just the two of us that headed out to the Lonestar state. We were visiting our friend Kelly and had the pleasure of meeting her boyfriend Dauphin on this trip. He was gracious enough to let two total strangers crash at his place for the weekend. What a trooper. And Kelly, as always, was awesome to hang with. We couldn't have asked for a better hostess.
I really do love to travel. There’s nothing like it for a lot of reasons. The first one being, hello, you’re not at work. And for me, something I rediscovered this weekend, is that you’re free from being yourself for a few days. Vacation is a great chance to do things, go places and let loose in ways that I never do in real life. It occurred to me several times in the few short days I was away how much I just simply felt better. How much happier I was, how much more laid back I was and how eager I was to see things and go places and try new things. (Hello, beer? Yeah, actually had some in Austin, which is a tremendous surprise for those that know me well). I’m sure most people feel this way on vacation, but the part that stuck in my mind is how to carry over this sort of persona, or state of mind into my real life back home. Is it possible?
Because here in the real world, I’ve become complacent, boring, timid and tired, really. And that, friends, is the main reason I quit writing here. Because really, what did I have to write about that was interesting anymore? Was it ever interesting to begin with? (Wait, maybe don’t answer that… mama’s feeling sensitive today). The truth is, I was depressed. And not like, oh, I’m sad at the holidays type depressed. But full on, crisis mode, depressed. But no worries, I did deal with it. It just so happens that I didn’t want to deal with it in a very public way, like say, on the internet for all to see. But now that I think about it, why not? People struggle with depression, anxiety and a million other things every day, so why be ashamed?
Now that I seem to be mostly on the other side of that, it’s time to try to find me again. Fun Amy lost her way. Funny Amy turned into cynical, sarcastic Amy. Nice Amy turned into an angry, unhappy Amy. Justin Timberlake may have brought sexy back, but me? In 2010, I’m bringing old school Amy back. And if you want to follow along for the ride, I’d love it. Much more to come, including a closer look at the coolness that was Austin. In the meantime, peace out.
dabbs
Posted by Amy at 11:36:50 |
Holli wrote: