When I started blue bells & lipstick, I wanted to share my style story, and passion for the world of fashion, but as I have figured out this whole blog-thing, I learned that I have more to write about than just my style story. Pages of Inspiration is meant to inspire. It's meant to bring you hope, make you laugh, and to remind you that you aren't the only one. As you read through the chapters of my life, I hope that my adventures and misadventures, for that matter, lead you on a wonderful journey of your own. Keep scrolling for laughs, quotes, and a sprinkle of hope!
Adulting...Or Something Like It
Let’s start with a show of hands. How many of you lovely gals are still living at home? Come on now, I can’t be the only one. Anyone? No one? Okay, fine. I’ll start. Hi, my name is Megan, and I live at home. God that felt good to get off my chest.
Now, let’s get a few things straight. I am well aware of the stigma attached to living at home, but I am not some incapable human who just can’t seem to get her sh** together. I am not too scared to fly the coop, and I am not a hermit that lives in the basement of her childhood home. No, in fact, I am the complete opposite. I am a career-driven, plenty of friends, independent woman, who indeed has her sh** together, and is simply just dealing with a few curve balls that life has thrown her way.
I know what you are thinking, “So, if you are all of these things, then why in the hell are you living at home?” Well, let me share with you a bit of my story.
A couple of years ago, I thought I had it all. I was in the prime of a career that I loved, and that was giving me the opportunity to move to be with my Prince Charming. My stars had finally aligned, that is until my universe imploded. My Prince Charming turned out to be a long distant cousin to Prince Ass****. Prince Ass**** hails from a faraway land, where they are known for ripping the hearts out of those that they pretend to love for years, and years, and I am getting off track. Focus, Megan.
Okay, I’m good. Anyway, as my world was crumbling around me. I started to realize that I hated my job, I loved the money, and the potential, but hated how many hours I put in, and how stressed I was all the time. It wasn’t my passion, and it was hard to see that, when everything in my world was perfect. To sum it up, I lost my heart, and my drive, and I knew that somewhere in between all the sadness, and anger, I had to find those things again. So, as they say, “Home is where the heart is,” and that is exactly where I went.
It wasn’t easy at first. In fact, I felt like a complete and utter failure. I mean, a twenty-something, woman of the world, can’t live her dream life while living in her childhood bedroom. Or at least that is what I thought. I had to make some changes, and ladies and gentlemen, they had nothing to do with who or where I lived. These changes had to take place within. Believe me, it’s not an easy feat to think that you know exactly where you are, and who you want to be, and within a split second, that path is demolished and you are lost.
Take it from me, you are strong, and capable, and full of beautiful potential, and sometimes you just need a little help from someone that has lost their way too. So here’s my advice. You don’t need to follow it to a T, but look at these steps as inspiration to create a new path.
Step 1. Quit Comparing: Shut that sh** down. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, believe me, I love them all, and use them frequently, but when you are going through a mental crisis, it doesn’t help to see the world moving on around you. Everyone, including those freakishly happy couples, and newly promoted friends, has crap moments. It’s life. But it’s easy to hide the crap behind the curtain of social media. We don’t announce when our lives are terrible, or when we are feeling insecure, we boast when something great happens. You will have your chance to shine, but for now, log off, disconnect and start to look at the world around you. Because, I am telling you, that, is where you will find yourself.
Step 2. What did you want to be when you grew up?: When you were little anything was possible. I mean, I was convinced that I was going to be the first female goalie for the Mighty Ducks, and as a side job, I was going to be a treasure hunter, with my imaginary friend (fictional character and personal hero) Pippi Longstocking. As I grew older, those dreams faded and a more realistic dream took over, being a writer. It was a dream that I had dabbled in, but never really focused on. I sat in my childhood bedroom, and began to think, of how I could make that dream possible. Now, I am getting my Masters in Creative Writing, I have a blog, I am writing you this. It’s never too late, to remember that little girl, and what made her happiest. She’s still there.
Step 3. Get off your ass: This is something that I struggled with. Often times when I was sulking on my couch, most of the time with my parents, and bottle of wine, watching T.V., I just kept thinking, “Oh my God, this is going to be my life. I will grow old on this couch. I will eventually have to change their diapers. Oh, God, please no!” Okay, stop thinking that. Breathe. You have to accept the path that you are on. You need to realize that your life is what you make it. Sure, that could easily happen. Sitting there, feeling sorry for yourself, and two minutes later, you are fifty, a wine-o and a whiz at Jeopardy. It doesn’t have to be that way. Get off your ass, and have fun! Part of finding yourself, again, is knowing what makes you laugh, what makes you excited. Do something for yourself, even if it means going to get a coffee, or heading to the gym to burn off some steam. Just do something, you deserve that.
I am still home, for now, and my roommates are my parents and brother, but that is beside the point. What matters is that I have found myself, and I realized that I am right where I am supposed to be, and I am okay with that. I experienced heart ache, but I made it through. I found what makes me tick, and what I love to do in this world. Do I have plans to leave the nest? Of course. It’s not easy being a single lady at home, if you know what I mean. But right now, I am saving a little money, which is allowing me to focus on my passion. I am having fun, and traveling. So, until the time comes when I spread my wings and fly, I am going to be there for you, to provide you the help you need to live your best life, in a twin-sized bed, at home.