Girl, Distracted. Or “Look at my pretty pictures!”

Reheat that cup of chamomile tea, Spoony, because I’m back! Sorry for the long delay folks, I let life catch up with me and then drag me along for almost a month. So this post is mostly going to be a big catch up as I try to re-organize my world. I’m not going to lie, I’ve been really struggling with keeping everything balanced in my life, but I think a lot of it stems from the fact that I’ve been running back to Maryland every day I have off (and even a few that I don’t!).

I thought of something today while hiking when I saw that a tree had fallen in the path of the trail awhile before and had been cut apart and moved:

Life happens. Trees fall, paths get blocked. But you have to climb over them, dig under them, maneuver around them, or find new tools to get through them. You can’t spend the rest of your life staring at that fallen tree, wondering what to do with it. You have to get past it. Because trees fall, paths get blocked, life happens. And you have to happen with it.

One of the photos I took while hiking today at Caledonia State Park.

And that’s what I’ve been doing the past few weeks. I’ve been happening with life while it happens to me. I’ve been actively applying and interviewing for new jobs in a different field – I’m hoping to get out of the mental health field and more so into advertising and marketing. Should I have majored in either advertising or marketing? Perhaps. I was offered a job in sales with New Evolution Marketing but I think I’m passing it up because I’m concerned with the salary, or, lack thereof. I’m not a huge fan of working on commission. Pretty funny considering I worked on tips for years and years and now I’m used to those expected paychecks, I don’t want to go back. I’m hoping to find another job more suited to the area I’d like to expand toward. But anyway, fun things I’ve been getting myself into:

1. I had the opportunity to go to a music festival in Clarksville, Maryland back in late September. It was called ‘Hometown Getdown V’ and was an absolute blast. I received a phone call from a very cute if slightly intoxicated Paul when I was still at work that Friday inviting me down. His roommates, one being my old friend Taylor, were camped out listening to music. So, after grabbing a promised beer with my beautiful and very busy friend Darlanna, I headed down.

Dee and I catching up at Orkys briefly before I sped down to Clarksville.

I guess the best way to describe my experience when I arrived was confusion and amazement. Confusion, because I got so fed up trying to find the porta potties Paul told me I’d see I just parked somewhere and started walking across the hay-covered field and amazement because this place was awesome. I was only shortly off the road when I realized I was in the middle of a gosh darn music festival. Trailers, trucks, and cars were parked in a makeshift lot surrounded by tents, campfires, and a drum circle or two. I found Paul, who led me up to the little tent town that our group had created. They had nicknamed it “Dry Town”.

Good ol’ dry town

We came upon the group mellowing and singing in perfect harmony “Wagon Wheel”. Two guys were on guitar, one playing a percussion box, one on a ukulele, and quite possibly a few more instruments. People were sitting on chairs, a plank of wood, the ground, everything. And everyone was smiling. How could you not? The next morning, we all woke up at probably around 6:30am and rolled out of our tents. The image of like ten people brushing their teeth around the water jug was pretty funny and luckily they were selling coffee so we trekked down past the stage to the bar area and proceeded to attempt to wake ourselves up fully.


I left for a few hours to go hiking with my friend Christine (and shower!). We ate some of her mother’s “hangover soup”, i don’t know what was in it but it was delicious and it certainly kept us going. We climbed the Maryland Heights in Harper’s Ferry and made it to the overlook.

Christine and I at the top of the overlook!


This was a big deal because the last time we attempted the hike, about a year before, and I wasn’t able to finish it. I was only able to get 2/3 of the way up before I was panting, miserable, and ready for about three cigarettes and an ice cream. Her pomeranian Buddy was more energetic than I was. But this time, I was marching along ahead of the poor furball most of the way up and was bouncing the whole way back down. It showed, to me, some of the progress I’ve made.


But so many other things have happened. I went to a good old friend Artie’s baby shower, where I was able to catch up with old friends and eat pit barbeque at 1pm on a Sunday. We also found a beautifully sneaky way to hide our beer, because, well, there was Flying Dog.


I also got him a really nice “future father-to-be-again” gift:


That same weekend I attended my friend Sara’s “‘Merica, Frick Yeah!” party, which other than the noise violation, was a lot of fun. We laughed, we ate, we drank, we mud wrestled…yeah. We mud wrestled.

We both felt very patriotic that day…and muddy on my part by the end of the evening

Anyway, that’s been my life recently. I’ve been thoroughly indulging in my social life for a few weeks. But I’m reorganizing and re-prioritizing a few things to keep the focus on what I’ve had it on: myself. How ridiculously self-centered is that? But it’s necessary until I’m satisfied with my life. When I’m running a 5k four days a week, working a job that has a weekend, and paying my bills without sweating over them too much, I’ll feel a lot more balanced. Even in the past few days, I began counting calories again (which is my way of working on my diet, again, I use Sparkpeople) and I’ve, obviously, started to return to writing. I’ve been returning to my cabbage patch and eating allll the vegetables. But before I end this long-winded, poorly-written update, I do want to address three things specifically that I’ll be writing about in the future:

1.) My brother’s wedding. First N-meyer child married. Shits are to be given!

2.) My adventure quitting smoking cigarettes. My friend Anne requested it and I’ll definitely talk about it, especially because I’m asked about it all the time.

3.) A situation that resulted in me being assaulted in a bar and apparently a nasty, completely unnecessary comment on my blog. I won’t get into it now, but it’s resulted in me really appreciating the friends I have and better understanding of others of whom I am no longer.

Anyway, sorry again for the lapse in posting. I promise regularity from now on! And, hopefully, hilarity! And clarity! And about forty other -ity words!