Natasha's blog - A boring title for a not boring blogger

Thank you My effort has been pretty minimal lately. To those who read for amusement, insight, inspiration or a good life-reminder; thank you. To those who have read with the hopes of finding an insane author, a high level of crazy, and a potentially toxic level of self-doubt: I welcome you. Failure ? Change and transition consistently permeate my little corner. My feeble attempt to fight it and prove I can overcome my instinct to flee has been more difficult than I imagined. I think I failed. In the last year, I moved 5 times, dated 3 people (not all at once), tried to read 4 books, applied to 2 graduate programs & the U.S. Navy, and successfully created dinner I think 4 times. Maybe. I think I failed this last year. To review my goals: 2017 Goals ... Not completed goals are highlighted  Get a tattoo  Learn something in therapy  Plan and do a memorable activity once per month  exponentially wean myself off sugar: 7 consistent days withou...

There are two groups of people in the world: the clean people, and the slobs. The clean people are on their own spectrum, and the slobs are on their own spectrum. The two spectrums do not interact.

"Be what you wish you were" - as I crown myself in my bathroom mirror I haven't posted a blog update in a few months. I will commit to posting more regularly (once every 2 weeks - or bi-weekly as the high brows call it) starting in March. I refrained from regular posts and updates because there seemed to be too many moving parts. Trying to capture them in a linear blog format was too much to concisely translate. Quick Recap   September Moved to Seattle (Green Lake), found a part time job as a Swim Instructor. October Casually dated a guy from CDA, maintained my Swim Instructor job, started as a Marketing Rep for HelloFresh, promptly quit within 48 hours (not what I was looking for), celebrated by 26th birthday with my roommates, who I affectionately refer to as the "Party Kittens." Experienced one final imploding meltdown (ugly crying, in bed until 3 p.m., doubting every decision I have ever made in life - you know the drill). November Was off...