Overachiever Much?

Back in high school, no one could accuse me of being an overachiever. I sat in the back of the class, half-assed my work and got bad grades to show for it. I graduated with zero honors and went to Community College because I didn’t get in to FSU on my first go around. All that to say, achieving wasn’t a high priority, not to mention over achieving.
Flash forward to 2015, 14 years after graduating high school and my life paints a very different picture. Thank goodness for that! If we just stand still then there’s no growth and what do we have to show for our experiences? What have we learned? But more importantly 14 years??? Where has the time gone?

I’m glad to have grown older and a little bit wiser. People who know me now are shocked to find out about my poor grades and mediocre commitment to learning back in high school. You know what? I’m proud that they’re shocked. I’m proud that they expect an A student on the honor roll with plenty of extracurriculars to impress the college folks. (Think Rory Gilmore, not Paris Gellar!)
Because nowadays I’m motivated. I love learning and yes…I would proudly raise my hand in overachievers anonymous and tell my story!
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For example: this month is #NaNoWriMo and for those of you not hip to the hashtag, that stands for National Novel Writing Month. For the next month I am committed to writing a minimum of 1600+ words a day. Not just any old words…novel words… story words. I’ve never written a novel in my life. I’ve dreamed of it. I’ve talked about it, but I’ve never taken actionable steps towards that goal. As of November 1st, that is no longer the case!

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Guess what, November is also #NaBloPoMo. Again, for those of you born before 1970, that’s National Blog Post Month. So on top of my pointed novel words, I’m adding a commitment to a month of blog posts. A blog post a day, to be precise. That’s more words. Clearly November should instead be called #NaLiHaWaTooManWoToWriMo which of course translates to National Liz Has Way Too Many Words To Write Month!!

Add onto that the countdown to the biggest event in nerd history (if I have to tell you…then this may not be the place for you.) An adjustment to moving back to Florida from my sojourn in sunny California. The impending holiday season (thanks for that reminder ABC Family and your already advertised 25 Days of Christmas programming…talk about overachievers.) And the prospect of being an aunt to infant babies. As well as the daily struggle to maintain some semblance of a prayer life, the potential dating career in my future, a desperate need to commit to that Title Boxing Membership that I’ve been trying to ignore, wanting to find time to volunteer, planning a potential mission trip and a million, zillion other things…yeah overachieving…it’s sorta my new thing.
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*Photo from Power of Positivity
But instead of lamenting my need for purpose and my drive for excellence, I’m diving in head first. I’m making commitments left and right. I am no longer intimidated by the label of being an “overachiever” I am wearing it like a badge of honor. And I was never a very good Girl Scout, but darn if I didn’t like the look of all those badges on that pretty, bright, yellow sash. (Side note, I also dropped out of Girl Scouts before we even got around to cookie selling season. Trust me…that was a girl who grossly undervalued her potential.)

If I could crawl into a Delorean, tap the Flux capacitor and go back in time…I wouldn’t change a thing. Sure good grades woulda been nice, but sitting in the back of the classroom taught me that I never want to be overlooked again. And that is a lesson that front row kids never get to learn.
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So the joke’s on you, time machine…cause I choose to go see Elvis’ last concert in Indianapolis on June 26, 1977. (Yep, I Googled that, but it doesn’t make my desire to see the King on stage any less real!)

The Friend Zone

It’s a classic tale.

Girl meets boy. Girl really likes boy. Boy really likes girl…as a friend.

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I can’t tell you how many times this has happened to me. And I’m sure it’s common for men as well. So I know I’m not alone in this. Chemistry isn’t always a two way street. Sometimes one person will feel something that the other person just doesn’t get. That’s ok. That’s normal. That freakin’ sucks!

Listen, the fact of the matter is that there are over 6 billion people on this planet. So the chances of feeling something for the wrong person is likely to happen and happen more than once. It doesn’t mean you aren’t worth it. It doesn’t mean you won’t find it. It just means you have to keep looking and not let it get you down.

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt this way. I don’t know most of you at all. But I know that the things we feel are not unique to us. The hurts and heart breaks are universal. And if you’ve felt it, you better believe someone else has too.

Check out this week’s episode, because I’ve definitely been there before!

I hope you can find comfort in knowing that you aren’t alone!! I’m right there with you! Tweet me, email me, message me! I’m here!

There’s a Giant in my Pantry

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By Liz Tailor

A giant’s foot is in my pantry.
And I don’t know how or why.
I tried to ask him yesterday,
But his head brushes the sky.
I said, “Hey there, Mr. Giant,
Just a question if you please?
How’d your foot get in my pantry?”
But my question reached his knees.

Everyday I’d try again
To ask the giant how he came.
Pretty soon I just grew tired.
And the question hurt my brain.
Just how in life the largest men
That I had ever seen,
Got his foot stuck in my pantry?
I just had to know the scheme…