Hiatus.

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Reprioritizing

And my blogging has fallen by the wayside. Shame on me!

No, really.

I turned 25 — and what did I have to show for it? A huge pile of RESPONSIBILITY staring me in the face. I haven’t decided how much it sucks yet — or if it sucks at all. There’s my personal life to consider, and how it interferes (or compliments!) my blossoming professional life. There’s the demands of a new, yet exciting, job — and how it infringes on my personal and romantic life. There’s the romantic life — juggling the trials of sharing my life with a guy I consider as important as myself and the rest of my family.  The celebrations that come along in any life — whether it’s to celebrate another wonderful summer day — in the middle of September, the celebration of knowing you’ve survived another year, celebrating the win of a favored athlete, or even another month to tuck into your belt.

All that stuff above, was just another way to say that I’ve been busy. My life has moved so fast in such a short period of time (as of today, I’ve been 25 for a whole month)… that I just haven’t had the presence of mind to log it in the blog.

It’s not that blogging isn’t important to me — it is. Blogging even makes its way into my job (what company DOESN’T have a blog anymore? Really.). Sharing my thoughts and musings with what little part of the world cares, is also important to me. My relationship with my boyfriend is important. My family is important. My job is important. My private time is also important. I think the main struggle of being in this quarter life is to know what is important when. During the 9 to 5 (9 to 6 in my case), my job is the most important thing. Secondary would be everything else that doesn’t directly relate to my job. Before and after work, that’s the time for myself, my boyfriend, my family, my friends. Time like now, is meant for myself. To take care of me, so that I have the health to deal with all the aforementioned stuff.

I haven’t been doing a very good job of that lately, either. Just last week, I pulled my calf muscle. Ow. Time to put the gym aside and take care of that. While I have that extra time to myself, I should devote myself to my job. Concentrate on being the best I can be … which, also includes taking my work home with me, which I’ve also done earlier tonight. Also find time to invest in my boyfriend, who is also going through a similar re-prioritization in his life.

Taking the time to explain the intricacies of everything’s relationship to one another, especially in the context of MY life — would take forever. Every day, the priorities change. Every day something happens that will shift the way we decide how much things are worth. They fluctuate more often than the stock exchange.

Part of dealing with the QLC is the ability to be flexible and realize the necessity of being flexible.

Life’s just a game of juggling. If you can’t do it, you just keep trying and practicing till you do. Sure, I’ve managed to figure out this tiny piece, but I’m just taking it one day at a time.

Sleep is becoming a priority like… rightnow.

I missed it!

I missed blogging about my 25th birthday! Quarter life indeed. If you really want to know how I started off the 2nd quarter century of my life, let me know. There are more than a few things I managed to realize about my not-so-crisis-free life. Perhaps neither crisis nor disaster-level issues — but definitely not problem free.

Like today’s issue… which I really can’t go into too much detail about. Why does it take only one instance of a certain event to kick yourself in the ass and make you realize you really need help? Maybe that’s not the correct question to ask. Maybe I still need to catch up on sleep from the birthday weekend. Yes. I think that’s it.

In preparation.

I’ve gone and taken than next step. It was difficult. There was a lot of sweat. But it’s done.

25centlife is 1 year old today!

Wow. That’s a hell of a milestone. And to think, I managed to miss it! [I'm backdating this sucker, don't worry]

What have I accomplished?

200+ entries and more than 16,000 visits. Also, avoided more than 10,000 bits of spam.  Yay Akismet!

I don’t think I could have hoped for anything better. Nor did I expect the dedication and time I’ve put into this. I’m happy. Let’s go year #2!

My First Gawker Moment

Okay. So this one was from me.

http://gawker.com/stalker

Blogging Peeve

We all know WP.com doesn’t allow AdSense on their blogs. Fine. I can live with that. We know that Google-Blogger does. Okay, that’s all fine and well.

What’s my point? I cannot STAND bloggers who, at the end of every post, beg their readers to click on at least one ad before exiting their site. Are you so desperate for the extra pocket change that you are reduced to begging?

If you’re that desperate for cash, I suggest getting a job first. I hear those pay more.

rank thing

Travelin Woman

Since I started this blog, Miss BeanCurd’s been more of the traveler than I have. I’ve said often I want to confiscate her passport… but being a fellow traveler — I can’t begrudge her the joys of being a foodie jetsetter.

Having said that, I was thinking of creating a non-WP blog, as in my first real own domainy type thing, devoted solely to my previous travels hither and thither. I may be nearing the end of my 24th year, but I’ve been around the world.

Having stated that, I need to know what the best place is to go buy a domain, hosting, what else is involved. I’m a mini-geek. I’m intelligent. I ought to be able to figure this out myself. Suggestions welcome!

List of where I’ve been under the cut!

Generation gap just got a bit smaller

So… I’m going to start another blog. I know, you’re all groaning and smacking your foreheads on walls and other hard or sharp and pointy objects.

But my parents have finally started to embrace this passion of mine with the really funny name. Since my dad is more in tune with my newest blog topic than my mother is, and also much more technical minded (although it’s mostly hardware to my software) — I think I’m going to let him help me out.

TRAVEL BLOG. Travelog. Whatever. I know I haven’t used my passport in ages, and my inner jetsetter is absolutely crying and depressed… but I’ve gone to a lot of places in my not ridiculously long life time. My dad is in his sixth decade — and that’s all he’s ever loved to do. Travel. It’s in our blood.

So, I figure combine my memories, with his memories .. .and possibly some other commentary and what not. I think I might have a really good thing going. He might still be a bit clueless as to understanding how these things work, but I think it’s really cool. Maybe my mom might chime in too.

I think it’s really freakin cool.