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It's amazing how quickly life can change. Just over two weeks ago I accepted a temp position at the University of New Mexico so I could relocate to Albuquerque where Dale and I will make our home together. It was hard to leave my job at the library but I welcomed the opportunity to live in the same city as my <span class="_Tgc">fiancé </span>as we plan our wedding and hoped relocating would help me land a permanent position somewhere. <br />
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I was set to start my temp position this coming Monday but feel fortunate to report that my circumstances have changed. Thanks to the help of an amazing recruiter and a whirlwind day of interviews, today I was offered a full-time position at the University of New Mexico. In a week I will start my new job as the Assistant to the Director of Safety & Risk Services.<br />
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My heart is very full. I feel blessed to have landed a permanent position so quickly upon arriving in New Mexico. Not only will this new role provide me with unique opportunities to employ my various skills in a work environment I enjoy, it will also provide me with a competitive salary, which will help me on my quest to become debt-free.<br />
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<span class="_Tgc">Finding a new job in Albuquerque has tried my patience and confidence these past few months. </span>I'm grateful for the love and support my <span class="_Tgc">sweet fiancé, family, and friends have provided me throughout this process. They have buoyed me up during my times of doubt and frustration. I'm also grateful for prayer and the power of the priesthood. All of these wonderful new changes and blessings would not have been possible without them. </span><br />
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I'm excited to experience all the Land of Enchantment has in store. Welcome to my new life in New Mexico!Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222577985863054525.post-31688003921029404882015-11-04T11:10:00.001-06:002015-11-04T11:11:24.217-06:00tips for enjoying the holidays with less stress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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November is here, which means the holiday season is kicking into high gear. Today on the <a href="http://www.scld.org/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Spokane County Library District</a> blog, I'm sharing my personal strategies for combating the stress of the holiday season, getting everything done, and still finding joy in the process. <br />
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November is right around the corner, which means the holiday season is about to kick into high gear. Just a few days ago I was perusing Target and let out a short squeal of glee when I saw the Christmas aisle. To say that my family loves Christmas would be a bit of an understatement.<br />
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One of my favorite parts about the holidays is being able to give thoughtful, unique gifts to the people I love. Most of my friends are married or engaged, which poses a little bit of a dilemma when it comes to what kind of gift to get them. It can be a struggle to find something special that doesn't cost a fortune and someone will actually like and use.<br />
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I recently discovered <a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/art/style-or-medium" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">UncommonGoods</a>, an online site where you can find a variety of unique artisan goods for anyone on your list (including yourself). Every product includes an engaging description along with a profile of the artist who made the item, which I think is super cool. Not only am I impressed by the quality of their <a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/home-garden/home-decor" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">products</a>, they're also really committed to sustainability, which I can't help but admire. At checkout you can even select a non-profit organization to receive a $1 donation from the company.<br />
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To help you check off some couples on your holiday gift list, I've rounded up six of my favorite gift ideas that are all under $50. I've also pinned many more to my <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/clarissafidler/gift-ideas/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Pinterest board</a>. There are definitely more than a few things I'd like to put on my Christmas list. Visit <a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/gifts/by-recipient/gifts-for-couples" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">UncommonGoods</a> to see more gift ideas for couples, amazing home products, unique artwork, and more!<br />
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You know your boyfriend loves you when he calls just to tell you he saw a sign for a bacon fest happening next month. It was one of those moments when I smiled to myself and thought, "Yep, he gets me."<br />
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In light of recent headlines this week, I must take this opportunity to profess my love for the wonderful processed meat we call bacon. I don't typically eat at Arby's but I can't help but love their ad right now that states:"Bacon is a present pigs give you when you're good."<br />
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When it comes to bacon, I tend to take Ron Swanson's point of view. Luckily for me, so does my boyfriend.<br />
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If you are worried about processed meats causing cancer, my friend shared a great <a href="http://scienceblog.cancerresearchuk.org/2015/10/26/processed-meat-and-cancer-what-you-need-to-know/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">article</a> on Facebook earlier this week that lays out all the facts. It's important to be informed but the recent reports are certainly not going to stop me from enjoying my bacon from time to time. All things in moderation, right?Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222577985863054525.post-3574763010692789712015-10-26T17:54:00.004-05:002015-10-26T17:55:21.607-05:00trying to move forward with a happy spirit<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Yesterday, everything I've been trying to juggle and cope with slapped me in the face--hard. I've been combating feelings of anxiety and stress ever since. As a result, I turned to junk food to cope and now feel even worse. Isn't it awesome how that works? Coke, brownies, and french fries do not eliminate stress, but my goodness it certainly seems like a good idea at the time. I'm never going to give up comfort food, but the amount I've consumed in the last 48 hours goes a little beyond "comfort".<br />
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Today I've realized I need to regroup and deal with my stressors through healthy forms of self-care. Going for a walk, writing in my journal, painting my toenails, calling a friend, and reading my scriptures are all much healthier ways to lessen my anxiety and feelings of self doubt. Remembering to be patient and taking lots of deep breaths usually helps too.<br />
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It's not always easy to move forward with a happy spirit, especially when you're dealing with a lot of unknowns and life changes. This quote from Gordon B. Hinckley is a good reminder to keep an eternal perspective and attitude. I do have faith in his words that if we strive to move forward with a happy spirit things will indeed work out.<br />
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This morning when I opened Twitter I discovered it was <a href="http://www.ncte.org/dayonwriting" target="_blank">National Day on Writing</a>. Writers all over the world have been sharing their individual motivation for writing with the hashtag #WhyIWrite. <a href="https://twitter.com/ClarissaFidler/status/656514762881155072" target="_blank">Naturally, I followed suit.</a><br />
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I write for a lot of reasons but my main motivations is this---truth. I write to reveal the truth inside and around me. Writing is one of the main forms I use to process my emotions and feelings. It's therapeutic but like so many self-care tactics can be difficult to do. Sometimes the truth is scary. Sometimes I don't want to come to grips with reality. Sometimes it feels easier (even though ultimately it's not) to keep it all inside.<br />
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I chose my career based on my ability to write. Even though I doubt myself and my abilities more than I care to admit, like the Anne Sexton quote above, I know writing is something I was born to do. That sounds cheesy, I know, but being able to write is one of the few things I've always known I can do well.<br />
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At 28 years old, I'm just getting started in my career. I have so much more to learn and many writing techniques to master. Every day I hone my copywriting, blogging, and marketing writing skills a little bit more. Thanks to the blogosphere there have been at least a few occasions when my personal writing has found its way into people's hearts. Those are the moments I cherish most and hope to produce more of in the future.<br />
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I know as long as I follow my high school teacher's admonition to <a href="http://westhawthorneplace.blogspot.com/2014/05/wednesday-wisdom-from-mr-hastings.html" target="_blank">never stop writing</a>, I'll be ok. <br />
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I know I'm not alone when I say that fall is my favorite season. There's something about the leaves, pumpkins, and football games. They make my heart happy. To usher in this wondrous season, I planned a "fall extravaganza date" which consisted of Dale and I eating homemade <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/118993615131678908/" target="_blank">pumpkin oreos</a> and carving pumpkins.<br />
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I really wanted the authentic experience of going to the pumpkin patch (a Fidler family tradition) and not just get pumpkins from the grocery store. However, I also didn't want to fork over $6.50 a piece just to get access to a pumpkin patch. After some diligent online research, I found <a href="http://www.jobsnursery.com/" target="_blank">Job's Nursery</a> in Pasco where we could go pumpkin hunting free of charge. </div>
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Saturday afternoon we headed to the cute little nursery for our fall adventure. It took some searching, but eventually we each found a pumpkin to our liking. I've learned over the years that when it comes to pumpkins bigger isn't always better. Bigger just means more guts to clean out! </div>
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After church, we spent Sunday afternoon tackling the task of carving our pumpkins. I forgot how labor intensive that task truly is. We were both sweating and felt pretty triumphant when we finally finished the job. If you ask me, I think our his and her pumpkins turned out pretty cute. Happy fall to us!Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222577985863054525.post-47672630469200354212015-06-11T18:56:00.000-05:002015-06-11T19:01:12.760-05:00welcome to cam country<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every day on my way to work I listen to <a href="http://www.bobbybones.com/main.html" target="_blank">The Bobby Bones Show</a>. The past few days it's been all about #ILoveWomen AKA Women in Country Week. One thing I love about Bobby and his crew is how supportive they are of emerging country artists. You get your song played by Bobby Bones, you're going to be sitting pretty. Country fans like myself gravitate towards Bobby because even though he's not just a radio personality with a good voice. He's a real person and you feel that when you listen to his show. And how can you not love a radio show that does a Friday morning dance party?!<br />
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Alright, now that you all know how much I love The Bobby Bones Show, let's move on to the main reason for this post. Yesterday, as part of Women in Country Week, new country artist Cam visited Bobby in the studio, and this morning he played her single, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBGUfVuBkMg" target="_blank">"Burning House"</a>. I immediately pulled up Shazam on my iPhone so I could tag the song and buy her EP album once I got to work.<br />
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"Burning House" haunted me like no song has since the first time I heard my beloved duo, <i>The Civil Wars</i>. Cam can sing--no doubt about that. Her sound is deep, rich, and powerful with a touch of twang and legitimate pain. Cam, where have you been all my life?!<br />
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Her EP is titled Welcome to Cam Country, and I say welcome to country indeed. I can't wait to see where this girl goes. Bring on the music, Cam!Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222577985863054525.post-10173931314293621292015-06-02T12:56:00.006-05:002015-06-10T13:03:24.149-05:00a fabulous trip to pdx<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Over Memorial Day weekend, Dale and I took our first road trip together to the wonderful land of hipsters aka Portland. We headed out from the Tri-Cities Saturday morning armed with large sodas from McDonald's (Diet Dr. Pepper with no ice for him, Diet Coke with lemon for me), sourpatch kids, and goldfish--all topped off with a mix CD I made for the drive.<br />
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We spent a few days in Portlandia exploring the Pearl District and the Kenton Station neighborhood. Minus me catching a nasty cold halfway through our trip, it couldn't have been a more perfect mini vacation for us.<br />
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Our first stop was the <a href="http://www.portlandsaturdaymarket.com/" target="_blank">Portland Saturday Market</a>. We arrived a little after 10am and spent the rest of the morning exploring the area before we headed to <a href="http://mmmtacospdx.com/" target="_blank">Mi Mero Mole</a> for lunch. I wish I'd taken a picture of the burritos we got. They were AMAZING. Dale did an excellent job picking out this place. After lunch we headed towards the heart of the Pearl District for a little book browsing at <a href="http://www.powells.com/" target="_blank">Powell's</a>. </div>
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For our two-night stay in Portland, we decided to try out <a href="https://www.airbnb.com/" target="_blank">Airbnb</a> and stayed at a <a href="https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/962714" target="_blank">great little two-bedroom studio</a> in the Kenton Station neighborhood. It was perfect for us and was much more reasonably priced than a hotel. For anyone who hasn't used Airbnb before, I would definitely recommend it. It took putting in for a few places before we got this one but it all worked out quite well in the end.<br />
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Kenton Station was a cute little neighborhood on the north side of town. Only a few blocks from where we stayed was a quaint little corridor filled with shops and restaurants. Saturday night we ate dinner at the <a href="http://kentonstationportland.com/" target="_blank">Kenton Station Restaurant & Pub</a> and it did not disappoint. The sandwiches were so big we saved half for lunch the next day.<br />
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We ate a lot of good food on our trip but my favorite place was definitely the <a href="http://www.cupandsaucercafe.com/#!north/cgxp" target="_blank">Cup & Saucer Cafe</a>. Just a few blocks from our Airbnb, we walked down for breakfast two days in a row--it was that good. From dense blueberry biscuits to delish egg scrambles filled with bacon, Tillamook cheddar cheese, and jalapenos, this place knew what it was doing. The staff was also incredibly friendly and welcoming, which in my opinion always adds to a pleasurable dining experience.<br />
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On Sunday we headed to <a href="http://www.travelportland.com/article/washington-park/" target="_blank">Washington Park</a>, home to the <a href="http://www.travelportland.com/directory/international-rose-test-garden/" target="_blank">International Rose Test Garden</a>, <a href="http://www.oregonzoo.org/" target="_blank">Oregon Zoo</a>, and <a href="http://www.portlandcm.org/" target="_blank">Portland Children's Museum</a> among many other attractions. It was a busy day at the park. The rose garden was filled with tourists snapping pictures and admiring the bountiful blooms, so naturally we joined in on the fun. After we'd had our fair share of roses, we hopped on the very convenient shuttle and headed to the <a href="http://www.oregonzoo.org/" target="_blank">Oregon Zoo</a>.<br />
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The zoo was packed with families and couples but we still enjoyed spending the afternoon walking through the exhibits. By this time my cold was starting to take over, so we only made it through about half of the zoo before heading back to our little studio so I could take a nap. After some much needed rest, we ventured out for dinner. I still wasn't feeling too good so we stopped at the grocery store for medicine and juice. Then we spent the rest of the night relaxing, eating sorbet, and watching Netflix together. <br />
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Monday morning we took a little scenic detour to see <a href="http://www.oregon.com/attractions/multnomah_falls" target="_blank">Multnomah Falls</a> before heading back to the Tri-Cities. When we drove out of Portland a reader board indicated the parking lot for the falls was full but we didn't let that deter us. Armed with determination and patience, Dale was able to snag us a great parking spot. The falls are over 600 feet tall and there's a lovely bridge you can access to get a closer look.<br />
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Our first road trip was an absolute blast. We're looking forward to many more fun adventures together!</div>
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Well kids, it's finally happened. This longtime single girl is single no more. Yes, I have a boyfriend! Are you still breathing? Did you fall over in your chair? Take a step back and just breathe. Everything is ok. You have not been transported to Tomorrowland or any other land where dreams come true. This is real life.<br />
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Two months ago I had a different job and was just mildly testing the waters on Match.com. I'd messaged a few guys and a few had reached out to me, but I hadn't found anyone I was particularly interested in. Then one day I received a sweet, well-written message from a cute, LDS guy from the Tri-Cities that made me laugh out loud and smile in a special way.<br />
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Over the course of a week or so we sent a few emails back and forth and started getting to know each other. I could tell that this guy was truly interested in me and honestly, the whole thing really freaked me out. It was such a foreign feeling. I was excited but also scared and unsure how to act. <br />
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A few days after we initially started talking I started my new job and used that as an excuse to not reply to his latest message for a couple of days. I wasn't sure how to move forward or if I even wanted to keep emailing. <i>Do I really like this guy or is it just nice to be wanted? What does dating even look like anymore? Can I really do it? Am I capable of letting someone really know me again?</i> All of these questions, along with so many more, bounced around in my head. I was definitely having what they describe in the scriptures as a "stupor of thought". Then, he sent me a short message saying he hoped my first week at my new job was going well. It was time to make a decision--jump in or walk away. <br />
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I've struggled with my spirituality over the last few years, especially this past year or so. In my darker times I let simple sources of strength like prayer and scripture reading fall to the wayside. When faced with my aforementioned stupor of thought, I decided to do something I hadn't done in a long time--say a real, heartfelt prayer. It was a short, simple prayer asking for direction and guidance, but it was the first time I humbled myself enough to submit my will to Heavenly Father's. I was blessed with a distinct answer that I should continue my correspondence with Mr. Tri-Cities. I jumped in and haven't looked back. <br />
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Next week it will be a year since my personal essay, <a href="http://theeverygirl.com/accepting-the-single-status-when-everyone-else-is-a-couple" target="_blank"><i>Accepting the Single Status When Everyone Else is a Couple</i></a>, was published on <a href="http://theeverygirl.com/" target="_blank">The Everygirl</a>. I am in complete awe at how quickly one's life can change. Everything
they say about finding love when you least expect it is true. I always
thought it was a load of crap, but now thanks to Mr. Tri-Cities, I've
joined the believers. And I've got to say, it's a pretty amazing place
to be.<br />
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I've found that light at the end of the tunnel that I've been searching for. Like I predicted, it's certainly a different hue than I ever imagined, but it's brighter and more brilliant than anything I could have ever hoped. The kind of happiness I am experiencing right now is unlike anything I've ever encountered.<br />
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The smallest step really can lead to great things. I believe that with all of my heart. Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222577985863054525.post-25097869386201478512015-04-01T01:20:00.000-05:002015-04-01T01:22:35.057-05:00learning to define yourself<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Taking risks allows you to define yourself. You learn your likes, dislikes, interests, beliefs, and opinions. By being vulnerable with someone, you not only get to know them on a deeper level, you come to better know yourself. It's empowering to be able to answer questions about what makes you who you are and why you've made the decisions you have in this life. <br />
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One of my favorite songs by the duo Elenowen is called 'Losing the Lonely'. There's a verse that says: "Long shot, we went against the odds in a game you'll never win, if you never go all in..."<br />
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I think the ability to "go all in" develops as you mature and can mean different things at different times in your life. Sometimes it means having the courage to try out for a sports team or sing a solo in front of a crowd. Other times it means changing your entire career or choosing to walk away from a dysfunctional relationship.<br />
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Going all in requires you to be brave. Being brave means discovering what you need to do and doing it despite your fears. The path we forge ultimately influences our character and the lives of those we touch. <br />
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Life is both uncomfortable and exhilarating. That's why we're here. To learn and grow. To develop meaningful relationships. To remember who we really are and to whom we belong. <br />
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Today I had one of those rare, satisfying moments where I felt on top of the world. Like I could conquer my demons and accomplish my goals. That maybe I could have it all.<br />
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It's week two in my new job so I'm still in major adjustment mode. There's a lot to learn and grasp, but so far so good. This new role affords me a kind of freedom I didn't have in my last position, and I confess it's going to take some getting used to. I have a voice and the power to direct a creative vision which is extremely refreshing. My boss told me she doesn't want me chained to my desk (hooray!) so today I went out to meet one of the managing librarians and discuss social media and communication strategies with her. It was so awesome. We had a great discussion and I had a burst of creative energy as a result. <br />
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In addition to finding my bearings and pushing myself in my new job, I'm also trying to be braver and more vulnerable in my personal life. For whatever reason, it's hard for me to accept that I might actually be attractive and interesting to the opposite sex. It's scary to put yourself out there and start to let someone see the real you. But I've learned the hard way that you don't know if you don't try. So right now it may just be baby-steps, but I'm trying and that feels good. <br />
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Today was fairly ordinary. I got up, went to work, and came home. But what made today different was the strong, comforting reminder to believe in myself--that who I am is not only enough, it's extremely valuable. I'm grateful for tender mercies that remind me of my true worth. It's easy to forget, but don't stop believing in yourself. I know that good things--big and small--happen when you do. Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222577985863054525.post-49631938010395694592015-03-10T11:28:00.002-05:002015-06-02T13:31:06.540-05:00starting a new chapter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's
been a long time since I've written on my blog. Why? I'm not totally
sure. I think too often I have ideas and then don't take the time to go
through the writing process, which is odd since I consider myself a
writer. I've had plenty to say but lacked the conviction or drive to say
it. The time has come to break my silence.<br />
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I've
lived in Spokane for over seven months now. That's kind of hard to
believe. At the end of 2014, I made the decision to leave my awesome
downtown apartment and move in with my parents. Student loans are a
tough pill to swallow. Living with my parents is allowing me to pay down
my credit card debt and student loans so I can starting saving to buy a
house. My goal is to have purchased a house in Spokane by my 30th
birthday--2+ years and counting! Being financially responsible and
realistic is not a very fun part of adulthood but I keep reminding
myself that making sacrifices now will help me secure a better future
for myself. <br />
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When I accepted my job with Gonzaga
and moved to Spokane last summer, I thought I would be at Gonzaga for a
long time. I saw my current position with the Virtual Campus as the
first step towards a successful career as a Zag. However, I've decide to
cut my time at GU short.<br />
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I recently interviewed and was
offered a Communication Specialist position with the Spokane County
Library District. This Friday will be my last day at Gonzaga--at least
for the time being.<br />
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My new role with the library is
exactly what I branded myself for when I graduated from grad school. I
have several years of professional experience, but this job feels like
my first real move towards a career in non-profit communications. I'm
excited and scared to peel off the security blanket of higher ed and put
myself in a position where I can really showcase and improve my skills.
School has always been my safe place, which is why I think I've always
gravitated towards working for a university. Up to this point in my
professional life, I haven't known anything else. <br />
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Taking
this new job is a brave step for me. I have hope the risk will reap
great rewards. Slowly but surely I'm working on improving the varying
aspects of my life. I'm trying online dating and two weeks ago started
working with a physical trainer to get myself back to a normal workout
routine. Even though it hasn't been very long, I'm already starting to
feel stronger and healthier. I forgot how awesome endorphins can make
you feel. I've been attending church more regularly and with my new work
schedule I'll finally be able to start attending institute on Wednesday
nights.<br />
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Change is always a little unnerving. As I start
this new chapter I'm both thrilled and terrified. However, despite my
roller coaster of emotions, I have confidence that I'm charging forward
on the right path. Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222577985863054525.post-436849885905559282014-09-25T00:56:00.000-05:002015-04-28T20:57:06.911-05:00the beauty of greenbluff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Since moving to Spokane I've spent many weekends with my family exploring the beautiful farm country of <a href="http://www.greenbluffgrowers.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Greenbluff, WA</a>--a mere 20 minutes away. We've picked cherries, apricots, raspberries, peaches, cucumbers, tomatoes, and apples. Although spending hours in the kitchen canning isn't my favorite thing to do, I'm looking forward to enjoying the jam, applesauce, pickles, and salsa in the coming months. <br />
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I enjoy baking over canning and we've done plenty of that too. When my brother and his husband came to visit we made a delicious peach
crisp, which wouldn't have been complete without our favorite Tillamook
Old-Fashioned Vanilla Ice Cream. This past Sunday my dad and I made an apple pie using Honey Crisp apples. Hands down best apple pie I've ever had. Last month my mom and I made a homemade cherry pie using a recipe from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Hoosier-Mama-Book-Pie/dp/1572841435/ref=tmm_hrd_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1411622952&sr=8-1" target="_blank">The Hoosier Mama Book of Pie</a>. Pie crust can be intimidating but years ago my mom stumbled upon <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/344292/our-favorite-pie-crust" target="_blank">Martha Stewart's recipe</a>. You make the crust in a food processor, which really helps simplify the process. <br />
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Fall is now upon us, which means there are still many more weekends to enjoy and explore the beauty of Greenbluff. I can't wait to go get pumpkins for Halloween, see the kaleidoscope of changing leaves, and drink warm apple cider. Isn't fall the greatest? <br />
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Each one of us is living his or her own story. No two stories are the same, and yet, we play pivotal roles in how the stories of others turn out--often without even knowing it. Reality differs for each individual despite the mutual sharing of experiences.<br />
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I've found that at times we willingly, although not always consciously, allow others to write our story for us. It's difficult to reconcile your feelings and emotions when you realize that while one person has taken up five chapters of your life, you're only worth a sentence or two in their story--proving the adage "they are always two sides to every story" to be entirely true. <br />
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Agency is both beautiful and alarming. As Lord Grantham says in Downton Abbey, "We all have chapters we'd rather keep unpublished." Making mistakes and wrong choices are a part of this life. It's why we're here. To learn and grow. Failure and sin are a natural part of our existence. I wish that was something I had understood earlier in life. It hasn't been until my adult years that I've truly come to see the intrinsic value in failure. <br />
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What must we do to ensure we form a narrative we can be proud of? How do we take control of our own story? Right now, the only answer I have is to keep going, to keep trying. Even if everyday you feel like a failure, don't give up. Keep the faith. Have hope. Sometimes phrases like that seem trivial and empty to me, but I know deep down they are true.<br />
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The concept of faith and hope has always perplexed me. Which comes first? Can you really not have one without the other? At this time in my life, I feel like I have hope but I lack faith. I think you need faith to take action. Hope is not enough to facilitate change. I need to push through my personal doubts and questions if I'm to find my faith once again. It's been cast aside for too long. <br />
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We all have a story to tell. I need to re-invite Heavenly Father to be the co-author of mine. Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222577985863054525.post-48597398125186295202014-08-26T01:12:00.001-05:002014-08-26T01:12:13.245-05:00Furnishing My One Bedroom Apartment Going from a studio to a one bedroom apartment with both a living room and dining room has required a significant amount of furniture purchasing over the last few weeks. Moving cross-country and buying a new car means means I'm on a really tight budget. As nice as it would be to buy all new pieces from places like Anthropologie and West Elm, I simply can't afford it <br />
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Lucky for me, Spokane has a ton of awesome thrift stores; plus, it's summer so there are yard sales and estate sales every weekend. Instead of being frustrated with my meager budget, it's been fun to search for bargains and see what quality used pieces I can find and refurbish.<br />
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Here are some of my finds. So far I've repainted the dresser I found and bought paint, fabric, and the needed supplies to re-do my dining room set. It's going to be a lot of work but I'm excited to see how it turns out. After pictures coming soon!<br />
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It's been six days since I left Chicago for Spokane. Last Friday, Harper and I barely made it to the airport on time thanks to my procrastination. I was a hot mess. Thank goodness my buddy Tasha drove us to the airport and helped me finish cleaning my apartment. Heavenly Father was definitely looking out for me because my flight got delayed one hour; otherwise, I would have arrived at the gate 10 minutes before take off. Whoops. <br />
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I started my new job at Gonzaga University on Monday. I admit that after my first day I was a bit underwhelmed. My new job is much more structured and regulated than my previous position. Gone are the days of having my own office and prioritizing my own tasks. Right now I don't even have my own desk.<br />
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The people I work with are nice and I think once I get more versed in all of the online systems I have to learn I'll feel better about things. I'm an impatient person and hate the learning curve. Every day this week has gotten a little better so I think that's a good sign. I keep reminding myself that this job is a stepping stone in my higher education career. <br />
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Everything in my life is different. I bought a brand new car on Saturday. I got a Costco membership yesterday. Now I go to places like The Home Depot with my parents (picture included for your enjoyment). I knew Spokane was no Chicago, but I didn't comprehend what a big lifestyle change this would be. <br />
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I'm happy to report that Spokane has a TON of thrift stores. Tonight I found some amazing stuff for my new apartment. Pics to come! My U-Haul box arrives this weekend. Hooray! My new apartment is absolutely amazing. I can hardly wait to decorate it. Warning: this blog may become a home decor blog over the next few months. <br />
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Change is hard. There's not getting around that, even when we make a positive and conscious choice. Right now, I'm taking it one day at a time. So far, so good. Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222577985863054525.post-77523496233737065082014-06-12T15:18:00.000-05:002014-06-12T16:14:51.106-05:00I'm going back home to the west coast...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Last night I picked up my cap and gown. On Sunday I will graduate from DePaul University with a master's degree in journalism. All that stands between me and the finish line is one final paper that I'll finish and turn in tonight. I can hardly believe grad school is almost over. I actually made it!<br />
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In less than a month I will also bid farewell to the Windy City, which I've come to love over the past three years. Like in the song by Coconut Records', "Cause I miss you, I'm going back home to the West Coast..." Earlier this week I was offered a job at Gonzaga University in Spokane, WA. My dad recently started a new job with U.S. bank and soon my mom and sister will join my dad in Spokane. Now, I won't be far behind!<br />
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After almost 10 years of living at least a thousand miles away from my immediate family, we'll be reunited and see each other on a regular basis. I can't help but smile at the prospect of coming over for Sunday dinner, taking Brinkley and Skittles for walks in the park, and going to Gonzaga basketball games with my dad. My mom and I can do crafts together, I can visit my brother and his husband in Seattle, and my little sister and I can cruise the town in my new car (purchase forthcoming).<br />
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I feel incredibly blessed to have the opportunity to live closer to my family and move on to an awesome job with a fantastic university. I've always been impressed by Gonzaga--in fact, I almost went there for grad school--however, I knew at the time DePaul and Chicago were where I needed to be. <br />
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Chicago has been good to me. I've made some truly wonderful friends, had amazing experiences, and done some pretty awesome things. I'll always look back on my time here with fondness. It was hard to move to a city I'd never been to with absolutely no one to call a friend or even acquaintance, but although the journey hasn't been without its fair share of bumps and roadblocks, I'm proud of the life I've built for myself. <br />
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I will sincerely miss living in Chicago and the people I've met here who have changed my life. Leaving people you love is always the hardest part about change. But I feel like my future is bright and that Spokane is the perfect place to start the next chapter of my life.<br />
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This move, unlike many of my previous moves over the years, isn't fueled by the need to get away from a painful or bad situation. I'm not running away from anything or anyone. I'm choosing to move forward and pursue new opportunities so that I can continue to create the kind of life I seek.<br />
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With Heavenly Father's help, I making things happen and that feels really, really good. <br />
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Real life isn't glamorous or stylized like these lovely ladies. At least that's not my life. For example, I found a recipe for <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/118993615128591079/" target="_blank">Tomatillo Ranch Chicken on Pinterest</a> months ago that I actually thought I could attempt making. It's taken me a month to get all eight ingredients. Pathetic or amusing? I think it's both.<br />
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So tonight, after two previous grocery store trips and a Peapod delivery, I decided to finally make said chicken. And yes, I had to go to the grocery store for a third time because I'd forgotten to buy cilantro. Awesome. I'm just glad I escaped the rain storm or I might have just sat right down in the middle of the sidewalk and cried. Oh, and did I mention I made my chicken while wearing an old grubby sports bra and shorts because it's so dang hot? Talk about sexy. <br />
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I live in the city and don't have a car, which means I only buy as many groceries as I can carry. Inevitably, I always forget at least two or three items on my list, even when I write things down. I'm single and live alone so I don't cook a new dish every night. And if I'm being honest, most of the time "cooking" involves warming up a frozen Trader Joe's entree (lately I've been loving the shepherd's pie, although you can never go wrong with the full fat mac & cheese) or making eggs with broccoli or a grilled cheese sandwich. On a good week, I'll make two different dishes and then alternate them for lunch and dinner. By the end of the week I vow to never make said dishes again for at least a month.<br />
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I don't know how food bloggers do it, let alone moms. My mom is a whiz in the kitchen and can make deliciousness out of nothing. I'm not quite that skilled. Perhaps my lack of regular, full-on cooking is to blame. But every time I try to expand my horizons I am faced with the scenario I opened with. Damn those ingredients.<br />
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So this is my life. It's never going to look like those glamorous girls eating donuts and cola. And that's ok. Real life is making half as many trips to the grocery store as there are ingredients in your recipe. This chicken better be worth it!Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222577985863054525.post-13212650607858556312014-05-07T18:02:00.001-05:002014-05-08T09:12:11.886-05:00Wednesday Wisdom from Mr. Hastings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I would not be who I am or where I am today without the guidance and wisdom of my high school history teacher. Mr. Hastings continues to influence my education and personal development even though it's been 10 years since I sat in his classroom at Everett High School. He believed in me and recognized my potential. He understood my values and genuinely cared about my future.<br />
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In the classroom, Mr. Hastings prepared me for the rigors of college. I learned how to study, how to take tests, and how to write--all at a college level. My gen-ed courses were a breeze thanks to the study habits and learning techniques I adopted during Mr. Hastings' U.S. Government and Honors State History classes.<br />
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Although I excelled academically my freshman year of college, it was a difficult year for me personally. Health problems led me to withdraw shortly into my sophomore year. At 19, I found myself at the first major cross-roads of my newly earned adulthood status. I needed to change schools and my major. While I contemplated how to move forward, I remembered something Mr. Hastings told me my senior year. He said that whatever I chose to do with my life and for a profession, that I should never stop writing. I had a gift and I owed it to myself to cherish and develop that gift. With those words in mind, I turned to Mr. Hastings for advice and direction.<br />
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I was no longer his student, but Mr. Hastings took the time to meet with me in person to research potential colleges and program options. Together we charted a new course for my life. Because of his help, I chose to attend Utah State University and major in English with an emphasis in professional and technical writing. Attending USU was one of the happiest times in my life. I know I may never have gotten the opportunity to rediscover happiness and passion if it hadn't been for Mr. Hastings' guidance.<br />
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During the summer and holiday breaks that came while I pursued my bachelor's degree, Mr. Hastings and I would always get together for lunch to catch-up. Now faraway from my hometown, it's been a few years since I've seen him but he his wisdom still plays a role in my life. In a month, I'll graduate with my master's degree in journalism. I think that accomplishment would make him proud. Yesterday I had a personal essay published on a major website, which got a phenomenal response.When I doubt myself and my abilities, I often remember Mr. Hastings' words. <br />
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This week is National Teacher Appreciation Week. I know my life is only one of many Mr. Hastings has touched and influenced. He's the kind of teacher you don't forget. I am grateful for teacher's like him who take the time to get to know their students on an individual level and are invested in their success beyond the classroom. <br />
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Because of my teachers, my life has been forever changed. What teachers have inspired and influenced your life? Follow <a href="http://www.webucator.com/" target="_blank">Webucator</a> on <a href="https://twitter.com/webucator" target="_blank">Twitter</a> for more great stories!<br />
<br />Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222577985863054525.post-87987428077032160722014-05-06T06:30:00.000-05:002014-05-06T09:50:57.713-05:00Dear Shonda Rhimes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYAM-3ZHmwuSnWcheL8-OAnG2c8FWhVlW63AWjx21irG7H0j00dn_M6zqZyQub641C7uQVZmHWetFmAhKNuVz62d07gMz-yjwCus96YcFJT6vEi8BtKdQ_CcPMyqoCB9Hy2SzmbEO8TE/s1600/ustv-greys-anatomy-s9ep8-idle-hands-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYAM-3ZHmwuSnWcheL8-OAnG2c8FWhVlW63AWjx21irG7H0j00dn_M6zqZyQub641C7uQVZmHWetFmAhKNuVz62d07gMz-yjwCus96YcFJT6vEi8BtKdQ_CcPMyqoCB9Hy2SzmbEO8TE/s1600/ustv-greys-anatomy-s9ep8-idle-hands-2.jpg" height="412" width="640" /></a>
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Dear Shonda Rhimes,<br />
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Thank you for constructing a graceful exit, true to both Dr. Cristina Yang's character and journey. I wondered how #BurkeIsBack would play into Cristina's story. I gasped during the most recent episode, We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together, when Burke emerged from the shadows much like the beast in "Beauty & The Beast". Not all stories get to come back around, but I'm glad theirs did. <br />
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At the end of the day Cristina is the job. She lives to be a surgeon. Nothing else, not even love, takes greater precedent in her life. We've watched her struggle to make that choice over and over again for the past 10 seasons. Thus, it seems natural and right that given the opportunity to run a state-of-the-art heart institute, she would take it.<br />
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As you know, television shows are fickle. Unlike the writing of a novel, real people and their choices impact the telling of the story. Death seems to be the default choice when an actor decides to leave a show (even you, mastermind that you are, have chosen this fate for many a character on "Grey's Anatomy"). I understand that not everyone gets to be Matthew Weiner and kill a character off simply because that's how he intended the story to be told. And then there's poor Julianne Fellows, forced to kill off the beloved Matthew and ruin his masterpiece. Ah the injustice. <br />
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I don't want Cristina to leave Grey's but since we have no choice in the matter, you could not have imagined a more perfect ending to her story. Well done, you TV-writing legend. You got it right. <br />
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Your Devoted Fan,<br />
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Clarissa <br />
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I'm so excited and honored to have my writing published on <a href="http://theeverygirl.com/accepting-the-single-status-when-everyone-else-is-a-couple" target="_blank">The Everygirl</a> today!<br />
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A few months ago after writing <a href="http://westhawthorneplace.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-odds-of-being-alone.html" target="_blank">this post</a>, Alaina contacted me about expanding the post into a feature-length piece. I was so touched that she reached out to me. My first summer in Chicago I had the chance to be among the first batch of Everygirl interns. It's always been a goal of mine to have a feature piece published on the site. <br />
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I wrote many drafts until I felt my essay accurately conveyed my feelings about being single. I couldn't have done it without the input and feedback of two dear friends, Sarah and Tasha. Thanks ladies for helping me figure out what I wanted to say and how to say it!<br />
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I hope this essay resonates with readers and helps someone in some small way. <br />
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"I don’t want to be alone but right now that’s my reality. Even though
I’m uncertain about my future, I’ve learned to put my trust in hope
rather than fear. My life is not the way I pictured it. I’ve had
heartaches, successes, and adventures I would have never imagined. And
even though I’m afraid of ending up alone, I know the fear won’t last
forever. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel—I’m sure—it’s just
further away and a different hue than I always expected." - Clarissa Fidler</blockquote>
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Last night in the middle of my WERQ dance fitness class cool down, I started contemplating the idea of "settling". What does it mean to settle? How does the act of settling impact one's life? These were questions that flooded my mind as I struggled to maintain my balance while stretching my quads.<br />
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The word settle has a negative connotation. For me, settling means continually choosing to put time, effort, and emotion into something or someone who doesn't fit my needs or goals. Sometimes what we want or think is best for us is actually the exact opposite. <br />
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There are a few "almosts" in my life--relationships and opportunities that despite my best efforts didn't come to fruition--that I have mourned. Not having the chance to pursue or experience something you really want is painful and frustrating.<br />
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Failure hurts too, but not in the same way. At least you had the opportunity to try. Stolen chances leave a different kind of void. "What if" can be a haunting companion.<br />
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As I focused on my breathing and stretched my aching muscles, I experienced a moment of clarity. I realized that if I'd succeeded in obtaining what I had previously deemed as lost opportunities, I would have been settling for a life different than the one my Heavenly Father intends for me.<br />
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Even though I may not understand why things I wanted didn't work it, I believe everything happens for a reason. Like <a href="http://joythebaker.com/" target="_blank">Joy Wilson</a>, I'm not the kind of girl who settles. I intend to keep not settling. Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222577985863054525.post-91620234018414848972014-04-15T11:21:00.001-05:002014-04-15T11:21:46.222-05:0010 Home Decor Updates Under $20<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I decided to go to grad school for a lot of reasons. To have an adventure. To get away from a boy. To find my passion. To work towards an attainable goal.<br />
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In a few months I will have accomplished this great thing--getting my master's degree. I don't feel like I deserve it. I'm hoping that feeling will change once I receive my diploma.<br />
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Three years ago I applied to grad school because I thought that if I was really going to pursue writing as a profession, I couldn't get there on my own. I needed more training
and more professional contacts. I also needed to feel like I was working towards something instead of being consumed by feelings of uncertainty and fear about the future.<br />
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The year between graduating from college and starting grad school is not
one I'd care to repeat. My best friend was miles away serving a church mission, a romantic relationship I'd hoped would blossom combusted instead, and I had no idea what I was going to do for a job after my internship. I was alone and completely lost.<br />
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In an attempt to figure out my life and what to do next, I found a therapist and spent every Monday for nine months in his office. Slowly and painfully, I found enough courage and clarity to make an important decision about my future. <br />
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Grad school was never part of my plan but I'm not surprised I ended up there. I've spent the majority of my life performing well in school. School has always been a safe place and an environment where I feel at ease.<br />
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The funny thing is grad school has never felt safe or comfortable. They're have only been a few moments where I've felt really good about the work I produced or loved what I was doing. Every story has required an enormous amount of effort just to finish, let alone finish well. Despite my lack of confidence in my performance, I've had several professors praise my work and encourage me to pursue writing as a full-time career. <br />
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I don't regret the decision to go to grad school or move to Chicago, but like most things in life, I'm not where I'd thought I'd be by now. I still have a lot of the same questions about my future that I did three years ago. Plus, I'm in a lot more debt than when I started. I thought I'd find this great passion in grad school but that hasn't
been the case. My career path isn't linear and I'm learning to accept
that. <br />
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I need to figure out what's next, but this time I don't feel the same despair or pressure that I did three years ago. I'm more comfortable not having all the answers. I also feel more prepared and in a better place to tackle some of the personal issues I wasn't ready to face. Even though I still have a lot of questions about who I am and where I'm going, I'm proud of myself for choosing to do something with my life rather than sitting back and waiting for something to happen. <br />
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Even though the future is still scary, it's also exciting. What job will I have next? Will I finally start to date? How long will I live in Chicago? Where will I be a year from now? <br />
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What will life look after grad school? I don't know and that's finally ok. Clarissa Earlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09125345260196721120noreply@blogger.com2