I have a problem with saying no. When a friend asks me to hang out and I don't want to, I immediately get awkward and try to find some excuse. When someone asks me for a favor, I do it. I know there are a lot of people out there trying to say yes more, but honestly I think I say yes too much. Not that there's anything wrong with wanted to be more optimistic and open, but I definitely let people take advantage of me because I say yes too much. I realized that when something happened this week, which I don't want to get into much detail about because it involves another blogger, but basically I felt bad saying no, and I ended up doing way more than I should have for this person without charging them like I should have. holy run-on sentence. I've always been this way. I would rather suck it up and do a little extra for someone than tell them no. Saying no is awkward and uncomfortable and I don't want to be rude. Sure, doing things for others is kind. I like to think that I'm a good person, and I definitely enjoy helping others. But at what point does this become too much? When I begin to sacrifice my happiness (and in cases like the other day- my sanity) for others, is it worth it?
I don't give myself enough credit.
I've been talking a lot lately about the fact that I'm graduating in December- three semesters early. However, I've been focusing on the fact that some people are reacting negatively, when really I should be proud of myself. Why should I care what others think? I'm getting a four year degree in two and a half years, I have a job, I'm doing well in all of my classes, and I just got an internship for the summer. I'm in a really great relationship, I'm living on my own and supporting myself, and I have a successful blog. In spite of all of that, sometimes I don't give myself enough credit. I feel like I could be doing more, or I could be doing better. But really, I should be proud of myself and I learned that this week.
Going for a run with a headache + runny nose is a bad decision.
That just happened about ten minutes ago and my head hurts so bad I can barely see these words as I type. I hadn't been to the gym since I got sick a week ago, so I knew I had to go, but I only feel ten times worse now. UGH.
I don't have to feel bad for not posting.
Awhile ago, I made it a goal to post five days a week. That was two months ago, and I have posted Monday-Friday since then. Except for yesterday. It was such a stressful week for me with school and I just couldn't think of anything / didn't have the motivation to write a post on Wednesday night, and I felt guilty about it. But really, it was sort of nice yesterday not having a post to worry about promoting, and I realized that skipping a day isn't the worst thing in the world.
I have the best boyfriend in the world.
Okay, I didn't just learn that this week, but I was definitely reminded of it. You all knew Wednesday was DJ's birthday, right? Well, Wednesday morning I was laying in bed and I got a call from the woman who works in the office at my apartment complex. When I answered, she said, "Brianna, someone loves you." I was confused and on the verge of saying, "I love you too?" when she told me to come into the office. As soon as I walked in I saw these beautiful flowers with an I love you balloon attached and I almost shit my pants. My boyfriend sent me flowers on his birthday. He's crazy! And I love him and I'm so freaking lucky to have him.