Eat, Pray, WTF…

Hi there!

I’m going, to be frank, this past year has been a total shitshow; for better (totally!), and for worse.

I’ve experienced a ton of growth, but not without having to go through some very extreme losses. I suppose this is what the good Lord meant by pruning. Without getting into the specifics, this year has taught me a lot about myself. I’ve learned about my good habits, my bad habits, and the habits that well, we’re gladly abandoning.

The really cool thing about going through messed up situations is that it teaches you about perspective. Funnily enough, even though I’ve learned some painful lessons, lost some relationships that I thought were on solid ground, etc. I can’t help but thank God for the experience.

Ok, I swear I’m not crazy or a masochist, but this year has taught me sooooo much, I would be a fool to consider it anything else but a blessing. Which leads me to explain why I’m finally back on my little blog.

Same weirdo, new direction

In light of my new outlook, I’ve decided to abandon my sense of normalcy and hit the road. I’ve gone AWOL. I figure since my parents are out of the country, there’s no one to protest my departure from the norm. That said, Abbey and I are going to take some time to travel around the US. Currently, we are in Big Bear Lake recovering from matrimonial hell (more on that later). My goal for my travels is to learn new things, try stuff that normally makes me uncomfortable, and finish these dang novels that have been percolating in my brains for SO LONG!!! This isn’t one of those I’m going to “find” myself trips. I know who I am, I just really want to explore before I get too old and hate myself for not doing anything scary. Also, hence the name change of this blog. ūüėČ

 

Anyway, that’s what’s up with me. Stay tuned for more shenanigans. In the meantime, here are some photos of my trip so far. Cheers!

 

 

 

The Has-Been

When I was a kid and through my earlier years in college, sports were a big part of my life. I started playing basketball in elementary school and developed a love for the game. There’s something about the competitiveness of the game that I’ve always loved. Being on the court– making quick, analytical decisions on whether to pass, shoot the jumper or take it to the hole– there’s nothing like it.  Continue reading “The Has-Been”

Catfish Confessions

Some people think the grass is greener on the other side. Others so much so they rather pretend to be on said greener grass. This morning, I woke up particularly late at 7:30 am (I usually get up at 5:30). Groggily I turn on my coffeemaker and begin looking at my email. After sifting through revision requests and junk mail, I turn to my twitter to shamelessly tweet about my need for coffee. It was then that I found about my doppelgänger. Someone please put me on MTV, haha!

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I never thought I’d be involved in a Catfish scenario, but here we are. As I was adding my photo of my coffee (which in hindsight sounds so narcissistic), my twitter handle @Tarynwrites89 popped up. As I started deleting the handle, another twitter handle by the name of @Tarynwrites89x appeared. To my shock and surprise, it had my photo with the name Mindy Kaling on it. Out of creepy curiosity, I tapped on it and what happened next was humorously eerie.

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(The fake twitter account)

Someone took my photo, quote and linked to my blog on their twitter account! How freaking weird is that? While I’ve heard of people pretending to be other people, I never thought anyone would want to be me, haha! In a weird way, I’m kind of flattered. It’s not everyday you find an alternate version of yourself living in New York. I did reach out to this individual to ask them to kindly take down my photo and blog. Hopefully they are nice enough to do so. But I am curious, does anyone else have a catfish story? I’d love to hear about it. Maybe we all can be on the show! ūüėČ

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Why hello!

I realize that I’ve been posting a little sporadically as of late, but I promise I have my reasons and they shall be revealed soon enough. In Laymen’s terms, I’ve been a little bit of a Debbie Downer and have not been writing. Anywho, after chatting with a fellow blogger, I discovered that my actual name is not known by many. I’m not worried about anonymity or anything, it just never occurred to me. You get three guesses or I’m taking your first born. Ok, not really, kids aren’t really on the agenda right now haha.

Interestingly enough my twitter handle is TJ. I’ve never been nor am I currently being called TJ but because I was trying to be cool and go by my initials. Let’s just say… it hasn’t worked out. Lol. So without further ado my name is:¬†Taryn.¬†Welp now that you know my name I must stamp through some boards and disappear into oblivion.

Until next time!

-Taryn

What Makes Me Tick?

Being someone who has been in a perpetual state of standstill, I envy/am in awe of those around me who have purpose. To be specific, the friends who have goals/dreams or things they have the conviction of carrying out. I’m on day #2 of being a bum and it honestly feels like I’ve awakened and have been thrust back in the this world called “life” and I’m years behind because I was off elsewhere. For the better part of 2 years I’ve been doing what I “thought I was supposed to do” rather than finding out what makes me fulfilled. It’s weird to say that I’m not quite sure what it is that I’m passionate about per se. I’m pretty good at a lot of things and have a decent knowledge of a broad amount of topics. It’s like that saying “jack of all trades, master of none”. I’m excited to start my journey of self discovery and see where it takes me. Granted I’m not going to go to the desert and smoke peyote or something, but hey who knows? ūüėČ

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R.I.P. Chipped Tooth

When I was about 4 or 5, my older sister and I were playing in the backyard on our swingset. Back then my sister loved coaxing me into doing stupid crap, like I’m sure most older siblings do. So this particular afternoon she told me if I jumped off the swing, I would be in the army. Now, I have no clue why I wanted to be in the army, but this was an offer I could not pass up. I kept swinging, getting higher and higher until finally I was ready for lift off. Til this day I don’t really know how to explain the following events accurately. In some crazy way I managed to fly backwards under the swing and hit my mouth. I have no idea how, it had seemed as though I defied gravity or something. ¬†It hurt at lot, but hey, I made it into the army.¬†Anyway, I digress. That was the day I chipped my front tooth.

Fast forward 18ish years, I had recently started going to the dentist a few months ago. They pretty much told me that my mouth was a hot mess and I needed a lot of work done. I should preface this by saying I’m not the hugest fan of the dentist. Not because of the pain or procedures being done. That’s the easy part. It was the constant judgement by the dentist and dental assistants that scared me shitless. But I knew I should probably take care of my dental drama and I had insurance! So, why not?

During the course of a few months and several grand later (ouch, the most painful part) I went to my final appointment yesterday. I was still a bit confused by the last procedure because I could have sworn I did not have a cavity in my front tooth. I mean, my oral hygiene isn’t that bad. Then I remembered my lovely chipped tooth. Honestly, it was so¬†minuscule that I had to point it out every time I told my “army story”.¬†Plus it had become a part of me (both literally and figuratively). So I asked the dental assistant for a bit more information on what they were going to do. She said quite¬†condescendingly that I had a cavity in the corner that needed to be fixed (And people wonder why I’m not a fan of the dentist). And I was told my chip would remain.

So, I was sent back into the office and they got me prepped and ready for the filling. I had also asked would it be noticeable. Despite the fact that they are a hot mess, I have a great looking set and I didn’t want to ruin the merchandise. I was again¬†reassured that I was in great hands. The dentist came in, very friendly told me that this wouldn’t take long and I would be good as new. I actually liked him because he had been very nice and nonjudgemental throughout the whole process. So I relaxed and they started.

After about 30 minutes of having multiple hands in my mouth, I was done. The dentist told me to bite down on some blue paper to see if my teeth line up. And then added that I needed to be careful with chewing my front teeth otherwise I could chip my tooth again. “What?” was what I stuttered after he told me this piece of information. Then he added, yeah we fixed that little chip in your tooth. He then gave me a mirror to check out the procedure. And then walked out of the room like he had cure an innoperable disease. I sat there looking at my teeth for a few moments.

It was gone. My quirky little chip that had been there since I was a child had been covered up without my consent. I was so dismayed, I had grown to like it. I remember being in my teens thinking I should get it filled but it was really not even noticeable so I just let it remain. ¬†I was really upset that I had asked for them not to touch it. But what really pissed me off was that they had tried to pass it off like it was a cavity and it was only a cosmetic procedure. I felt like I lost a bit of my childhood history that day. So now I sit here with pearly white teeth mourning the loss of my chipped tooth. But on the bright side, I think this gets me out of being in the “army”. ūüėČ

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