Day 2: Getting Organized

I've been going non-stop all day long.  Some days you just wake up with a burst of energy and, lucky for me, today was one of those days.  Or maybe it was me stepping on the scale and realizing that somehow, despite my dieting, I had gained a pound.  Whatever the reason, I was in the mood to get my body moving.  I organized my closets and am STILL doing laundry (I started 7+ hours ago and I've barely made a dent in the pile).  I haven't been able to see the floor in my closet since Halloween, so it was definitely about time I did something.  

While organizing my laundry piles, it hit me just how many items of clothing I own.  I always am jealous of all the stylish clothes my friends wear and end up consoling myself with the thought that I spend more money on home items while they spend more on clothes.  However, as I looked at everything I had thrown into piles in my closets over the years, I was amazed at just how many great items I owned.  Granted, due to weight gain, I can't fit into everything at the moment, but I'm hoping to get my weight back down very soon.  Nevertheless, it was just nice to look at everything and realize I do have style, albeit more classic than some, and that I haven't appreciated how much I really have until now.

Day 1: Feeling Creative

Today, I completed something I've wanted to do for over a year: repaint this old mirror.  It used to be an antique gold color and while I loved its shape, I absolutely hated the color.  My style is slightly modern, mostly comfortable, with a hint of the unexpected.  Or at least that's what I think it is :)  I decided to use a "stone" color, hoping to ultimately get a wrought iron-like look.  I was quite impressed with the final outcome.  I plan on placing the mirror on the wall behind my front door.  

The past few days, I have been on a mission to hang artwork in my apartment.  One caveat: I can't spend any money on new artwork, so I'm stuck having to utilize whatever I can find around my apartment.  It is amazing how a few pieces on the wall can turn a cold apartment into a cozy home.  The more pieces I hang, the more I feel I am finally getting a better idea of my true style.  In all of my other apartments, I rarely ever hung artwork.  I would never be satisfied with cheap pieces from homegoods stores, so I would inevitably end up going without.

So, my first attempt at blogging.  I have been in desperate need of a place to organize my thoughts for some time now and figured I would finally hop on the blogging bandwagon.  For awhile now, I've tried to avoid examining the current state of my life, fearful of what the truth may bring.  Growing up, I always had a plan: do well in high school in order to get into a great college, do well in college in order to get into a great law school, do well in law school in order to get hired by a top law firm.  Check, check, check.  However, I didn't anticipate a recession that would leave me, and most of my law school friends, unemployed.  And as the days pass, I'm beginning to wonder: why did I ever become a lawyer in the first place?

Adding to the stressful questioning of my career choice, I've noticed I'm a little like "Maggie Carpenter" from Runaway Bride (minus all the fiances); I change who I am, my likes and dislikes, priorities, etc with every guy I date.  Yes, I know how I like my eggs (scrambled), but what I don't understand is how I've drifted so far from the person I always thought myself to be.  I've had a few serious relationships and while I am currently dating someone, I constantly question if he's the one and how I have managed to last 2+ years with someone I seem to barely like and can hardly stand.

So, with all that said, this blog will focus on me spending 100 days examining my life and figuring out who I really am (trite, I know).  There's the basics that anyone close to me eventually learns: I'm extremely generous, have a hard time handling stress, love to drink Bacardi diets and wear 7 jeans (hence the blog title), am (slightly) controlling, and would rather be house poor than live in a non-updated apartment.  But, beyond that, who knows?  I say I love design, yet I find my home and clothes to constantly lack style.  I claim to be an intellectual, yet I dislike reading books beyond chick lit, self-help, and murder mysteries.  You get the picture.

Okay, well, here goes nothing.  I will try to update daily and include pictures when I can.