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I am another one of those work commuters. I drive over 30 min everyday to get to my enjoyable yet stressful design job in the jungle of South Jordan. I HATE driving in traffic though so it has been, excuse my french, HECK, everyday.

So I decided, “Hey, maybe I should try the front runner…. It picks up pretty close to my house and drops me off kind of close to my work…”

So I started my adventure yesterday. Unknowing that trains only pick up every 30 min I missed the train I needed and had to wait the excruciating time for my public transportation experience to start. STRIKE ONE

Train arrived and off to work I go. It was actually quite nice until I arrived at my destination. “Oh Crap, now I have to walk what felt like 5 miles to my hidden office building in the corporate jungle…” Luckily someone from work graciously swung by my work and picked up this pathetic body of mine. Felt like I was back in high school again which gave immediate mixed feelings.  STRIKE TWO

Today I decided, maybe I will try it again. Rushed the morning away to get ready – wore flats yet again because there is no way I am walking countless miles in heels. I hate flats by the way, I’m only 5’8″ and I feel like a shrimp if I am not wearing my 6 inchers. Anyway, boarded my train on time and off I went. Into the sunset… wait sunrise, ok ok mid morning (I’m not much of a morning person). As my exit came near I packed my stuff up, proud to be a public transportationeer this fine morning. WRONG!!! From the time it took to walk down 3 stairs to the exit doors the DOORS LOCKED!!!! Trapping me inside!

“What is going on?! This is my exit, Le me out!” Yep, yelling didn’t work. Either did pushing the button a million times. Or those tears I had streaming down my face! Don’t ask me why I cry over everything. It just happens… With all my hard work, I was still stuck and off to the next station we go which could be heaven knows how far! In other words I was a jumble of pissed, upset, annoyed, MAD, hating life, temper tantrum, and most importantly vowing to NEVER ride the train again. STRIKE THREE

AFter waiting at the next stop for what seemed like a life time I finally got back on the train and there was nothing that was pulling me away from that exit door. The anger never passed as I walked those long miles to my stupid office that quite evidently I would rather throw myself into the barbwire fence that strangely separated humans from the street from the road… GHETTO!

This all brings me to now. Complainging that my life sucks when in reality I don’t have it too bad. I may have 3 strikes of utter hatred towards an inanimate object, but I am grateful I have a job in the end. I will just keep trying to get there on time.

THE END.

blossoms blossoms3-1 blossoms2Images by Anna Gleave Photography

This was such an amazing shoot for a wedding blog. We had a photographer and a videographer capturing every moment of our affection. Totally takes me back to our wedding day and the magic of that time only 10 short months ago. I am so blessed to have this man in my life. Its been over 10 years that I’ve been crushing on him, I guess I deserve it (smile).

 

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Love love loved this shoot the other night. I am so blessed to have such amazing photographers in my life! They can capture the beauty in ways I can’t even try to attempt. They are so blessed to have such a exquisite talent.

 

Wow, yesterday was rough. I always didn’t make it out alive. I felt like I was at the bottom of the pool stuck with a rope around my foot trying to get to the surface. Too graphic? ok, in other words, I was struggling. I found myself in a downward spiral of comparison. Comparing my life to everyone elses. Looking at my weakness’ and comparing them to others strengths. I always know when I am really upset I leave work and eat lunch by myself. Unlike me why? I never leave work for lunch, it is a waste of money when there is food here. I also hate being by myself when I could be with others. I am a social being.  A little too much at times.

Anyway, I reached out to a good friend of mine that I know always has my back. I expressed why I was so upset. Why I felt so inadequate. Why I felt like I didn’t measure up to what any of my friends and family were accomplishing. Why I wasn’t on a plane right now flying to heaven knows where and feeling the sand in my toes. Why I wasn’t someone else….

“Chelsea, you don’t have to travel or win things to be successful…Success is happiness, not traveling, but being around people you love…”

“Live in the moment..”

And many more things she said that opened my mind and heart to the thought of, “Hey, maybe I do have a pretty good life.”

I have to find success in what I have. If I don’t feel like I am doing enough. Find something more to do! I de de de deffinately don’t have ANY extra time on my hands. BUT, I do have goals and this very moment to decide to be happy.

I hope any of you, if your’e feeling the same way as I did, to turn to a friend that you know is positive and can be that star in the night to pull you out of your slump and remind you of your blessings.

 

Hi, I am back. I wrote a couple blog posts on artandbench.wordpress.com and then ultimately forgot about blogging all together. And since I have forgotten the username and passwords to that blog I am back here! haha! So I just want to clarify that my name is not Chelsea Vose anymore. It is Chelsea Hoer. I married the man of my dreams August 14 2012 and here I am almost 10 months later! Crazy how time flies.

Since my marriage, a lot has happened. Got a great job. Was layed off. Started my business. Was unemployed for sometime. Got another great job. Bought 3 chickens. Started a garden. Been a landlord of property. And been bussier than I could ever imagine with 2 jobs and a husband.

But why do I feel so unsuccessful? I feel like I haven’t done anything with my life. That I have been stagnant and unproductive. I sit here at my chair at work and long so badly to just hop on a plane and leave this stupid city I live in. I have become so consumed with other peoples successes, travels, and lives that I could care less about my own. I have lived in the same state for 10 years and the same city for over 3! I am screaming for an adventure! Not a temporary one, but a permanent one! I NEED to get out!

Of course it doesn’t help when all my friends take off for the summer to DC for internships, family living in Hawaii, and others moving to the east coast for school. I feel completely and utterly … JEALOUS. Yes you heard me! The Green Eyed Monster has come out and I have no way to control it. I have read “8 Ways To Overcome Jealousy and Envy” by  but it didn’t cure it. It did give me an idea though….

I need to do something with my life that is worthwhile! I need to accomplish something of my own to stop thinking about others. I need to be proud of myself for something.

So here I am looking for an adventure. Something that I could do at the same time with 2 full time jobs and a husband and house to take care of. What do I do with my life? Any ideas?