Sometimes I just need a burger and a beer Word Vomit

So I’ve been trying to eat healthier lately. I realize that sentence is probably not the expected lead off based on the title of this blog. But I actually did good for a little while! There was some kale, and some sprouts of sorts, SPINACH salads, tabbouleh, real fruit things and a limited amount of sugary “fruit flavored” things. And then, a couple days later, I decided I deserved a burger. A big one. With fries and a big fat beer.

That made me very happy.

Some people are very good at the “eating healthy all the time” thing that I find utterly exhausting. I have a friend who eats dates and sliced cucumbers for her snack. I have quite a different idea of what a snack should entail, and none of them include gigantic wannabe raisins or vegetables made up mostly of water.

In fact, I struggle with the concept of making the right choices A LOT.

Because it’s really hard. And the right decision is rarely the most appealing or easiest decision. But can you imagine if struggling was not a part of our lives at all? If the right choices in our lives were the easy ones? “Okay, Adam Levine, just calm down! I suppose I could marry you and travel around on your private yacht through the Mediterranean… just chill out okay?”

We would all be selfish, spoiled brats. And it would be a very sick, sad world (Daria reference… anyone?).

Moral compasses, as boring and restricting as they may seem on the surface, are good. And I have been trying (really really hard lately) to use mine to point me in the right direction. I have no idea where that direction will lead me, but I’m trusting that God does and attempting to let go of the needing to know everything part (I said attempting). Sometimes I am a rockstar at it, and sometimes I hit every sand trap on the course. But looking back, I have no doubt that my character and personality was absolutely shaped and deeply affected during times of struggle. And I kinda like me.

There’s a lot of really tough life decisions out there. Sometimes I make the right ones, and sometimes I make the wrong ones. Sometimes they’re really really tough, and sometimes they’re just quasi tough. Sometimes I need to suck in my pride, and ask others for help. And sometimes I just need a burger and a beer.

Tough Times Word Vomit- "My Messy Beautiful"

I was recently told about the "Messy, Beautiful" Warriors Project, and am in complete awe of the vulnerability, intelligence, and beautifully written stories I've read. I figured I would make an attempt at contributing to this inspiring project through an incredibly brilliant woman who deserves the exposure. This is for you, Glennon! http://momastery.com/carry-on-warrior/

My very wise and bloggingly credible sister has encouraged me to start writing. It's therapeutic, cathartic, and has the slight chance of making me a millionaire who travels around the world with my boyfriend, Adam Levine, while he sings and I give inspiring speeches and then we have dinner with Kristen Bell (I LOVE her... I might as well mention her now as she will come up often) and Dax Shepard on a sailboat in the Caribbean. So why not? I'm also trying to get more into this sharing things thing that people do. I'm real bad at it, and I'm hoping this will help. And while I cannot promise the sincerity, wit or overall awesomeness of my sister's blog, I hope to bring a smile or a chuckle your way. So with no further ado, I bring to you: Aulani's word vomit.

Tough Times Word Vomit- Messy, Beautiful

I wasn't sure if this topic was a great jumping off point for a new blog, but I figured an intro spilling the beans about my Veronica Mars obsession probably leaves the door wide open for those who actually decide to continue reading. So... thank you. For continuing to read.

Truth is, I've been having a hard time lately. A lot harder than I remember having before anyway. Because life is freaking tough. And sometimes it sucks. And sometimes the people in it suck. But I think the biggest reason I've been having a tough time is the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing. Seriously. No clue. Nada. A`ohe (This means "none" in Hawaiian- Sidenote: I am Hawaiian. You'll hear more on this later). I've changed careers a handful (and footful) amount of times, I am not in any relationship which leads to the MRS degree, and I really never had a super big passionate goal (besides becoming as smart and snarky as Veronica Mars, or sitting on Adam Levine's lap during his private performance to me). But recently, thanks to the lovely waitress at Dave and Busters ("Wow! You're 30?! Like... 30 years old?! You definitely don't look that old!"), I was reminded I am 30. Which, despite her best efforts, doesn't actually make me feel very old. In fact, I feel somewhat young hearing the number "30." And considering I've traveled to over 20 countries, have a bachelors degree and masters degree, skydived, bungee jumped, rope swinged, loved wholeheartedly, taken big risks, made stupid mistakes, learned from said stupid mistakes, grown up, etc. etc., Well, that's not bad for 30, right?

The sad thing is, I don't give myself credit when the tough times hit. Something doesn't go according to plan, and suddenly nothing has been according to plan. But that's not true. That's actually silly. It definitely doesn't change the fact that I'm clueless, but it does change the idea that I can't do anything worthwhile during my times of cluelessness. I've been clueless my whole life, and look at how many things I've gotten to do!

I'm trying to get my footing, and trying to figure out what it is that I'm supposed to do out here in this big, big world. I may never have a solid idea of what it is that I'm supposed to do on this earth, but God sure does show me some good times while I'm on it. Tough times hit. And sometimes they hit over and over again. But the tough times I'm facing can't take away the good times I've had... or the ones that lay ahead...

Now here's my pitch to check out Glennon's new book: My very wise and bloggingly credible sister has encouraged me to start writing. It's therapeutic, cathartic, and has the slight chance of making me a millionaire who travels around the world with my boyfriend, Adam Levine, while he sings and I give inspiring speeches and then we have dinner with Kristen Bell (I LOVE her... I might as well mention her now as she will come up often) and Dax Shepard on a sailboat in the Caribbean. So why not? I'm also trying to get more into this sharing things thing that people do. I'm real bad at it, and I'm hoping this will help. And while I cannot promise the sincerity, wit or overall awesomeness of my sister's blog, I hope to bring a smile or a chuckle your way. So with no further ado, I bring to you: Aulani's word vomit.

Tough Times Word Vomit

I wasn't sure if this topic was a great jumping off point for a new blog, but I figured an intro spilling the beans about my Veronica Mars obsession probably leaves the door wide open for those who actually decide to continue reading. So... thank you. For continuing to read.

Truth is, I've been having a hard time lately. A lot harder than I remember having before anyway. Because life is freaking tough. And sometimes it sucks. And sometimes the people in it suck. But I think the biggest reason I've been having a tough time is the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing. Seriously. No clue. Nada. A`ohe (This means "none" in Hawaiian- Sidenote: I am Hawaiian. You'll hear more on this later). I've changed careers a handful (and footful) amount of times, I am not in any relationship which leads to the MRS degree, and I really never had a super big passionate goal (besides becoming as smart and snarky as Veronica Mars, or sitting on Adam Levine's lap during his private performance to me). But recently, thanks to the lovely waitress at Dave and Busters ("Wow! You're 30?! Like... 30 years old?! You definitely don't look that old!"), I was reminded I am 30. Which, despite her best efforts, doesn't actually make me feel very old. In fact, I feel somewhat young hearing the number "30." And considering I've traveled to over 20 countries, have a bachelors degree and masters degree, skydived, bungee jumped, rope swinged, loved wholeheartedly, taken big risks, made stupid mistakes, learned from said stupid mistakes, grown up, etc. etc., Well, that's not bad for 30, right?

The sad thing is, I don't give myself credit when the tough times hit. Something doesn't go according to plan, and suddenly nothing has been according to plan. But that's not true. That's actually silly. It definitely doesn't change the fact that I'm clueless, but it does change the idea that I can't do anything worthwhile during my times of cluelessness. I've been clueless my whole life, and look at how many things I've gotten to do!

I'm trying to get my footing, and trying to figure out what it is that I'm supposed to do out here in this big, big world. I may never have a solid idea of what it is that I'm supposed to do on this earth, but God sure does show me some good times while I'm on it. Tough times hit. And sometimes they hit over and over again. But the tough times I'm facing can't take away the good times I've had... or the ones that lay ahead...

Now here's my plug.... Check out "Messy, Beautiful" Warriors and find encouragement from people who may not know you, but can relate to what you're going through:

My first ever blog: Tough Times Word Vomit

My very wise and bloggingly credible sister has encouraged me to start writing. It's therapeutic, cathartic, and has the slight chance of making me a millionaire who travels around the world with my boyfriend, Adam Levine, while he sings and I give inspiring speeches and then we have dinner with Kristen Bell (I LOVE her... I might as well mention her now as she will come up often) and Dax Shepard on a sailboat in the Caribbean. So why not? I'm also trying to get more into this sharing things thing that people do. I'm real bad at it, and I'm hoping this will help. And while I cannot promise the sincerity, wit or overall awesomeness of my sister's blog, I hope to bring a smile or a chuckle your way. So with no further ado, I bring to you: Aulani's word vomit.

Tough Times Word Vomit

I wasn't sure if this topic was a great jumping off point for a new blog, but I figured an intro spilling the beans about my Veronica Mars obsession probably leaves the door wide open for those who actually decide to continue reading. So... thank you. For continuing to read.

Truth is, I've been having a hard time lately. A lot harder than I remember having before anyway. Because life is freaking tough. And sometimes it sucks. And sometimes the people in it suck. But I think the biggest reason I've been having a tough time is the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing. Seriously. No clue. Nada. A`ohe (This means "none" in Hawaiian- Sidenote: I am Hawaiian. You'll hear more on this later). I've changed careers a handful (and footful) amount of times, I am not in any relationship which leads to the MRS degree, and I really never had a super big passionate goal (besides becoming as smart and snarky as Veronica Mars, or sitting on Adam Levine's lap during his private performance to me). But recently, thanks to the lovely waitress at Dave and Busters ("Wow! You're 30?! Like... 30 years old?! You definitely don't look that old!"), I was reminded I am 30. Which, despite her best efforts, doesn't actually make me feel very old. In fact, I feel somewhat young hearing the number "30." And considering I've traveled to over 20 countries, have a bachelors degree and masters degree, skydived, bungee jumped, rope swinged, loved wholeheartedly, taken big risks, made stupid mistakes, learned from said stupid mistakes, grown up, etc. etc., Well, that's not bad for 30, right?

The sad thing is, I don't give myself credit when the tough times hit. Something doesn't go according to plan, and suddenly nothing has been according to plan. But that's not true. That's actually silly. It definitely doesn't change the fact that I'm clueless, but it does change the idea that I can't do anything worthwhile during my times of cluelessness. I've been clueless my whole life, and look at how many things I've gotten to do!

I'm trying to get my footing, and trying to figure out what it is that I'm supposed to do out here in this big, big world. I may never have a solid idea of what it is that I'm supposed to do on this earth, but God sure does show me some good times while I'm on it. Tough times hit. And sometimes they hit over and over again. But the tough times I'm facing can't take away the good times I've had... or the ones that lay ahead...