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Confessions

You Will Always be Too Much of Something for Someone

November 17, 2014 By Caroline Peterson

Jazz hands are always necessary in Sydney, Australia

Ever had one of those epiphanies and ask yourself why you put up with the same shit for so many years?

I had it happen to me at the end of last week. Staring right at me on my computer screen. Right there. In the comments awaiting moderation on this very site.

There was a nice, little nasty-gram comment that struck me as odd b/c it wasn’t spammy; it didn’t contain any links and the email address looked legit. I ask you to provide an email address (that is never published) when making a comment for security purposes. Quack email addresses get sent to SPAM and those without email addresses can’t comment. Sometimes there are lots to wade through and I miss some, but I had just cleared comments out so I only had 2 comments to moderate. I didn’t recognize this email address though and the person made up a fake name “All your friends.”

Curious about it, I looked up the IP Address (as anyone can do). It was a mundane reaction as I wasn’t expecting to find anything. I saw where the IP address was located and after a super ah-ha moment (meaning I only know one person who works at this place), I knew who it was.

As in, I know this person. Or loser, as my husband and friends said.

Yup. My first nasty comment was from someone I know. How fun, right?

My website is getting good traction these days – I LOVE YOU GUYS – but let’s keep it real. Until I gain more readership (which will happen) the vast majority of people who are reading this know me in some capacity, either having met me or knowing me virtually. Internet trolls are usually total strangers.

So this one was a fun one. Trolls that you know.

This one made me smirk and say, “Finally. VALIDATION!”

*Epiphany engaged*

You see, I have plenty of supportive, wonderful friends in my life. This person really wasn’t one of them. I sucked up instinctive feelings and pushed aside obvious actions over the years for the sake of remaining affable.

I had something staring me right in the face late last week that said— Forget ’em.

Yes!

It’s funny, I had a conversation with a close guy friend of mine maybe over a decade ago, but the memory is very vivid. I was confiding in him that one of my friends had hurt my feelings and it was hard to push past them. He told me something that has stuck with me to this day. The gist of it basically went like this:

Look, Caroline, snap out of it, you turd.

Just kidding.

Look, Caroline, friends aren’t always going to be perfect or say the right things and they may even be mean unintentionally, but at the end of the day, it’s the guys that are waiting out in the parking lot to defend you when someone is picking a fight with you, that are your real friends.

While I think this is a very masculine way of saying, your real friends are loyal, I got what he was saying and it held true after the absurd comment was left on my blog. (Which you can find if you look through, it’s not tough.) Support came from texts and calls, a comment back and even encouragement on Facebook.

I have a great support system. With or without nasty comments left on my blog.

I realize writing about this event is bringing more unnecessary attention to it and I want you to know the reason I chose to write about it is because I know the struggle is real. In a world filled with just the highlights of the “good life” on Facebook and balancing out what real friendships mean, you have no room or obligation to keep people around who aren’t supportive. I’m not talking blowing-hot-air-up-your-ass supportive, either. True friends give it to you straight when necessary. Not under a fake name and not without a shred of credibility to hold their stance.

That’s what gets me about leaving a stupid comment under the guise of a fake name, why take the time? You don’t like me but are still coming here to read and watch what I do? (Hi. Hello. I’m sure you’re reading this.)

I’d rather be someone’s shot of whiskey than everyone’s cup of tea. Don’t like me? Move on. It took me far too many years to embrace that. Sometimes it’s still a struggle in my people-pleasing head. But, it’s true.

Make no apologies for who you are. Learn, grow from mistakes, evolve as a friend or wife or sister, fill your heart with experiences, apologize when necessary, but don’t ask for forgiveness for being your unique self.

And more importantly don’t waste my time and yours by putting up this charade masked in friendship. Time is valuable and I’m spending it on genuine relationships.

So put that in your peace pipe and smoke it.

Don't apologize for being who you are. - Caroline Made This www.carolinemadethis.com

 

Filed Under: Confessions, Musings, Soapbox

Sobertober Conclusion

November 2, 2014 By Caroline Peterson

It’s November! Sobertober is over. I made it.

The hubster has a 30-hour shift on call today (and part of tomorrow), so to celebrate my achievement, I’m finishing off a box of wine while watching Lifetime alone.

Jokes.

By the time October ended, I forgot I hadn’t had a glass of wine in a month.

More jokes!

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That’s me at 12:05 am on November 1st

I had half a glass of wine and shortly after wanted to go home and sleep. I’M A WILD AND CRAZY-FUN TIME, KIDS.

I won’t lie, it was delicious. But, I also won’t lie that this month of not having alcohol has certainly made me revaluate my habits—the good and the bad.

The good

  • My skin has improved a bit. I’m usually the pinkish-red gal in photos. Blame my Scotch-Irish heritage, but it seems regardless of the foundation I use, I’m red. Full disclosure: I have a bit of Rosacea on one of my cheeks (yes, only one…) Not drinking has has taken that down enough for me to notice. Score!
  • I’ve banked 24 miles running the last 3 weeks of October alone. Not feeling like crap in the mornings helped me get my bum out of bed.

A pretty 5 miles this morning. #halfmarathontraining

A photo posted by Caroline (@carolinemadethis) on Oct 10, 2014 at 7:01am PDT

  • In general, I feel healthier. This could be a mental thing, but hey, who ever said I wasn’t mental? (hey-o!)
  • That bill at the restaurant? Cut in half. Nooooo, we don’t order tons to drink…usually. Have you SEEN prices in South Florida? That martini I ordered is the same price as my tacos. Mmmmm…tacos.
  • That glass of wine or nice bit of whiskey after a long, stressed-filled day at work was freakin’ “too easy.” And I’m glad this month made me realize that. Initially, I distracted myself by diving into writing or just whipping up dinner. But quicker than I realized, I didn’t need that distraction. It just became a habit to not use my go-to liquid relaxation.
  • Those crazy ideas and inventions that I come up with and usually blame on alcohol? I still have them sober. Luck you guys!
  • Call me a control freak, but I enjoyed being in control of my schedule and not letting alcohol dictate it.

The bad

  • My bad ass alma mater, Michigan State, won a pretty big rivalry game and I wanted to make all Spartans proud by having horribly cheap beer to celebrate. It just felt so right. But, I didn’t.

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He was a good sport about the loss. GO GREEN!

  • The peer pressure is bad, you guys. I’m in my 30’s and you people have a knack for making it be “weird” to not drink. I survived though. Drinking water during happy hour also meant explaining I’m not pregnant without immediately wanting to flip the bird.

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You can cherish portraits of Bill Murray at the bar while sober.

  • I broke a nasty habit of drinking diet soda a few years ago. It’s back as a replacement. Not as bad as it used to be, but the very last bottle of Diet Coke is in my fridge right now. Back to carbonated water for me.
  • I didn’t lose a pound. Shocking, right? Things fit better, but I wasn’t counting on any major weight loss anyway. It’s par for the course for me.

My takeaway

I think it’s a good reality check to rebalance some thing every once and a while. After a tapas and wine filled vacation to Spain and Portugal, I listened to my body and tried something I thought may help. I’m glad I did because it definitely brought some perspective. I’m going to integrate not reaching for a glass of wine just because I want one when I’m tired and stressed. I can go out with friends and not drink and still have a good time and laugh…especially at explaining that I’m not pregnant for the umpteenth time.

Being in control is a powerful thing. I like that.

I also like tapas and wine.

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A fine balance is key.

What do you guys think? Is it something you would try for a month? How did my sober gals do this month?

Previous posts:

Sobertober

Sobertober Update

Filed Under: Confessions, Soapbox

Sobertober Update

October 19, 2014 By Caroline Peterson

I have 11 days and 3.5 hours left of Sobertober. But who’s counting?

Jokes.

Sadly, there isn’t much to report. It’s certainly been different watching football with the hubster without a beer. I also had to turn down Happy Hour with my fabulous female coworkers. They even posted pictures which made me insanely sad I wasn’t there. Truth be told, I didn’t go because we finally got time to sit down and do our finances and I didn’t want to delay that anymore.

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What? How do you guys do your finances?

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It was a RIVETING Friday night.

That said, it has made me realize how “easy” it was for me to just pour a glass of wine when I got home or after a long week. It had become a habit and while kept in moderation, it’s still not a great habit to have. I feel like I can hear one of my dear friends, Stacey, yelling at me right now. “THEY SAY A GLASS OF RED WINE IS EQUIVALENT TO WORKING OUT. Sheesh.”

I also haven’t exactly been having a stress-free month. So that bottle of port wine I brought back from Portugal is just stare-ing at me. Jerk.

The Sobertober Good

  • I can wake up at 5:30 am on a Sunday to go for a 4 mile run on Ft. Lauderdale Beach and see this:

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And this:

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And this:

Sobertober Update

  • I’ve been able to focus on getting back on track with running and meal prep because I do feel a bit cleaner not drinking. (I’ll blog about meal prep later this week.)
  • I go to the pool without a fruity margarita and survive!

The Sobertober Bad

  • I’ve taken to eating ice cream more (see above)
  • I have had Diet Coke way more than I care to admit as a replacement
  • The social aspect. Saying “no” to a beer or shot turns heads. Maybe I should surround myself with different people. I’m looking at YOU bad influencers. ;)

So that’s the dealio-yo. I’m sure I’ll write a conclusion after all of this to let you know if my skin is glowing or I’ve suddenly dropped 25 pounds or I’m swearing off the stuff for life.

After I have a glass of that port wine, that is.

Where are all my participants who told me they were joining Sobertober with me? How you doin’?

 

Find out how I did:
Sobertober Conclusion

Filed Under: Confessions, Funny, Soapbox

The Bitch List

October 16, 2014 By Caroline Peterson

My mind is full right now. I’m stressed out. Thoughts are fuzzy. Having a blog can leave you a bit vulnerable. There’s some value in opening yourself up though – others can relate so you don’t feel so alone. So they don’t feel so alone too.

I want to be authentic with you. Yes, you. The people who are reading these very words.

I make an effort to balance sharing humorous anecdotes about travels or life with being real about real-life struggles. But sometimes, I don’t say things over concern about sounding whiny. I have a wonderful life and I don’t want to ever take away from that.

But let me set the bar for honesty. It’s all not sunshine and rainbows, pictures of beaches and posts about traveling.

I’m on the struggle train right now. Choo choo.

Here’s why:

  • I haven’t been training for my half-marathon like I should and I feel like shit for it. I tell myself “Start Monday.” “Okay, start Wednesday.” “Dude. Get OUT of bed.” And another week has passed by where I missed another conditioning run.
  • I haven’t been back to Weight Watchers since I got back from Portugal and Spain because…duh. Did you SEE the pictures of tapas and what I mentioned about not training as much as I should?
  • I despise this time of year because of planning upcoming holidays with family. It always, always bring on a myriad of crappy feelings for me. Some, perhaps, I’ll write about soon.
  • I’m working a lot, staying late, working on weekends and sleeping very little.
  • I’m finding because of the above, I’m stressed out and have lost a bit of weight. Bonus?
  • I have several posts written that I’m mulling over because I’m not sure how I’m coming across, even if it’s honest, because I may offend someone. Then I’m reminded of this:

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  • I’m a one-woman show! My site is a constant, constant work in progress. Maybe more than you know. I want the design of this site to be cleaner. I want my SEO to be better. I don’t get why Twitter is still the least clicked social media for my posts.
  • I need to edit over 1,000 photos that I started a couple weeks back but haven’t gotten to because of work.
  • I overthink things. Moving 1500 miles put some friendships in clear perspective. A majority of time, it’s a cathartic feeling to know the truth. Other days, it hurts and I question a zillion things. Perhaps, I’ll write about it soon.
  • I’m at a weird “stage” where it’s tough to connect with women my age because I don’t often want the same things in this moment (or maybe ever) that they have. Like Coach purses, Tory Birch flats (Seriously. You paid how much?!), kids, a mortgage or stupid stick figures on the back of a minivan.
  • Because I don’t have the above items, my contributions feel discounted. Forget if I work through another weekend, I don’t have kids so I couldn’t possibly be drained. But I AM ex-hausted.

God I love Bridget Jones.
God I love Bridget Jones.

  • I’ve been struggling with the “b” words. Bossy and bitchy. Those two terms that come up when you’re confident in providing direction or being assertive. I get annoyed that I have to even think about that and then second guess myself. That’s come up a bit lately for me. Then I read something like this:

“What women need to understand is that the fear of being seen as “not nice” or bitchy comes from social messages about how they should behave. It’s the way men have gotten women to acquiesce for centuries. Just the thought of being considered less than nice makes a woman feel less than feminine. Each time you hesitate or avoid asking for what you want you’ve bowed to these messages. The vast majority of women could be more assertive and still be far from bitchy in reality. When you’re called that, it’s usually because you didn’t do what someone else wants —- in which case, kudos to you!”– Dr. Lois Frankel

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So there you have it, my Bitch List. It all seemed to come to a bit of a head right now. One of my perceptive and hilarious girlfriends said I was just having an off week. I think she’s right.

This bossy bitch will take it in stride.

Filed Under: Confessions, Soapbox

Sobertober

October 10, 2014 By Caroline Peterson

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After my recent trip to Spain and Portugal, I knew I needed to give my good ol’ body a break. A detox, if you will.

There was lots of chatting over sangria.

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And tapas.

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And wine.

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And paella.

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And sangria.

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…and wine.

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One of my friends asked on Facebook if anyone wanted to join her for Sober October. And while the responses were quite entertaining, it got me thinking…

I can do that. I want to do that.

Well you know what happens when Caroline sets her mind to something, right?

Oh? You don’t know?

I decide to train for a half-marathon in 3 months.

Or go vegan for about a year.

It was delicious, I swear.

Or find an obscure bar in Bangkok I heard about even if it takes us over an hour and half to find.

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Or jump in the water with elephants because I. want. to.

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Or learn Spanish again.

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#Mexcellent #Epcot #latergram

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Or complete an olympic-distance triathlon.

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No wonder I needed to drink…

I’ll be honest, I hesitated posting this because of the stigma around the word “sober.” I could carefully craft a blog about how I’m doing it to raise money for charity (I know there is a great cause) or to help me lose those last 10 pounds.

But the truth of the matter is, I want to be healthier and I want to see what not having that glass of bless-your-heart wine after work will be like. I want to take myself out of my comfort zone and find another outlet rather than kicking my feet up and having a beer when I’m stressed. I like waking up early and refreshed on the weekends and going for a run. With my half-marathon training just starting, there’s no better time than right now! I’ve been trying to lose weight and this should help a bit, so added bonus!

I got an emergency project that I worked on through last weekend and this past week hasn’t exactly been relaxing. I thrive on busy weeks at work, it’s when I feel I do my best writing. But that means I’ve desperately wanted a nice glass of Cabernet Sauvignon when I get home just to…chill.

But I didn’t.

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Next week, I’m going to the USA vs. HON men’s soccer game and you know what? I’ll want a good ol’ american beer.

But I won’t.

Because it’s SOBERTOBER, y’all.

Care to join me? Even if you have had alcohol during the first 10 days, why not join me now? Try it out. Everyone is doing it…

Yeah.

I just peer-pressured you into not drinking.

That just happened.

So…whatdoyasay?

 

Find out how I did:
Sobertober Update
Sobertober Conclusion

Filed Under: Confessions, Funny, Soapbox

Halloween Decorations Bust

October 5, 2014 By Caroline Peterson

I went to pull out the giant bin of holiday decorations and…

Halloween decorations

No.

Just no.

I have no interest in it this year. I can’t entirely put my finger on why other than it doesn’t add much to my life…and only adds something more to dust. It just seems like fluffy shit to me now. Maybe it was something I used to feel the need to put up to fill some void. I don’t know.

The hubster is doing is psychiatry rotations this month. Perhaps he can offer some insight.

You guys, this is weird! I LOVE October. Halloween is my favorite. Shit man, I even wrote 2 blogs, 2 years ago that are STILL getting hits today.

  • Halloween Candy Corn Decorations
  • How to be creative and cheap on Halloween!

I still love October, I still love Halloween.

I’m a pretty insightful person and if I were to narrow it down to a reason, it probably is that I don’t give a fuck anymore about how cute my decorations look to other people. At least right now. Prior to moving to Florida I spent a lot of time looking for more work and filling the time in-between with projects. Some of those projects were crafts.

Have I ever shown you my dream craft room?

Union Jack dresser

Oh wait. That’s not it. That’s my dream dresser.

Moving on…

I still love whipping out the craft drawer from time to time, but I just don’t feel the need to put things up for show. Is it a show? Who would it be for other than me and guests? Perhaps traveling to impoverished areas of the world reminded me that having perfectly arranged autumn leaves will no more contribute to my life than another Starbucks Grande Ice Coffee with soy milk (no sweetener). Maybe I’ve been Pinterest-ed out. Sure, you have lots of cool things pinned that you put up for the holidays, but that still doesn’t cover up what an empty, mind-numbing person you can be.

Yeah, I said it. You’ve thought it, too!

I can still feel the Halloween spirit without my sparkly skeleton hanging on the wall. I’ll still watch The Great Pumpkin on ABC and force the hubster to join me regardless of whatever game is on where they grunt and bash their heads together in helmets.

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Last year, we were in Thailand and Cambodia for 2 weeks during December. I put up one lone, small, white, bomb-diggity Christmas tree in the middle of our dining room table and you know what? It felt so relieving!

Perhaps living in Florida contributes to it. It’s October and was 93 degrees today. It still doesn’t register in my grew-up-in-Michigan-and-wore-a-snowsuit-under-my-Halloween-costume mind.

I felt a bit guilty as I put away the decoration bin today. So one thing survived:

Halloween decorations

See. I’ve still got the Halloween spirit.

Just make sure to keep them straight as you dry your hands after pooping.

Filed Under: Confessions, Funny, Soapbox

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