Hey, Journal. It's been a little since I've been able to sit down and collect my thoughts. Seems as though these days I barely have time to collect myself let alone my thoughts. Luckily, that is a good thing right now. I'm very busy with working my new job on campus, fulfilling my other job as a pet sitter, and stepping up to the plate for all Maid-of-Honor duties. Phew. There is not enough time in the day. I've missed writing, even though I don't think I quite realized it until right this instant. It always seems to slip my mind how much of a healing this is for me. Yesterday was tough. I mean really tough. But I somehow kept a smile on my face until my best friend was ready to go home from her birthday night out. So childish, it seems, that we put so much work into birthdays at this age. I don't mean just celebrating, but the physical decorating, planning and execution is entirely thought out and intricate. I enjoy holding the reigns -- equestrian pun intended -- on occasions like birthdays, yet that also comes with my personal desire to fulfill all of my expectations and plans by giving the birthday subject a day/night of their dreams. Sue me. I may stress myself out and annoy the heck out of my boyfriend venting about all of the things I have to do, but I love seeing it all play out. It's rewarding just to see that person glowing with happiness. It makes it all worth it. I guess we should all strive to feel that a little more -- personal fulfillment from seeing others happy. It's a good balance of positives.
I just said the word boyfriend in that last paragraph, which glides off of my tongue quite easily now. Truth is, though, a couple of posts ago I was spilling into this journal about how I thought that I was falling in love with him. Well, my thoughts were right. I've had relationships, and I thought I knew love and thought that I understood it. I had only broken the surface. My whole world was flipped upside down when this boy showed me what actual love was, and he continues to show me every single day. All the of the cliches can be inserted [right here] because I don't know what I would do without his support, humor and compassion. More on this later, frankly because I could go on for days.
On another note, I had an assignment do for a blog-centered class a couple weeks ago. I decided to tie food into advertising and blog about inspiration you can find from cuisine. In this moment, I connected the dots that have been staring me in the face for quite some time. I've admired the time and effort put into making a meal look presentable for quite some time. Whenever I receive a dish, I promptly notice the execution of colors, balance, and texture. I did all of this without even realizing I was doing it. It was this assignment that made me correlate the reasoning for my mild obsession with food presentation and quality. Unlike my mother, I don’t possess the ability to come up with recipes on a dime and have the outcome be impeccable. (You rock, mom.) Yet, I like learning how to cook and seeing how different ingredients and methods can alter the outcome of a meal and make it that much more spectacular. It’s an interesting concept, and during this assignment, it had a significant impact on me and I saw a correlation –Food is a necessity, we simply need it to survive, but we choose to make it beautiful. In a consumer driven world, Advertising is much like a food. To keep the industry thriving, companies sustain themselves with Advertising to either draw in profit or to inform. Advertising is a food to business, but we choose to make it beautiful. There are hardworking teams that work day in and day out to create the next world-shaking campaign that puts their products at the top of the charts– one day I aim to be a part of one.
So there you go, my passion put into a simple summary. I'm a blatant ad-nerd... and I'm okay with that. I also love the beauty of cuisine and the effort of impeccable execution. Well done, chefs and moms (and dads) worldwide.