Lately, I've been getting a lot of messages, emails, and texts asking for advice. This ranges mostly between boys and career questions, which is amusing considering I am not the person to be giving advice for either.
Re: why I'm not qualified to talk about men: pretty self-explanatory. Being a woman without a boyfriend (or any prospects for that matter), I wouldn't say I'm "qualified" to give helpful advice when it comes to handling the opposite sex. Then again, I've entertained many of you through my escapades on Mentervention, so perhaps I might be a voice of reason in that department.
As far the job questions, it's flattering that anyone would bother to ask me for advice. I guess posting my videos and all that on Facebook/Twitter makes it seems like I know what I'm doing.
So, I'm going to dedicate another blog (entirely) answering those questions. For now though, there is one thing I do want to make sure you remember before doing anything else in your life:
Hope is my favorite word. It's the one intangible that I am actually happy is intangible. I know no matter what that I will always have my hope because it's something nobody can take away from me, no matter how helpless I feel or when others tell me I can't do something.
I was reflecting this weekend on everything I want to accomplish in my life, and thinking of the timeline, I got a little anxious about it. I'm without a doubt a "Type A" kind of gal, so I do make goals and set timelines to achieve them. It's in my blood. I feel positive about my life right now but sometimes I get worried that I'm behind on normal things that many of my friends are experiencing: love, houses, etc.
Then today at church, Dr. Brewer reminded me of something. (Shocker!) It's blasphemous to worry. When he said that, it threw me off a bit. Blasphemous? Come on now. But he made it clear: to worry insinuates you think that you are God, and that you are the one who has control. Do not worry or be anxious, and know that He is going to provide for you. He wants to surprise you with joy through everything in your life: through loss; through generosity. Dr. Brewer reiterated this theme by dissecting Phillippians 4:6-7.
For me, this is a constant reminder to keep having hope. Keep hope alive during those moments where you're euphoric and full of joy; mostly, keep hope near in times of despair and loss.
Which brings me to this.
A few years ago, when I first moved to Los Angeles, I worked at Frederic Fekkai on Melrose Place. Down the street was Melrose Place Cafe (now it's Fig & Olive) and a server there, Christina, would deliver our clients food every now and again. She was beautiful and unique: rich brown eyes; a long mane of brunette hair with a bleached white streak falling along the right side of her face. She had several tattoos. She was tiny, with a husky voice. I don't say that to be rude -- it was awesome.
I would frequently give her change since many of the clients in our salon only carried bills $20 or higher, and Melrose Place Cafe wasn't exactly poppin' at 12:30 on a Wednesday. So she often needed fives and ones and we'd chat about random things before she'd head back to the cafe.
Anyway, one day she came in and told me she was excited because she was going to be performing on So You Think You Can Dance that coming Thursday. I had no idea she was a singer, but she explained that her song, "Jar of Hearts," was going to be used during one of the more emotional dances of the night.
If you haven't guessed, that girl was Christina Perri. "Jar of Hearts" gave her international fame and not only did she get to quit her job (I hope her horrible boss feels terrible about how he treated her), she blew up on radio stations across the nation. Her song, "A Thousand Years" was featured on the Twilight: Breaking Dawn soundtrack, and her current single features (my personal favorite) Jason Mraz.
So have hope, people. Christina Perri was working a crap job and is presently living her dream. Katy Perry lost two record deals and was living in her car. Now she's the only artist outside of Michael Jackson to have five #1 hits off the same album. Brad Stevens (look him up ladies) is the youngest coach to go to two Final Fours, the second-youngest to get to the NCAA championship, and the third-youngest to get 30 wins (in his first year). Before that, he was a volunteer in the Butler Basketball office while living in a friend's basement. It took him seven years to get to head coach status, but with hard work, passion, drive and persistence, he did it.
Keep on keepin' on. You're never too young or too old to go after the desires of your heart. That doesn't mean there won't be struggles, trials and disappointments, but it's never too late (or too early). And while I'm not a huge advocate of anything to do with Ross Perot... he makes a valid point:
"Most people give up right when they're about to reach success. They give up on the one yard line. They give up at the last minute of the game, one foot from a winning touchdown."
And here's Christina doing her thang with Mr. Mraz.