To the ones who...

Y'all, dating sucks. Like for real. It's a game these days and I don't have time for games. But I've gotten some pretty good laughs out of it for the last few years. At the end of 2013, I had my heart completely broken. I'm talking the kind of broken that it was "broken and then he picked it back up and smashed it again broken." I could have sworn that it was it for me, but honestly I've grown a lot from that and have realized what I want and I won't settle for anything less.

So here's my thoughts on everything...

To the ones who text me at 3 am claiming they miss me or want to know how I'm doing. First of all, I'm asleep. I don't miss you then and I don't miss you ever. I'm not doing well, because I'm pissed off that you just woke me up at 3 am to say "hey." Get out of my inbox with that nonsense. I liked college and had fun staying up late, but I don't have time for that shit now; I'm too old for that. Boy, bye.

To the ones who left because well, your ex...I'm just going to say good luck. You'll need it.

To the ones who told me I wasn't good enough. Something along the lines of "of all the great things about you, you don't measure up..." Good. I didn't need you anyway. No matter how good of a woman I am, I'll never be good enough for a "man" that isn't ready. You have no clue what you just walked out on. You'll figure it out though and it will be too late. Ask the next guy...

To the ones who were a part of my life at one point and aren't anymore. There's a reason for that. Please don't come back around. You should be texting your girlfriend, not me. *eye roll*

To the ones who I wasn't ready for. I'm sorry. I had a lot to figure out about me and I had to take the time to do that. I'm sorry the timing was shitty. But you seem happy now and I'm happy for you.

To the one(s) coming I'm strong and independent. I've been on my own for a while now, so I don't expect tons of attention. Attention is nice, don't get me wrong, but I don't like being smothered. I don't need someone to take care of me, but it would be nice to share this crazy life with. You must like dogs, especially mine. She's a little crazy, but what female isn't?

My daddy has set the bar high and it will be tough to find the one that reaches it, but I'm pretty sure there's a plan. Everything else has worked out and this will too. I'm strong, educated and independent; maybe that's too much for some guys, but for the right guy it'll be perfect. And until I find him, I'm going to keep on doing what I do best and that's loving myself and making myself happy.

Back to Blogging

So it's been a few years since I've done this. Life happens. I think we all get that. So here's what's been going on since the last time I blogged.

• I'm 30...almost 30 something now.
• I became a mom to the cutest dog ever. This is Ellie. She's a 2.5 year old Boston Terrier/Cocker Spaniel mix. I've had her since she was 4 weeks old and she's a hot mess, but I love her. 
  
• I bought a house.
• I earned my Masters in Education.
• I've had so many different hairstyles, I can't keep count.
• I've maintained my relationship status of single.
• I started a new job.
• I started a doctorate program. It's an EdD, not a PhD. Not every doctorate is a freaking PhD. This is another post for another day.
• I started selling Scentsy. It's pretty awesome. Ask me about it sometime. 
• I got a tattoo.
• I added a new piercing.
• And most importantly, I've discovered what makes me happy in life and I don't settle for anything less these days. 

So this new blog - it's about this crazy thing called life. I'm no where near where I thought I'd be at this age. I can definitely imagine things differently, but I'm happy and I'm making what used to just be dreams, realities now. It's a beautiful thing. 

The dating scene - well, these days it's a matter of swiping left or right and apparently it's all a game. I don't really have time for games and I'm really just ready to settle down and give my heart to the RIGHT person. I know what I want and I won't settle. I'm a pretty amazing person (at least that's what my mom tells me) and I will be good enough for the right person. -- More about this later.

As for school - well, I decided to go back and complete my doctorate. You can call me Dr. Devin in 3 years. And no, I'm not super smart, just educated. There's a difference.

In my old blog, I talked a lot about my depression. I have overcome it. However, there are days when I revert back to when that guy would tell me I wasn't good enough and I was worthless, but I know how to manage the depression now. It's something I'll always struggle with, and I'm sure that will come up every now and then. 

So that's that. The last 4 years summed up and nowhere to go from here but up. I won't blog every day...shit, I do good just to remember to eat some days. Sorry, I'm classy, but I cuss a little bit (a lot sometimes). I figure if I'm going to be real here, might as well be the real me. It's nothing I haven't said in front of my mom before.