You create your own reality.
The hard part is figuring out what exactly it is that you want. Sometimes I feel that believing in destiny is taking the easy way out by hoping that someone else has figured it all out on my behalf. Take the time to dig deep and realize what your true potential is, what you would be the happiest doing. Once you’ve figured it out you’ll shortly realize that it’s already in your path.
Then again, if you’re not totally sure , or even better torn between a few dreams, make sure to still take the necessary steps towards them. One step is all you need to create a momentum. One thing will lead to another and sometimes, these actions will guid you through a new path where you just might discover a new dream or desire. It is by chasing dreams that we catch them. Dreams might change, and if you want a chance at any of them you have to include them in your actions.
Start with one step.
You don’t need any believers, you only need you.
Monthly Archives: May 2014
You create your own reality.
If you want structured content turn on the news. Going to put the kids to bed and sprint to the studio.
Filling yourself up with doubt is easier than being confident. Take the hard way out and believe in yourself. You’re the only person who’s support you truly need.
Learn, grow, love.
Start by loving yourself and all will fall into place.
It’s a quarter to two am and my bladder just woke me up. I’ve always had a low capacity bladder and those who have taken road trips with me know that . I woke up and realized that I had just passed out in my bed fully dressed. Well, half dressed, my pants are on the floor , seams like I managed to get those off before falling flat into my bed into a comatose sleep.
I don’t know if this happens to anyone else, but when I wake up I’m usually stuck in a dazed mode for a good 30 seconds. That’s 30 seconds of wondering where I am, what part of the day it is, and sometimes even who I am. Then I progressively relocate myself in space and time…” Oh yes, earth, human, woman, married, kids, night, bra still on, so uncomfortable, what time is it? ” This is the exact thought process I go through in the first 30 seconds of my wake. Then of course ” where the heck is Jack?”. I pass out after putting the kids to bed and Jack sees that as a perfect opportunity for some alone time with his second love , his big screen TV. Sometimes I imagine him running downstairs to his tv only to tell her ” she’s finally asleep, we can be together at last”.
It happens often that I wake up this way, half dressed, hair still in a pony tail, makeup still on, dazed and confused at 2 or 3 am and sometimes I go to looking for him. I find him in front of the TV with an almost empty bag of sunflower seeds and a pile of seed shells. Of course he’s fully set up with the laptop on a sports website, the TV leaping between three sport shows, and the smart phone set on the hockey pool details.
And at this time my dilemma on this end is, should I go back to bed or go see what he’s up to?
Now I can hear my mother in law’s voice in my head “Go sit with him for a bit! Keep my son happy!” she does say that. The other day she calls me up in a middle of a hockey game.
“what are you doing?”
– ” I’m working.”
– ” Jack’s watching the game by himself? Go sit with him! Keep my son happy” she says.
So after I hung up, I did as she said, grabbed all my stuff and went downstairs. She’s right, I figured, it’s the playoffs, while others are watching the game with their buddies with a beer in their hand, Poor Jack, father of three, had to put three kids to bed and turn that Frozen movie DVD off before he could watch his game.
So I gather my things and think ” I’ll do my work next to him, she’s right.” I go downstairs, settle down, obviously no eye contact on his part, he was fully into the game, I could’ve choked and he wouldn’t have realized and I know that well because it’s happened before and that wasn’t even a during the playoff season. So that means that now , during a Habs vs Bruins second round Playoff game, I could walk in literally caught on fire with raging flames and he wouldn’t have noticed.
So I sat down next to him, and in the moment that my butt touched that yogurt, milk and marker stained sofa, the bruins score!
I hold my breath waiting for his reaction.
” You had to come down! You jinxed it!”
Now this is love.
So it’s 2 am now, and since there’s nothing I can jinx at this time I’m going to go see what he’s up to.
Actually, he just came up.
He’s probably going to ask his famous question.
” Who you texting?”
At a wedding, father daughter dance, mother son dance. I’m getting so emotional my fake eye lashes are going to fall out.
I mean I’m on the job.
Totally different meaning.
It’s 2 am and I’m being driven home from a house party.
Driven home by my parents. I’m sitting in the back of the family van just like the old days.
My parents told me it was time to go and by the time I said my goodbyes I was out the door just in time to see them drive away.
They’ll turn back I thought…
So after a few minutes I called mommy’s cell ” you forgot me!”.
They had indeed forgotten me behind.
Tonight we we’re at a “ghena”, which in an Old Armenian tradition to celebrate the bride and groom to be
a week before their wedding, and what a celebration it was .
Just finished watching my first episode of JulieTak Live. It was recorded in studio last night and the producers just posted the link this morning for those who want to catch it. I must say that the live aspect of it is more interesting than I thought. For all those who were watching live, thank you for the support.
It took me a few minutes to decompress and relax but after the first ten minutes I think I was able to let go and just be myself.
I hope you’ll take the time to watch it, I must warn you that it’s an hour long, so make sure to be relaxed, with a cup of tea, bundled up on the couch while you do. Please don’t watch me on your i phone while sitting on the toilet, that’s creepy.
Heres the link to watch the first episode called : Milk, Nipples and Quickies.
The kids are asleep and Jack is watching the game. I had to fight him for the laptop. It’s almost midnight and I really need to shower but I’m here instead writing this post.
So, three kids, a full time job, a part time job, a blog and now an online radio show. Do I know what the heck I’m doing…heck no. My first episode is this Thursday night and I’m still scribbling around on a piece of paper trying to figure it all out. What do I have planned so far?
- A dance party
I just realized that’s all I have.
A dance party! that’s my idea for the show. It felt like a good idea at a certain time… but announcing it brings a different perspective to the idea. I am doomed.
Well, however it turns out you’ll know that’s it’s real. I’m thinking of having a few shots before, during and after the show. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.We’re bound to have an interesting show….
After all, best way to learn is trial and error.
Ok enough self doubt! I sound pathetic!
I can do this! I CAN. I CAN. I CAN.
I must thank The Unclehood network for giving me this opportunity and for all the hard work they do.
Check out this fun promo they made for me.
Wish me luck.
It’s 10:15 pm . Kids are in bed and Jack is watching the game. You might be thinking : but the Habs aren’t playing tonight . it’s the Stanley cup finals and Jack’s watching all of the games . I’m sitting on the couch next to him tapping away on my phone writing this post. The kitchen is a mess , I just finished making Jacks supper, the sink is full, the counters are loaded but I am done, finished, kaput, dead tired. Today was non stop. From the am daycare and school drop offs, to work and pickups we (I) had the bright idea of taking all three kids to Cosco after school today. We filled two carts to the top and spent a fortune, by the end of it all I had A2 literally hanging from my neck, A3 throwing everything out of the Cart and poor A1 just trying to do damage control. At some point I lost jack then found him waiting at cash number 14 , I obviously cut in line to join him. Except my cart was full and I got many bad looks. I then took A3 out of the cart seat to entertain the people who we’re waiting behind us, she waddled around, waved hello to everyone and when I felt that the mad looks had softened up I gathered the kids, left jack there with two full carts and sat the kids down for ice cream.
” who you texting ” jack’s asking right now.
You think he would learn by now.
He’s yelling at me for something now, I’m not to sure what it’s about. A check I was supposed to deposit or something… I have three kids with me most of the time,can you imagine stopping at the bank to deposit a check? I rather live without that money and not have to take them all out only to lose 10 minutes negotiating for them to get back Into their car seats when we’re done. “I’m going to count to three and if you’re not in your seats leaving you here” obviously that doesn’t even phase them. I’ve also taught my husband not to expect me to fill up gas. There’s no way I’m doing that, hell breaks lose if I step out of the car long enough for them to start pinching each other. Heck they don’t even need me out to do that, the moment I take a phone call while in the car they know I’m not focused on them and it starts .
“Mom! My sister’s imitating me”
“Imitate her back!” I say! Then I get back to my business call.
You know I could go on forever, but Jack needs a little TLC. For once that I’m not knocked out..
Of you catch typos, try to read through them, I’ll correct them tomorrow .