tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35931460860510424262024-03-12T17:31:17.135-07:00Boldly Challenging Status QuoI am a workaholic. A perfectionist. Not the kind everyone claims to be during interviews. I am a fearless, dedicated, blood-sweating slave to perfection. Mediocrity solves nothing. Empowerment creates life. Simplicity is the last word anyone would use for me. I am an outlier in all manners of life.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04092694472903018429noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593146086051042426.post-87595739883816226612015-01-22T21:48:00.000-08:002015-01-22T21:49:59.288-08:00Saying goodbye to Peter Pan, Mrs. Doubtfire, the Genie, our friend - Robin WilliamsThis is something I wrote the day I went to the Doubtfire house in Pacific Heights here in San Francisco. I found it again, and thought the words mean just as much now as back in Aug. '14... <br />
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I found myself drawn to say goodbye to a friend that never knew me, but was a significant part of our lives.<br />
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It's tragic that someone so full of life, love and laughter felt so empty and overcome by dark demons.<br />
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We all find ourselves in darkness blinded by sadness, frustration, guilt and doubt. Yet, it's how we crawl, climb or sprint out of the shadows and into the light that keep us moving forward.<br />
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It's a reminder that life is short, family is important, friends are essential.<br />
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Don't hold back. Take every opportunity to inspire, challenge, grow, and love. You never know when it may be your last and God calls you home.<br />
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What will you leave behind?<br />
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Regrets or memories?<br />
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Boldly challenging status quo.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04092694472903018429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593146086051042426.post-82132775244719701452015-01-13T23:58:00.000-08:002015-01-14T13:34:07.705-08:00Time and PeaceTime is everything.<br />
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It's the allotted amount of existence we have to accomplish everything our little hearts desire. It's also the burden that weighs down on our hearts when we feel like there's not enough of it. <br />
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The act of time can also be either a beautiful canvas when every swoop, swish and flick aligns perfectly for a spectacular masterpiece. It can also mean disaster when the everything wrong collides to create a terrible catastrophe. Maybe, just maybe, the right paints, brushes, and strokes come together, but a different sketch is drawn that takes you on a different course all together away from comfort and peace.<br />
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Why is it that some depictions are exactly what you intended, while others become silent, foreign ships that pass each other unknowingly in the night?<br />
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I'm not sure why quotes are incredibly awe-inspiring lately, but I read another quote today that actually brought me to tears:<br />
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<i>"You can never be at peace until you find peace within yourself."</i><br />
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I can put on a good show, and hide my fears deep down for only the few fearless, loving souls to uncover. It's truly a rare moment when I'm actually utterly at peace. There are always plans to make so they don't fall through, decisions to make praying they were the right ones, and obstacles to overcome whether it's people, places, or things.<br />
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No, I'm not talking about nouns. :) I'm talking about life's adventure and all the greatness, beauty, turmoil, and suffering that comes with it.<br />
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<b>Mind.</b><br />
I'll blame this on being a girl. I will always assume the worst, fear failure, and never think I'm good enough. I can put on that masking facade, but to those who are as observant as I am, it's not hard to see that my skin isn't as deep as I pretend.<br />
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<b>Heart.</b><br />
I put far too much weight assuming people always have the best intentions. No one will ever take advantage of me, lie, cheat or steal. I know better, but my heart fights this every moment of every day.<br />
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The disaster occurs when I stress too much about things I can't control, or I listen to my heart and follow the wrong people who end up hurting me. How do we decipher what's right and wrong? Should we listen to our hearts when our minds say no? Should we follow our hearts because, frankly, that is the makings for the ultimate love story?<br />
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I think the best thing to do is question when your mind and heart don't align. Why is it that these two are polar opposites? It's probably high time to consider getting rid of whatever is tearing you to opposites sides of the spectrum because ultimately, you'll need to - so why not now?<br />
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Make a pro/con list, BUT be honest with yourself. I think giving it a good college try without holding <u>any</u>thing back is how you'll get to the right answer.<br />
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Make the decision that is going to make you happiest long term. Short term gains in life are bullshit. You'll be right back in a black hole of chaos if you choose the short game.<br />
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And, after all of this, figure out what gives you peace of mind. For me, it's getting away from life's mess and throwing myself into nature. Hiking, backpacking, trail running, bouldering, camping. Waking up to a calming creek and whistling leaves in a tree is my zen. Being away from materialistic people and things is that peace I don't find even remotely enough. Sure, I put it in my regimen as much as possible, and yeah, I still get more of it than the average bear. But, if I were to find peace more often, I'd need to get out there even more.<br />
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What can you do to give yourself a break? What plaguing viruses can you pluck away like a broken feather in a bird and let it float far, far away?<br />
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Find all the little things that keep building up and blow them away like white, fluffy dandelion seeds in the wind. Who <i>doesn't</i> love picking them up and trying to annihilate them in one fierce breath. All you haters are lying to yourself. It's fun and you know it :)<br />
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Maybe you need to pluck one seed at a time, but over time, you'll find more peace than you realized and feel more weightless, so you'll be able to fly.<br />
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Finding that time for peace. It's crucial. A necessity. Don't let minutia get in the way of your happiness. You may not have as much time as you're anticipating.<br />
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--</style>I’ve spent precious time with my Papa Wilde, either on road trips or sitting on his back porch reminiscing about the past, talking hopefully about the future, but always with a voice of reason and caution. Now, as a man of leisure, he says, he has a lot of time to reflect and he’s spent some of that time wishing he had made other choices – been a better father, husband, etc. I wish he wouldn’t spend time regretting, but in fact, spend more time cherishing the great memories he did make and all the new ones yet to come. <br />
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Since my grandma passed about now almost 14 years ago, (man, that crushes my soul thinking about it), I think he wishes he would have made more of the time he’d had with her. She was, in fact, a beautiful, selfless, loving person who, to this day, is everything I hope to be someday. I don’t think she had a bad bone in her body, and even if someone told me she wasn’t perfect, I wouldn’t believe them ;) <br />
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The reason for this blog is because you never know when God will call you home. You shouldn’t exhaust precious moments wishing you had done things differently. To deflect that initially, you have to put the right people and plans first, but be willing to change course for the better if life sends you on a new adventure. <br />
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My Papa’s reflections, as sad as it makes me when I think about it, are valuable to me - to remind me not to have those regrets later, to remember to value the right people and things in life. <br />
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I’ll be thirty at the end of this year. Holy shit. I can’t believe it. Before I get there, here are 30 regrets I don’t want to have in my next 30 years.<br />
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<li><b>Spending too little time with the right people</b>. – Sooner or later, you just want to be around the people who make you smile. So today, spend time with those who help you love yourself more. And remember, the people you take for granted today may be the only ones you need tomorrow. Never be too busy to make time for those who matter most.</li>
<li><b>Not making your loved ones smile more often</b>. – The most beautiful thing is to see a person you love smile, and even more beautiful is knowing that you are the reason behind it.<a name='more'></a></li>
<li><b>Not saying what you need to say</b>. – Speak up. Don’t hide your thoughts and feelings, especially when you can make a difference. Be brave. Say what needs to be said. If you care about someone, tell them. Hearts are sometimes broken by the words we leave unspoken.</li>
<li><b>Constantly comparing yourself to everyone else</b>. – Don’t compare your progress in life with that of others. We all need our own time to travel our own distance. It’s perfectly OK to be different. Today, the only person you should try to be better than, is the person you were yesterday. Prove yourself to yourself, not others.</li>
<li><b>Ignoring your intuition for too long</b>. – Sometimes your mind needs more time to accept what your heart already knows. Breathe. Be a witness, not a judge. Listen to your intuition.</li>
<li><b>Not taking action on meaningful goals</b>. – Instead of complaining about your circumstances, get busy creating new ones. You either suffer the pain of discipline or the pain of regret. Most of the time, the only difference between who you are and who you want to be, is what you do. </li>
<li><b>Collecting more excuses than you can count</b>. – If you really want to do something, you’ll find a way. If you don’t, you’ll find an excuse.</li>
<li><b>Not putting in enough effort</b>. – In life you are either a passenger or a pilot, it’s your choice. If you want something, work for it. Do what it takes, not what is easy. It will hurt. It will take time. It will require dedication. It will require willpower. You will need to make healthy decisions. It requires sacrifice. You will need to push your body to its max. There will be temptation. But, I promise you, when you reach your goal, it will be worth it.</li>
<li><b>Not taking on enough risk</b>. – Wouldn’t you rather have a life of “OH WELLs” than a life of “WHAT IFs”? Do what you can while you can. Don’t be afraid to move out of your comfort zone. Some of my best life experiences and opportunities came to me only after I dared to lose.</li>
<li><b>Settling for less than you are capable of</b>. – Remember, growth and change may be painful sometimes, but nothing in life is as painful as staying stuck where you don’t belong.</li>
<li><b>Putting your own needs and happiness on the back burner</b>. – All jokes aside, your life only comes around once. This is IT. So do what makes you happy and be with whoever makes you laugh, often.</li>
<li><b>Letting impatience govern your decisions and actions</b>. – Patience is not about waiting; it’s the ability to keep a good attitude while working hard for what you believe in.</li>
<li><b>Giving up too soon</b>. – Forget how many times you’ve broken down. It’s about how you stand up and move on. You may have to go through the worst, to get to the best. Good things take time. Stay patient and stay positive. Everything is going to come together; maybe not immediately, but eventually.</li>
<li><b>Not helping others when you were able</b>. – If you have a lot, give your wealth. If you have a little, give your heart. Just give what you can. No one has ever become poor by giving.</li>
<li><b>Ignoring your roots and those who have supported you</b>. – Never forget where you’ve been. Never lose sight of where you’re going. And never take for granted the people who travel the journey with you.</li>
<li><b>Not appreciating what you have when you have it</b>. – We often forget that happiness doesn’t come as a result of getting something we don’t have, but of deeply appreciating what we do have. No, you won’t always get exactly what you want. But remember this: There are lots of people who will never have what you have right now. </li>
<li><b>Letting your health go</b>. – Your body is the only place you will truly ever live. If you’re lucky enough to have a body that’s in good health, be wise enough to keep it that way.</li>
<li><b>Letting too many plans blind you from the beauty of now</b>. – When life is good, enjoy it. Don’t go looking for something better. Happiness never comes to those who don’t appreciate what they have. You must be willing to loosen your grip on the life you have planned so you can enjoy the life that is waiting for you now.</li>
<li><b>Being too narrow-minded to see the opportunities given to you</b>. – Sometimes life doesn’t give you what you WANT because you NEED something else. And what you need often comes when you’re not looking for it.</li>
<li><b>Letting negativity get the best of you</b>. – Remember, true strength is when you have so much to cry and complain about, but you prefer to smile and appreciate your life instead.</li>
<li><b>Never admitting and growing beyond your mistakes</b>. – You can learn great things from your mistakes when you aren’t busy denying them.</li>
<li><b>Not accepting responsibility for life changes you need to make</b>. – If you’ve been asking the same questions for a long time, yet are still stuck, it’s probably not that you haven’t been given the answers, but that you don’t like the answers you were given. Remember, it takes a great deal of courage to admit that something needs to change, and a lot more courage still, to accept the responsibility for making the change happen.</li>
<li><b>Impressing the wrong people</b>. – Not everyone will appreciate what you do for them. You have to figure out who’s worth your attention and who’s just taking advantage of you. Spend more time with those who make you smile and less time with those who you constantly feel pressured to impress.</li>
<li><b>Time spent on drama and needless arguments</b>. – Life is too short to argue and fight. Count your blessings, value the people who matter and move on from the drama with your head held high.</li>
<li><b>Endlessly worrying about things</b>. – Move on. Stop letting it bother you. If a problem can be solved, there’s nothing to worry about. If it can’t be solved, worrying is useless.</li>
<li><b>Forcing what’s not meant to be</b>. – Never force anything. Do your best, then let it be. If it’s meant to be, it will be. Don’t hold yourself down with things you can’t control. Sometimes you have to stop worrying, wondering, and doubting. Have faith that things will work out, maybe not how you planned, but just how it’s meant to be.</li>
<li><b>Never traveling when you had the chance</b>. – Once a year, go somewhere you’ve never been before.</li>
<li><b>Not choosing to laugh at life more often</b>. – Life is way better when you’re laughing. Being positive in a negative situation is not naive, it’s a sign of leadership and strength.</li>
<li><b>Resisting change instead of rolling with it</b>. – You’re not the same person you were a year ago, a month ago, or a week ago. You’re always growing. Experiences don’t stop. That’s life.</li>
<li><b>Talking the talk, but never walking the walk</b>. – When it’s all said and done, be sure you haven’t said more than you’ve done. In the end, actions always speak louder than words. So work hard in silence, and let your success be your noise. </li>
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The bottom line is that it’s never too late to take a step in the right direction. It’s never too late to become the person you are capable of being. Things can change if you want them to, at any age. Right now you have an opportunity to write yourself a future full of peace and free of regret. <br />
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</i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04092694472903018429noreply@blogger.com0Russian Hill, San Francisco, CA, USA37.8010963 -122.4195558000000137.7885498 -122.4397258 37.8136428 -122.39938580000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593146086051042426.post-27132723801981423632015-01-11T20:19:00.000-08:002015-01-12T08:53:53.862-08:00When life flashes before your eyes, will it be worth watching?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</style>It's been awhile since we last met. I moved to San Francisco, traveled to a few new cities, my little sister got married, and I graduated with my MBA. I've met many new friends and spent precious time with old ones. <br />
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My dog, Blaze, and I are still thick as thieves hiking, backpacking, running, and swimming until we have no further energy to give. <br />
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OK, OK. Confession. I certainly get to a point of exhaustion sometimes, whereas Blaze is still ready to ascend another mountain or sprint through more trees. Rude, I tell you. No reason to show off like that in front of your owner and embarrass her! At least I have another being willing to keep up with me on a moment’s notice. <br />
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Anyway, I sit here on the beach watching the sun go down behind the Golden Gate Bridge with only a few crazy souls in the "cold" San Francisco winter wind. By no means is it Chicago weather, but we Californians are pansies. We can't deal with cold to save our lives. <br />
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It's dark and quiet, almost too quiet for this city. The water is calm and smooth; not at all fierce and threatening. I can’t hear any traffic, any voices, or really any noise pollution apart from my soft music and ocean waves. <br />
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I have finally jumped on the Spotify bandwagon after years of stubborn, brand-loyal me couldn't walk away from Pandora. This is relevant because my playlist is The Most Beautiful Songs in the World. Add calm waves and a light cool breeze, it's the makings of a reflective, thought-filled evening. <br />
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Pause. My fingers are about to fall off from the cold. It's 55°F and I've become a wuss. Too bad I don't have logs to make a beach fire. It's probably for the better as I’d get too comfortable and wake up to cops or bums telling me to get to steppin’. <br />
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Yay, I'm back and posted up on our apartment roof because frankly, I do what I want. It's San Francisco and we do weird things on the daily. <br />
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I saw a quote today that really made me question why I was being lazy and worthless. "When your life flashes before you, will it be worth watching?" <br />
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Now, I feel like I live life to the brink as much as I can, but is it meaningful? Do I do enough selfless things, or do I act on selfishness? Do I spend time with people who truly care about me, or do I waste time trying to make something of people who don't take the time to care back? Am I forcing things to work, or is it actually worth my fight? Do I surround myself with loving people, or draining ones? <br />
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Do I mean something to people? I hope it's positive, but I know I've certainly ruffled a few feathers along the way. Am I being stubborn for stubborn’s sake, or do I have a purpose to follow through with something that others may not see yet? <br />
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What legacy am I going to leave behind? I've always had these grandiose dreams of changing the world for the better, challenging one status quo after another. Have I accomplished that? <br />
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By no means do I live a worthless, less than impactful life. I'm not sitting in sorrow or pity. But it's good to take a step back and examine where you're at. Have you lost track or has life made you drift? It better give you challenges to overcome and even huge walls that make you take different paths you weren't ready for. That's life.<br />
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Someone recently told me they didn't see me as anything but an individual contributor. It really caught me off guard. However, perception is in the eye of the beholder. You can't forget about the outside perspective. You may think you're a saint, living a beautiful life, but if you lack a grasp of reality of what others think about you, you may be living a mental lie.<br />
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I wish I could tell you, don't give two shits about what others think. For the most part, you should live your life the way you want to. But, it's also good to get an outsider’s perspective as a gut check to make sure you truly are on the right track, or that your outside perception is what you truly want it to be. If not, change up your direction!<br />
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I think this year I need to stop forcing things to happen. To be OK with the unknown, which has NEVER been my strong suit. I need to stop worrying about the things I can’t control, and live. Wasting time fearing, worrying, stressing about what could be, what may happen, or what might never … what a sheer, terrible waste of life! <br />
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Take time to reflect. I certainly don’t do this enough. I reflect on surface-level things when I run or get out in nature, but I really need to take a larger step back and really appreciate what I have, the people God has put in my life, and how fortunate I am. I need to come visit you all more often because that’s where I’m able to divulge my deepest, darkest thoughts, without judgment. <br />
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I’ve forgotten how much I enjoy writing… <br />
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Boldly challenging status quo, one precious moment at a time. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04092694472903018429noreply@blogger.com0Russian Hill, San Francisco, CA, USA37.8010963 -122.4195558000000137.7885498 -122.4397258 37.8136428 -122.39938580000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593146086051042426.post-57947562267748279112013-11-16T14:56:00.002-08:002013-11-16T14:56:29.738-08:00Life's New Adventure: Poor-domIt's been a moment since I've been inspired to blog. That's not true. I'm inspired every day by the people I meet, the things people do for others, and the things I learn. Honestly, I've been a busy gal lately and took a hiatus from writing.<br />
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Let's catch up. I've completed my MBA in International Business, moved to San Francisco and moved up to a National Account Manager at Yelp, brought on a new furry family member, been to a few more weddings and will be maid of honor in my sister's (I swear I'm close to 27 Dresses at this point), met some inspiring people both young and old, and traveled all around the world.<br />
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I'm now about to embark on a new adventure of poor-dom. I'm moving into the exciting, inspiring, never dull city of San Francisco where rent is half of my monthly pay check. It's unnerving, exciting, scary, and a brand new adventure I can't fully take advantage of quite yet. What I will learn is to be incredibly conscience of money in and out, which I've never worried much about. I wish I had this issue when I was younger so I could keep up with my friends, but that's probably where I get myself in trouble regardless ;) Luckily, most SF people are in the same boat. They've all dealt with it for ages, where I'm a newbie yuppy.<br />
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Look forward to blogs coming at you as it's cheap entertainment for me! Boldly challenging status quo!<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04092694472903018429noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593146086051042426.post-66988344310919419132012-09-20T23:09:00.000-07:002013-01-27T18:40:39.121-08:00Tough Mudder Symbolizes Life's AdventureI've been in love with challenge courses, but the ultimate big daddy is Tough Mudder.<br />
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Tough Mudder, to me, symbolizes life - extreme, full of crazy obstacles, some times you sweat and others you freeze, you may be in over your head and loose your grip, but if you surround yourself with solid-minded, inspirational, entertaining, high-achieving, supportive people, you’ll not only enjoy the journey, but you’ll come out on top. I crave the challenge and I’m not afraid to get dirty. My personality and drive perfectly fits the <a href="http://toughmudder.com/tough-mudder-credo/">Tough Mudder Credo</a> and I can't tell you how excited I get when I see a fellow Mudder proudly wearing the TM threads!<br />
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I’m currently surrounded by the youthful embrace of individualism and teamwork, a lot like my experience of Tough Mudder. It’s absolutely true that the eclectic and electric environment is a lifestyle. I’ve worked in stuffy environments, and who gets excited to wake up and go to that? I love to work with people who are driven and charismatic that may either love what I love or introduce me to new things. I believe a life surrounded by people who not only challenge you to go outside your comfort zone, but also support your endeavors is essential to a life of fun and fulfillment.<br />
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Protecting this type of environment is so important because it allows open minds, creative thinking, and bold moves. Giving people a platform to share ideas and own them, gives them the power to shine, but also helps the company to succeed. Individually, we can achieve what we set our minds to, but with the force of many heads together, a small idea can become reality and beyond. I fully embrace this lifestyle with flare and vigor.</div>
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Tough Mudder is my IV, shooting me up with essential elements of excitement, challenges and an exhilarating story to tell.<br />
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Live tough by boldly challenging status quo.<br />
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I won't take <a href="http://www.businessinsider.com/instant-mba-the-key-to-success-is-out-working-everybody-else-2012-8">credit</a> for this quote, but I absolutely believe in it. A friend of mine saw this and sent it to me because the article reminded him of me. What a compliment, right?!<br />
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I strive to kick ass no matter where I am and it's usually a positive thing, until I'm on the same playing field as others. At work or in school, people find me as this super threat because I work my butt off and typically, no matter what anyone does or says, I keep at it at a supernova speed. Well, I'm sorry to say, maybe I am a threat. No, I don't have super powers (if I did, I'd want to fly!), I'm not crazy (yet), and no, I don't go all out to throw it in your face. I don't boast about my wins, but I will continue to work hard to reach my next bench mark.<br />
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The article sums me up to a T. I will hopefully be "successful" in life because I out-hustle those around me. I'm not the smartest, most cunning, and I certainly am not a master at anything, but I damn sure will put my heart and soul on the line with everything I do. I won't make myself bland and come down to your level to satisfy you and your lack of self-confidence or drive. Bring it on. You won't be the first or last to try to cut me down to make yourself feel better.<br />
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I feel a bit contradicting as I say "I'm a bad ass out-hustler" along with "no, I won't throw it in your face." OK OK I see it too, don't worry. The point I'm trying to make is that if you really want to get anywhere in life, you need to go after it at full throttle. If you sit in the land of complacency and coast through life, that's exactly where you're going to stay - in the crowd and lost. At full throttle, you can compensate for your weaknesses by working hard and not losing sight of who you want people to remember. I'm confident in me and what I'm capable of, as you should be too.<br />
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For me, I may out-hustle you and be the first to arrive and the last to leave, but what legacy are you going to leave? I may be extremely intense and take life by the horns, but it's in my DNA. Don't hate on me :)<br />
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What you should be focusing on is what "out-hustling" means to you and how you're going to <b>boldly challenge the status quo</b> around you.<br />
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When life gives you lemons, bite ‘em and enjoy the sour taste as it drains down your throat. Next time, you’ll be better equipped to deal with it, even though it’ll still be hardcore painful. <br />
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Sometimes, the toughest situations that make you grind your teeth and make you want to cry in frustration are typically the ones that shape who you become in life. If you easily stride through life without obstacles, then you aren’t putting yourself out there and you aren’t really living. I’ve found myself in countless situations where there was a solid fork in the road...AND for some reason, I always choose the Amazon jungle. Luckily, I know how to use a machete to get through the toughest of terrain.<br />
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Ok, I lied. I don’t know how to use a machete :) But I do always seem to be equipped with some metaphoric tool or another to get to the other side. If/when I ever choose the path of rainbows and butterflies, I may have a lot of photo ops, but I miss the challenge and seriously crave the adventure.<br />
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The Amazon jungle choice I choose, to me, is like the saying, “What's popular is not always right. What's right is not always popular.” People typically like the path most traveled because there is a distinct understanding of what they’ll deal with. Even though it’s not popular, I will fight through the swampy mud, snake venom, bug bites, and thorn scratches because I know, in the end, I will have made the right decision. <br />
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I think the tough journey builds character and understanding of one’s surroundings. I swear I always end up in the same, crazy situations, and I’ll tell you it doesn’t get easier. But it certainly does give me a strong appreciation of how I come out on top and over the hurdle of horror. I’m not going to divulge in this jungle’s pathway, but if I would have been put in an easier situation earlier, I wouldn’t recognize, nor treasure, where I am now. <br />
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I may not know how to perfectly deal with every situation. I’m human, people! But I am proud of me and don’t regret the decisions I’ve made in my life. I’ve taken chances, I’ve never allowed myself to become complacent, and will never cease to surprise the people around me with my new adventures.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FXcgst72Wp0/UDFZgWMiowI/AAAAAAAAAeo/pZwgPOOyvQw/s1600/amazon-jungle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FXcgst72Wp0/UDFZgWMiowI/AAAAAAAAAeo/pZwgPOOyvQw/s1600/amazon-jungle.jpg" /></a>With that said, no matter which path you choose, you need to take it on head high and confident. If you feel any kind of hesitation or regret moving through your body, get the heck out of there or the gorillas will bash you down. The jungle isn’t easy, but nor is life. Equip yourself and get ready to fight for what you want and what you believe it. Be the leader that inspires others to lead. Be someone people won’t soon forget.<br />
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Well overdue too, I have to say the weekend I spent with my cousin, Hailey, was some of the best memories I’ve had in Phoenix yet!<br />
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Background: The Crowe family lives on the San Juan Islands in the most Northwest region of the States. My family used to camp there every summer, and when my grandparents lived in Washington, I’d see them a few more times than just Christmas. However, now that we’re all getting older and meeting together only happens once a year in December, it gets tough!<br />
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I have said before, family is the BEST gift I could ask for. I know what it’s like for family not to care, spend time with you, and ignore you, so I’ve made it my mission to be a part of my cousins’, Hailey and Bjerre, lives. Hailey is now a whopping 15-year-old and Bjerre is a 4-year-old turning 15 :) <br />
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Hails, or more affectionately known as Booger, and I try to stay in touch as much as possible. Facebook, phone calls, texting, you name it! She’s called me when friends are evil to her, she confides in me about her dreams, among other things. I know she looks up to me, which gives me that much more pride and joy to be there for her....and let’s face it, keep myself in line!<br />
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I’ve been telling her I’ve wanted to steal her for ages. Every December we “plan” it out, but this last one, I asked the head honcho, my wonderful aunt, Lisa! I asked her if I flew Booger down to Phoenix, could I actually steal her for a weekend? I was SUPER stoked when she said yes! The first thing I told Hailey was that I’d introduce her to sushi. She thought I was kidding.<br />
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Well, time flew and it was almost surreal that Booger was actually here! If we counted the number of messages between December and July, there wouldn’t be enough fingers and toes in the country to count them. I’m pretty sure we were more excited than a child on Christmas morning! <br />
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While she was here, I introduced her to tons of things. New foods, new places, new lots of things. The day before she got here though, she was extremely adamant about ZERO sushi. It made me chuckle. Yet, when she was here, she was all about new things and came to trust my judgment on what I was introducing her to that once she tried sushi, she wanted more! <br />
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We shopped, we played in the water, we saw movies both in 3D and in recliner chairs at iPic. We went to JumpStreet (room full of trampolines) and took silly photos at an outdoor mall. Best of all, we had some of the most amazing conversations! I was astonished that when I’d listen, she sounded like a friend of mine in her 20s, but I knew she was only speaking with 15 years of experience. <br />
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Spending time with Hails reminded me how much I missed her and how much I wish I could see her even more often. I was so impressed by how incredibly strong, tough and savvy she is at 15. She’s dealt with tough friends and such, but through it, she found her calling in horses. Without horses, she’d be lost. It would have been so easy for her to find the wrong path, the wrong friends and make every wrong decision. Yet, she put all of her eggs in one basket knowing it would keep her happy, safe, and smart.<br />
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I sit here crying (pull it together Britni!) because I’m so happy I have some of the most intelligent, inspiring, and straight up fabulous family members many people dream of. The thing is, if you don’t stop to realize the small things, you’re probably missing out on life’s gems. To me, those are the most precious, meaningful, and most tangible means to happiness. <br />
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Look to the people you surround yourself with, but look to the people who mean the most to you too. What is it about them that makes you yearn to be around them? For me, it’s two things. Selfishly, I love my family and I want them in my life as much as possible. But most importantly, it’s because we all have something to learn from one another.<br />
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Don’t ever forget that.<br />
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How do you find a purpose in things that aren’t tangible? I’ve found that question tough to answer in a career that’s ever-changing. Not only do I not know what I want to do when I grow up, I feel like I can’t find my footing to even propel from. <br />
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For me, tangible accomplishments are a big deal. I know I work hard, but typically, I find myself being “too much” that it becomes a negative energy. Unfortunately, I don’t really know how to dial down my intensity. I don’t know how to communicate to other people that I’m not out for their positions or jobs. I’m sure the way I attack life is a bit off-putting because I work my butt off for what I want or do. I’m a threat to people who can just casually go about their days. Sadly, I find those kind of people frustrating - so much so that they suck the life out of me!<br />
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With my career, it’s still an unknown. I’m captivated with certain aspects, yet NEED to utilize my creativity, strategy and leadership soon or I may go insane. People tell me I already am, :) but meticulously planning my life is called organization - not insanity. The blank puzzle pieces of my life that sit in the middle without a face to where they connect with the overall picture stare fiercely at me daily. I know what they represent. They represent talents and skills I love to use, but have no reason to at the moment. I get to put them into play when school rolls around and, damn, does it feel good! <br />
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What I need to do is find the same thing with the rest of my life. Find a purpose, a purpose that emulates the part of life I enjoy, that captivates others and me, to leave me satisfied. I am not going to wait around for the tangible, meaningful things to knock me upside the head. Yet, if I can’t find them, I will undoubtedly move on.<br />
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Stability is great, but if there isn’t a challenge, you aren’t living to your full potential. If you’re bored, you aren’t captivated. If you can’t find your meaningful, tangible purpose, move ON already!<br />
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It’s about time. I’ve been in beautiful Arizona for 455 days, or about 15 months. I’ve more or less found my groove with work, love being a student again, and found a bunch of odd things to do around the city (I mean suburbia) of Phoenix. These first few months can be compared to the first year of a relationship: you’re a bit uneasy, posing a little bit to morph to what the other likes, and put on a smile when things bother you after you subtly communicate the issue.<br />
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Let’s be real. When do I ever sit in the corner and let life pass before me? Never. Yet, I have morphed a bit to what the majority of people like to do around me. Going out every once in awhile is quite awesome, but when I’m surrounded by people that ONLY do that - I start to get bored. Like I said in my last blog, I’ve identified my missing links. It may sound cliché, but COME ON PEOPLE! We only live once.<br />
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What about you? Do you feel fulfilled with the life you’re living? What do you wish you could do, but just don’t? You could be working for a fantastic company you couldn’t even dream of, surrounded by some pretty entertaining people, living a comfortable life. <br />
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I’ve come to find that I’m pretty intense. I have a colorful personality with a wide range of interests (climbing mountains, theatre, traveling, fishing, fashion, running, music, etc.). Unlike most people, it’s an all or nothing thing for me. I love my intensity! You can’t stop me when I’m on a roll. I just like proving to myself I can do anything. In every situation outside of work, it’s always a positive thing. At work though, my tenacity in a competitive world has needed to be scaled back. It happens every time. I’ve found people love me or hate me, but those I know I rub the wrong way, I work backwards to gain their support. I hate when I disappoint people or know they don't really like me. I tend to have a pretty good intuition about people, but what I need to do is just be true to myself. I know I've talked about this before, so I'll just move on.<br />
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So, I’ve figured out the groove of my daily life. I’ve figured out what I need to stay excited, and I’ve moved away from toxic, mundane, irritating things and people. It’s taken long enough, right?<br />
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Here’s my challenge to you: there is no way that you are completely content with yourself. If you are, you aren’t challenging yourself. You aren’t going after the gold medal, you’re going after the mediocre - you don’t even get an invite to the trials. Obviously, I’m writing this as I watch the Olympics, but the metaphor still stands. I find myself to be a jack-of-all-trades, and a master at nothing. Yet, I know my run for gold is flexibility, building relationships, challenging myself, and versatility. It’s not tangible and trust me, it’s sometimes tough to grasp. But when I reload, shake off, and jump back into action, you better watch out.<br />
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What makes you want to get out of bed? What are the things that you’d fight to the death for? What small things make you smile? If you can figure those things out, write them down, pin them somewhere, or tell someone to give yourself accountability. Don’t sweat the small stuff, do something new every day, and don’t maintain a stagnant life. <br />
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Most of all, go out there and boldly challenge status quo - even if it’s your own status quo.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04092694472903018429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593146086051042426.post-74050087760057229702012-07-27T13:18:00.000-07:002012-07-29T18:33:35.192-07:00Finding Inspiration Again<div id="fb-root"></div><script>(function(d, s, id) {
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVILLMqILsg/UBL1R-eLilI/AAAAAAAAAbo/u0jjIq4OZqc/s1600/457901_10100426287129243_523517162_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bVILLMqILsg/UBL1R-eLilI/AAAAAAAAAbo/u0jjIq4OZqc/s320/457901_10100426287129243_523517162_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">It’s been awhile and don’t get me wrong - I’ve been inspired, but wow! The year has just blown by. I’ve been through my first year as an MBA student, been at Yelp through the wild ride it’s been, and even spent a month in Europe!<br />
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I was on such a high when I came back from Europe. The culture, the history, people, food - the list goes on. I was so inspired by what I saw and learned; I just couldn’t hide it upon return. But then, disaster struck and I dove way down. I was incredibly sad to not be in Europe any more, surrounded by about 50 people from across the world who also decided to take the MBA class like me.<br />
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There was no drama. At all! Weird? I thought so too, but we all clicked like we’d known each other for ages. You could morph into any group for meals, trips during the week, or long excursions on the weekends. I couldn’t have planned a more successful trip!<br />
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What am I missing here that makes me long for that again, or long for school to start up again? It’s people I’m surrounded with that inspire me, challenge me, and genuinely enjoy similar things as me (well mostly outdoor, crazy things!). Most of my close friends have munchkins, significant others, or partake in activities that are true to my character. Totally not judging and so love everyone of them, but I feel like I’m missing something. </div><a name='more'></a><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">The things that make me feel completely whole are being a part of a church community, being outside and doing crazy, outdoor adventures, and being introduced to new things. I miss my Dallas church because it was a community, a family, I could rely on. A family full of solid, good people with so many things we all did together. It was a small, Dallas church of about 10,000 people - yeah that’s small in Dallas - but we did so much and I was able to meet very interesting people. I need to get plugged in here in AZ, but it’s not the same and the one I enjoy is 30 min away. Perspective - if it’s further than 10 miles, it’s far here. <br />
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I guess I’m a bit more intense than most others I know. I run a lot, hike Camelback like it’s nobodies business, and am getting into Crossfit. I’d love to find people who can keep up! Tough to find!<br />
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Well, to get myself plugged back in, I think I’m going to Jamaica for a service project to build homes with a bunch of 20- & 30-year-olds. I love projects like that! It’s so fulfilling and I enjoy every moment. I’m not about illustrating myself as a Jesus freak because I’m not comfortable with it myself, but I’ll do everything outside of that to inspire and do things for others!<br />
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I also found someone who is pretty much amazing, and I wish I would have gotten to know her sooner! Steph Neiheisel (I didn’t even look, Steph! I hope I’m right lol) is so chill, loves the outdoors like I do, is super creative and funky, and has the coolest edge about her that I wish I could capture even an iota amount of. Her passion is makeup, but her creativity spills over to photography, fashion, finding funky hole-in-the-wall local businesses, and of course, blogging! <br />
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We climbed Camelback last weekend and we got off the mountain knowing it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship :)<br />
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So, the moral of the story is, don’t lose out on opportunities. Open up to ideas you may have never thought about. Most of all, don’t hold back! <br />
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Moving to Phoenix has been such a blessing. I practically jumped head first into a sea of opportunities left and right, not knowing when to stop or say no. Those closest to me know that's exactly how I like it – a full calendar with her hands in everything.<br />
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Working for Yelp with wonderful people I can connect with on different levels is something I was definitely missing in Nebraska, and really, even before then. I’m surrounded by intelligent, forward-thinking, entertaining, and constant-strivers-to-be-better people. I have never been as awestruck by the caliber of so many people working for one company as I am with my coworkers at Yelp. Everyone helps everyone succeed. It’s not a blood bath of ignorant, self-serving vampires whom I have worked with in almost every capacity of my past. OK, minus the fangs. I’ve made so many great memories (among them being annihilated by a swarm of Africanized Killer Bees on Camelback Mountain) with so many more to come.<br />
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Then comes school. Not only am I working 40 hours a week (maybe secretly more), I’m also getting an MBA at Arizona State University during nights and weekends. Within that, I'm trying for three concentrations consisting of international business, marketing, and entrepreneurship (most get maybe one). Right off bat, I was elected as our class rep (student advisory board)! I’m also involved in a few other things at school (no surprise) and have absolutely loved the opportunity to continue to be surrounded by a completely different caliber of people from all walks of industries around the Valley. I was absolutely not expecting all of the team work and projects (which take more time than actual class itself), so it’s taken a bit of time to get situated, but hopefully I’m on the right track. First semester with a 4.0 though. Can’t really beat that! <br />
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But it hasn’t been an easy transition. At the beginning of work, I was producing above and beyond results since that’s what I strive to do. There’s a reason my motto/creed/whatever says I’m a blood-sweating slave to perfection. I can’t stand anything less. Granted, I was working 50/60 hour weeks but I was proud of the work I accomplished. Then school hit. No more could I push my limits nor spend extra time on either, especially if I needed it. I definitely found myself breaking down because I wasn’t able to give myself fully to either. I still think I’m slightly in a state of figuring it out, but I’ve come to the realization that with school, I’m not going to be the same person as I was before. I’m bettering myself, but it’s also challenging me to be able to juggle a lot when both entities are expecting the best results. I’m glad people expect the best from me (even when it does get overwhelming), but that just means I have to pick up the pace and learn how to take one thing at a time. <br />
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Maybe I’m a bit out of practice with my constant juggle of a hundred million things. It’s the way I lived my life as an undergrad student, but I haven’t been in the same situation since I graduated almost four years ago. I just love all of the opportunities my life has set before me (with meeting and getting to know so many wonderful people), along with the places I get to visit (like Yelp’s San Francisco HQ or Germany for school), and the events I get to be a part of. I can’t say I make it easy on myself because I sure don’t. Everyone expects the best from me, but I expect even more of myself. Maybe it’s to a fault, but that’s just the way I was wired.<br />
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There’s so much more that I could write about this, but until next time, I’m continuing to hold strong as I boldly challenge status quo.</div>
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Well, my friends, it’s been awhile and what a crazy adventure it has been. I moved from Nebraska to Peoria/Scottsdale/Tempe, Arizona, I started a new job at <a href="http://yelp.com/">Yelp.com</a> as an Account Manager, and started grad school at Arizona State University. I’ve taught a session of Junior Achievement to an 11th grade classroom, became president/student rep for the Student Advisory Board for my grad class, was in my twin’s (Brittany Mahugh/Lyman) wedding, became a happy aunt to a beautiful boy, Cody Harper, and moved three times. I was stung by a handful of Africanized Honey Bees on Camelback Mountain, been in training for a <a href="http://runrocknroll.competitor.com/arizona">half marathon</a>, and signed up for the <a href="http://toughmudder.com/events/socal-2012/">Tougher Mudder</a> in San Diego. I spent two weeks in San Francisco with my beautiful Buhl family, one in Napa Valley with my parents (wine country) and the second working at our home office. I was selected to spend a month in Germany in May for an international trip for class, retained a 4.0 in my first trimester of grad school, and about to get on the college racquetball club.<br />
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And that’s only the a small fraction of it all! I’m so happy to be out of Nebraska. I truly miss my students tremendously and wish I could have brought them all with me, but Britni is back in her own skin. Back doing the crazy things she loves to do and spreading herself FAR too thin for her own good. <br />
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I’ve met some of the most amazing people at both work and school. It’s been great having so many different kinds of friends who love adventure, theatre, outdoors, racquetball, football, coffee, shopping, studying, sun bathing, pets, climbing Camelback, opera, movies, drinking, socializing, and whatever else we could think of at the time. I’ve missed friends so much. <br />
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So my adventure continues. With arms, eyes, and mind wide open. I can’t wait to see what the next few months/years have in store!<br />
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Continuing to Boldly Challenge Status Quo, no matter where I am :)<br />
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You never know when a simple hello, hug or smile will truly make someone’s day. A simple gesture of love or genuine care to show someone you notice them, could be the difference that person needs to have a brighter outlook on life. <br />
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I should have gone into psychology. I’m naturally good at it (not to toot my own horn, but it’s true) and have personal experience dealing with people or observing their reactions to situations. I’m like a heat seeking missile to people in trouble, who need a shoulder to cry on or talk to, who need a little personal direction, or whatever else someone needs. I just get people. I took enough psychology to understand the underlying relationship between actions and reactions, but I also have the knack of observation. Put all of that together and I’m your unofficial counselor friend! <br />
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Going back to the reason for this blog. I’ve been dealing with a few of my students and friends who have troubling outlooks on life. They take reality and create an extreme version in their minds of situations, and then cultivate those thoughts to become their new reality. <br />
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Some people don’t understand why others don’t know how to pull themselves together. Don’t understand why others think the way they do. It can be taxing to try to understand, but it can also be difficult for people to express themselves as well. Maybe someday I’ll go into depth about what I’m talking about, but for now, just trust me. <br />
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Deeply, emotionally, passionately care about the people around you. If you make their day, someday they’ll be there to make yours. <br />
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Boldly challenge status quo.<br />
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Better late than never, right?<br />
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Based on my M.O., nothing should surprise you. Five weeks ago was Spring Break in Curtis (my little 600 person WITH students town, an hour away from any sort of mass civilization) and I was stuck here, all alone, with zero students. I had a few projects to do for NCTA, and during the evenings, I worked on my personal portfolio. I watched so many movies I almost don’t ever want to see another again. Almost. <br />
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Two students came back early to work at a bull sale from Thursday through Monday of break. Well, after a day, they were told they weren’t needed during the weekend. I joked about going to Dallas Thursday night and didn’t think anything of it. Friday rolled around and I finished all of my week’s projects and started craving sushi, so I asked the guys if they wanted to go after their work was done. <br />
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On my way to North Platte (for those of you who don’t know, I live an hour away from any kind of civilization), I got the itch. The itch to go to Dallas. By the time I was halfway, I stopped and asked the guys if they wanted to go to Dallas. Seriously go to Dallas! I’m not sure if they really thought I was serious, but Jed reluctantly and Matt excitedly said yes! So I turned around, packed my bags, and waited for the guys to get home. They knocked on my door, and as I exuberantly jumped up to open it, their faces were full of shock, uncertainty, and unease. Not sure if that was because I was as excited as a little child in a candy store, but let’s pretend that wasn’t the case.<br />
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After I told them my bags were packed and they had 30 minutes to shower, pack and “take care of business,” I closed the door behind me without letting them question the idea any more. Not long after, I heard a knock and saw their bags packed. We were ready to go! I'm pretty sure Matt was pissed that I made him go. He sat in the passenger seat in what I thought was an angry mood. Only when we drove back that he was pulling my leg the whole time. Grrr! So easily fooled!<br />
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It was 7:30PM Friday night when we hit the road in my little Mazda 3 with three giants. Myself driving and the boys about 6’ 5” (LOL) Let’s just say it was more than a tight squeeze. <br />
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At first, the guys only talked about cattle, which they thought was hilarious since I was speeding towards Dallas far away from desolate Nebraska. It was quite ironic, but fun to hear them talk about what they know and love. <br />
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Jed slept practically the whole way, but Matt stayed awake and we talked about everything we could think of in our 12-hour span of driving. We had to stop for gas a few times and let my dog out, but the weirdest stop was in Oklahoma. Matt walked into a gas station asking to use the restroom and the guy behind the counter gave him lip, and was extremely rude! When I walked in, he was a little more cordial, but still gave Matt grief when he came back out of the restroom. It was really weird! When we finally hit the city, it was still dark, but the lights from all of the buildings put goose bumps on my arms because I knew I was back home in my natural habitat. <br />
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When we got out of the car, it was already 65 degrees even before the sun rose, so I knew it was going to be a beautiful day in the neighborhood. We enjoyed it as poor Nebraska was getting snow flurries! We walked into the world's largest a Wal-Mart. The same one my dad said he hoped I had a GPS to navigate through. Everything is definitely bigger in Texas! Matt's first comment was priceless as he walked in. "I could fit a lot of hay in here!" Only ranchers or farmers would ever be reminded of hay storage in large places. Lol <br />
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Fast driving was probably the most exciting part about hitting the city. I was a bit out of sync when I first got there though, as I’m used to 20 miles an hour with zero traffic. Once I got back into the swing of Dallas driving, I was diving in and out of traffic at 10 over (and I was still being passed). The boys about peed themselves because they were not at all used to that. We stopped for coffee and they kept trying to tell me to slow down and enjoy the city. I said I already was, and that’s how it goes in the city so get used to it. They also told me to slow down because I spilled my Starbucks all over the floor. Oh well. They made me another! <br />
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The first real city experience was taking them on the DART (Dallas Area Rapid Transit). Layman terms...a train. I parked my car a few stops up from the city center, and took them on the DART. I’m so used to taking trains or driving through tunnels, but they were a little hesitate to take a train that went under ground. Their nerves were calmed when we got to our destination and started walking. <br />
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It was a Saturday, and in Dallas, the city center is dead on weekends. I think that helped Matt and Jed feel a little more comfortable without all of the hustle and bustle of weekday foot traffic. I'm not sure if they'd ever seen such tall buildings in real life, let alone be right underneath 40+ story buildings. I showed them where I used to work, two stories down from the top. Again, not sure if they thought it was cool or creepy to be that high up! <br />
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After we walked around the block, Matt said he actually felt at ease in the city. This coming from the guy who'd never been farther than Kansas, never been on a commercial plane, and unnerved in the "city" of Lincoln, NE. Maybe it was because he had someone that knew the ropes with him, or maybe his thoughts about city life were changing. ;) <br />
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We took the train back to my car, then headed to my absolute favorite place in Dallas, White Rock Lake. They were shocked that 5 minutes prior, we were stuck in the middle of sky scrapers, only to be struck by a huge lake, far enough away that we couldn't hear a single car. After walking around the bend, I took them across the lake to the Dallas Arboretum, some 66 acres of gardens. Since it was spring, the arboretum was full of tulips to mock the tulip fields in Holland. The guys weren't so sure what I was getting them into, but they continued not to make decisions about what to do so we went in. I was a little edgy leaving my dog in the car on such a hot day, but we walked around for quite awhile. They loved the peace and serenity of the landscape and just couldn't believe they were in Dallas, probably both from the landscape standpoint to the actuality that we had really just driven 12 hours to a distant, unfamiliar land. <br />
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It was about time for lunch, so we thought since we missed out in sushi the night before, we'd get sushi! Rock N Roll sushi in Dallas, was one of my sister's and my favorite sushi joints, so that was where we headed. We parked in DSW's parking garage to get my dog out of the sun, but to also introduce them to my favorite shoe store ever. They found out why I acquired such a shoe obsession really quickly. <br />
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Of course, like most things, the sushi plan fell through as it was closed until dinner time. We ended up getting wraps and sandwiches, and ate outside in the beautiful, breezy 80 degree weather. The crazy, annoying birds of Dallas sang and screamed, which freaked the guys out. They thought wherever they went the birds were going to attack them. It was really quite comical! <br />
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I started searching for hotel bargains and locked us into one I thought was close to Dallas city center. Hardly. It was more in the middle of both Dallas and Fort Worth, but it sure was a bargain! Not only was the area shady, with a Condoms To Go next door, the hotel was nothing to write home about...or maybe we should so people would know where we were if we went missing! We walked in and thought it looked like a crime scene. Multiple crime scenes actually. The mattresses were stained. The bathroom door kicked in. Stale smell of smoke and crap. The pillows flat and funky. Gum stuck under the counters. Floors, counters, everything stained. Later that night, we had a hooker knock on our door. It was sure a bargain, and it was disgusting. <br />
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The guys crashed quicker than a sleepy baby, so I left and cruised spots I used to roam. After getting my car detailed, I went to another lake and talked to my roomster, Desilee, about how much I missed Dallas and that it may not have been a good idea to visit. Finally, after their 5 hour nap, I woke them up to get ready for the Stockyards in Fort Worth. <br />
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We decided against sushi for true TexMex! Garcia's is the local spot that everyone has to try at least once. When we got there, the guys freaked out with the huge line, so we decided to hit up another place. Unbeknownst to us, it was a ritzy TexMex that we weren't dressed for, but ended up walking in. The walk to our table was the longest walk of our lives, but ended up being the second longest since the walk out seemed worse. We were dressed for Billy Bobs, not formal one iota. Our plates ended up being about $50 a piece but the food was to die for! I guess we had to live up the moment! <br />
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Billy Bobs was next, but there was a concert and we didn't feel like paying a bunch of money for that, so we walked the Stockyards. There was a guy riding a longhorn, and Matt overheard a girl ask, "Is that really a cow?" Matt chocked laughing. Oh city folks. <br />
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Matt and Jed felt at home with cowboys and girls roaming the streets. Matt was excited to finally pull out his cowboy hat. They both totally fell in love with Fort Worth. We tried to get into the roping event, but the bouncer at the door tried to scam us so we didn't end up going. Again, double whammy bummer. One friend of mine was going to meet us at Billy Bobs, but flaked out, and another ended up going to the bars instead of having a roof party...yet again, super bummer. Matt was a bit frustrated we didn't hit up a roof party, especially since he was ready to rock! Well, we had the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders to look forward to in the morning. :) <br />
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I had the Dallas trip planned long before to run a half marathon, but haven’t been running much, so thought against it. I did know the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders would be there so I thought I'd take the guys to go see them. We ended up sleeping through our alarm clocks, so by the time we hit the start line, everyone was gone. It was the most detrimental point of the weekend for the guys! So many things could have been better so I felt like I let them down. :( I tried to drive to the finish line, but I didn't know the 60,000-person runner path so we kept getting stuck around them. The guys loved it since they kept seeing hot girls, and even told me to SLOW DOWN. One girl even looked over and smiled at the guys. They're still arguing about who she looked at...still! <br />
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The last big charade was going to church. That was the one thing I wasn't going to miss. The one thing I had butterflies over because I missed it so much. We hit up Starbucks to waste a little time. Mine was too hot so I didn't drink it and thought I'd drink it in church. Idiot me left it on the roof of my car, where i proceeded to drive off with it still up there. Jed practically peed his pants laughing since he saw it drop to the ground. <br />
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The guys walked into our concert-like auditorium with jaws dropped. They're used to maybe 25 people every Sunday. Watermark Community Church is used to far more than 7,000 within three services, and it's considered a small, Dallas church. I felt so at home there and remembered how much I missed the people within its walls. <br />
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Wagner didn't speak like always, and we ended up watching a video of a speaker from the day before. The speaker really hit home the fact that our relationship with God isn't what we present to the world. He used The Notebook as a an example, but wanted to speak to any guy afterward who knew the reference. Funny part was that Matt, his best friend from home, and I watched it maybe a week prior so I was laughing hysterically inside. Matt told me later he didn't dare look at me as he knew he'd bust laughing. We all see the story line as this sweet love story where the husband spends all his last moments with his wife diagnosed with dementia. The husband tells the story to his wife everyday about their young lives of love and loss, but that they end up happily together in the end. What most don't think about is that Aly was proposed to and gave her word to another man, only to break her promise by sleeping with someone else. <br />
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We do the same thing with God. On the outside looking in, we've accepted He's God and that He saved us through faith. Yet, we continue to break our promise by sinning and going to bed with the devil. It was a great analogy! And wouldn't let Matt live it down either. ;) <br />
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We finished the morning off with sushi at a new restaurant I hadn't been to. It was extremely Fung shui with a modern twist. The sushi was top notch and left our bellies full of tasty goodness. Well, everyone but Jed who needed me to stop for four cheese burgers at McDonalds. Worthless. <br />
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On the way home, we became bored fast. Leaving the fast life and speeding back towards the slow life. We ended up playing car games until my migrane about made my head burst. Since I was driving, I hit Matt, Jed hit me, and Matt got Jed. I'm pretty sure both Matt and I ended up with bruises, but we had a blast! Our excitement left us when we saw the first snowflakes. It was devastating to leave the beautiful weather for a snowy scape. Jed fell asleep for awhile so I tried to scare him by hitting him and screaming, but instead Matt jumped out of his skin. I didn't get my intended target, but Matt's reaction was so worth it. <br />
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Celest ended up back with Jed for most of the drive home. Jed must have been filthy because she wouldn't stop licking him! Matt and I chuckled every time we heard, "Celest!" <br />
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We also started having conversations with Kelsey about her room being tagged. The boys had pranked it before we left, but since they were with me, I was an innocent bystander. We knew when we got home, our rooms would have been visited. I just didn't realize both my room and office would be annihilated. <br />
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Our unwelcome theme song was "Whip My Hair" as every time it came on, Matt's blood boiled from hate. Another annoying theme was ALWAYS waiting on Jed! I swear every time we turned we were waiting on him for something! I found out both Jed and Matt were deathly afraid of roller coasters. Too bad Six Fags wasn't open yet ;) Matt was also shocked that every few minutes on the interstate, we were in different cities. He couldn't comprehend how many people and cities were smashed together within the metroplex. <br />
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This is already long enough, but there were so many more memories made that will forever be engrained in our hearts and minds. <br />
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Since then, I’ve traveled to Prague, NE; Burning, NE; Manhattan, KS; and Seattle, WA. Now, I’m about to embark on a new adventure in Phoenix. Life in the fast lane again. I cannot wait. <br />
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Living boldly challenging status quo. <br />
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When I think of this, all I want to do is break out into song... "What is love? Baby, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me. No more!" But that's not what I want to talk about, yet when you love someone, they're bound to hurt you. If you love them enough, is it worth it to work through the pain to make it better?<br />
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One of my students asked me the other day what love meant to me, and she told me she'd explain later. Background: This student doesn't use the word love lightly. Her and her parents hardly even use it for each other, as it's assumed their love is already known. Apparently a few students feel the same way. "People (family & friends) should just know I love them. There's no need to say it."<br />
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Wow, to me, there should never be a day you don't tell the people you love, that you indeed love them. I'm only 25, but there have already been instances where I wish I would have told close family or friends I loved them more. You never know when today will be their last. Or yours.<br />
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Back to my student, it ended up that I gave her a great answer to an in-class question. Yep, I got suckered into it without asking. But I liked my answer enough I thought I'd share it!<br />
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To me love is an expression of deep affection and endearment towards someone, whether they're your spouse, family, friends, etc. I tell people I love them, if I love them enough to be my family. Family is my world, but my family is extensive. I have my blood family, but I also have the work and friend families. I deeply, emotionally care about all of them and their well-beings.<br />
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Love is unexplainable. Love is simple, yet complex. It's what binds us as individuals and societies. It's unconditional. It is infinite and does not vary depending on who or what it is intended for. Life is all about love. If you do the things you love to do around the people you love to be around, you will live a wonderful life.<br />
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Love isn't just about "our other half" out there. Sure it's a piece of it, but it isn't everything. (Check out this article for make-it or break-it signs of a perfect match <a href="http://bit.ly/kesvnL">http://bit.ly/kesvnL</a>)<br />
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Overall, love is an emotion of affection that I illustrate to many with the same intention: care, personal loyalty, and fondness for those around me. So pay it forward, tell those around you that you love them, even if you assume they already know. You honestly never know when you won't have the opportunity to do so any longer.<br />
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But <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">WHAT ABOUT YOU</span>? What is love to you?<br />
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Lovingly and boldly challenging status quo.<br />
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I am very passionate about being a good role model for others no mater how old they are. I also have WSU Cougar blood running through my veins. Washington State University is not only an institution, but it's a community of some of the most genuine and hardworking people I know. It may not have been where I wanted to go at first, but it was exactly where I needed to be and I do not regret that and never will.<br />
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With that said, I am extremely disappointed in our WSU basketball team, the coach and our athletic director. Three students on the team have been caught with marijuana putting a bad taste in everyone's mouth, especially now with national coverage since our team is in the semifinals. As far as legalizing marijuana, I'm not going to use it but I don't really care what happens either way. It's a personal decision, but I'll be the first to not allow my kids around it. However, that's not what I'm frustrated about. It is the fact that marijuana is ILLEGAL at the moment and students who are supposed to be representing WSU in its entirty as a ball player have been caught with it. Moreover, we have an athletic director that lifted the suspension of a ball player just so he could play in the NIC tournament and a coach who started that same player.<br />
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So I wrote a letter to the editor of WSU's Daily Evergreen, which you can read below. What are your thoughts?<br />
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Personally, WSU needs to step it up. Regain respect among Americans. And POSITIVELY boldly challenge status quo.<br />
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<b>Casto and team facilitate embarrassing reputation</b><br />
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With articles from other newspapers like the Spokesman-Review in mind proving Casto’s lawyer has no definitive answer for any question, I am severely ashamed to be a WSU Cougar at the moment. Sure I was rooting for our team and I was a part of the Twitter frenzy when we beat Northwestern, but where do we draw the line?<br />
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I understand the importance of winning and that a coach must win to bring in the dough, but allowing a student to get away with breaking the rules is a sure way to teach our youngsters that it’s OK to be an idiot if you’re famous. Apparently, WSU’s Athletic Director Bill Moos and WSU’s Head Basketball Coach Ken Bone think differently. Even though Moos lifted the suspension, Bone didn’t have to start or play him. To me, rules are rules and should apply to everyone. I am a die-hard Coug just like the next, but I also believe in respect, honor and integrity. Allowing Casto to play in the NIT game illustrates his lack of respect for his university, team and coach, including others around him. There is no honor in destroying a reputation of the team you’re supposed to be representing. Moral principles and integrity? Those were both out the window when he allowed himself to be around the marijuana to begin with. This would have never flown on Coach Bennett’s team.<br />
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I find it strange that his suspension was lifted just because he plead not guilty. Playing on a team isn’t like playing the law. If you flirt with breaking the rules of a team, you disrespect your team and your coach. How can a team trust you? Casto is supposed to be a mature, responsible adult. He should have distanced himself from any temptation, possession or in the same vicinity of marijuana. He should have served his suspension.<br />
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What’s extremely embarrassing is that whether or not he’s guilty, Casto has now made a name for WSU along with his fellow teammates. As a representation of Washington State University, or any other university at that, a student athlete should not break nor flirt with the law. Black and white. That should be the sacrifice to play ball for a university. But those who should enforce the rules should do just that. Allowing Casto to get away with it has now illustrated to the rest of America that WSU students are a bunch of potheads, and I take personal offense to that. Moore, Thompson, Casto, Bone and Moos have together tarnished WSU’s reputation. Who would want to send their child to a university like ours?<br />
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Fortunately, I know WSU is better than that, but instead of getting positive press about our record, we’re getting negative press about marijuana. I can’t imagine the headache for our traveling recruiters. <br />
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I love lists. I'd forget my head half the time if it wasn't attached! If I don't write things down, I forget (thanks Dad). And then I feel extremely empowered when I finish a task and blissfully scratch it off my list. Then there are times when I write as a form of thinking, brainstorming, processing, reflecting. Sometimes getting everything out on paper puts me at ease when my mind is racing.<br />
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So when you have those times, or if you just feel like reflecting, come back to this list. You never know how your answers will change over time, and which ones don't. Have fun!<br />
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List as many as you can:<br />
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<li>People who have influenced or inspired you</li>
<li>Things you are grateful for</li>
<li>Places you have been</li>
<li>Places you want to go</li>
<li>Books you’ve read<a name='more'></a></li>
<li>Your favorite things – what brings you joy?</li>
<li>Good things that happened this week</li>
<li>The best things that happened in the last year</li>
<li>The best days of your life.</li>
<li>The songs for the soundtrack of your life</li>
<li>Acts of kindness you’ve committed</li>
<li>Things you want your children to know about you</li>
<li>Reasons why you love your significant other</li>
<li>The high points for your autobiography</li>
<li>People who love you</li>
<li>The cutest things your kids ever said</li>
<li>Everything you would do if money were no object</li>
<li>Favorite gifts you’ve ever received</li>
<li>Favorite gifts you’ve ever given</li>
<li>Occupations that you have ever wanted to have (including when you were a child)</li>
<li>The best advice you’ve gotten.</li>
<li>The worst advice you’ve gotten.</li>
<li>Things you’re procrastinating</li>
<li>Ways you calm yourself down when you’re angry.</li>
<li>The best ideas you’ve ever had</li>
<li>The best projects or organizations you’ve ever been involved with</li>
<li>The ways you have grown since your early 20’s</li>
<li>The most beautiful things you’ve ever seen</li>
<li>The greatest lessons you have learned</li>
<li>Life’s lessons that you learned the hard way</li>
<li>Things that have mad you laugh until you cried.</li>
<li>Qualities you most admire in others</li>
<li>Qualities others most admire in you</li>
<li>The elements of an ideal year</li>
<li>All the compliments you’ve ever gotten</li>
<li>Foods that you have eaten that are so good that others could hear you enjoying them</li>
<li>The times you have asserted yourself</li>
<li>Things that inspire and energize you</li>
<li>The places where you feel completely comfortable to be yourself</li>
<li>The most important turning points in your life</li>
<li>Times when you looked and felt your absolute best</li>
<li>The things you’re good at</li>
<li>What you would do with the power of invisibility</li>
<li>Things you want to teach your children</li>
<li>Things you still want to do in life</li>
<li>Bits of trivia that most people don’t know about you</li>
<li>The things you love about your body</li>
<li>Accomplishments you are most proud of</li>
<li>The things you love about your home</li>
<li>Who (living or dead) you would invite to your dream dinner party</li>
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<li>Huskers or Bust.</li>
<li>“Farmers” grow crops. “Ranchers” raise cattle. “Trucks” are semis. “Pickups” are the things most people drive. </li>
<li>Farmers never get tax refund checks.</li>
<li>Slow life is comfortable. Big cities are normally unnerving.</li>
<li>Many have never been farther than 100-200 miles from home, let alone in a plane.</li>
<li>Can't stand to be indoors.</li>
<li>Always willing to help. Even with the not-so-fun jobs.</li>
<li>Dogs are house hold commodities. Cats are a given (outside) for mousing purposes.</li>
<li>Small animal 4-H is a joke. Livestock showing is their art.</li>
<li>Can start driving at 13.</li>
<li>Beer is always available after a day of work.</li>
<li>To gain respect fast, don't be afraid to get dirt under your fingernails. Eating a fresh rocky mountain oyster does the trick too.<a name='more'></a></li>
<li>The older generation has been the most compassionate and caring to me.</li>
<li>As an outsider you will be judged unless you prove your worth</li>
<li>Politics and gossip are worse here than anywhere else I've been...and I lived in a sorority</li>
<li>Driving an hour or two to a store is common.</li>
<li>Booze cruising is driving around with a case of beer, “shooting shit”, and not returning until that case is gone. Wow. So dangerous!</li>
<li>Cowboy boots and big buckles are a must.</li>
<li>Horses are better for ranching than four wheelers. Can't beat a good working horse.</li>
<li>I've learned families I’ve visited are some of the most welcoming I've ever met.</li>
<li>Watch out for deer.</li>
<li>Rocky mountain oysters are bulls’ balls.</li>
<li>Heifers haven't had a calf yet. Cows have been mommas. Bulls have balls. Steers don't. </li>
<li>“Pulling calves” could mean getting a chain and cranking it out. Ouch.</li>
<li>Cedar trees are the most hated tree. They suffocate the land and spread like weeds.</li>
<li>Angus beef is exactly like any others. Angus PR people are just better.</li>
<li>Herefords are the most versatile breed of cattle, or say Hereford owners say.</li>
<li>John Deere stores are everywhere.</li>
<li>If it snows enough, highways close.</li>
<li>Don't try to drive 1500 mikes in a snow storm.</li>
<li>Proud of their farm/ranch land.</li>
<li>Local cops are awesome. State cops will ticket you every time.</li>
<li>Cruise control is your best friend.</li>
<li>1000 acres won't really get you that far, but depends on where you live.</li>
<li>Wind can be relentless.</li>
<li>May not be Ivy League, but I guarantee our students have worked harder and longer manually than Ivy students.</li>
<li>Endless time to reflect.</li>
<li>Change, revolution and evolvement is needed but not usually wanted.</li>
<li>Communication is key. You never know when you're going to need someone’s help.</li>
<li>Don't break bridges. It's a small town. Break one, good luck building it back on your own.</li>
<li>Don’t come into a town expecting to change a mindset. It's not your town.</li>
<li>It's typical to see a young kid driving a massive semi.</li>
<li>Hopefully you enjoy rolling hills and minimal scenery change.</li>
<li>Going to the bars to be social is normal.</li>
<li>Parties happen during the week as most students leave to go work on the farm/ranch on the weekend.</li>
<li>The stars are brighter here than anywhere else I've been.</li>
<li>Puddle jumper is a tiny plane route.</li>
<li>Taking a puddle jumper with one other passenger is normal. You can also watch the pilot and copilot fly. Pee before hand. Margaritas are served after 1.5 hrs in the air. Bummer it's only 45 min.</li>
<li>Roping for hours on end apparently NEVER gets old.</li>
<li>Computers are still not accepted for the most part in college classrooms.</li>
<li>Country music is king.</li>
<li>If you ever need a pocket knife just ask. Most everyone has one.</li>
<li>Rodeo team has more people on the team than volleyball, basketball and golf teams combined.</li>
<li>Chewing tobacco is socially acceptable but still gross.</li>
<li>Buckle Clothing stores are everywhere.</li>
<li>Graduating from high school with 10 others is common.</li>
<li>The Curtis Rotary must never sleep. They’re involved in everything!</li>
<li>Vet bills rock! Super cheap and awesome people!</li>
<li>Lucky to have a chain store in small towns. Ours doesn’t.</li>
<li>It's rude not to wave to every driver. Even if you don't know them.</li>
<li>You learn exactly who you are and who you want to be.</li>
<li>One finger off the steering wheel counts as a wave.</li>
<li>Most pets live and stay outside.</li>
<li>If you don't have a sporting dog for hunting or herding dog, your dog is practically worthless. Except my dog that students like for tricks and feeding pounds of pretzels and Twizlers to.</li>
<li>Buzzards really do flock to one tree.</li>
<li>If you want your car clean, put it in a garage or clean it practically every day.</li>
<li>Opinions are your own. They're also meant to be shared.</li>
<li>Theaters are community run. The only place you can still go to a movie for $3 on Monday.</li>
<li>Sheriff told students on their first day seat belts don't have to be worn in town.</li>
<li>The mall consists of a bank, flower shop , post office, and gift shop.</li>
<li>Signal lights, if any, are just blinking red or yellow lights.</li>
<li>County roads are all dirt.</li>
<li>Sometimes too much time to think can be dangerous.</li>
<li>Being cultured and randomly experienced is an asset.</li>
<li>Patience and flexibility is a must.</li>
<li>People tend to be more open about their thoughts and feelings than in other places I've lived.</li>
<li>Using studded tires during the winter is for sissies.</li>
<li>Tractors larger than dinosaurs drive on the freeways.</li>
<li>The first two numbers on NE license plates indicate the county it's registered in.</li>
<li>When asked for my ID people aren't used to letters.</li>
<li>Don't forget what county your in if you're on the freeway. If you call 911 and don't know the"closest" police force may be an hour away instead of 10 min. I.E if you hit a deer.</li>
<li>Owning 5 different pickups plus your daily use vehicle is normal on a farm/ranch.</li>
<li>If you aren't patient, you'll go insane...so that's what's wrong with me.</li>
<li>Fishing here is usually catch and release. What a shame!</li>
<li>My self titled "Oregon Trail General Store" carries all the essentials.</li>
<li>Most services are cheaper.</li>
<li>Helicopter parents are more vicious here.</li>
<li>It could be 16 degrees one day and 71 the next.</li>
<li>I have been in horse country and I’ve yet to ride one since I’ve been here :( Sad</li>
<li>It’s practically understood that when hunting season is here, most students won’t be in class.</li>
<li>During crop season (or whatever it’s called when it’s harvested...is it harvest? Lol) yet again, students will go home to help the family farm during the week. Again, totally acceptable. Never would that be allowed in the city.</li>
<li>You can make quite an impact. I’ve learned students here are very open and honest about their feelings, hopes and dreams. Hopefully I’ve been able to lead them on a path to success.</li>
<li>UPDATE: This was a repeat from above. New: Sushi IS available in Nebraska. Cowboys and girls are afraid of it, but some of them are gutsy enough to go with me to try it. (Then they find out the really like it...but may not admit it!)</li>
<li>If you buy showy cowboy boots, they’ll be called poser boots. “If they can’t get shit on them, what’s the point?” lol Obviously, I have poser boots.</li>
<li>They all know how to swing and line dance. Where’d they learn it?! I’m jealous.</li>
<li>Manners, courtesy, and care usually run strong through people here. Men open doors for women, women take care of those who are sick, etc.</li>
<li>Big and bold is better. Big, chunky necklaces, huge belt buckles, loud pickups, and lots of horse power.</li>
<li>Netflix has become my best friend.</li>
<li>Started blogging as my way to express my thoughts since I didn’t have my best friends here, but morphed into a personal project of trying to impact people through words. All part of that reflection time here.</li>
<li>Last but not least, Nebraska has taught me to appreciate the simple life. To slow down and take in the fresh air. To really learn to understand God’s purpose and to actually listen. It’s not something I am fond of, but being forced to slow down really makes you think about life.</li>
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What do you think? Anything I'm missing?<br />
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Side note: My title makes me want to yell out in a cheer from high school! (Dedicated to my Wolf Pack!) <br />
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I get so annoyed with myself. When friends are stressed, heartbroken, unnerved, or frustrated with life, my heart literally aches for them and I can’t seem to get it off my mind. The motherly instinct kicks in (and I don’t even have kids yet!! Good grief!) and I just want to fix everything. I hate when I can’t help people, or fix problems. It’s the same reason why I hate when people are disappointed or mad at me, and I have no control over changing their opinion. Why is it that we have such deep bonds like this for our dearest friends and feel helpless when we can’t fix the pain, or why we go to any length to help those in need? But more so, why don’t we trust each other enough to be completely open and honest so those of us that want to fix it can pinpoint the problem!? <br />
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Simple answer. We’re human. Past experiences of others destroying our capability to trust others. The thought that others are judging us for being “weak” when pouring our hearts out. Because we have become a selfish public without genuine care or the art of listening. And because it becomes humorous when we struggle with ignorance. If you saw a man repeatedly running into a wall until he was a bloody pulp, after awhile it would make you laugh because it was so absurd. For this exact reason, we throw the wall up to relieve ourselves from embarrassment. It is unfortunate that we build walls so high and tough, that few people know how to break through. No one wants to get hurt, but life isn’t about being safe.<br />
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I tend to forgive people far too often and easily that those who’ve hurt me before have repeated the offense (so yes, I’m that man with blood running down my face sometimes). But for the most part, I can’t hold grudges and I try to give people the benefit of the doubt. Sure, people might say I get “run over” frequently, but I’d rather trust that people have some kind of honor before I dismiss them. We will ALL make mistakes, and not accepting this fact adds to the ignorance of the human race.<br />
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Back to our friends. Sometimes the toughest people to crack are the ones that need it the most, which brings me back to my first point. My mind never stops thinking, which is HIGHLY exasperating. Thinking so much has often gotten myself into trouble, and I start to stress when I list out the projects I need to accomplish or the people I wish I could help. It’s like grasping for air when you’re at the bottom of the ocean. You never seem to get to the surface. Who can be successful like that?<br />
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You can’t. You have to learn to breathe underwater. Learn to put that never-ending list into priorities of the most important to the least important. Learn to tackle obstacles one at a time. Part of dealing with things, though, is finding those you trust dearly, who you know would never judge you for what you say or do, who you know will give you the best advice and not necessarily what you want to hear. It’s the hardest thing to let people into our hearts because we don’t want to get hurt, but a life of pushing people away is a life lived alone. A life you can’t share with anyone. <br />
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We all struggle with it, but if we embrace it, we may be able to make a difference in someone else’s life, including your own. <br />
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Don’t forget to care about those most important in your life and don’t forget to tell them. Learn to forgive. Learn to listen. Let people in.<br />
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“A friend is a hand that is always holding yours, no matter how close or far apart you may be. A friend is someone who is always there and will always, always care. A friend is a feeling of forever in the heart.” <br />
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Live boldly challenging status quo.
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I used to hate writing. English was my least favorite subject and I dreaded writing multiple page papers. My love during grade school was dissecting the unknown of science, but most of all living a life to better the lives of those around me. The same still exists. Every day is an adventure waiting for me to take hold and discover its meaning. Each presents opportunities to influence lives and cherish the memories created. <br />
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I may not articulate my thoughts perfectly or use the most intelligent words, but I’m not trying to impress you with my words. I’m trying to spark something inside you. Maybe one of my blogs will take ahold of you, or awaken some part of you that’s been dead. Maybe they’ll influence you to pay good things forward instead of hold a grudge about someone who’s done you wrong. Maybe you won’t agree with me, or maybe you will. I don’t mind either way. These are my thoughts. I don’t want to think for you. I don’t want to puppet your life. But I do want you to challenge yourself to be the best you can be. Not to give yourself excuses. Those are worthless. Life will have many obstacles and it’s how you overcome them that makes you who you are or who you want to become.<br />
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My weakness of writing has become a strength. A strength to illustrate to the world who Britni Freiboth really is and what goes on inside her mind. I am not perfect and I will not pretend to be. I will let people down, I will make mistakes, I will hurt people I don’t intend to hurt, and I will fail. But if I just lay down and not get back up, then my life will be worthless. Worthless should never be a word I ever want to use to describe my life, nor should you use it for yours.<br />
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Go forth with courage, vigor, and strength to be who you want to be. Leave this life with nothing more to give because you’ve used every gift God gave you. If you hate something, find a way to see it in a different light. Mold your weaknesses into strengths. Never give up. <br />
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Ten years ago today the world lost one of the most genuinely, kind women God ever created. Not a day goes by without her memory in my mind, and I know the same is true for those closest to her. <br />
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You never know what you have until it’s gone. I hate this quote because it’s so true and so difficult to swallow when we lose people we love, but something we all need to embrace and remember every day. We don’t appreciate the blessings in our lives because so many of us take them for granted. Why? Because they’ve become a comfortable, trusted element in a person’s life, only to find out that nothing is for eternity while on earth. <br />
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My grandma and grandpa were a huge part of my life growing up. As an accident baby (Yep, thanks to my dad’s anatomy class, you sit there reading this!), my parents hadn’t had all of their ducks in a row yet, so my grandparents babysat me a lot. Maybe it was that bond created at such an early age that I have always held them so dear and close to my heart. They continued pouring their love by showing up to choir concerts, attending sporting events, not missing birthdays or holidays, and allowing my sister and I to spend weekends with them just so we could enjoy their love even more. <br />
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I know I’ve stated before in other blogs, but I never realized how much I appreciated them taking the time to be a part of my life until my grandma passed away. She had allowed us to be a part of her life, to show us the life of a humble, loving, caring, honorable woman...the thought we need to remember as we live our own lives. I try to live by her memory by spending time with my friends and family as much as I can. Visiting my family all over the country and making sure they know I care about them. Keeping my cousins close to my heart and reaching out to them so they also know I’m here for them. The most essential part of life is love and sharing it with those you care about. I love my dearest friends and family, and I will NOT let them forget that. <br />
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It may seem weird, but sometimes I get the feeling that she’s thinking of me, or near me somehow. Sometimes I see people who look like her, and it’s like she’s inside them saying hello or letting me know she’s OK. Random things smell like her and the same thoughts flow through my head. The hardest experience to endure without her was my high school graduation, but as I was sitting there with hundreds of my other classmates, time stood still and I knew she was there in the crowd. Tears rolled down my face because she wasn’t there in the flesh, but my grandpa was. He represented them both, but I’m not sure if he’s realized how much that has meant to me throughout the last 10 years. I dearly love my Wilde side of the family because they’ve never held back their love for us and each other. <br />
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Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. After my grandma passed away, my mom encouraged us girls to do everything we wanted to, even if that meant we weren’t home much. “Spend time with your friends, stay involved in church, participate in as many sports as you can, don’t hold back, don’t have regrets. Life is far too short.” My mom really embraced that last thought. I remember sitting in the car with her after my grandma passed away, and she told me not to ever forget it. To this day, I try to do everything I can to live by that request. <br />
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Her flesh may be gone from the earth, but her spirit lives on ever so strong in our hearts. When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure. Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. <br />
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If we don’t share with others the thoughts on our minds, we allow them to miss out. Maybe we don’t let our emotions out about the people we love, the things we want to accomplish, or tell others about those who’ve influenced us. If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater. No matter what the case may be, we do ourselves and those around us a disservice by not saying what’s on our minds. We may miss out on potential happiness or making a difference in someone’s life. <br />
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“I am responsible. Although I may not be able to prevent the worst from happening, I am responsible for my attitude toward the inevitable misfortunes that darken life. Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself.” <br />
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She may be gone, but her memory has shaped my life and attitude. I know she’s watching and all I can hope is that everything I do makes her proud. <br />
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I was hesitant to watch "The Social Network" because I didn't want to support the bashing of Mark Zuckerberg. I had some kind of ethical issue about it, but honestly it didn't depict Mark in bad light at all. Merely everyone else's selfish and ignorant personalities. After watching it, I think the movie still articulates Mark's tremendous success and the self-pity of the Harvard twins. Granted Mark may have been swayed once or twice by people of influence, but honestly, he created the phenomenon with little help from those who sued him, minus his initial "CFO" who was manipulated out of the picture by Napster's super power, Shawn Fanning. So, attacking Mark was the wrong way to go. Glad “CFO” Saverin's name is back on facebook, but otherwise, more power to Mark! <br />
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Of course, this is just a movie and you never know how much of it was false, but it sure was quite a story. Glad I decided to watch it to form my own opinion! <br />
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