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  • Writer's pictureNicole Ogg

The how and why of my Real Life Sh*t.

Good morning, afternoon, evening…whatever time it is while you’re reading this. I want to thank you, first of all, for visiting my blog and reading the first post! And second, I want to remind you that YOU ARE DOING THE BEST THAT YOU CAN. Sometimes our best is just waking up, making coffee, and getting something to eat, while other times it’s slaying the presentation and landing a very important client for the company you work for. Your best is going to vary day to day. Don’t beat yourself up about it. Grab your surfboard and ride the wave, hunny!


I’ve written this post several times but I’m sticking with this last version. So as my first blog post, I wanted to dive a little deeper into who I am and what led me to this adventure, without writing a book. So here we go! Most of us have all experienced heartbreak from a lover at some point in our lives. Whether it was a boyfriend, girlfriend, someone you had a crush on, someone you were “talking” to, or maybe even a spouse. I remember my first heartbreak being my high school boyfriend…because you know, I thought that was what love was supposed to be. It wasn’t. We broke up, I went off to college, had a couple years of fun before I met the man who I would eventually marry and call my husband…then I would go on to call him my ex-husband. And my most recent heartbreak, my first relationship after my ex-husband. The hot and heavy long-distance relationship that ended as quickly as it began. The ever changing seasons of love have been amazing and cruel but I’ve learned that not all things in life are meant to be permanent.


It was during my transition from a young, married woman to a young, separated woman that I realized this is real life shit. Life doesn’t always go as we plan. Actually, I don’t think it ever goes as we plan. And sometimes you move 3 hours away from your family, friends, and hometown in hopes to live your happily ever after, then one day that happily ever after crashes and burns forcing you to pick up the pieces and start constructing a new happily ever after. I went from supporting my boyfriend/fiance through graduate school, to depending on my husband and his income after moving to Cleveland, to being an independent and successful healthcare professional and living the solo life in Cleveland. It was scary. I was fearful. Throughout these stages there were days I didn’t think I’d make it through and there were days where I felt like I was on top of the world. It was a rollercoaster but I feel like most of us have experienced that rollercoaster feeling. But I started writing and writing and writing some more and now I’m facing my fear of failure and sharing these workings with you.


Everything you want is on the other side of fear.” -Jack Canfield


My goal in this is to share experiences, thoughts, life lessons, fears, advice, and all of the things that I’ve learned about life in my short 29 years in hopes that even just one of you will be able to connect or relate and maybe even learn something to help you.


So, to sum up this introduction, I want you all to know that my experience will not be your experience and vice versa. But through this forum, I hope we can all learn something from one another. Today, I hope you learned that even in the worst situations, the situations you feel are never going to end, or you’re never going to be able to dig yourself out of, YOU WILL IF YOU WANT TO. It’s going to be hard, there will be sacrifices and tears, but it will show you your strength, and hunny, YOU ARE STRONG.

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