Moving: top 5 thoughts of a 50 something vs a 20 something

This is a short post of my mother and I’s Top 5 thoughts in regards to moving. Several months ago I moved from sunny Los Angeles, CA to Georgia. I packed up and drove my little car, hauling my life from the West Coast to the South…alone. It was a scary yet indescribable, amazing feeling. I had thoughts and plans of course. I wanted to compare my thoughts then with those of my Mother who made the same move (not alone, I drove with her 🙂 ) one month ago.

Here are our top 5 thoughts about this move (in no specific order)…

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Moving: Hardest Pill to Swollow

The toughest thing for me since being here has been the job hunt! I’ve never been one to give up easily nor have I been “unemployed” for longer than 3 months (a summer’s time). But coming here I felt like it was a fresh chapter and with my educational background and work ethic I’d get into one of my chosen career fields “in no time.” I mean heck I’d done it numerous times with ease in Los Angeles (a big city) and I had no problem in Fresno (where I got my adult start), so what would be the challenge here besides hella miles, wide open spaces and what I’d thought would be a small decrease in pay?

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New Moves for the New Year!

Happy New Year beautiful people. I’ve been trying to plan post topics to continuously get content out to you all. While I’ve come up with a few ideas and have been given a few ideas of what to cover, I couldn’t bring myself to really plan out posts. I don’t know, I felt I was forcing it and I NEVER to force what I said. I want to share true, authentic and real topics and experiences that I have for you all to learn from and/or know that you are not alone.

As previously mentioned I made a big move from California to Gerogia (also a big pay cut). More recent, my mother made the move as well. The next few posts will cover moving, finances and family living together. I hope these next few posts will be insightful and a pleasure to read.

Thank you all for joining my journey and I wish you well on yours!

– Viola Constance

Parenthood: Parenting When not a Parent

Vi’s Parenting 101 Rule 4: play a supporting role in your child’s life at all times and all ways possible.

As mentioned in previous post, I assist in caring for my niece. Since moving to GA, I am more involved in Hands-On in her life. I never really thought so right about this before until today. There has been a few small incidents recently related to school. From school staff, to classroom issues with the teacher and with students. I’ve been pondering what to write about, but after picking my niece up from school today I decided to start writing about parenthood, from a child-less aunt’s perspective. Also, honestly, I guess I needed to vent. I would like to get a community of parents including single, biologically, non-related and related guardians talking and sharing.

So let’s backtrack.

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What About Your Friends: vol. 2, The Power of Friendship

About one month ago I posted the following to my snap:

“Love my friends. We’re all walking down our own paths, but to still be there for one another no matter the distance, time difference, etc…” posted on voila.its.viola on 8/2/18

This hit me at a time where I felt like I had just gotten it all together and now it was falling apart and all I could do was smile. I had been in a constant communication with two friends (Domo and Drea) who I basically share almost everything with. I’d been a little in my feelings about other friends that are never around or answer when I need them, but I’m always there for them.

My friend Mario called me via Facebook at bootycall hours. At first I wasn’t going to answer, but after just waking up from a horrible dream and reading a bible verse I picked up. Something told me to talk to him. Plus, I’ve come to learn that when folks call at that hour it’s usually bad news. At first I joked with him “hey man, what I tell you about calling me during these hour?” Lol. He apologized and shared with me the loss of his mother. Continue reading

6-Week Fitness Challenge

Yesterday my fitness challenge has ended and I am disappointed. Eh, maybe not disappointed, but I feel a ways about it. Not with the program. Not with the journey. And believe it or not not with myself. My own personal fitness goals were to start eating better, drop some pounds (at least 10), and more importantly loose body fat. I’m still not sure exactly what besides not meeting the goal the gym set for me. Loose 6 percent body fat. My BMI was high y’all. I feel something like a failure.

I knew it would be challenging as I am not as young or active as I used to be. However, I was pushing myself to stick to it and give my all for the results, not just temporarily but for life. In the beginning I wasn’t seeing results, but during weigh in the results were there and a bit unbelievable to me. Then halfway into to it, it seemed to flip. I was losing pounds and body fat and BOMB, all of a sudden body fat increases. It hit me hard.

Beginning weigh in: 159lbs and 29% body fat

Final weigh in: 147lbs and 26% body fat

Blog Break: Brief Homelessness

I’m back! Again. After about one month of blog silence, I’m back. I didn’t have brain freeze, nor was it due to lack of content, but homeslessness. Yes, you read that right. I’ve been struggling with accepting it and sharing it with others other than those involved and my mother. It was tough, but now I’m ready and able to share.

In the last 3 months I’ve moved at total of four times. Yes, you read right, four. Not really by choice if you will, but more so for a purpose. In my hiatus, I stressed about not being employed for a spell, not being about to contribute to household bills let alone clear my credit cards and more. And in the same breath I began working on myself inside and out. I completed a gratitude challenge with 21ninety, I kicked out cash (my last at the time that was gifted to me for a new camera) that I really didn’t have for a 6-week gym challenge and membership. Aside from caring for myself, I would also be caring for my six-year-old niece part-time. It didn’t seem like a lot. The bigger picture was always in mind.

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