Sometimes all you need is a Yoss

In my very first post I mentioned how part of my reason for needing to find bliss was because I had transformed from person A to person Z in a matter of months and I hated everything about it. And this is true.  I went from attending church every weekend to attending the bar every night.  Not only did I attend church but I worked at it.  I went to meetings, I taught in the kid’s church, I made announcements to the congregation, as well as recorded videos during the week to be watched the following Sunday.  And I was happy but I also missed going out on the weekend, dancing with my friends, getting a buzz going, and letting loose.  And so I slowly pushed church out of my life and completely immersed myself into a care-free (literally I didn’t care about anything and had no motivation to grow as a person) lifestyle full of partying, friends, and fun.  And it was fun.  It was a blast.  I mean look at these pictures and tell me how this doesn’t look like fun?

Danielle and I at Boiler Room. Love her

Shelby and I at the Gorge for DMB

Oh Sergio... hahaha

Halloween night with Jess (aka J shrooms)

Me Amanda, and Natalie my Lucy <3

beer pyramid after power hour (terrible headache in the morning)

My christmas tree Mac at our Christmas Party :)

But I started to miss person A. I missed feeling proud and motivated and peace.  PEACE was the biggest thing I missed.  Living with 4 other people in a huge party house was a blast but it was FAR from peaceful. 

So, I tried all over again.  I moved out of the house and started this blog on my search or bliss. And even though I knew I made the right choice for me, I still felt depressed, confused, and lonely.  I felt so far from bliss that I didn’t even know where to look for it.

And along came Yossel.  Yossel and I became friends over a year ago and a couple days ago he summed up years of searching in a matter of minutes.  Yossel too struggles with having two very different sides to his personality.  The difference though is that Yossel doesn’t choose one over another like I’ve been trying to do all these years.  He accepts that he is both person A and person Z… or as he calls them Clark Kent and Superman.  He explained that he doesn’t force himself to be one or the other.  Everything in moderation right?

So I have DayKylie and NightKylie.  They hate each other, but they rely on each other in order to stay sane.  Since I have accepted both of these sides as me, I have felt a weight lift off my shoulders and I am a step closer to bliss.

Find Your Bliss

      xoxo,

          Kylie