When Losing a Job, a House, and a Drink Turns Into Gaining Myself

The Truth Will Set You… Confused (Then Free)

Two of my biggest pet peeves are being late and lack of communication. Well, one of those just cost me a job.

Am I mad? No. Was I confused? Hell yeah.

Last weekend, I cared. I felt bad. I replayed it in my head. This weekend, though? I realized it was just the universe’s way of saying: “Girl, you didn’t belong there anyway.”

The Job That Wasn’t

I got fired from a job due to their lack of communication. Assuming I’ll magically be somewhere without telling me is wild—but apparently, that was the expectation.

Here’s what happened: nobody told me I was scheduled last Saturday. So when I didn’t show up (because I’m not psychic), I got a 3 PM text message firing me for missing the shift. That was it. Done and dusted in a couple of blue bubbles.

At first, I felt like I’d messed up. But then I realized—nah, this wasn’t about me.

The House Call

Since we’re being honest, here’s another truth: I’m letting my Norfolk house go into foreclosure. Why? Because I can.

Why keep making payments on two houses where there’s zero profit and no end in sight? I’d rather put my energy (and money) into building forward momentum instead of treading water.

Is it scary? A little. Is it embarrassing? Maybe. But is it also freeing? Absolutely.

Confidence in the Chaos

Here’s what I’m learning: confidence isn’t about being polished or having everything figured out. Confidence is being able to say, “Here’s what’s happening. It’s messy, but it’s mine.”

I could spin these things as failures—a lost job, a lost house. But I don’t see them that way. The job was never going to be worth the drama. The house stopped being a home the second it held me back instead of lifting me up.

Sometimes honesty feels like ripping off a bandage. But once it’s off, you breathe easier. That’s where the confidence sneaks in—not in pretending, but in owning your truth out loud.

Bachelorette Energy, Hold the Hangover

And because life isn’t all doom and drama, let’s talk about a win.

Last weekend, I went on a bachelorette vacay to Massanutten, and for the first time, I didn’t have a single sip of alcohol. I was proud of myself. (Okay, yes—I smoked a little, but progress is progress.)

And you know what? I had an amazing time. Saturday night, we hung out at the house, and the girls were definitely letting loose. It was wild, hilarious, and exactly what a bachelorette weekend should be.

But for me, it was also bittersweet in the best way. I got to participate, laugh, dance, and make memories right alongside everyone else—but then I woke up the next morning feeling great. No hangover, no regrets, just clear-headed with a weekend full of memories I actually remembered.

We also went tubing down some river that was apart of the resort. It was the reset needed. Peace and solitude, yet surrounded around uplifting women. I could not have asked for a better weekend for my best friend.

It was the kind of moment that reminded me fun doesn’t have to come with a price tag the next day.

Meanwhile, in Brighter News…

My summer classes have officially ended, and I start back up in one week. LET’S. FREAKING. GOOOOOO.

This is my last full year—if everything stays on track, I should graduate in December 2026. And this next semester? I’m taking sports writing during football season.

So yes, I’m fired up. AND get ready for the blogs during that time.

LET’S GO GMEN! 🏈

✨ The short version? I didn’t lose anything. I shed what wasn’t serving me, gained memories that actually matter, and created space for the things that light me up—like chasing graduation, writing about football, and finally stepping into the future I want.