The Day Has Come...

My Life is Frum has reached over 10,000 views! Hooray! And it's all thanks to you guys and all those blessed people who google image searched "dead michael jackson picture" and came up with my page. (Strangely, there were a lot.) I love you guys. And BECAUSE I love you, I'm just gonna be honest with you. I'm probably not writing much more on this blog. It served its time and purpose. I may write every once in a while, but for now, consider this an ending to a very wonderful period in my life. (Just watch, now that I've said goodbye, I'm going to become an avid writer...we shall see!)

You guys are the best!

XOXO,
Feisty :)

Marriage Prep 101

I wasn't sure I would write more on this blog, but I think for now I've decided to see how I feel about blogging about this new part of my life and take it from there.

I'd really love to talk about marriage now and what I've learned so far.

Lesson #1: Letting Go

I'd like to reiterate the fact that it's absolutely not what I expected, it's way more complex and 100 times better. I always had these pictures in my head about what married life would be like, and if you too have ideas and expectations, I suggest you dispose of them now rather than later. I would say that this issue was the number one thing that has prevented me from reaching pure happiness throughout my life (e.g. school, seminary, camp, etc. When I expected it to be one way and it ended up being totally different, I was devastated and couldn't move forward.) Here, though, thank G-d, I think I've finally learned my lesson. It's incredible what you can do with your life when you just let go. And by letting go, I mean in every sense. Stop stressing yourself out, stop needing things to be your way, stop having to take control and viola! Happy time! (Yes, I'm very obviously talking to myself, so there's no need to take offense!)

G-d willing more to come :)

P.S. I absolutely adore men in wedding rings. And if not rings, then I personally think that married men need to have some type of blazing sign to all those ravenous man-hunters out there that they are off-limits (speaking as a former man hunter myself ;) I constantly find myself in situations where I feel the urgent need to snap my fingers like a black woman and yell "getcho paws off my man, woman, or Ima cutchu!" Yeah, um. I'm not really that violent. It's really just all in my head. I think...

Peace out (See! I'm peaceful!)
FF

What to do...

So as I've mentioned before, it's hard to think of what to write when WAAYYY too many of my friends and relatives know who I am. (It's starting to feel like every day now that someone calls me up and says, "you're feisty frummy, aren't you?!" Even my angel of a brother found out who I am! I hope all you bloggers who would like to remain anonymous take a lesson or 4 from me:
A) Don't leave your laptop and blog in plain sight for others to see and snoop around. It's too tempting.
B) Don't tell ANYONE that you have a blog.
C) If B is too hard for you, try to keep it to a minimal number of people, because I've learned that people will literally search the internet for hours to stalk someone and satiate their curiosity (me included :/)
D) Don't write about when you've gotten engaged/married/ur birthday-that's usually what people use to confirm their suspicions.

So now what do I do? Do I write less truthfully/more boringly? Do I stop writing completely (the approach I've been taking as of late)? Or do I just write like I used to and stop caring (like I claimed I would in a previous post)? Suggestions are most certainly welcome!

Love you all!

Sincerely,
Feisty

Yaldah Magazine

Hi everyone,

I know it's been a while, but I've come out of the woodwork for something I truly believe in. I was recently in contact with a lovely young woman named Leah Caras. She told me all about how she was searching for a positive and appropriate magazine to read in her teen years and could not find a thing. So, taking the initiative as it seems more and more orthodox Jewish women are doing these days (i.e. Mindy Meyer), she decided to create one herself (at the mere age of 13!). I think it's a fantastic idea! I remember being a teenager and trying to sneak a bunch of seventeen and people magazines past my mother, only to find them in the garbage an hour later (my mother knows trash when she sees it.)
This magazine is all about what young Jewish girls are thinking about, and how to help them grow into confident, healthy and beautiful young women. I absolutely love it! Check out her website here:)

All my best,
FF :)

Self Worth

          

It seems that every time I’m ready to jump back into the blogging world, something comes up. This time, that something was graduation. Yay! I graduated college! I wasn’t really even going to go to graduation, but after much persuasion by my husby, I decided to go. You might be wondering, “what’s wrong with this girl?! Why WOULDN’T she want to go to her OWN college graduation?” Well, there are a few reasons for that.                                                                                                                                         

     A) I’m not done with my college career; my degree won’t get me much of a job. There’s more school coming up, and I don’t feel I can celebrate just yet.

     B) This is the last time I’m going to see all my friends and be near the people I’ve spent such crucial parts of my life with. Why should I smile about it?

     C) Because now I have no way to measure how I’m doing in life.

I’d like to focus on C for now. Up until this point, I’ve always measured my worth by my grades. (I know, that’s a lot of unnecessary pressure, right?) Many people measure themselves by how they look, how many friends they have, how rich they are, and even how "frum" they are. I'll admit, some of those have seeped their way into my measurement criteria as well...but why? I know intellectually, and even emotionally, that the only thing that matters is my connection to G-d. And yet, all I can think about is my grades. Starting now, I’m going to be taking a break from school for a while, AND I’m moving to a new place...without friends. What or who is going to tell me I’m doing well? (My husband is a little biased ;)

A good friend of mine once told me that she made sure to never let that be her. She made it a priority to constantly be involved in LOTS of different programs/organizations/activities, so that no one part of her life could define her. I admire her for that, but I must say, I’m not exactly the best multi-tasker (though, I CAN pat my head and rub my stomach at the same time! J). 

Now you're trying it too, aren't you? ;)

It’s crazy how much has changed in the past year; it was the best and hardest year of my life. Can’t wait to share more with ya’ll. Missed you guys J

Xoxo,

FF

Hello World!

Hello world! It’s been a while, ay? So it seems I’ve returned to the blogosphere for yet another go at blogging about this crazy thing called life (yes, I stole that line from my blogger description. Lame.)

I should probably say, that the reason I left was because I thought I had nothing left to say. I got married. I had reached my happily ever after. The end.

It turns out, life doesn’t end after marriage. Who knew? I still have lots and lots to say! I think I could write about 5 posts right now if I had the time, but it looks like it’s finals and there’s just about everything to do.

So take this as my intro message. In short (as I’ve said before when I have left you all), I’ve missed you and I am happy to be back!

Looking forward to many more lovely conversations with you!

Love,

Mrs. Frummy (Oh my! That sounds atrocious. Almost like a nickname the school bully would be likely to give you for davening too much. It seems I’m up for a new married-appropriate nick name. Suggestions are quite welcome ;)

The Roller Coaster of the Day

Today was crazy.

Today, my 40 something favorite college professor just got engaged.

And then a few hours later, my 40/50 something other college professor died.

I woke in the morning and found out about the engagement first and was so completely happy that I was motivated to take over the world. I was ready to do anything and everything. It was such a relief to be happy for someone else and to get out of myself for a little (something that is a breath of fresh air during the engagement period).

And then I heard the news. 

The college professor I was obnoxious to and spoke about behind his back had passed away. I said mean things about him because I found him unfair and was annoyed that I had to do extra work for whatever reason. But I'm not the type of person who speaks behind people's backs. I guess I just made the exception here because EVERYONE talks about teachers behind their backs.

But guess what, folks? Teachers are people too. And they can live and die and have feelings and be hurt. I wish I could take it back. But I can't; and I will never be able to ask for his forgiveness. 

Do yourself a favor. Don't talk about people in a negative light. 

It's just not worth it. 

FF :(