Guest Post Sunday: “So What If I Want Something Else?” by Lyz – Stephanie

Today’s guest is someone very special. I truly admire Lyz for her passion for life and for her courage and wanderlust. She’s a teacher, a mom of two and a dreamer. Most importantly, she is a lady. At least, she’s trying to be one, right? She’s funny and smart and a beautiful woman. She’s honest and a wonderful writer. I’m sure you know Lyz by now, she’s quite popular. There’s a reason for that. Probably the fact that she is so kind and someone we can relate too. Just a girl, trying to be happy, and live an exciting life. Thank you for writing this post for my blog, Lyz. I’m honored.


So What If i Want Something Else? – by Lyz

My shoulders were getting tense, squeezing into each other, curling up into a ball. Air was getting heavy and thick, and it wasn’t because of our South Florida heat. It was my life. It was going nowhere. At least that’s what I thought as I sat at red lights, stood in grocery lines, waited on hold for someone from the cable company to explain why my bill was increasing once again.

This wasn’t what I’d imagined for myself. This thing, I wanted to kick it in the throat and watch it squirm. More than squirm (I’ll be honest because I trust you not to judge) I wanted it to die. I was sick of mundane and not living inside of my passions. I know, I know, stability and responsibility and safety and patience. I was starting to think that patience was a dirty word. A trick used by those who wished to tranquilize us to inaction. And I came to realize that the primary person tranquilizing me was myself.

This sounds dramatic, I know. But it’s my life and wasting it away is dramatic.

I use the word wasting casually, of course. I live in a home. I’m a mother. I’m a teacher. I was doing my fair share of good. I was living well, but I wasn’t living my dream. My dream started something like this.

One day, when I was about 10 years old, my favorite cousin came by for her usual visit. While the adults chatted away in the kitchen and the other kids busied themselves outside, the two of us decided, uncharacteristically, to stay in.  We stayed in and the memory of that day hasn’t left me in over 20 years. We decided to play dress up. We went through my closet trying to make my 1980s adolescent wardrobe look sophisticated and cool. We borrowed my brother’s briefcase and a suitcase from my parents and we spent the next few hours locked away in my room pretending that we were in Paris. Just two girls having a coffee in Paris. Two girls shopping in Paris. Two girls eating in Paris.

Something about that experience branded itself into my psyche and I knew then, I felt it then, that my life was going to be incredible.

Fast forward some decades and my booty requires double the work to stay perky. I’m divorced and recovering financially. I’ve got a job that I’m great at and mostly enjoy. My children are well-mannered and only occasionally obnoxious to the point of me wanting to rip out my eyeballs and fling them to the ground in an attempt to shock the darlings into silence. The normal stuff.

My problem: I never wanted normal.

So what if I wanted to wake up in the morning and go horseback riding instead of riding someone’s ass in traffic to get to work on time? So what if the weather is beautiful and I want to be productive on the beach instead of in a box with fake lights and no color on the walls?

I was starting late. Things happened, as they tend to do in life. There was the marriage. It didn’t last. There are the children depending on me to keep it together. There was the job, stable but taking up too much space. Then there was me, tripping myself with negative thoughts.

I read all of these blogs by young and single people exploring the world. You can do it too, they’d admonish, and here’s how, they’d advice. I read about husbands and wives who decided to uproot their lives and take their children on a new type of adventure, show them a new type of learning, that of immersion and experience. I was longing to do that. I was a piece of these people, after all. I was the single woman and the parent. A single parent with shared custody. I couldn’t take them away for extended periods of time, but something had to give. So I thought and thought and thought. And in the meantime, nothing was changing.

What was I to do with life happening all around me? On top of me?

One day (I probably read something  somewhere because I’m always reading something somewhere) I decided to start small. Start tiny. Maybe I won’t be teaching English abroad in the next year. Maybe I won’t be backpacking the great Pacific Northwest Scenic Trail by summertime. Those could be long-term goals. In the short-term, I could experience the wilderness.

So me and friend went on a hilarious and life-changing camping trip just 2h30 min from home. I had been asking my friends about a trip to New York. It’s a city I’ve loved from the first. When I realized that there was no timeline for getting everyone on board, I decided to go alone. I went on my own and had an even bigger adventure because of it. I built my confidence because of it.

I wanted my children to get an early taste, sight, sound, smell, feel of what adventure is. So I found dirt cheap tickets and we flew to Washington D.C. I was too broke to pay for lodging so we made it a day trip. Everyone thought it was crazy, but I got them on their first plane ride! I won’t go into all of the details here (though it seems that I have already) but I want you to understand that your life is valuable. And your life is made up of your time.

Here’s a cheesy little comparison: Your life is like a sunset. When you’re watching it, it seems to be hardly moving, It seems to take forever, but then it’s suddenly a strip on the horizon, then nothing. How are you using your time? I know a good Netflix marathon is sometimes just what the doctor ordered. But you know what’s better than a doctor? A cure.

My mission for 2017 has been to respect my time. I know it’s not December 31st and the time for resolutions. But it is time to respect our time. To respect our lives. I’ve been documenting my baby steps because I’d like to inspire others, but I also want to inspire myself. I’m one of those people who need constant motivation or projects will lay by the wayside in an astonishingly short span of time. Is there a such thing as a project hoarder? How about a project murderer? Never mind, I’m both of those things.

So, sometimes I go back through my blog, my online autobiography, and I learn, I feel encouraged, I remember all the parts making up this whole.

Let’s glow and make light. Let’s dream and make it come true.


Lyz-Stephanie. iwannabealady


39 thoughts on “Guest Post Sunday: “So What If I Want Something Else?” by Lyz – Stephanie

  1. What a wonderful post. You’ve been through a lot, but you are still finding the silver lining. That’s important and wonderful to share. I’m so glad it sounds like things are on the up for you. The sun always rises every day. ☀️​❤️​

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  2. I agree with Ipuna, this truly IS a wonderfully written/expressed post. I love how you still manage to find the silver lining despite all you have been through. Keep rising and above all – continue in our mutual quest for NEVER SETTLING FOR THE NORM.

    P.S. I’ve always loved the coolness of ya name. Lyz. Is it short for any other name or just that? Also, how’s your Twitter quest going?

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    • Hey Jainey! Glad to see you here 🙂 First of all, thank you so very much. I’ve loved writing since I learned how, and it’s nice to hear other people appreciate it. My name is actually short for Lyz-Stephanie. Yes, it’s long and hyphenated. I’m named after my grandma and my dad. Every once in a while I’ll use the whole thing just for kicks, but I’m so used to just saying Lyz that it doesn’t feel natural yet. My parents are Haitian and they pronounce my name like Leez, so it makes sense outside of English, lol.

      I’m on Twitter now! iwannabealady I’ve been posting, not daily but I get my word in here and there. I haven’t learned how to comment and the interface is slightly confusing to me. I’m also still trying to remember that I have one now 🙂 Thanks for asking, girlie.

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      • Err. It’ll be kinda hard to say the hyphenated one so I’ll stick to Lyz 😛
        You’re Haitian? You must be the first I’ve seen (see what you’ve done – I’ll be doing some research now). I never would have guessed. That’s pretty cool.

        Actually, it’s not termed as “commenting” but rather, “replying” to a tweet. It’s that sign that look like it’s indicating a left turn. 😀 😀

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        • Ohhhhh. When I hoover over icons, they don’t even tell me what they mean, like come on Twitter. I’ve been sitting here like “How in the hell do I tell this person thank you?” At least you’re helpful!

          The first Haitian you’ve seen? That’s pretty darned cool. I don’t know if I’ve ever been the first for someone before… that sounds weird!

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          • 😂😂😂 I get you. I used to feel that way too. Until I decided to try them out and see. You’re welcome.

            Yep. I’ve seen a lot (Japanese, Chinese, a lot of different Africans, Thais, Koreans, etc) but NEVER a Haiti. So I think it’s cool too.

            P.S. I stumbled upon a cool site today. Wandering and Roaming. Ring a bell? 😉

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            • Blushing. Yes, it’s my travel site! I don’t really know why I don’t just put everything onto this blog. I’m actually thinking to do that soon, just to consolidate my life! You might be getting a notice of it soon, lol. I have some Thailand and travel tips over there that I don’t have here. Enjoy and thanks for the follow!

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              • Do what you think is best. But if you ask me, having two sites is pretty cool to me. Especially since you can focus that one particularly on travel and this one – everywhere else.
                Apart from Harmonious Joy, I also like to help manage some family sites. Makes life soo much fun.
                That’s why I have soo many sites linked to my Gravatar

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  3. I adored this! Lyz, you really do have an incredible way with words, you’re an amazing storyteller!! Normal is definitely not for everyone, but extraordinary is also hard to achieve, I like finding that middle grey area, where lots of days are the normal and mundane, but you find way to squeeze in some extraordinary moments here and there 🙂
    I’m glad more people are finding more about you through Cheila’s blog and this guest post, you deserve it! 😀

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  4. A bucket of thanks, Arundhati. You know, I’ve been taking my writing much more seriously, and having supportive friends and readers who take a moment to comment something lovely means so much to me. Btw, we’re in New York! Did you have some free time tomm? We’ll be in Manhattan 😀😚

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