I’m 1 Year Old!
Last year on halloween morning I woke up crushed, embarrassed, and feeling sorry for myself. This year on Halloween morning I woke up excited, inspired, and anxious to share more of my journey with every single of one you.
Finding My Lane
I’ve never been open enough to share this, but I have an extremely difficult time volunteering. I have a tender heart and sometimes the negative circumstances surrounding those I help by volunteering weigh heavier on me than the good that comes from my time spent volunteering. Always have.
Why Are You Here?
We’re not here to talk about shopping, we are here to talk about the guy who took me on a date and his girlfriend called my cell phone, minutes after we sat down to dinner. Or the last 3 guys I dated who turned out to be frogs in Prince Charming attire. I’m here to share the feelings that keep me awake at night, tossing and turning. I’m here to share the thoughts that echo the aches of my heart and the faith that keeps me persevering.
This ISN’T 30. Or is it?
I’ll be honest, this isn’t what 30 looked like in my dreams. It doesn’t fit in with the countless vision boards I’ve crafted since I was old enough to use scissors.
2016, You Were Heavy
“2016, you were heavy and I needed you to be. I needed you to weigh me into the ground so hard that I was forced to learn the lesson of what it really means to let go of something.”
Note To Self
Sometimes I accredit the change to being a late bloomer. I was never the girl that guys lined up to date and trust I wasn’t the girl who was going to be dressed in the 9's. And honestly, to the old me, going to the nail salon was more of a hassle than it was a good time. The new attention became addicting. I began to feed the areas where I was drawing attention rather than the areas that made me feel most whole.