3am. For whatever reason, that is my mind’s loudest hour. If there is anything wrong, or stressful, or even just the slightest bit unsettling going on in my life, it is bound to wake me up at 3am. You know what I no longer let myself do at 3am- Google Ewing Sarcoma. Google any of … More Five Year Increments
Asking this about your life, your struggle, the dreams you aren’t achieving, the goals you’ve long left, the career path you’ve invested in, the relationships you’ve invested in, that’s not as easy. There’s no control there. There’s no fix, and if there is, it sure as hell isn’t easy. … More Here Comes The Sun
This morning was kind. Now don’t me wrong, it wasn’t easy. I still woke up with the same anxiety, the same deep pit in my gut that I now know all too well. I still woke up an hour earlier than I anticipated, and I still laid awake listening to my mind screaming at me. … More Tomorrow Will Be Kinder
I was well submerged in youth group when I was in high school. The “save yourself for marriage,” talks were offered about twice to three times a year, and believe it or not I listened. I listened and I banned all things sex from my relationships. The problem is, while I was saving my … More Saving Your Love Languages
I tend to be so driven to reach new chapters that I don’t allow myself to visit the realm of nostalgia. … More Welcoming Nostalgia
The things I enjoy have never hindered me or anyone else. I am ambitious, I am competitive, I am strong, and most importantly, I am Unique. A pair of shoes doesn’t change that and a hot beverage doesn’t change that. I don’t lose individuality or originality by being a “basic white girl,” no matter how culture attempts to group me, and I’m not about to give up things that I genuinely enjoy no matter how much culture attempts to shame me for it.
I’m uniquely basic… What’s it to ya? … More Uniquely Basic, White, and Girl
I’m chasing my dreams like a fat kid chases cake. That is the beginning of a real song I wrote during my senior year of high school. I use to be really good at dreaming. I watched way too many movies, and thought, “I can do that.” I had dreams of big cities and studio … More Do What Gives You Butterflies