For as long as I can remember, people have been giving me this advice – solicited or unsolicited – it did not matter. “Love yourself first.” They’d say. As if I don’t? I’ve never been one of those girls who hates herself. I don’t see the point. If you don’t like yourself, change. It’s really … More “Love yourself first.”
We’ll start this post out with a list of things I like to do that normal people probably wouldn’t understand, or condone: Take a second shower before I relax simply because I’m cold, too stubborn to turn the heater on in May & too cool to wear pants. Not let the new car smell linger in my … More Bla, bla, bla. Vol. 1
My friend tagged me in a Meme on Instagram this weekend. It read: “Remember, it doesn’t matter how much you think he likes you. He doesn’t like you that much if you’re still single.” fuhhh. Blunt, honest, and truuuu. It got me thinking about my life. I know I was tagged in it because of … More “It’s Complicated.”
Lately, I have been so incredibly happy I have found myself almost in tears, twice. I don’t know how it happened, but I’d like to attribute some of it to myself. My positive outlook on life. How I somehow realized that as the days are flying by, each one brings me closer to the end of … More Choose Happy.
I was going to start this out by saying “I feel like a completely different person, lately.” But as soon as I formulated that thought in my mind, I disliked it. I hope that I don’t ever truly feel like a completely different person. I like the person I am. I’m allowed to change & … More Do the things.
I remember seeing a quote a long time ago that read: Man plans, God laughs. I’ve never been super religious, or actually even a little religious at all. But the past 8-11 days have taught me that there is some truth to this statement. Some truth to the whole idea that we can’t always have a planned & … More Self-Care Saturday.
It’s after midnight. on Monday. I should be sleeping. I should be peacefully sleeping in my new bed, with my super soft blanket. and my fluffy pillows. I should be dreaming. But I’m not. I’m up. and I’m peeved. and, honestly, I don’t even know if peeved covers it. I was supposed to write a … More [the end]