Everyone has their quirks and is super specifically them. The exception to this are people who don't embrace their personalities and I feel sad for that. I enjoy people, no matter how different they are from me. So, by the previous assertion, I'm "super specifically myself." And that, I am. Love languages are slightly enthralling… Continue reading My Special Kind of Crazy
Keep going. Keep pushing. Keep striving to be better than you are. Every day I wake up, I give myself a little pep talk. Each day, I get the opportunity to have the best day of my life. I can be a better wife, daughter, sister, friend, and leader. Some days are filled with self-doubt… Continue reading Life. It goes on…. (5/13)
Aching. Constantly. Blinking back tears. Practicing my responses. How are you? I can’t sell I’m great under the judgmental stares, so I decide on fine. I’m fine! Changing the subject to talk about them. People love to talk about themselves and it usually is bearable from there. How does this get better? Time, I suppose,… Continue reading Navigating through with a waning moon (May 10, I think)
I'm going to back post some things. I'm fine. And not in the vapidly hollow sense that I speak of in one of the posts I'm going to publish. I try to wait to publish negative posts until I've at least slightly gotten a grip so that no one freaks out. Why publish at all,… Continue reading Disclaimer!
For those of you who are well-versed in my musical taste, you're well aware that I generally despise Coldplay. I find Chris Martin to be unbearable and their music to be unoriginally maudlin. I'll allow "Fix You" to be the exception. Unfortunately, I'm no longer pregnant. I went in early on Thursday, anxiously awaiting what… Continue reading Fix You
Waiting has never been my strong suit. So, I've got two more sleeps until my test and man, it's tough. I don't feel pregnant. I'm not "giving up hope" or "not putting enough positive energy into it" or whatever else, but I feel fairly confident that I'm not pregnant and there is nothing hope or… Continue reading The Waiting Game
Yesterday, I went to work until 12, then went to acupuncture at 2. Acupuncture was not as relaxing as it normally was simply due to the anticipation of what was to come. After acupuncture, I chugged 48 oz of water and met J at home to go to our transfer. The 48 oz of water… Continue reading Homecoming (FET)