I used to be the kind of person who made fun of people who were open books. Not make fun of them maliciously or anything, I just didn’t understand how people could just be so, well, open. Even as a kid, I didn’t really get a grasp on the whole I-got-my-heart-on-my-sleeve, I-tell-people-how-I-really-feel kind of thing. Continue reading “(Kind Of) An Open Book”
Something that I never understood was how fearsome people became whenever the idea of aging was brought up. Friends, family, and strangers alike cringe at hearing their age and freak out at the sight of grey hairs and laugh lines. It’s actually kind of funny how even people my own age complain about being “old” now. Continue reading “The Old Never Bothered Me, Anyway”
Music is so so so important, and I don’t think that I can push that enough. We need it in times that we are down in the dumps, and we play it when all we want to do is move our bodies to Ms. New Booty, or sing along to Wannabe with our best gal pals. Continue reading “Just Can’t Get Enough”
Do you know how much I hate waking up in the morning? It’s typically the pit of my day. (If you watch Keeping Up With the Kardashians, you’ll understand that reference.) I can’t lie; waking up too early does have its one little perk: you check the time, and then smile at the realization that you get more time to sleep. That was my morning today. Continue reading Today Has Been An Emotional Rollercoaster And I Haven’t Even Left Work Yet
Due to recent circumstances, I haven’t really left my house in the last month or so of my life; I was in a really dark place. But in the last couple of days, I’ve come to see some light. I noticed that what I really need in my life right now is to be more productive, and not sit around so much. Continue reading “Think Less, Do More”
So I had this idea of something I used to do often when I was a small child. When my mom finished her maternal leave with me, and had to go back to work, I would usually spend my days at Oma’s house. Continue reading “Things Start to Click”
Let’s be real here: we all have insecurities. Even the cockiest, most narcissistic person you can possibly think of has at least one thing that they hate about themselves. It’s inevitable, it’s undeniable. It’s what makes us human. Continue reading “Insecure”
