With a picture I’m currently editing of my sister and her beautiful family I love these nerds. Happy Holidays!
Category Archives: Personal
Your Retail Therapy Is Not My Therapy
Christmas is here and the joyous and merry people are nowhere to be found. Where they at though? And can they come to my store because everyone else seems to suck all the light from my life. On the daily.
Freedom Is Coming Tomorrow
The times have changed. It was really easy to freak out and feel like a failure when I left my full-time job because I was too busy defining my success according to how other people defined it…for themselves. NOT ME! Well, liberation is here my friends, because I don’t care what you think!
Adaptation or Self-Destruction
Howdy! On my post yesterday I began a tiny rant about how people treat interracial relationships since I’m a card-carrying member of the “I Love Outside of My Race” club. It’s a somewhat frustrating existence, and frankly it’s only because I’m way too damn observant for my own good. Sigh.
I Had a Dream
I haven’t been able to remember a lot of my dreams when I wake up, or if I did, details would fade the more my body woke up. I opened my eyes and was greeted by this tightness in my head; the kind you get when you’ve been screaming at the top of your lungsContinue reading “I Had a Dream”
Woke up this morning feeling like I’M UNSTOPPABLE!
I Know, I Know
My last post, if you didn’t notice, was kind of a rush job. I was getting ready to travel to Madison, WI and wanted to put something out there for my followers so I wouldn’t have gone too long between posts. How thoughtful, right?
I never grew up thinking I was beautiful. I couldn’t recall a time my parents told me I was, but it was vastly unimportant. I was told I was creative and smart and funny and these were the qualities I wanted to build upon in my youth.
Why Am I Here?
Just before you start freaking out that this is some sort of existential, watch me try to find myself through the written word kind of post, it isn’t. I figured that 4 posts deep, I should let everyone know why I’m doing this blogging thing.
The Struggle of Taking Chances
I woke up crying this morning because I felt like a worthless piece of crap. I could hear cars outside being started and driving off while I was still in bed. I didn’t get out of it until after 11. 6 weeks ago I did what some have called a “brave” thing. Or stupid. I quitContinue reading “The Struggle of Taking Chances”