recovering perfectionist.
Guys! There are exactly 28 days left until the end of the term. Twenty-eight. Also, this is my LAST TERM of grad school. Coincidentally, in the same month I graduate - I turn 32 AND it marks 2 years since the end of my nearly decade long marriage. WHEW. To say I'm ready for a… Continue reading recovering perfectionist.
words have been stirring in my soul, blurring lines of ink on a page that are hard to make out as they stay jumbled in my head. they burn with passion and intensity demanding to be set free. write them no, no, no... before i can write them i must first create the perfect space… Continue reading words.
“You’re not the same person you were a year ago, a month ago, or a week ago. You’re always growing. Experiences don’t stop. That’s life. And the very experiences that seem so hard when you’re going through them are the ones you’ll look back on with gratitude for how far you’ve come” I’d be lying… Continue reading Rocks and Feathers
Today is my last "first day" of a new term in Graduate school. Today I walked on to campus, one of the few places that has remained familiar to me throughout the hurricanes of change that life seems to enjoy throwing at me, and reflected on how different I am from the girl who walked… Continue reading it takes a village
What a year 2018 was. It was my first “full” year as a divorced woman. Wow, never thought that would ever be anything I would be. I would like to think that I have handled it well. I guess when I am writing for it to be read I want to put forward my best… Continue reading Happily ever after is right now.
This is a story that I have never told I gotta get this off my chest to let it go I need to take back the light inside you stole You're a criminal And you steal like you're a pro All the pain and the truth I wear like a battle wound So ashamed, so… Continue reading … but i should have known better.
six months ago my life as i thought i knew it flipped upside down. it was my 30th birthday, that life milestone you spend your twenties simultaneously dreading and looking forward to. on one hand it is that "omg i'm so old" freak out moment... and on the other it is this unspoken life milestone… Continue reading what i didn’t know six months ago
