The difference a year makes. The difference, two, three… eight. Eight years make a lot of difference when you’re looking back. Today I celebrate the first day of Spring with a type of fondness that surpasses other seasonal beginnings. It is also four days to my 26thbirthday. I've always loved the timing of this day in my life.
Perfect outfit. Perfect Pictures. Perfect home. Perfect life. Right? Well. Sometimes, right. As I'm writing this, I'm sitting in my living room surrounded by pillows on the floor, shoes scattered all over my entryway, dirty dishes waiting to be cleaned, dirty laundry piled up upstairs, and the remains of two graduate papers waiting on me.… Continue reading I’m Perfecting Busyness
“Because I said so” Growing up, I heard this one a time or two (or three, or four, or ….) I rarely questioned something my parents said out of rebellion, mostly just out of curiosity. But there were times that I simply didn’t want to listen, I wanted to be lazy, I wanted to do… Continue reading “Because I Said So…”