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
A slice of humble - brownie? Yes brownie. Not pie. Humble. This is such a tricky word sometimes. I try to be humble. But sometimes the line of what being humble becomes blurred with putting yourself down, or being too prideful. That’s right, I said it - too prideful. But how can this be? Aren’t… Continue reading A slice of humble …
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