but i was never whole.
a few years ago i penned my single girl vows to my single people friends. today i set down a new set of promises. this time to my husband.
then i took a breath
with the wedding only thirteen days away i entered panic mode this morning. hard.
a weed or a wish
there is no avoiding chaos. instead it must be embraced.
examine my heart and my mind
thirty days into twenty fifteen, and i am finally ready to share a new years’ piece. luckily, my resolutions this year do not include punctuality. twenty fourteen was a year of incredible highs and god awful lows. sadness and unparalleled anxiety were swiftly chased with blissful moments of feeling as though the whole world was conspiring to shower me with everything i ever wished for.
but also do believe
5. Practice yoga, you will need the lessons it teaches you at one point or another
6. Medicinal marijuana is the bomb
7. Your cervix is really little” …..and sensitive
my cup overflows with your blessings
wishing you and your family the happiest, healthiest, and most delicious thanksgiving. thank you all for your endless love and friendship. ^^ my cup overflows with your blessings. psalm 23:5. ^^
the kissing will matter a lot more
when she asked me if i had a husband of my own, i explained i would in june and started to cry. i told her of the silly argument anthony and i had that morning. i felt like a fool.
stick your worries on a shelf
i have not seen worry dolls in over a decade. the moment i laid eyes on them in the shop i was eleven years old again.
it happened in a donut shop
this week i came face to face with one of those ridiculous situations which can only happen in a dunkin donuts.
3:45 Dead on Arrival
My mama invited me to hear a motivational speaker at an event her employer was hosting. I went without any expectations, but within minutes was blown away. Inside the nearly two hour talk, I learned a lot about Kathy Buckley, and surprisingly a lot about myself.