I was scrolling through my facebook newsfeed one not too distant night when I came across a video that really peeked my interest. A person went around to strangers and asked them what was the most painful thing they had ever been told - and they filmed the interaction. I pick people apart like puzzles.… Continue reading Random Sad Thoughts.
I am terrible at relationships. This is not a secret. You know how the common reactions to fear are either fight or flight? The anxiety that comes over me in a relationship results in a somewhat spastic combo. I tend to rush things, getting swept up in new feelings that deafen me to the… Continue reading Red Flag
I’m not sure when it started. Maybe it’s always been there, the pressure. I remember getting ready for my parents wedding day and being told by guests that one day I too would have a pretty wedding. I was four. At that time the golden, shiny ribbon woven in my braid proved more interesting than… Continue reading From a Happy Bachelorette
"Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul." - Henry Ward Beecher I think I did it. I realized the key to a life filled with joy. Some of you might say, "well duh", at this revelation - it took me some time to accept how truly simple it is. I see a… Continue reading Thanks
My little sister is getting married this week. Like most weddings, plenty of preparations have been made. I've never driven to Pittsburgh before. I've stocked up the car to be ready for anything that may happen on the way down. I have two outfits to pick from in case I change my mind and depending… Continue reading Wedding Prep
I was a very emotional kid. I was a people pleaser. I think this stemmed from being adopted - I think most adopted kids struggle with feeling unwanted - even the very fortunate ones like me who were adopted and chosen by amazing families. I worried about people liking me and would take it very… Continue reading The Art of Not Giving A F***k.
There are two sides to every story. Then there are screenshots. This woman by the way is the children's pastor to the church I left. Can you guess why I left? And she did go to my mother's home, (after knowing full well that we had just spent the night in the ER, deciding that… Continue reading Full Blast.