My goal with this blog was to write and share at least one post each week, and up until recently, I was doing fairly well with that. Unfortunately, the last couple weeks have been very stressful for me and I’ve felt more anxious than normal..which has steered me away from being able to write when I’d like to. Yes – there are a lot of things going on in my personal life that have led to my stress, but the stress remains heavily on last week’s inauguration and the current/future state of our country. Which I’m sure you can tell because my last post was politically driven, as well as this one.
A couple days ago there was this thing that took place – this thing was the Farewell Address by our 44th President, Barack Hussein Obama (AKA: The most badass Prezzy there ever was). Honestly, there are TOO many things I want to share about President Obama – facts, emotions, laughs, gratitude…so much that I could write a novel. But the thing is, most of you either share the same thoughts I do (so it would be a waste of time to reiterate them in writing) or you completely disagree with my viewpoint. If the latter is true, it’s pointless to convince you otherwise because his Presidency is over and Trump is coming into office…and in that case, that will be evidence enough that Obama was pretty dang neat!
Words are awesome. That’s a stone-cold fact. One of the reasons it’s a fact is because life without words would be impossible ..well not quite impossible, but it would make life extremely more difficult, and who really needs that? The real reason words are awesome is because they are one of the main ways we communicate among each other.
When I hear the word control, it follows with some sort of negative connotation. Usually, I imagine someone else doing the controlling, not me. Why is that, you ask? I think the foundation of where it stems from is that I’ve always gone with the flow of those around me. It’s not that others have had total control in my decisions/life, but that I’ve sort of sat on the sidelines and let things happen to me. What I should have been doing is taking life by the reigns and actually controlling it myself. When I look back at that reasoning, there really isn’t anything too negative about it, so I had to ask myself – why I felt control was such a ‘bad’ word?
Welcome back, ladies and gents! If you remember my post from last week I talked about how I’ve been working my ass off to become a strong, happy individual while recovering through my break up. Well if you missed it, I was successful in my efforts. I am now 100% satisfied with myself and my life. Because I was able to take care of myself and do the necessary things to make myself whole, I feel that I have a healthy mind to finally get back into the dating game. And yes, I call it a game because, well, look at that definition…
One year ago today, I heard the worst five words a person wants to hear – “I don’t love you anymore”. With those five words, I died inside. Yeah, yeah. I know what you’re thinking…and you’re right. I’m being OVERLY dramatic. But, in that moment, pain surged through me – all over, physically and emotionally. So I’m sure you’re wondering “What happened?”, well that’s a very tedious and personal question for me to answer through one blog post. If you have any questions afterward, feel free to shoot me an email and I’ll answer anything 🙂 As for now, I’m just going to dive in and explain how my world was turned upside down, what it felt like and how I’ve managed to pick myself back up – yes, I know, so inspiring! 😉
Holy Crap! Is it seriously December already? I know they say time goes by so much faster as you get older, but I didn’t realize they meant this fast. If the ‘Time Queen’ could pump the breaks a little bit, that would be great! Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a ‘Time Queen’ and the holiday season is already among us. If you’re anything like me, you LOVE the Holiday’s – cheerful music, everything is decorated and the magic of Santa is all over the place. It’s wonderful!! On the flip side of things, the holidays as an “adult” (I put that in quotations because even though I’m 24, I still don’t feel like one) can be quite the venture.
This week’s blog is all about:
Don’t mind me, just laughing at the vegetarian joke that is my post’s title. Hehehehe.
Hello gal pals and men friends! I hope you’re all ready to stuff your faces full of yummy food on Thursday – I sure am! Mashed potatoes, stuffing, macaroni and cheese, green bean casserole, scalloped corn, homemade Swedish rye bread with too much butter – oh yeah, that’s all I can think about right now. Looking back at that list, you probably realized that I left out the “star” of Thanksgiving, the turkey. Well I did that on purpose. If you remember a few weeks back I wrote about the time I wanted to do ‘Sober October’. Well if you remember correctly, you’ll know that I epically and miserably failed. But what you don’t know, is that I set a second goal for myself that month – I became a full-on vegetarian.
Don’t let your mind bully your body.
I am beyond thankful someone came up with that quote and for pinterest for sharing the heck out of it. To be absolutely honest, this is my daily mantra: Don’t let your mind bully your body. Those seven simple words mean so much to someone like me that struggles with positive body image – It’s not my body that has the issue, it’s my mind. It’s the way my mind tells me, “I’m not pretty enough. I’m not toned enough. I have too much cottage cheese on my legs. I have too much of a double chin”. My mind is a bully and it has been for the last 13 years of my life.
Millennials have been bitten by the wanderlust bug and it’s infectious! More often than not, if you ask a millennial what is on their bucket list, traveling will be in the top 5. In regards to me, it’s my number two; falls right after happiness (which is pretty much like saying you want to be living and breathing…so travel is the real MVP here!).
Flashback to 20-30 years ago, if you asked your parents at our age what their bucket list consisted of, it would more than likely not include traveling. That’s because the generations before us were pressured/expected to (because it was the norm) to get married, get a job and have children. We are the first generation that is putting travel as a top priority in our lives. Because of that, sometimes people don’t quite understand the pure drive and sense of urgency we have to see the world.