Musings of a passionate, always curious, 28 year old
If we’re all being honest, we have all spent a Valentine’s Day feeling the pressure of needing to have “someone” to spend it with. I’ve never been in a formal relationship and at 28 I’ve never spent Valentine’s Day with a boy — other than my dad …hi dad! For years it bothered me thatRead More
After I wrote my last post, all about Black Friday Deals etc. I had the purest of intentions to come back and write posts all about Christmas, my plans, give you all gift guides…but what can I say? The inspiration never hit, the month flew by, life was insane, and more. If I’m being honest,Read More
Hello friends! My goodness it has been too long since I chatted with you all. I have so many life updates to share it is hard to figure out where to start! My last post was in May after my trip to Cancun, which was fab. The summer was wonderful with trips to St. LouisRead More
It finally happened. Like out of a movie, I was stood up. I met him on Bumble, a 30 year old guy in commercial real estate who was funny, kind, and smart. We chatted back and forth for hours, and made plans on Saturday night for a Tuesday night date at a local wine bar.Read More
If you could go back in time and talk to your 15 year old self, what would you say? Would you try to change certain experiences? Would you share wisdom?
In this post I write a letter to my 15 year old self.
MENTAL HEALTH SERIES – PART TWO Body Dysmorphic Disorder (also called BDD, body dysmorphia) : A mental illness involving obsessive focus on a perceived flaw in appearance. The flaw may be minor or imagined. But the person may spend hours a day trying to fix it. The person may try many cosmetic procedures or exerciseRead More
Today I am 26 years old. I’ve blown out the candles, opened the gifts, and heard my mom tell the story of March 30, 1994 once again. When I think back on this last year, my 25th year on this earth two words come to mind. Dumpster. Fire. Now don’t get me wrong I amRead More
Mental Health Series – Part 1 My first memory of anxiety was walking into Kindergarten. I clutched my dads hand for dear life while I held onto my Tweety Bird lunchbox in the other hand. I hung up my Pooh Bear backpack and lunchbox on the outside of the classroom and walked in. Kids andRead More
