I have had a pixie cut the better part of 3 years now. I purposely grew it out for my wedding despite wanting to cut it because you know, wedding visions trump real life for awhile. Once the wedding and summer time craziness wore off I started using my longer hair as a shield. After…
“…if you’ve ever thought about doing a boudoir shoot stop thinking and just do it. Don’t wait till your body is “perfect”, flaunt what your mama gave you. Embrace you, because it’s beautiful.”
So…it’s been awhile. I’ve been going through some stuff over here and it’s been a little insane.
They say slow and steady always wins the race, but what happens when that race is being run on the quicksands of anxiety?
I survived the first year of my 30’s…barely.
“When did not being able to communicate become a “thing” for us?” These were the words I struggled to simply say (not scream) at my husband on Sunday.
Anxiety is stealing my joy…