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…
So...it's been awhile. I've been going through some stuff over here and it's been a little insane.
We’re all entitled to our own stories...
At least I got one more sunset.
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.
Like all thing in the parenting world I've got to take it a day at a time. Be loving, but still teach her life lessons. Work on my own patience and just be the best mom I know how to be to her and all our kiddos. As the saying goes, "this too, shall pass".
"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.
I want to be relatable. I want to touch women and mothers like myself with my ramblings. Average, normal, boring people are "my people" and they are perfect.
Life is different. I'm different. My writing is different.