I’m living in California.
*que internal mix of excitement and fear*
I’m living in California.
*que internal mix of excitement and fear*
That moment was when those cute butterflies became lead weights in my stomach and I froze. I would prefer to say I blackout and vaguely remember what happened next but I would be lying. I remember everything exactly.
So with blind confidence, I announced to my co-workers that I would soon be bringing in different cakes for them to tase as I honed my skills and accepted my destiny as a cake baker. No one could tell me anything. (You can probably guess how this ends.)
Today I turned down my first date in some time. Don’t tell my mother.
I sat in the drivers seat of my parents Toyota Sequoia, completely overwhelmed and utterly despondent. My body betrayed me as tears began to spill down my cheeks. My hunched shoulders trembled as I gasped for the next breath, in direct conflict to the strong, resolute image I had predetermined to uphold. “This wouldn’t have […]
Brittany and I became friends while working together for the same local non-profit agency. We connected for our love of each other’s style which slowly grew into a good friendship and long conversations about life on her living room sofa. Brit is ambitious, a talented photographer, lively, go-getter and will always laugh with you when […]
I wrote a list of goals last week. And I mean real goals, not just the flowery ones that make me look like a good person. No, this list included both the passions of my heart for humanity and the desires of my heart for myself. As I was compiling this list, I realized my goals for myself have changed drastically in my late twenties. The things I jotted down for myself were far more directed and purposed in the same direction. Apparently, I have grown up over the years.
*praise break*
Dear Tough Exterior, I hope this doesn’t come as a surprise to you. It’s not me. It’s you. I’m breaking up with you. Actually, I’m breaking up with you and your cousins, Ms. “Independent,” Mrs. “I can do it Myself, ” and the “I don’t need anyone” Lady. Don’t get me wrong. You served me […]
Fear initially designed to keep me from touching a hot stove or running with scissors, morphed, somehow got a hold of my thoughts and dreams, and began to dictate my every move. // READ MORE!
One of the only models of creativity I saw while growing up were the creative genius type. They were the ones with a wealth of creative thought and and an unending supply of talent. They were generally artsy, messy hair and had unkempt clothing branded the “creative mess.” I wanted more than anything to be […]
I walked into my parents house last Saturday with no expectations except to say hello and to chat about their lives. What I didn’t expect was an ambush from my mom of questions about my dating life, who that one boy in that Facebook picture was, and when I planned to get married. -_- My […]