Happy New Year! I hope you all enjoyed the holidays with your loved ones.
I never establish New Years resolutions per se; however, I believe in continuous personal growth and becoming better every single day.
Things I’m scraping:
- Allowing others to bring me down
- One-way friendships/giving people too many chances
- Comparing myself to others/feeling inadequate
- Not putting myself first (sleepless nights, etc.)
- Pressure to be “normal” (no need to follow others’ status quo)
Things I’m embracing:
- Spending quality time with the best people
- More travel (duh, it’s me!)
- Volunteering more
- Gaining 10+ pounds
PS: please note the new name and domain change 🙂
As I currently lay in bed with puffy eyes, a clogged nose and a sore throat, I try to reflect on the good of 2019.
2019 was by far the most challenging year I have under my belt. It was the epitome of struggle and adversity (especially when it comes to family and work). But 2019 has also brought many unexpected blessings, which shouldn’t be overlooked.
One of those blessings (perhaps THE best thing that happened this year) was the honor of standing by my best friend’s side as she married the man of her dreams.
Looking back at these photos makes me feel nostalgic and homesick in a way, because Carolyn, Ryan, their friends, family and bridal party all made me feel welcomed immediately. I might attend nice weddings in the near future, but none of them will ever top this feeling…
I’m going to come right out and say it: I have depression. I’ve known that something was “off” since I was about 10 years old, but things really took a turn for the worst when I was 17. And at 26, things are REALLY BAD and have been since late 2018.
During my routine spring cleaning in November, I decided to go through some old photos. While recalling memories of how my family once was, I felt numb. I kind of shrugged it off like, “well that was nice, but it’s in the past now.” What really hit me were the photos of how happy I was as a child. I was outgoing, genuinely excited about everything, and didn’t have a care in the world if others thought I was crazy. I was unapologetic 100% of the time.
When did she go on vacation and never return home? How can I get her to come back and visit me, or even stay forever? These are the necessitous things I’d like to know…
I took my Little Sister to one of my favorite hometown restaurants: The FireHall. As you can probably infer from the name, this used to be Fenton’s fire station, which now has some of the best BBQ, homemade mac and cheese, and unique eats.
Another unique thing about this restaurant is that you can dine in heated “igloos” during the winter months. There is usually a long waiting list to dine outside, but we were able to snag it this time!
The food, the ambiance and the company were all 10/10!
I had an…interesting…birthday weekend to say the very least, but I am incredibly grateful for my best friends and my husband ❤️