life's lessons learned from a self-proclaimed writer
Starting the day off right with lunch at Panera, my all time favorite soup and bread eatery, with my mom and sister.
Then we spent a hot miserable hour at Walmart grocery shopping. After spending about 3 hours attempting to clean my room ( I was actually reading old notes from high school) my mom and I went on a date to see Red 2.
When we came out people were milling around because it was flooding in the streets and no one dared drive home. The rain came down so hard I swear my moms car was about to swerve off the road... Toto we're not in Vegas anymore. ☁☔💦⚡
Besides finding out that Luke is a really warm sleeper, I've learned two very important marriage and life-related lessons.
1. Marriage isn't transformative
Whoever thought that marriage would suddenly turn you into the *best* version of yourself, is a fool (@ me). Saying "I do" over the altar isn't going to transform you into the person you've always dreamed of being. It hasn't turned me into a healthy eater, someone who exercises 5x a week or into a goal-achieving megastar. It's done quite the opposite. marriage has exposed all my flaws and shortcomings and left me vulnerable. It's peeled back the facade of "having it all together" and revealed that I'm MUCH more selfish and egotistical than I believed. Now more than ever, I'm keenly aware of the parts of myself that need a little bit more fine tuning.
2. Marriage is a TEAM effort
Now that we've established my selfish tendencies, you can probably picture how difficult the &q…
Disclaimer: I don't garden. My gamgam was blessed with a thumb as green as an emerald, but I'm over here trying (and failing) to resuscitate my cacti. But that's not to say I don't love bringing home new plant babies to smother with love. (How often are you actually supposed to water succulents?) However, the focus of this post isn't my lack of gardening abilities, it's my friends.
My friends are weeds. The ones with prickly leaves and thorny buds. The ones that sneak into the flowerbed without warning. They're the ones that never desist.
The flowers are the ones that you need to worry about. They're colorful and inviting, but die at the first sign of hardship. They require constant care and consistent attention if you want them to thrive.
Weeds creep into your life. They grow and perpetuate despite sometimes unideal circumstances. They're with you through it all.
So, thank you to my weeds. Thanks for never giving up on me.
Today marks 10 years since my dad died, an entire decade gone in the blink of an eye. I felt the sadness would last forever alongside people's awkward and embarrassed apologies. Yet somewhere along the way the sorrow was replaced with nostalgia and then with reminiscence. So rather than mope over my inevitable loss I complied a list of the top 10 lessons I've learned in the last 10 years.
1. Life isn't all lemons or lemonade.
It's in my lowest lows that I swear my life is cruel, that the Fates have it out for me and I'll never know happiness. It's a tart lemon sans sugar and I'm bitterly gritting my teeth. I've had to accept that not every lemon will bear lemonade, & THAT'S OKAY. Without those painful lows I'd never appreciate my greatest highs. Biting the lemon makes the lemonade sweeter.
2. Lonely & Alone
Being alone doesn't directly translate to loneliness. Learn to be comfortable without the presence of others. You won't alway…