I've been neglecting my little Story blog, but I swear I have a good excuse!
"And just who the hell do you think you are?" I'd hear that stupid question any time I'd even consider attempting something new. I wished I could answer her with confidence and strength, or at the very least, ignore her entirely. But I never did. I would always give up and give in to her bitter, cruel judgement.
I was pretty bummed that the weather wouldn't cooperate and let me see the Full Moon this weekend. I always look forward to performing my release ritual and charging up my crystals beneath the glow of its loving light.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Which way am I supposed to go from here?" Those thoughts plagued my days and nights. It was an endless cycle of self-doubt that paralyzed me, leaving me unable to make a move in any direction.
We never expected to find such a perfect piece of property for our family. The house was old, but more than big enough for two adults, four kids and one dog. But it was the property itself that enchanted me.
I used to rely on my iPod to shuffle up some tunes I could serenade my imaginary passengers with, but constantly pressing the Next button got really old, really fast...and it ate up a lot of potential singing time. Seriously, why do I even put it on the shuffle setting if I'm just going to fast-forward 20 times?!
If you've read any of my other blog posts, you're familiar with how "all over the place" I am with my topics…this one is no exception, unless you were expecting me to talk about traffic.
A lot of people already know this about me, but since we're still getting to know each other, dear reader, I'll bet you wouldn't have guessed that I'm a hooker. Calm down...not that kind of hooker. What I mean is I'm a fan of crochet.
With February just a couple days away, it’s time for me to take a serious look at love. Not the sugary, commercialized romantic version that’s being thrown at me everywhere I look, but self-love.
Once upon a time, there was a girl and a boy...a lot of stuff happened...and they lived happily ever after. Now you know the story of how I met my husband! 😃 Okay, okay...there's a lot more to it than that, but it really did start with "a girl and a boy..."