Growing up, I didn’t have a lot of friends. Not as many as people thought I did anyway. Some of it was because we moved around a lot and just as soon as I would make a friend, I would lose one too. So what was the point of getting
Here’s my story…
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When I woke up this morning, I knew I was going to write about second chances…I just didn’t know where my inspiration would come from. Sure, I can tell you my story (you may have read it before), but like any second chance, there is a before and an after.
The world is a very noisy place. It drowns out our every whisper and silences the beats of our hearts. That voice is something we cannot ever hide from because it is made up of everything we are. We don’t notice it at first, but then begin to hear this
I will admit it. Sometimes, I am not very disciplined. However, my focus doesn’t change. Here is a perfect example: There is one part of my body that I constantly struggle accepting as it is and feel like I never make any progress with it getting any better. No matter
My favorite season is spring. Having grown up in Southern California, I didn’t really grow up with the season. For a few months in the winter, it rains a little bit more and the heat in the summer is dry, but manageable. In fact, I love the sun. But no
It’s hard to admit, but I was afraid of who I was 30 years ago. Back then, no one would have noticed or known. Most people wouldn’t have cared, too busy with trying to figure out who they were just like I was. I had some pretty high walls that
With a heavy sigh, I find myself here. Trying to be everything I know I am, and yet, I find myself in somewhat familiar territory. Everything that I have fought hard not become sometimes comes to the surface a little too easily. I tell myself that I must let my
We pretend it doesn’t matter. We dismiss it. We hold onto what’s safe. What we know. We let fear rule our thoughts and command our actions. We are always on our guard. We hold back. We never venture. We build walls. We are skittish and our senses are on constant
Growing up, I never had any really good women role models to help me through the teenage years. I held myself prisoner behind walls I had purposely built to keep the world out and me safe. For the longest time, I didn’t realize that the walls even existed. As I