In my first post, I talked about the fact that I need to get my shit together. And my second post was about trying to figure out what to write about. Well, after weeks (yeah y’all – WEEKS) of self deliberation (is that even a thing?) I’…
Okay, I honestly had no idea what it would take to start a blog! I bought my domain and paid a few bucks for WordPress, assuming that I’d just start writing and the rest would just…well…fall into place magically and seamlessly! Nope. Not a chance.
Perhaps it’s because I’ve talked about starting a blog for the last 10 years.
Maybe it’s because I just turned 34 and feel like I should have accomplished a LOT more by this point in my life.
It could be the fact that I recently moved across the country to ‘be closer to family’ but yet feel more alone than I’ve ever felt before.
Maybe it was the conversation I had with my mom the other day about starting a blog.
“Sounds like a winner. When are you starting?”
“Haha, never. But it sounds so fun, huh?”
“That’s what I figured, lol. Yes, it does.”
Am I that predictable? Am I that bad at following through with things? Damnit. Yeah, I am that bad at following through with things.
Nope, it was this: I’ve taken thousands of pictures in the past year of my sweet, perfect little girl – and I’m only in a handful of them because I hate the way I look. I hate the way I feel. I’m not myself anymore and I miss the person I used to be. I want to be someone my daughter can be proud of, and I have a lot of work to do.
You know you’re destined to be a fashion designer if you: a) spent most of your childhood making clothes for your Barbie dolls instead of playing with your friends; b) read fashion magazines instead of your school books; c) ran a boutique out of your basement at age 10…
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.