Breaking Up with 2014

Dear 2014,

I guess this is where we say goodbye? I would like to say that I’ll miss you, and I might feel a slight tinge of nostalgia at some point, but as of right now I’m excited to see us part. You were the craziest, most emotional, oddest, and probably one of the most stressful years of my life. You were the kind of year that made my scale tip toward the low instead of the high. But I, being the person I am, would like to thank you for the lessons that you have taught me. What is hardship if we can’t learn from it?

So, without further ado:

-Thank you for teaching me how to let go of previous ignorance. You’ve taught me more about feminism, mental illness, race, sexuality, religion, and my beliefs in one year than I have in my whole life. I am proud of my beliefs. Thank you for making me desire change.

-Thank you for showing me that true friends are the kind of people who want you to see your true colors. I’ve always had a lot of friends, but that often means I get stuck in the superficial parts of things. You made me feel alone a lot of the time, majority of it due to isolation on my own part. But throughout it all I’ve ended up with close friends who are constantly believing in me. Never before have I heard so many truthful “I’m proud of you’s”.  Thank you for giving me these people, and keeping them in my life.

-Thank you for proving to me that a hug from my mom, even if it’s through the phone, can be the perfect cure for a really hard day.

-Thank you for letting me be an emotional wreck for so long. I’ve become so much more comfortable with how my body reacts to things. If I need to cry, I’ve cried. All there’s left to do after that is wipe away the tears and move forward.

-Thank you for giving me the strength to move forward.

-Thank you for making my sister so amazing. Sure, you were awful to her at points too, but overall you’ve given her so much. She’s spectacular. In the sixteenth year of her life I’ve seen her become such a fantastic young woman and I couldn’t be more excited to see what comes next.

-Thank you for helping my family in general. You brought children to my mom’s care, you gave my dad a calling, you displayed my sister’s passions. For that, I will be grateful, despite your unhelpful acts as well.

-Thank you for finally bringing to light that failure and pain can be some of the best things to happen. Failure showed me humility and hope. Pain gave me love and recuperation. Thank you for the near-disasters.

-Thank you for the concerts. Those were awesome.

-Thank you for all the adventures I went on.

-Thank you for ultimately teaching me more about myself than I have ever known.


I hope you can accept all my gratitude toward you. Maybe you’re not all that bad. Nevertheless, I’m leaving you for 2015. More to discover, more to learn, and more chances to make the scale tip toward the good. And as you know, 2015 will have Friends on Netflix, so that automatically makes him better.

Sorry not sorry,



“You’re Not As Great As You Think You Are”

The spring semester of my junior year of high school, I had one of those English teachers who loves to give out amazing life advice between lessons of Fitzgerald and Hemingway. Well, one particular day, the teach decided to let his class of awkward sixteen/seventeen year olds  know that “you’re going to find out one day that, you’re not as great as you think you are…” I remember this distinctly because I, like the majority of my class, was shocked by the idea that I might not be this fantastic person that the “world” was telling me I was. Don’t get me wrong- I probably had the worst self confidence of anybody I knew at the time. This was more of a “everybody around me tells me how wonderful I am so I must be great, right?” type of thing. When the people surrounding you feed you with these tidbits, it’s like every little bump in the road becomes this awful mountain you have to climb and any bad thing that happens to you will be the worst thing in the world. From the moment we’re born, we’ve been rewarded for these little milestones all the time. Like when you first learn to write your name you get a gold star and applause from your rents and teachers. Eventually the gold stars and the applause will stop and you’ll have to make them yourself. You’d think that comes in high school, right? Looking back on it now, I see that it did not.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I am only a college sophomore. So it’s not as if I have this vast life experience to tell you that I’m so much better now blah blah blah. I can say that I am so much more self aware of my so called “greatness.” In high school, I always had the safety of a teacher telling me if I was falling behind, a group of friends I saw every single day, the love of coming home and having a meal made for me. Now, going to a school this large, my professors sometimes don’t know my name unless I make an effort to make myself known. My TA won’t confront me if I’m falling behind, it’s up to me to ask how to fix it. I have to make time for my friends and they have to make time for me now. We’re all busy, we’re all doing great things! And the worst of all… having to think up what I have to make for dinner or if I want to be lazy/spendy and just go buy something. Granted, I am still living a sheltered life. I go to a well established university, I live in a nice apartment, and I can still go home if I need to. College is only half a sense of what the real world entails, but that’s something I can worry about later.

My biggest slap in the face came from college came when I was struck with the reality of how average I am. High school put me in this category of above-average students. I took AP classes, I was involved, I volunteered, etc. I also had so many people I thought were my best friends. I wasn’t popular by any means, but I was comfortable. But then this fresh slate came along and I was thrust into a world of people just as above-average or more. Thus, making me painfully average. Suddenly I wasn’t the one who got the praises. I certainly did not have as many friends as I thought I did. I lost touch with so many and I had to force myself to step out of my comfort zone and hopefully create new and lasting relationships. I met people who had done extraordinary things and who, as far as I can tell, will do even more extraordinary things. I was mesmerized and also scared for my life. And that is when those words came rushing back to me. “You’re not as great as you think you are.”

What I didn’t say at the beginning is that Mr. P also said a little something after that. He said “But you know what, kids? It’s going to be okay. You’re not going to be the best at everything. You’re actually going to find out that you suck at a lot of things. But it’s really going to be alright. If you can figure out how to make yourself be as great as you think you are, you’re going to go far. I didn’t really know I wanted to be a teacher, and now it’s one of the best decisions I ever made. It’s going to be okay.” And he was so right. He is actually a fantastic teacher and really is great at what he does. I don’t think I ever cared more about English class than when I was in that class.

Anyway, my point here is that I’m not as great as I thought I was. It took a lot for me to come to that conclusion. But that does not mean I’m not great. I’m actually pretty awesome if I do say so myself. I have passions and dreams that I want to pursue, and I just have to believe that I can be adept at those. I do suck at a lot of things. Chemistry kicked my butt, actually. But I survived. My extraordinary friends also suck at things too, some of them academic, some of them physical or emotional. But they are all great in so many other ways. What I’ve seen is that we all have a lot to offer but sometimes that gets lost in translation. Our worth should not be measured by the number of things we excel at or how many people like us, because that list would leave many of us being worthless. I think we all get to a point where we realize our worth is measured by how we bring meaning into our own lives and finding ways to make life a worthwhile journey. We’ll have to go through awful and horrible things that might make us feel like we’re never going to make it up the mountain. The hope is that we find it in ourselves to keep climbing because eventually things do get better. You meet people who are really gold stars in disguise, you learn that you’re so worth every bit of love after pain, you discover what it means to be content with yourself and that’s what’s truly great.

Until next time my lovelies,


Bringing Back the Blog

Hi there lovelies!

So there probably aren’t a ton of you out there who actually care, but for the handful of you who do care, I’m sorry!! I have been so bad at posting on this blog it’s like it doesn’t exist. And while I could blame it completely on how “I’m so busy” and “my life is so crazy”, which are true, there are also multiple fears and incomplete goals I’ve had about this. That’s all about to change, I’m dusting off my mental blogging shelf and throwing my thoughts out there! I had planned on waiting until after the new year to bring this back but I’m realizing that there’s no time better than the present! I’ll address the blog questions/fears/goals/etc in this post, and soon you can expect some actual posts.

Anywho, the following are my blog concerns and my reasons for letting go for so long:

1. A huge case of writer’s block: I had multiple bouts of creativity throughout the year, but none strong enough to come up with a solid idea or post. Instead of pushing through it in the hope of creativity, I ignored it and kept saying “oh maybe tomorrow I’ll have a better idea.” No. This is false. Tomorrow did not have a better idea. I probably could have had some pretty decent posts if I’d just taken the time to work through it.
So my new goal for this condition will be to just write every time I start to feel inspired. I have a new journal that my ideas will filter into!

2. What do I even have to write about? The answer: anything and everything. In my future posts you will find my questions about the world, my observations, my beliefs, or maybe just a post about a great day or a wonderful experience. Expect any possibility.

3. A goal of mine is to try and post twice a month, for now. I’m trying to balance school, work, volunteering, friends, and family– like most of us. So I do need to give those things priority over this,  a twice a month goal isn’t asking too much but is still keeping me accountable.

4. I want to give anybody who does read this (so the five of you) to be willing to send me ideas if there is something you want to see. That is not a promise it will be published, but it means that there is a possibility.I want the people who do take a little slice of their day to share with my nutcase brain to know that I do truly appreciate the time and the fact that they even give an inkling about it. If there’s something you want to see, tell me! (This includes critiques *cringe* and recommendations for improvements!)

5. What if people don’t like my posts? Answer: Who the heckski cares. I write for me to be happy with what I have to say.


Well, I think that covers most of it. Until next time then, my dears!



Something To Love

Hello Lovelies!

Oh.My.Goodness. I haven’t posted on here in so long. I’ve had a couple of drafts saved but I have been too afraid to post them, and then life got in the way like it tends to do. Then I remembered this was all about putting myself out there no matter how scary. Any who, this is a post I’ve had saved for a long time and stumbled upon it once again only to see that it is definitely what I needed to read. A reminder to myself and possibly others.


(And sorry about the lack of posts, that will be changing very soon. I’m possibly going to do a blogging challenge!)


Go outside. Ask a person for ten flaws about themselves, it won’t take long. Ask them for five things they absolutely adore about themselves, and here you’ll have to wait a while. Do you see the problem here? Insecurity is everywhere, and I am no stranger to it.


As I stand in front of the mirror and begin to over-analyze everything about myself for the billionth time, I started to take a different approach. As I began my usual, “oh this needs work…and that too… and this too,” I found myself picking out the simple things that I really actually loved.

I hate my frizzy hair, but I adore the way it curls and bounces. I can’t stand my acne-ridden skin, but I love my long lashes, my pierced nose, and my delicate lips. My chin annoys the crap out of me, yet I can’t help but admire my neck and collarbones. Little by little, I found bits and pieces of myself that were actually quite fabulous, all the way from my locks to my toes. All the little things that I have been overlooking for so long suddenly were beginning to outshine all the “big” things I have been trying to change for so many years. And these are purely physical attributes, I can’t imagine how it would go if I dove deep into my personality to pull out all the spectacular parts.

So long I’ve spent running away from myself, trying to convince myself that if I change this or that I can be gorgeous like all the other girls. It has been an uphill battle and I don’t fully believe I’ve reached the top yet. Although, for this moment, I’ve been able to reach some sort of high and just stopped to enjoy the view. For this stretch of time, who knows how long it’ll last, I can be comfortable in my own skin. How fabulous is that? I love being fabulous. Why else do you think those preschoolers wearing tutu’s to class are so happy? They aren’t afraid of some odd looks because they know they’re fabulous and they work it.

This post is is a letter to me to remind myself that it is possible to find something to love. I can find lovely pieces of myself that reflect all that can be wonderful about myself. I know basic human nature goes to show that I will fall back into the times of hiding behind my weaknesses instead of celebrating my strengths. These positive days won’t come often but I’m hoping I can make them more prominent in my life. I will stand in front of that glass and find one amazing thing about me, even if it’s simple. I will do things that make me happy. If that means wearing a crazy outfit, go for it! If means random red lipstick, go for it! Or maybe you feel perfectly content in just your pajamas, do it! Do whatever will put a beautiful smile on that phenomenal face! I also hope that any person stumbling upon the blog of a crazy eighteen year old will do the same. Just one thing is all it takes.

21 People On What They Would Tell Their 19-Year-Old Selves

Thought Catalog

Jonathan, 55

There is no such thing as “the only one”. You will meet lots of “the ones”. Only commit when the timing is right for the both of you – that can take years for some, and that’s okay.

Miranda, 24

Drop pre-med.

Isaac, 48

Deodorant does not count as a shower, and that haircut only looked good on Bon Jovi.

Anya, 42

Make the conscious decision to be happy, and then stick with it. Society will do everything in its power to convince you that your personal happiness is dependent on something external – beauty, success, wealth, etc. – it isn’t.

Parker, 55

60% of the things you think are important now won’t matter a whit to you by the time you reach 50. The trick is to figure out the important 40% and work it.

Megan, 34

He doesn’t love you, and you will be okay.


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Hello lovelies! 

So, I have decided to move my blog over to wordpress as to have a more professional platform. If you’d like to see any of my previous posts you can head on over to my tumblr! If not, then just be on the lookout for new posts on here. 

Thank you and hope to see you soon!