Inside Every Day

As all of you most likely know, I'm pretty new to the world of blogging. I'm no pro at this. And to be honest, I spend a lot of time staring at a blank screen unsure of what to even write about, usually distracted by Netflix playing in the background while I "try" to type something up. Haha. I heard that if you're blogs aren't in some way benefiting your readers, or giving them something to connect to or something to learn from what you write, then you might as well be writing in a diary where nobody but yourself will see it. I don't want to bore you with these posts, and so I try to write about experiences and situations that I have had that maybe some of us can relate to. Because there's nothing better than being able to share similar feelings with complete strangers over an online community am I right? :) Haha but really. It's sometimes very relieving to see that we're not in this alone. This life is something we are all doing. We struggle,...

Woah. 20 years. Just yesterday I was running around my house in a leotard and tutu singing Britney Spears and Backstreet Boys songs. I don't feel 20. Or maybe I do, and it's just the fact that I don't want to feel 20. Maybe it's that I don't want to face the actuality that I am no longer a teenager. Or maybe it's the unnerving feeling I get deep in my stomach when I start to even think about the responsibilities I will be facing as an adult along with being a wife and a Mother in my near future.  But at the same time, there is something so exhilarating about being this age. About being in my prime.  Life is good, people. Life is so so good! I just can't help but be happy when I think about my life and all the people in it. And I'm not saying my life is good because it has been perfect, because it hasn't. Perfectly imperfect is what I'll call it. I think most all of us can say that we have either heard or have used the comparison that "m...