Well dang. That happened quickly. 35. Yesterday, I was 32 and facing a divorce. Last week, I was 28 preparing for the birth of my first son. Last month, I was 25 planning my wedding. Last year, I was 21 living my best college life. I remember facing my 30th birthday with horror. I didn’t … More Here I am at 35
I do a lot of bold things. Blogging. Sharing. Voicing. It is kinda easy for me. Okay, not at first. But overall, I don’t pause so much in blasting my fears, tears, and stumbles on the Internet. My divorce has pushed me out of my comfort zone and blogging has thrown me into a world … More Seeing myself in a different light
Surviving. Living. Thriving. Blooming. Words that I have used to describe myself in the past two years. But there is another one that is very prevalent. Daring. I have never really liked this word. Before, I would have never played truth or dare. It was too iffy, too vulnerable, too risky. I didn’t like risky. … More Sharing my truths and daring to live
The other night in a conversation with a friend, she mentioned a time pre-cancer for her. I said, oh before I knew you. You wouldn’t have been friends with me pre-divorce. She laughed. No, I am serious and it would have been because of me. She chuckles but I was being honest. My friend only … More Believe me when I say I have changed
I almost let myself believe that I was too much. Too intense. Too loud. Too big. I almost let what others think and feel towards me bring me down. Over this past week, my anxiety overtook my confidence and made me believe I shouldn’t be who I am. I am all of these things. I … More I Am Done Apologizing For Who I Am
I fell in love with someone yesterday. Actually it has been happening for a few months. I just realized it now. I am almost giddy with it. I am smiling now as I think of this love. It’s me. I love ME. In college, I was so excited to branch out of my small town … More My Marriage Failed-And I Finally Learned To Love Myself
I remember flipping through my issues of Glamour and seeing articles about how the 30s are the best years of a woman’s life. Me in my mid-twenties was like, how can anything beat this decade. College. Legally drink. Getting married. Having babies. No way is 30 better than 20. Today, I can agree with this. … More My 30s are my best years yet
This is just the start of sharing my lovely. My light. My darkness is only temporary. But my light is permanent. … More Why Lovely in the Dark?