I think this is how my cohort and I all feel right now.  We are riding a fine line between "we have got to get this shit done" and sanity.  Welcome to the shit show.  Pull up a chair.  Grab a drink.  And watch it all unfold. Have you ever been faced with knowing you need to a make a huge life decision in the midst of making 40 other huge life decisions?  And while you are making said first decision, life laughs at you and says, "Just for shits and grins, we are going to toss you a few curve balls because what fun is it if we just let you score that homerun?"  You gotta work for it.  If you are me, you say what the fuck life?  Thanks for bending me over without warning. I made the decision to go back to school four years ago.  I went part time at the community college, working toward my Associates in Teaching.  I knew at some point I would have to find a bachelors program but that appeared far away and easy enough.  This ...

Yep.  Starting a blog post with a selfie.  Sounds about right.  This is something that has been floating around in my mind for some time and I have tried giving it words.  I am still not sure I can, but if you know me, you know I sure am going to try to give it all the words. I came across that the other day while scrolling Pinterest.  I have often found myself possibly not fitting into a perfect box.  Trying to figure out who you are and where you fit in the world is an odd thing.  Trying to accept yourself is a difficult task.  And loving yourself, all parts of you, is the hardest.  As I read this I thought, yes!  What is beautiful anyway?  I have never really been the girl that would be described as such.  And no, that is not me putting myself down.  It has just never really been a descriptor for me.  The other part of that is beautiful is not necessarily something I would say about myself either....

This time of the year....all the late nights, all the thoughts, all the feels.   I spend so many nights not sleeping, it’s a problem. To make up for that, to keep from actually feeling all the feels, I then overbook myself.   Let me see how much I can cram into one week.   Because at least then I’m busy and I don’t have to be alone with my thoughts.   Just me? No one else does this?   That’s cool. I’ll admit to it.   If I stay busy I don’t have to remember.   I don’t have to think about it.   I can go on like nothing is really different.   Like this time of the year doesn’t leave me feeling raw and exposed and hurting.   Because while most feelings are gross, these feelings?   They are the grossest of all.   I do not like feeling vulnerable and weak and weepy.   I’m more of a fuck you kind of girl.   I’m happiest dwelling in that.   But the deep dark truth is.....I’m not entirely a fuck you gir...

Damn.  There is so much swirling around in my little brain.....So. Much. I am getting ready to enter my most personally difficult time of the year.  Emotionally.  I am also entering my most difficult semester (and LAST!) of college.  Oh, and trying to train for another half marathon.  There are many days as of late that I am not sure how I'm doing it or even why at times.  I am trying to keep it together, trying to keep a balance.  But sometimes I am not sure I am doing so well.  With so many plates to juggle, even if they are ceramic plates, I often feel as though I am dropping one (or more).   I am trying to figure out what I want in life.  What is important to me.  What I need versus what I want.  And how it all fits together with various parts of my life.  I'm learning that sometimes what you think is important is not so much and things that you didn't pay much mind to are actually more importan...