Konfessions: Trust Issues

I hate eating the insides of certain foods. Cookies, Sausages, Brownies, Chicken. Weird, right? I was eating a chicken strip the other day and I was eating the outsides and around it. In my head, my grandmothers’ voice said “stop being childish and eat the whole chicken strip!!”. I proceeded to eat the whole thing and I…

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Konfessions: Loner

Have I been a loner all along?

Why does being a loner feel so good? Am I going through a phase in life? Dining alone and watching people soothes me. Am I the only one who enjoys dining alone? Is this depressive? I’m not sad. Maybe I’m just tired of wearing a mask around people 24/7. Is this truly introversion or is the devil trying to isolate me? Enjoying a quiet evening alone with my thoughts in a bathtub full of bubbles with wine in hand is goals, right? Having circles of friends and loved ones that I adore, but not wanting to be bothered. Is that healthy? In a world where everything is so loud, peace and quiet is welcomed. My son is a lot like me. Am I affecting him negatively? I was sheltered as a kid. Would I have been this way if I wasn’t sheltered? Are you born a loner? Should I work on being a better person? Am I now embracing a part of me that I thought was weird?

Who knows…

What I do know is (as I sit smiling alone at a table in Panera Bread)…

I’m happy at this moment in time.

I feel good…

Nail Rehab

Hello 911, my nails are dying!!! Long, carefully sculpted and a piece of art. Words that would describe my Ballerina nails over the Spring season. Short, disturbingly stunted, bare and weak. Words that would describe the current state of my Summer nails. Sad, how did I get here!!! My nails were perfect. I feel the…

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You Grow, Girl!!

I recently visited my best friends mom, Mrs. Anne, to support her during a difficult time and she insisted that we visit her backyard garden. Simply amazing. You can tell when someone enjoys what they do. Her garden was grown with LOVE. You know I had to whip out my camera and take pictures. I…

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