I recently heard through the grapevine that Ariana Grande's song "7 rings" is about her recent ring exchange at Tiffany's after her engagement ended. In which she purchased matching rings for her besties. And she proudly exclaims that she's "wearing a ring but ain't gonna be no Mrs." and I felt that in my heart… Continue reading “Wearing a ring but ain’t gonna be no Mrs.”
Two years ago I thought I was starting a new chapter... I was heartbroken to say the least. But I was determined to get through it. I questioned What are these sounds?in my brand new home and shared Thoughts from a Broken Heart. I teetered on the line of celebrating my birthday & mother's day… Continue reading Moving– The Sequel
I had huge but minimalist resolutions for this year. Easy stuff like: Do a bullet journal to keep track of my moods, anxiety, and resolutions Eat healthier Exercise more Pray daily Read Nothing extreme. I decided January is like my free trial month for 2019... I have been mostly keeping up with my bullet journal...… Continue reading How Are My Resolutions Going?
I lied. I was supposed to do my bullet journal daily. But I didn't. I started off strong January 1st, like all good resolutions do. And then the 2nd and 3rd came, and I mentally said hey I need to do that as I swiped the reminder off my phone. So today the 4th I… Continue reading I did a bullet journal for almost a week…
The countdown for the New Year is on. Resolutions being made. Outfits being put together for those lucky enough to be going out. Bubbly is being chilled. Every year I try to commit to reasonable resolutions because I come down hard on myself at the end of the year when I look back at all… Continue reading Eat, Pray, Love 2019
My apartment is empty. And cleaned. Well as clean as carpet can be cleaned. That I won't miss. I always felt the carpet was "dirty" even though we took our shoes off inside. And every thing was moved in ONE final trip as I had mentioned was my goal in this post. Believe me, R… Continue reading Adieu too
We went home. Our intentions were to go hard. Reliable babysitter, the prospect of Emma actually spending the night there. An entire night kid-free... But parenthood got the best of us because we threw in the towel at 10pm. Yet by the time we picked up Emma and drove back home, and everyone had their… Continue reading Go hard or Go home