When I Grow Up I Wanna be a Firetruck

Yes, I realize it has been a long time. No excuses from me and no questions from you, alright?

I am going to be 34 years old in two weeks.

In two weeks time, I am going to not just be jobless, but also careerless. If you don’t understand the difference between the two, let me explain:

Job = temporary work placement that is not necessarily in the field of choice you desire, but hey, at least it is employment!
Career = an assembly of all the jobs you have taken in a certain field that provides opportunity for advancement, personal growth and knowledge.


I am not excited to be entering this year of my life with yet another ball of feelings telling me I am not accomplishing what I am supposed to be doing.

I am more confused than ever, actually.

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Handmade with Love

Handmade. I am about to scare the shit out of some of you.

My recent post¬†(Check it out by Clicking Here “Journey is not a Buzz Word”)¬†gave a little glimpse into my recent thoughts and wanderings, but a glimpse is not nearly as scary as jumping in with both feet.

I love handmade things.

I can feel the love someone has put into creating something. The time spent thinking about a loved one while they create a special gift for them is much more valuable than any monetary token.

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You Don’t Know How Far She’s Come

You Don't Know How Far She's Come
You Don’t Know How Far She’s Come

It has taken me a long time to write this post.

I have been dealing with some pretty heavy negative self-image issues lately and every time I sat to write this post, I couldn’t get the words to flow from my heart to my fingertips.

Every time I write a blog post, I pour a lot of energy into what I want to convey to you readers. I sometimes walk around my kitchen-living room loop talking out loud to myself while I make sure the words come out perfectly. Sometimes when I am in bed at night I send myself little text messages with ideas or phrases I want to include in a blog post… because I know I can not rely on my sleep-deprived memory alone.

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