Okay guys… and girls… I gotta admit it. I didn’t have a post for today. I know… BUUUT… It’s okay. I got my boyfriend to write a post for me! And I was kinda nervous about it, but since I had stared at the screen for I don’t even know how long without writing anything, I figured I had to give him a chance. So here ya go! 😉
As I was preparing material for today’s post, I realized that I just want to share a little bit of my happiness with you all. It’ll be a shorter post than usual, but I wanted to share my day with you. So here’s a little bit of what makes me smile! 😉
I’m not usually a morning person, but I woke up early today. I prayed and spent some quiet time with God and then I went for a run. I haven’t gone running in such a long time, but it was so exhilarating!
The crisp, cold air blowing past me, the burn that exercise brings, the quiet atmosphere. It was a good time. I loved every second.
Then I had some errands to run and came home to make french toast and coffee for breakfast.
Okay, so I know I’m an adult now and I have to do adult things, buuuut… I’m still really a dork at heart. It makes life hard. It’s something I try to hide, but it’s a big part of me.
I’m not a normal person. I wish I was.
I get embarrassed really easily and a lot of the time I’m the one doing stupid stuff that embarrasses me. Yes, you read that right. I embarrass myself. Like a lot.
It actually makes me a really quiet person to be around unless you know me really well and I’m super comfortable with you. A lot of people think I’m shy, but I’m really just trying not to say or do something stupid in front of regular people.
It’s my birthday on Tuesday. Where has the time gone?! It seems like yesterday when I was a 13-year-old little girl excited to finally be a teenager. Now I’m turning 21. When did that happen?!
I remember when I couldn’t wait to be 16 because it was a milestone. 16 was the cool kid age. All I wanted in life was to be 16 and be cool.
Then I turned 17. That was not cool. I couldn’t wait to be 18. All I wanted was to be 18 and an adult.
Little did I know that being an adult at 18 didn’t really change anything. I was out of high school but I had a load of adult responsibilities. In other words, I still wasn’t happy.
First of all, let me just say that I love books. Reading is great. There’s really nothing quite like a good book.
Now let me ask, you know when you have a dream when you’re young and then you get older and all the responsibility of being an adult just kind of washes it away and it no longer seems like a legitimate reality for you? #winded
I think we’ve all been there.
When I was a little girl, I used to write short stories. I had a rapid imagination, but unfortunately, I didn’t have the attention span to go with it. So I would start a story and then stop and start and stop another one and the process would just go on and on until I just gave up and stopped.