Anything about Everything

  It's been a year since my life was completely turned upside down. 365 days since I experienced an attack by nature in what I thought was supposed to be my safe space.  Life has a wonderful way of putting you on the path you are meant to be on. There is no denying that - and I will die on that hill. After much reflection and healing, it’s time to talk some truth. I will be clear - this is not to put anything out in the world that wasn’t already there.  Healing can be messy. Healing can hurt while it is in process. Healing is not linear. Healing is not easy.  As just about every person in my life knows, last summer was a tumultuous one. I had plans - and God said “nah, this will be better.” Or so I choose to believe. To some, this may be seen as toxic positivity. Not the point, but there will always be people who see others’ healing as toxic positivity.  I didn’t believe it at the time, but now?  This is where I’m supposed to be.  I had a grand plan of...

  Safe to say a strength of mine would be navigating trauma and coming out on the other side in one piece.  Never mind this summer's mess.. there is plenty of healing going on from old traumas.  And fighting these battles alone has proven to me just how strong I am. Not that friends and family aren't supportive, or therapy hasn't been helpful - because they all have been. But I am the one who has to DO the work. DO the healing. Consciously make the changes. That's solely my responsibility.  That's the stuff no one tells you when you're processing the hard stuff - YOU have to want to DO the work in order for changes to be made.  Fun fact: you CAN do it - it just takes some strength and grace to muddle through. One other strength I am learning I have (yes I know it says ONE of your strengths...) is the strength to stand up for ME. For a long time, I would live my life based on what others wanted. Whatever anyone outside of me wanted, I gave them.  Now, after ...

Our apartment as a whole makes my heart so full. It is a perfect little first "home" for Mike and I. It's definitely smaller than what I lived in before, but I would absolutely classify this spot as cozy. It's just us, so it's not too cramped.  If I had to pick a space or a room in the apartment that makes me happy.. I would have to pick the kitchen. It's small, but probably the most beautiful part of the apartment. Mike and I cooking together in there makes me (most times) happy. As someone who cooked a lot before I moved in here (in any of my previous apartments), it's nice to share the responsibility. I have been demoted to sous chef, which is actually a blessing. I had a hard time with it at first, because I was so used to cooking. But it's not always a bad thing to let someone else step in and take over sometimes!  Our kitchen is the first room you walk into in the house. It's so warm and welcoming. When I was apartment hunting, I was getting ...