Dear Smile-Keepers,
We’re finally at the end of the year! All the things we once stressed so much about in 2019 have (hopefully) gone away and we’re (hopefully) at a point where we’re able to realise that things aren’t forever… nothing is more important than right now.
It’s just after 1am on the eve of my birthday and I’m listening to Kid Ink’s No Strings while multi-tasking—I’m going through Pinterest so I can make a collage for my Instagram feed. I’m hoping this is the prelude mood for what’s to come when I turn 24 because I am so at peace—I’m happy and in my element and I’m smiling!
I read a tweet this morning about how there are 50 or so days to go until the end of the year… time flew, didn’t it? just a few months ago, I was at a totally different place to where I am now and I think that’s the case for a lot of people—we’ve grown in some way.
I think I took about two blogging breaks back to back from June/ July. During that time, I had a lot on my plate regarding family, and I also found myself experiencing panic/ anxiety attacks from the things I’d buried inside instead of dealt with, along with my college work load and the worry about not graduating on time.
I’m still getting the hang of calling myself a woman, is that weird? 23 years into this life thing and, for some reason, I don’t feel like an actual woman yet. Most of it has to do with materialism. I suppose that after
If you’d asked me in high school what I wanted to do after I finished, my list of possible career paths would’ve included fashion design, forensic sciences or media… the very last resort being running off into the sunset with a really wealthy Italian man for a career as a housewife. My love for storytelling has never died down, even when my dreams of what I wanted to become changed.
Dear Smile-keepers,
I really felt ready to come back the last time I spoke to you all after my little blogging break. I was certain everything was back on track and I’d really love to blame Mercury going retrograde but, July was my toughest month of an otherwise beautiful 2019. I had mental breakdown after mental breakdown, I strayed from my spirituality as a result, choosing to wallow in my negative emotions and close myself off to actually facing my internal struggles… I was a mess.
I was about 6 when I realised something was seriously wrong with me. On my first day of ‘big school’, we’d been assigned seats and I sat in a group with 3 other girls, these two long desks put
When I was a child, I used to have this reoccurring dream about myself flying in this beautiful, very green garden of some sort with someone I’d never met in awakened life. I can’t tell you if they were a boy or a girl, but they held my hand whenever I had this dream, to ensure I wouldn’t fall into the river below where sometimes, crocodiles were swimming in the clearest of waters.
Dear Smile-keepers,
We’ve made it to yet another month and I’m honestly very thrilled to be free of my college stress for at least a few weeks to get back into the swing of blogging and focusing my energy on my other passions.
