I’m kind of awkward socially…. but whatever!

So I am staying in Austin with a friend (one of my favorite cities… that’s another blog), and I realized how I’m still so socially awkward.

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Honestly, I fooled myself into thinking I was past that awkward phase of my life. For years, I earned the name “quiet girl” because of how much I kept to myself. I was afraid of branching out. I wondered if anyone would like me. I struggled to talk to people, especially people I really wanted to be friends with. I did not relate to anyone around me, so as a coping mechanism, I isolated myself.

I thought I was past all of that…

But nope, it still exists, even at almost 30 years old.

And you know what? Whatever!

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Finding Peace in the In-Between

I am learning to find beauty in the in-between periods of my life.

I may not have the perfect career, relationship, or life, but deep in my heart, I know I am headed in the right direction.  I may not achieve all my goals, but maybe what I think I want is not exactly what I need.  When you get to the point of enjoying the ride, you feel a sense of peace, simply observant of the journey that you are on.

Often, we become so obsessed with the future that we forget to enjoy the most beautiful part: the current moment.

Growing up, I dealt with so much insecurity. I was put down for the way I looked and how I acted. I felt like I was never good enough.
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How to Forgive Yourself and Let Go

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Have you ever made a mistake you just couldn’t move past?

Maybe you overslept for one of the biggest job interviews of your life.
Maybe you went back to your toxic ex when you knew they would just hurt you again.
Maybe you snapped at someone because you weren’t in the right frame of mind.

Sometimes mistakes are small. Sometimes mistakes are huge.  Sometimes mistakes are micro-decisions that build up and turn into less than ideal outcomes down the road. 

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Why I  Should Have Never Bought the Cake

I should have never bought the cake.
I knew I should have never bought the cake.
 

I bought the cake anyway.

 

It started off innocently, as most things do.

 

After a long day of work, I stopped at the grocery store intending to pick up a few items for dinner.

Harmless things, really: veggies,  some pasta, and fruit. What could possibly go wrong?

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