I believe.

Journal Prompt via

I believe in dresses

I believe in family

I believe in fresh air and green mountains

I believe in nail polish

I believe in naps

I believe in friends

I believe in being kind. 

I believe in tender mercies

I believe in adventures

I believe in prayer.

penelope

Real.

“What is REAL?" asked the Velveteen Rabbit one day... "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When [someone] loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. 

"Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand... once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.” 

―Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit 

backwards

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Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.

-Soren Kierkegaard

I am not a blogger, but I do have a blog.

If I was being perfectly honest with all you lovely people I would tell you I really have no business being a blogger. I don't a cute husband, a fabulous camera, mad Photoshop skills, an ideal love life, or my pinterest board closet.

My life is in no way extraordinary, my thoughts aren't always willing to be herded into eloquent articulations, my creativity comes and goes, and I Really like wearing T-shirts.

so..

I blog because everyone has a story to tell.

 I blog to stay in touch with my two best friends on a more creative level than the usual "hi, how are you" texts.

 I blog for the inspiring people I meet through the blogging world.
& naturally

I blog for myself; to attempt capture the wisps of thoughts, and ideas floating in this head of mine.

I am not a blogger
but,

I do have a blog.






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In other news: A layout overhaul is in the works. Be excited!!

We can do it!

I change my backgrounds on all my devices constantly. I like change, it makes my eyes happy. Which is why I was surprised when I realized I have had the same background on my laptop for almost a year now. I guess when I think about it, it makes a lot of sense.

 This is my screensaver.

This last year has been a beast. The climax of several major trials in my life, and for whatever reason this poster makes me feel all girl power-y and kick butt awesome. Silly right? I know, but Rosie makes me feel stronger, and everyone can use a dose of that. 

hang in there. we can do it.

Life and Loss

I consider myself to be young- no matter how much my brother's friends tease me being old. Young people have a whole bunch of life ahead of them; going to college, being with friends, travel, pursuing a career, marriage, starting a family, buying a house, family moments, becoming grandparents, you name it and it can be added to the list.

But then when you hear about death, it makes you put your life on pause and reflection. Am I living a life that if I died today, people would pause and have good things to remember me by? I have been seeing the words "happy," "pretty," "kindest person," "always smiling," "good memories," and other positive words all over my Facebook today and I agree. This girl was such a positive person and even though I was not close with her I saw the light she brought into others lives. She just graduated high school- she just closed a chapter and she was about to start a whole new one with plenty more to come. Her life was not going to end- it was unexpected.

Then I started thinking about Penelope and Jane- what if I lost one of them? I would be in shock, denial, and then devastated. Just picking up my phone to send them a text- and they would never receive it. Just all the simple things. I am so grateful for them and they are alive and well. Prayers go out for those who lost loved ones today. God be with you.