My Formative Years

Be advised: this post may contain triggers for some

I’ve been reading a lot of ‘decade in review’ posts and learning so many interesting things about my blogger friends (mainly where I compare to them age-wise). As is the reason behind these posts, I too began thinking about my past decade and I can honestly say this will forever be the decade that changed me the most.

Long-Lost Sisters… They Do Exist!

Mothers.

The everyday super hero.

Not only are they caretakers for their children and beloved spouses, they often times act as chauffeurs, chefs, personal assistants, doctors, vets, plumbers, landscapers, groupies, and that’s all before lunch. They are the ones boys compare their girlfriends to and girls look to emulate. They are always kind, loving, and compassionate, but watch out when momma bear gets triggered.

Gone, But Not Forgotten

Death is a part of life. It’s a sucky part, but it’s an inevitable phenomenon that we all will have to face at some point, whether it’s a loved one, a colleague, or in the end, our own. Even knowing this, it doesn’t make it any easier when it effects you. Grief, sorrow, pain, anger; it’s all unavoidable. Questions fill you head; of which, there will never be sufficient answers for. Death is infinite, and that scares a lot of people…. including me.

A Letter II

Since my Letter to my Ex was so therapeutic for me, I decided to write a similar letter to my ex best friend…

You were the nerdy trumpet player who wore glasses and had braces, but some how rocked it. You were the first person in our drivers ed class to get your license, but asked me questions when you didn’t know the answers. You told me I was the girl that all the other girls were jealous of. You were told to hate me, but we became fast friends instead. You played volleyball and convinced me to join the team. You rode horses and invited me to the barn any chance we got. We went to prom together. We graduated high school together and ended up at the same university where we received the same degree. 

Friends… I Sure Know How to Pick ‘Em

I’ve never been the type of person to surround myself with a large group of friends. I have one or two friends and consider the rest acquaintances (some closer than others, but acquaintances nonetheless). Back in first grade, my friend was a horse enthusiast like myself, but the difference between her and me was that she had horses. Our play dates and sleepovers consisted of running out to the paddock, finding an unassuming horse, tie a lead to it’s halter and jump on.

Done.

I’m writing out my life in a timeline, so to experience my story the way its supposed to be told, start at I Was That Girl In School… then proceed chronologically by post date.

Maybe things would change once he’s done with school? He’s just under a lot of stress… 

I started making excuses to myself as to why Boyfriend seemed so distant. I accepted being the so-called ‘doormat’ in the relationship: the perpetual giver, seldom a receiver. I needed to find an outlet; something to keep me busy while Boyfriend had a life full of student functions and military trainings. It was almost like a Godsend when a coworker invited me out to play tennis with him and others. I had never really played tennis, but I’m always up for trying new things.