You, My Love.

When I look into your eyes...it's like the whole world gradually slows down and gravity seizes to exist. 

I'm in this odd shape of existence with you.

And I don't want to leave.

I want to bar the door so no one else can be between us, but you and I. 

I want you.

I want your arms wrapped around mine.

I want your love, and your body as your sweat sticks to mine. 

I want you. 

I want your laughs, jokes, mistakes, and anger. 

Some think I'm crazy, some think I just need a glass of wine,... but if you truly knew me? You'd know that all I need is 

YOU. 

A "you", they say. Who is this "you"?

I'm not sure yet. Or maybe I am. 

But I do know that he's out there, somewhere, staring into my eyes and saying in a toned whisper, 

"don't leave me, my love".

Some days

Some days, I feel just fine. But, other days, I feel like an ice sculpture melting away her own identity to the unknown onlooker...let me tell you- life is a journey, not a hike. It will make you feel like nothing matters, and everything matters in less than day. Do I have anything else to say? No, I think I'm done for today 💙 but yes I'm okay, just expressing my broken heart of shattered dreams. 

To Write, or Not to Write?

I’m not a writer. I never have been. I’ve spent days dreaming of who I would be in the future, a person of success and happiness- With a college degree in one hand and the love of a lifetime from an unrealistic man in the other.

But, I’m not a writer. I never have been.

Writing isn’t just about being the best you can. Writing is about taking the words and dreams painted in your heart and making them come to life on paper. Writing gives us an opportunity to express ourselves in ways we may not have otherwise been able to.

Did you hear me? I’m not a writer. I never have been.

It helps distinguish the unkown and communicate things we never thought we could. We take a word, and give it weight... like the pounds of emptiness in our hearts alongside the walls of broken dreams in our aortic chambers.

Okay, stupid, I’m not a writer. I never have been.

Your right, I’m not. Your not. We’re not just writers, we’re people. We’re not stupid, we’re human. Humans with the power to write our own souls. People with dreams, broken ones and ones that will come to life. We’re  human beings with the need to belong, be loved, and to live. We live lives that deserve….to be written.

We are people. We are writers. We are Dreamers. But most importantly, we’re Human Beings... destined to be loved with a pen and paper in hand.

With love from a dreaming human,

Me

Transfer Feelings Explained

Hey friends! I haven't been on here in so long, I almost forgot I even had a blog. So this is how it happened: tonight as I was avoiding homework, I stumbled across this art of writing (aka my blog haha) I had been creating during one of the biggest transitions in my life. I was amazed but also blessed by the things I said because it reminded me of the bittersweet memories at Madison and it also taught me things I needed to be reminded of today.

But hey, I'm sure you want to know more of a life update from me, because, hey-it's been some months.

Any-who, over the course of the past year or so so much has changed in my life. If you would've told me in high school how my undergraduate career would go, I probably wouldn't have embarked on the boat called, "college."

But anyways, in the Fall of 2016 I transferred to a smaller school closer to home. When I say smaller, I mean SIGNIFICANTLY SMALLER than Madison. When I first transferred I felt very lost and alone, and separated from reality since absolutely no one around me seemed to understand what I was going through since transferring was like a "taboo of failures." I don't know why people saw transferring as a bad thing-isn't it empowering to have the courage to make a change when you know it's needed? I think so. So here's what happened: I had finally made my semi-solidified friend groups at Madison, but then, what felt like over night,  I was being thrown into the pit of every persons fears for a second time around to find friends and a new life. I chose to transfer not because I didn't love Madison though, I chose to transfer because Madison didn't fit me and who I wanted to become. Do I know exactly what that means? No, I don't, but I do know that I had a gut feeling God was calling me elsewhere, so I left.

I love my new school though. There's great people, great friends, experiences I have had thus far that I will never forget, and academics that push me pass my comfort zone. I feel like over the past year or so I have changed for the better and I can't thank God enough for what has happened and how things have played out in my life recently.

Although things have been going well at my new school, there's also been some struggles that I have been going through but also learning. When I first enrolled here, I had issues with class year and transfer credits and all the crazy hassles transfer students have to go through that no other  "normal" undergraduate student seems to understand (whatever that means). So the entire first year I spent here, I was constantly being mistaken for the wrong class year, dis-cluded from my class year activities, and I was always ALWAYS the person who never got the email for 2019 nursing majors. Oh yeah! I don't think I mentioned that before either, but I also decided that Nursing is my passion and thus my major for college as well. I'll do another blog post about Nursing though because that area of my life is so meaningful to me.

Another struggle I went through when transferring was dealing with getting into the courses that I needed. I could never get into courses for my class year. So often times, I was just placed in these awkward freshman classes where I had that weird 2 minute intro about myself on the first day of class where I explain my whole situation of transferring and losing credits and blah blah blah where everyone "pretends to listen" but actually has no f--ing clue what your talking about. But suddenly when I say I transferred from University of Wisconsin-Madison everyone seems confused as to why I'd leave one of the most legendary schools in America. Yep, that was my life in a nut shell when I first came here. But, as time went on I didn't get asked as much and I stopped letting the "transfer student" title hold me back from my success and future here.

Although I am in the class of 2019, I also had unfortunate events happen over the summer of 2017 in my family. Furthermore, it put me behind in credits so I will be graduating in 2020 after all since nursing courses move in blocks that can't be rearranged or moved around. Even though this was kind of hard on me emotionally at first, I think it is for the best and I think God has a reason for everything he does in my life. But anyways, I think I've rambled enough. I'd like to do more blog posts about my feelings since that has been something I have been battling with and getting it into words to help others is very powerful in such positive ways.  I hope you all have a good rest of your week <3 Write to you soon!

The Cliff

        Hey everyone! I haven't been on my blog lately, and that's mostly due to life directing my attention towards pursuing a Nursing degree! But anyways, I really want to share an experience I had earlier this week at a school Lutheran service. The pastor shared something I think is so evident in my life, and it may be for you too. He spoke about how he had a scary experience with rock climbing, and the rock he had been latched to started to fail him. Then, he went on to say that sometimes, the things in our life that seem to be a rock, and have us grounded, end up being the things that fall apart on us. Are you holding onto temporary things in your life that you know won't support you for long?

Of course the pastor probably explained it about twenty times better than I just did-- However, my point is that, even in my own life I have been looking for fulfillment in temporary things. Recently, I've really had to take a step back and look at my life and reevaluate what I set as my priorities. Not going to lie, for the longest time all  I wanted was a boyfriend. I would do anything to just have a boyfriend. But I'm realizing that...this is just a temporary fix to the emptiness inside of me. Having a man in my life won't fix me, and he SHOULDN'T fix me- because thats my job. Dating isn't all it's cracked up to be either, just in case you're wondering (lol, but seriously though). So, I'm taking a step back from the dating life and focusing on ME. Because when you force things to work in your life at a specific time, things fall apart. You and I both have to focus on God (if you're a believer, but if not, then maybe destiny), and trust that the right timing will come for your wants and desires. It may not be now, or tomorrow, or next week, but when you follow your heart, many doors tend to open and you're rock may support you.

With love,
Amelia

Jump.

Hey everyone! I know it's been awhile since I have been on my blog, and I apologize for that. The past few months have been so crazy and have changed so drastically words can't even express. Just a little background of what's going on in my life: I decided to transfer colleges, and I honestly couldn't be any happier with my decision. Due to privacy, I won't share which college, but I do know that I am in a much healthier and more positive situation now. Going through the transition process as a sophomore hasn't been easy, but I have no regrets. I believe this is where God wants me to be, and may his will be done.

Now, today, I just felt led to talk about jumping. I mean, who doesn't like to jump? Who am I kidding, jumping is tiring after about the tenth time my feet clang to the floor and my heart rate is racing. So I mean, physically, jumping probably isn't my most favorite thing to do, but it definitely was as a child playing jump rope with my friends.  But that's besides the point. Today I want to talk about "jumping" in a figurative sense. Sometimes in life we see something, we know we want it, but we're too afraid to go and grab it. For me, it was transferring colleges. I was afraid. The interesting thing is that transfers seem to have an even harder time fitting in and not only that but also getting through the mall-check security of administration leaders. However, all of that set aside, again, I knew it was time for me to jump. I knew it was time for me to leave my last school. I saw the opportunity and doors open, and God began to move pieces of my life around so that I too, would be able to take a leap of faith in Him as well. Sometimes, jumping is hard. Taking an extra leap of faith into something you have no idea what the outcome will be can be one of the most challenging and scariest things to go through in life. I mean, who would want to go to a completely new campus after already obtaining a solid friend group in a completely different state? Well guess what, I would, and I did. I guess what I'm trying to say today is that I encourage my readers and myself to find something in your life that you can jump for. Find that one thing you seem to think is impossible, or something you have been wanting for a long time, and take a leap of faith and go for it. You'll never know unless you try, and you'll never know if you never give it a whirl. It's up to you, but with jumping also comes growth. The more you jump, the more you find yourself, the more you learn, and the happier you can become. Jumping isn't just physical, its also mental. So, are you going to jump or not?

Frozen Windows.

      Hey there! It’s been forever since I have written on my blog, but I am glad to be back! I’m not sure how many of you read my blog, but if you’re reading this, I’m glad you are here. I’m glad you’re reading what I have to say about life and I hope you find it somewhat interesting. Here’s my little piece of writing for today. Interpret it however you want to. Remember, what I say is what I feel like writing about, not necessarily things going on in my life. Enjoy. 

Frozen Windows

Its frustrating seeing him leave. I have decided to let go, but now I am numb to the others. It’s hard to find someone when all your love is disappeared. Shattered. Taken away. Gone like the rain running down the window pane. You feel absolutely nothing. You hear someone shouting outside, but their words are so muffled you sit there in silence watching the raindrops quickly slide to the bottom of the window pane. You sit there completely lost. You know what you want to do, you want to let the person inside...but you don’t know how to yet. You sit there patiently waiting. Waiting until you no longer feel the frozenness of your heart, and the stillness of your emotions. Will I ever feel again?

Building Emotions.

       My grandfather always told me, “you see, many people let their emotions lead them, but you must be smart and think with your head as well.” He’s right. Emotions shouldn't be something that completely guides our lives, but rather a buffer or as I would like to call it—“a cherry on top” of it all. Well, today is special because it is the first time I want to share one of my own writings. First, I would like to give you all background. When I began writing for my blog, I was always careful about what I would post on here, as anyone would be. However, I strongly think that sharing your deepest, most touching pieces can impact so many. This is why I choose today to finally share one of my pieces and step outside of my comfort zone. Not everything I write about is necessarily going on in my life, but rather what I chose to connect and write on. I hope that you enjoy it, and realize that it is just a writing, not my life representation. Love you guys, enjoy.

Trapped

    by Amelia M. 

Sometimes I feel trapped. Maybe not in a physical sense, but in an emotional tense. I feel as if I’m constantly being toyed with my emotions- a doll dead to respect, but awake to the empty emotionless flings with which so many say cures the pain. It’s not a great feeling at all—nothing seems to fix the broken pieces inside of myself. Its as if I constantly stare back at myself through the broken mirror while stepping on the broken glass below my feet— only pieces are left. Instead of thinking about the future, I keep thinking about the past, what could have been done, what I did that was wrong, and that it is because of it that I am here where I am now. Constantly sitting here thinking to myself what if. What if I just took the risk and told everyone how I truly felt rather than sitting here in the bushes waiting for a simple answer. Fear. Thats why the silence remains. Fear captures me and traps me inside of a box keeping me from saying anything. Trapped in a box, sealed with the tape of fear, shipped with the address of my emotions. Sometimes I try to escape the repetitive feeling of being trapped, but then I’m reminded of my past, or a past friendship that comes to crush me right back to where I was. But where am I now? Who am I now? Am I trapped? I don't even think I really know anymore because I've seemed to lost my seal of emotion. 

The Writings of a Truly Close Friend.

Hey there friends, I’m back. College has been pretty crazy this semester, and life has taught me a lot. In fact, I've learned so much within the past few months I couldn't even begin to explain to you all that I have learned in my classes. Each day I go to class, I feel as if I get one step closer to finally reaching my dream. Not going to lie, it is truly difficult to wake up for Math class every single morning, but I try to keep my vision in mind. But anyways, my point is that life has been alright and I have missed you all—my readers. I am thankful to have you all support me, or whomever is reading this, whether you’re just a guest, friend, mentor, or even just an acquaintance from long ago. 

Today I don’t want to write about anything specific. I know I typically have topic posts, but I thought it would be a great idea to twist things a little. I thought it would be great to share something one of my friends shared with me the other day. It is something so powerful and something I could most certainly relate to. No matter where you are in life, I think this is a great read, but especially for those of you having a hard time letting go of someone or something in your life. It is more of an emotional statement about a past lover of hers, but she was more than happy to let me share it with you all. I hope you like or find meaning in her writing: 

“Why does my heart still skip a beat every time I hear your name? It’s as if we are still somehow secretly intertwined. I keep having this hope that someday soon you will finally come back to me and apologize for what you have done and we can continue our lives. You made me happier than anyone ever had. Each time I try meeting another one, I compare them to you and I still haven't met anyone better to me than you. I don't know what to do anymore. I’m miserably alone and I cant control my feelings anymore. It's like a constant ring. I keep waiting for the moment when I finally log into my Facebook to see her. To see her sitting there next to you smiling into your eyes. To see you happy with her; and her with you. I wish I could be her for you. I wish there was some part of me that could make you happy….because if there was such thing as laying down my life for you, I truly would. I don’t know why I care so much about a guy that took my heart, crushed it, then spat it back in my face, but I really do. I wish he knew how much I felt. But I fear she's already there, and me saying something would only distract him from his true happiness. Sometimes I feel like a failure. Like I failed him in some ways. However, the truth is that he also failed me. No, its that we failed each other. But, for some damn odd reason, I cant stop hoping and it drives me nuts. I cant stop hoping for us to come back, for my heart to feel his again, for me to touch the virgin skin I touched once long ago. I just cant let go. Not yet. It's been several months and I still feel the heartbreak. I hope for us, but more than that, I just hope him to be happy with whomever he choses.” -Unknown 

Princess Beauty.

“You’re a beautiful princess, you know.”

        These words. I remember hearing these words as a little girl not thinking anything of them. My father would tell me this so often to me while growing up. Eventually as I grew older, I thought of it as an “okay dad, whatever.”  Actually, according to dictionary.com, the definition of beautiful (adj.) is “having beauty; possessing qualities that give great pleasure or satisfaction to see, hear, think about, etc.; delighting the senses or mind…” However, the true meaning and what my father hoped for me to see didn't start to make way to me until about a year ago.

          I found that beauty isn't just something visible to others. It’s both inner, and outer. I’m sure so many of us have heard this saying about beauty several times, but do we truly understand it? I was 17 years old when it hit me. I had been thinking of it all wrong. To me, I knew beauty was made up of these two factors, but I only knew beauty for its daily annoying saying my father always gave me. Or even how some girls seemed to be more pretty than others. I was 17 years old though. There came a guy in my life and he looked me directly in the eyes and said, “You’re beautiful, you know.” I remember letting those words sink in, and it slowly hit me. It hit me that the word beautiful has so many definitions and is so powerful that its almost incomprehendable. It’s soft, gentle, and marvelous and yet so many don't know the beauty they posses. I began to realize that I didn't have to try and be someone I wasn't with others because I was beautiful in my own way. However, I was 17 years old when it hit me. It hit me that maybe I was beautiful in my very own weird way. Maybe I did have meaning in this world. Why did it take for someone else in my life to have me understand this? Couldn’t I have understood it by the very words of my own father? I seem to ask myself the same thing. It’s different to have another being tell you other than you're immediate family. With family it may seem as if its their job to tell you, but with another friend, lover, or acquaintance, it hits home. I was 17 years old. At 17 years old, I knew I had beauty in me that radiated and could change the world I lived in. All it took was for me to realize and use it to further accomplish my goals and radiate my inner beauty of my heart to those around me. So friends, never forget your beauty, because it took me 17 years to finally realize mine.

The Beauty in Perspective.

       Taking in the beauty of things. Have you ever noticed the small things you seem to pass up everyday? Nowadays we're all so consumed with our daily routines, fast-paced life, and social media that we forget the small things we leave behind without a second glance. How about that small picture frame that rests beside your bed? Why is it there? Normally one would say it's because it reminds you of something or someone that makes you happy. Or how about the beauty of the nature outside? Do you ever sit outside and listen to the rustling leaves in the fall, crunch of snow in the winter, or the sounds of a lawn mower in the Spring? If your anything like me, the answer would be no.
        But what if we did? What if we took the time to take in the beauty of the small things? See, thats the thing I fear most about life on this Earth. I fear I will miss out on the small beautiful things and focus too much on materialistic things. I keep thinking how I'll miss the precious moments of my children because I'm too busy trying to capture the moment. Maybe its better to just BE in the moment, than to capture it. I'm not ranting to you, instead I'm trying to point out something so many of us do in life. We overlook the beautiful things and take life on this Earth for granted.
       In High School, we had a pastor come and share a sermon on a perspective. As we were all listening intently to this energetic pastor, he held up a blue marker and said, "this is your life." Now, like any other person in the room, we were confused-- how could a marker possibly signify our life? But I listened intently. He then went on to explain how God sees our life in all time zones: past, present, and future. However, we only see our life head on, but we don't see the entire thing in one view. Rather, we only see the past and present. He told us that God knows our path and that we just need to trust Him in all that we do and He will guide us down the right path in life. I think one of the lessons I got out of that sermon was that if we focus too much on the past or future, we miss the present. So how about being too focused on materialistic things? Will we miss the present time of our lives?
        Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly the most religious person ever. I don't condemn people for who they are, and I'm not saying you should all believe what I do. However, I felt this analogy could be used as a tool for your very own life.  I think life is not only about our perspectives but also what we make of it. Viewing life in a "beauty" perspective and focusing on the small things is something I am hoping so many of us in this world try. You see, I don't want to miss the special moments in my life. I want to focus on my present and not let the future or past distract me. Having goals and dreams for the future is okay of course, but focusing too much on things out of your control will only distract you from your current situations. I don't know about you, but I want to be there for my future generations to share those small joyous moments. Even though God Himself may be the only one to truly know exactly my destiny in life, I do know one thing for sure: I'm taking in the beauties of this world before its too late.

Fear of the Possible.

Sometimes I stay up late at night wondering to myself, "What If." What if I were to pursue everything  I ever dreamed of? What if I failed? What if I end up working a job that will never allow me to pay off my student loans? What if I never find another romantic partner? If you're anything like me, these questions bounce around in my brain on a daily basis. However, today I write to all of you out there with a dream and a book full of "what if's." To those of you who are in this situation (I speak to myself also), I encourage you all to go follow your dreams. No matter how big they are, you should reach for the stars, and remember that the sky is your only limit. This may seem cliche, but its true. Stop being afraid of the future, and failure. If there's one thing I learned while being at college so far, its that there's always another way. If you fail, take a step back and evaluate the situation and try again. There's no right or wrong answer to your life. It's YOURS, and you're in control. To my "what if" fellow friends, I encourage each one of us to take control of our own fears and turn it into energy to go after what we really want in life. For those who have their life together, I encourage you to share with others your accomplishments. Stop letting other peoples opinions block your own happiness and dreams. Go after it. I mean, you've only got about 60-80 years anyways. Make those years count, and NEVER stop dreaming.

The Brick Wall of Religion.

Hey there. Lately, I have been finally feeling a sense of belonging here on my campus. There is nothing I love more than spending nights laughing, eating pizza, and watching movies with my new friends here. However, there has been a lot going through my mind lately. Not only have I been pressured to do certain things, I have also been tested with my faith. The disappointing thing is that I don't know enough apologetics to have a firm stand, and that makes me question my own self sometimes. To be able to say that I believe in Jesus Christ, but am not able to explain much into it with evidence or answer deeper questions is beyond disappointing. I have taken classes in Apologetics and Hermeneutics while in High School, but I never took them seriously and failed to recognize their value. Now that I am college, I wish I could answer some of my friends' questions or share with people what I've found about Christ or how He has shaped my life today.
     Being on a large, public college campus, there are so many religions, cultures, identities, etc., that the list never ends. However, concerning religion and belief systems, the face of Christianity doesn't have a good look. For those of you unaware, there are constant street preachers claiming to be Christian. They stand on the corners of our campus, yelling and condemning others for not accepting Christ. Then while in class today, one of my professors decided to provide some comments about the situation as if it were a joke. It is unfortunate that Christians are seen this way by the world; as if we are nothing but condemning hypocrites. It's also sad to see how much of an impact street hypocrites are making in the lives of those who have never heard the Gospel. I am tired of not being able to have answers (for those around me) to things I have already been taught. It is hard to sit in silence when someone decides to ridicule my faith. In those situations, I always hear, "choose your battles wisely" ringing in the back of my head.  As I look around myself, I have begun to realize that more than half of the people I study or associate with outside of class aren't Christian. A large majority here are either agnostic or atheist. And lately, I have taken the backseat to see the positions and different aspects of the world they are coming from. I hope that if my words can't lead people to Christ, it will be my daily actions that do. Goodnight.

Looking Forward, Not backward.

Hey friends!
     I know I haven't been on here much lately! I just wanted to give a life re-cap and then discuss the topic for today. First of all, I would like to say that college is amazing. I've only been here for two months and I can already tell you that it's been the best 60 days of my life. I am continually learning new things about not only myself, but also other people around me. I love being independent, out on my own, and growing in myself. What a blessing it is to call this place my new home and have such amazing new friends. High School was fun, but I am glad to have moved onto the next chapter of my life.

Todays topic of discussion is growing in yourself and looking forward.

Lately I have been thinking about my life on a deeper level. Midterms have been probably the biggest disappointment ever. Not having things go exactly how you expected them to is hard to accept. However, I personally, have been training myself to just keep looking forward. You see, thats what I think so many of us struggle with. I think that we should all try to evaluate our lives at some time, change a few things for the better, and keep moving. This concept isn't limited to just school, relationships, or even with your best friends. Knowing how to keep striving and being positive can increase our well-being. It can make us better people in the long run, with a burning reason to just keep seeking the best. For example, when I got a low grade on an exam, I decided to take it as a way for me to find new ways of studying and learning that I've never thought of before. Although it is hard to except the fact that I am struggling in some areas of my life, I have chosen to keep moving with what I was given by improving my mistakes. If all else fails, I keep my eyes on my goals and purpose in life. The only way we will truly grow is to fail a few times, pick up the broken pieces, and then mold them back together to be even better/stronger. This sense of looking forward in life will increase our happiness and ability to see growth in our daily lives. So whether or not what I  wrote to you made sense or not, I just want you to remember this: Are you looking back, when you should be looking forward? Just promise me you will never let the past negatively impact your future success.

Is He Real?

My purpose for this blog is not to make only spiritual/religion based posts, but to share about my own personal life. However, today I'm feeling the sudden urge to talk about Jesus Christ. In particular, I have a question for all: Is Jesus real?

I have battled with this simple three worded sentence for a long time, and still to this day. Although, I just realized something different. What if this phrase is asking if 'Jesus is real to us in our own lives', rather than asking if He is/was physically real? Many of us go to church every Sunday (not going to lie, I haven't gone in forever), bible study groups, and pray to the Lord every night and day. Even though so many Christians do these daily routines (including myself), can we go on and grow spiritually without having Jesus be real to us? I think theres a point where we have to realize that Jesus is real in our own lives, and thats when we can allow Him into our daily routines and relationships. For myself, I know I'm in the process of finding Jesus and I'm not sure where I stand. However, I do know who He is, what He's done, and most of the main Bible stories. But He hasn't become real to me in my own life. I hear of Him in my peers' lives, but not in my own. I wait for Him to do something that will be something I can finally respond to by saying, "Jesus must be real because...(fill in the blank)." For a long time I have not been listening to what God has been telling me, and I've lost sight of Him. I'm not telling you that I've suddenly found my way tonight, because I'm still lost in the sea of life. However, I think tonight marks a time when God showed me that He wants to be a reality in my own life. Not someone I pull out of a box (only) in times of trouble, but someone who stands by my side every day, no matter what the circumstance. He's different from anyone in this world because He takes my hand...and never lets go. God is becoming REAL in my life, and I'm glad I could share it with the world today.

Be You, and Only You.

BE YOU. I feel like this is a phrase that we all hear on a constant daily basis. However, I think it's something that all of us (particularly women) still struggle with. I know a lot of us also hear about how we're all beautiful (for believers: in Gods image) and that we don't need any of the societal ideas of "perfect" to destroy our beauty. But let me ask you this, what do you see when you look in the mirror?...

Do you see the beautiful creature handmade by a creator who designed every single inch and millimeter of your being? Or do you see all the things that could possibly be fixed, moved around, or hidden so that we can achieve the so called, "social norm" of covering our flaws? I'm not saying that wearing make-up is God-forbidden, because lets get real, I wear make-up everyday because I enjoy it. It's part of my daily routine. But I'm asking you all to think about why and what your covering up. For what reasons. Just remember that you're ALL beautiful, every single inch of your being has been perfectly made (Yes, even that stretch mark too). To all the single women out there, just know that your prince charming should love you for who you are, and you should NEVER have to change your body image for a partner. Just be the flawed self that you are because thats what makes you not only unique, but also a princess with beauty. You are beautiful, perfect, and wonderfully made. You are a Jewel. Value yourself ladies, and see the beauty bestowed in yourself.

Leaving the Past in the Past.

Have you ever caught yourself dwelling on what happened a few days, weeks, or even a month ago? How you could've avoided something, or how you regret your previous choice? Well I've personally had this happen to me plenty of times. The only question is...how do we avoid this doubt and fear of the past decisions in our lives? Is it even possible to forget the past? Thats the thing...It will never be possible to forget what happened to us, but we do have the capability to take it and leave it where it ended. Don't pick up what was already broken. If you made the wrong decision yesterday, start today off on a better note and make the right decision today. You don't have power over yesterday because it's already over; but you do have power over the today and the "now." Now is your time to start new and leave the past behind you and Achieve YOUR Dreams without the brokenness of yesterday.

         

         

Acceptance in Our Daily Lives

Today. If I could possibly sum up my day to you in just one word I would define it as marvelous. It was such a fantastic day here in Madison. I got to meet some more peers in my program and explore the city zoo. I have a big day for tomorrow with many errands to run, but I've been feeling the sudden urge to just blog and get my thoughts out there. I truly hope that the words I'm writing/have written will be a blessing to everyone who reads it. It's my goal to not only share my life with you all, but also to make an impact in other lives. Whether that be by you just simply reading what I have to say, then so be it.

Anyways, the topic for today is acceptance. Once again, I'm not exactly sure why I chose this one, but its just been on my heart. Everyone truly wants to be accepted by at least one person in their life. While here at college, my first weekend has been the constant cycle of everyone trying to find their home and some sort of "acceptance" with their new friends. College is cool because absolutely no one knows who you used to be, so you can finally come on a clean slate to start your life back over again. Personally, I think the best way to be accepted is to just be yourself. It may seem silly for me to say this, but you'd be surprised how many people I've ran into that seem to be in this situation. Being yourself should always be the number one priority, and eventually, your true friends will come too. I'm going to be completely honest and say that coming from a religious high school previously, its been different for me to just accept everyone. Just because you accept someone for who they are, doesn't mean you have to agree with it. There's a difference there folks. Accepting and agreeing. Also, this is a little off topic but I feel the need to touch on the fact that you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped. Just never forget that. We will all eventually impact someone's life during our time here on Earth, whether they accept us or not. The only lingering questions are, "who and when?" Well thats the thing...how about now? Start being the light in the darkness, accept others, and be that impact. Spread like wildfire and never stop believing in YOU.

         

                               

Clarity in the Scientific Field of Love.

Well, the day has come in which stands the last day my entire family is sound asleep and I'm still living here under the same roof. I'm going to miss being at home with my family more than anything. If anyone doesn't know me on a personal level, you should know that I am a very emotional person. I care a lot for people, and I would probably cross the ocean for someone I love.


Speaking of which, today I felt the sudden desire to expound on the magnificent topic of love. Earlier in my postings I mentioned that I wasn't quite sure if I even believed in love in the first place. I'm not exactly sure why, but suddenly I've began to realize what love is to me. Love is going the extra mile just to see that other person happy, even if it means you suffer. Love is putting your selfish needs aside and caring for others. It never envies or boasts. However, so often, our own generation uses this powerful word without realizing what it actually means. Personally I think thats why I wasn't sure if love existed. I didn't think it existed because someone in my life had failed me, shortly after they told me how deep their love for me was. Love doesn't give up. It's powerful and can break even the most strong beings in this world. I truly believe its the one thing our hearts truly yearn for in life. Wherever any of you find love is completely your own decision, but just know this: love is all of these things I have mentioned, and more. I hope as this day concludes, that everyone in this world (including you) finds someone to experience true love with (whether it be romantically, or with a friendship). Don't limit your surroundings because of someone who hurt you. LOVE can hurt you if it's fake, but don't let it take who you are. Stand up for what you want, and never give up. 

          

Half Empty or Half Full?

What if I told you that you have the power to change what really happens to you in life? Well its true. I feel that sometimes people fail to realize the power of our own mind and words. Ultimately we control our entire lives, just by the simple thoughts we have everyday. It's all about your perspective- "is the glass half full or half empty?" I know we all have heard that saying just about a million times, but its true. If your in a tough time in life, try to look at your perspective. Instead of looking at it one way, try seeing the situation differently. Don't look at it from the front, but rather from the side view. With moving to college, it's very hard not to be sad to leave my family behind but as soon as my aunt talked to me about the way I've been looking at it,  I've been more joyous. Yes, my life is changing. However, it's changing for the best and it's time to take my own leap into the world and make my family proud. Today I'm beginning to change my perspective, and living better emotionally because of it.