balloon tied to chair

Yesterday, I turned 29.

I’ve been on this earth for 29 years and I think I’m finally getting the hang of life. Reading back on some of my previous writings, both here and in my journals, and reflecting on where I was, gives me a lot to think about. The journey to 29 has not been an easy one and it hasn’t always been fun, but I’m here, living out my last year as a twenty-something. It’s like New Year’s without the fireworks. I still have cake and champagne though.

Like most years before it, I sat down to come up with 29 truths I’ve learned in my 29 years. Unlike most years, I came up with way more than 29 because apparently I’ve learned a lot. Ironically, much of that learning took place over the last year. If there were things I thought I knew, the last year of my life served as confirmation.

So…here we go. View Post

Hanging ghost ornament with hay

It’s been fall for about 3 weeks now and I’m finally getting around to making my bucket list. Typically, this is an annual thing for me even if I don’t end up coming back to update the progress. This fall is no different.

Like every other fall for as far back as I can remember, I have that tingling sensation of renewal. I feel like I work all year long to get to this point and I have such an appreciation for it. In my world, fall marks a few milestones:

  • The start of a new school year.
  • My birthday–October 31st. This year, I’ll be 29.
  • Our anniversary–October 30th. 3 years married and we’re still chugging along.
  • A slower pace. Summer is very fast paced for our family. For whatever reason, instead of relaxing and going with the flow, I feel like my schedule is air tight with no room for mistakes. During the fall, I can breathe again.

About a bucket list View Post

My mom says I have a black thumb. Not a green thumb, but a black one. Any and every plant-like thing I touch, pretty much dies. Imagine her surprise when I told her I was creating a balcony garden.

mason jars

I’m like 99% sure that my mom doesn’t mean anything by it when she talks about how terrible I am at taking care of stuff and keeping things alive. Thankfully, J is the exception to the rule and has done pretty well over the years, but almost everything else has gone to shit. So, honestly she has a point. It is very, very hard for me to keep things like herbs, flowers, and animals (RIP Charlie the Guinea Pig) alive. It’s never intentional, but their care just kinda falls through the cracks. Well, in the case of Charlie, I solemnly believe that he had an undiagnosed medical condition that hastened his death, but that’s neither here nor there. He’s in a better place.

Back to the balcony garden. View Post