• Old habits die hard

    I grew up in a very, very, very small part of the world. Super small. I think the population was 271 a few years ago. Photo courtesy of Leadhill.org. It’s the kind of place that you know everyone or know who everyone is. My family wasn’t one of the most affluent ones. We did well to get by each month. If it weren’t for my grandmother, I don’t know what we would have done. I went to school with other kids that didn’t seem to have the same issues in life that I did. It was easy in that town to judge others. I felt judged. I felt that people…

  • A weekend I’ve waited for

    Happy Monday! I hope you all had a good weekend! Obviously, from the title of this blog, I did! Since I’ve moved to Nashville, I’ve been waiting for a weekend that felt like it was any other weekend. I know that doesn’t make sense so let me try to help… Think about your weekends. Do you feel at home at whatever you’re doing? Like it’s just normal to be doing whatever you’re doing, whether it’s going out with friends or even if it’s just staying on the couch all day? That’s what I’ve been looking for. For a weekend where everything felt like normal life. And this weekend was that.…