The younger me didn’t trust herself. Ignoring my inner voice who knew, Just knew the right way forward. Placing my destiny in other hands. Malleable, pliable me; shaped and molded, I doubted the wise owl within.
From a pretty young age, I’ve been a bookworm. I loved playing soccer, hide-and-seek and hopscotch with the best of them but reading…well that is something I never bored of. Confession to my parents who may be reading this post: When you used to ground me for whatever transgression I committed as a child, I secretly squirmed … Continued
This day went quite differently than planned. It featured an unexpected day home with DD who was on quarantine from daycare. Overnight she was hit with some crazy stomach bug or “food disagreement”…three times I might add. Fortunately that was it and her spirits were high the whole day. However, my husband was down for … Continued
I recently discovered some childhood treasures. Included with these memory buckets of times gone past is a diary I kept when I was 11 years old. When I spotted the diary again after all of these years (and believe me, plenty of years have passed), I was excited to read it. What experiences and thoughts were considered … Continued