Divine Intervention?

So for the past week or so I have been finding a dime and a penny or eleven cents every single day. Today I found it in my boyfriend’a bathroom? The other day it was outside a gas station and a few days in a row it was next to my bed. The ones I found in my room are in explainable seeing as I’m the only person in there and I haven’t been dropping eleven cents on a regular basis?

I did a little research and apparently finding eleven cents is significant not just the number eleven but the dime and penny phenomenon! It seems from my research that I have an angel who is letting me know it is watching me!! To find this out really warmed my heart and made me think about my day to day life. I think I now need to do a little life inventory and pay attention to time of day of these signs or what my thoughts are and make some positive changes in my life. For now it was really good to know that someone is watching over me :).

For a long time I fought with my spirituality and refused to accept god in my life. I thought with all of the bad in my life and our world how could there be a god. Was he just rejecting our modern day civilization because it was just too horrendous for even his miracles? Yet God refuses to let me disbelieve, my life was given back to me by the angels once, I survived a terrible car crash, and now when I need it most the angels present me with a sign they are watching and here for me. I may not believe in the Bibles interpretation of “god” or “Jesus” but I so believe there is a higher power watching over us all. Sometimes it’s the smallest miracles that remind us we aren’t alone in the world.

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Happy Thanksgiving all!!

In spirit of Thanksgiving I figured I would write a post about gratitude. Most of us live our everyday lives not really taking inventory on things we are grateful for. Many people have food to eat, a roof over their heads and warmth and comfort. Yet we take it for granted all of the time. So here is my list of things I am grateful for:

1. The things I just mentioned, food, shelter, clothing, and heat and hot water. All of the basic necessities it takes to live my everyday life. I am grateful I have never felt a discomfort like hunger or discomfort because of the weather.

2. A loving family; my mother who does everything she can for me with what little she has, my grandparents who taught me things I didn’t think mattered until now like manners and how to make gravy :], my aunts and uncles, my wonderful cousins especially Adam who is probably the only person who consecutively reads this! You are all wonderful and thank you for loving me unconditionally!

3. An amazing boyfriend. You make me smile when I am down and never fail to make me laugh. You care for me and always put my happiness before your own. I love you and I love the way you love me no matter how weird, mean, silly, or panicky I get. Thank you for your wonderful love.

4. All of my technological toys, Phone, computer, etc. I don’t think I could live without them anymore. I am grateful to have every answer I need at my fingertips.

5. A cozy new bed to help my back and my heating pad. Both things, if I did not have, I would not be able to walk around most of the time.

6. A great job and coworkers! You are all an amazing team and make my work day not so miserable!

7. Last but not least, COFFEE! Thank you for waking me up every morning. No matter my mood you always manage to put a smile on my face. Thank you for your warm deliciousness!

I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving and I hope you are all now thinking of the things you are grateful for! There are a million more things I could put into this list but it would bore most people to death. I had to make a list one time when I was away in a program and I think I managed to put 100 things down. That would just be silliness right now though. Oh I am also grateful I got to watch my grandmother battle my cousin’s grandmother tonight in Just Dance! It was hilarious and I will never forget it! Good night everyone and Happy Holidays :]

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I have moved from place to place my entire life; I have never been able to call one place “home”. When people ask me the question ‘where are you from’? I typically don’t have an answer for them; I have to go into a big explanation of the millions of towns and states we have lived in. So far, our final destination has been a small town in a small state (I won’t give up that location because I have yet to decide whether to publish this anonymously and I would rather not hurt people).

I will however, give you a basic description of my current residence. Wide stretches of beautiful mountains, lush forests in every direction you look. The streets are clean; the air is pollutant free and fresh. Everyone knows everyone! You may not know everyone, but everyone else knows you, especially me. I am pretty well known around here, I guess you could call me “infamous”.

I was born in Washington D.C. and my father has always resided there so I have always considered myself a city girl. I walk into traffic, I am stubborn and selfish and I always know where I am and at least three ways to find my way home. I am well rounded culturally and enjoy the luxuries a big city has to offer. The smell of sweaty people, subway steam, and car exhaust may be nauseating to most but it sets my mind at ease and grounds me.

We moved to a small town before we moved to the even smaller town I now reside in. I was in first grade when we moved to that first small town and made a bunch of great friends. I finally felt I had a place in the world; we stayed there until I was in 6th grade. When my mother informed me we were moving I was devastated! When you’re in middle school your entire life revolves around friends, boyfriends, and social life! I was also raised in the era before texting and I had formed a great group of friends and we had three way calls every night! I couldn’t move now! I was at the top of my popularity game. Men wanted me and bitches feared me! I was the middle school Regina George.

I was determined to find my way back to that small town. I told all of my friends I would never associate with the smaller town kids! I refused to do homework or participate in class. And I had a perpetual stomach ache and spent quite a lot of time in the nurse’s office. I figured if I failed out and made zero friends my mother would realize this new school was obviously full of inadequate teachers and moron children!

Every day after school I would devise my runaway plan. The class trip to Cape Cod at my old school was coming up; this trip was what you look forward to the entire time you were in school there! It was like once you were a 6th grader you were a god and Cape Cod was Mount Olympus. Well they were refusing to let me attend said Cape Cod Trip because I no longer attended that school. That’s where my runaway plan came in handy. Basically it went something like this. I would take a train or taxi to Cape Cod and just join the group, no one would notice I had joined obviously and then after I had my beach fun I would head back to one of my friend’s house and secretly live there until I was 18 and could make own decisions. If all else failed I would take a train or plane to DC and live with papa polo until then! Foolproof!

Unfortunately, my mother intercepted one of my notes to my friends describing my plan and grounded me until I turned 18 and put me into counseling at school. Seriously though I make this sound like all fun and tomfoolery but I was sinking into a deep depression and was beginning to develop a very serious panic disorder which would change my life drastically.

I never had any problems in my old school paying attention or sitting through class. Okay, well I had problems paying attention; my friends and I used sign language to talk to each other during class. Again, this was before texting when people actually had face to face, or hand to hand conversations. When I got to my new school I noticed I began to have problems sitting through class, I was sweating and panicking and finding myself short of breath. I wouldn’t figure out until I was 20 years old that I had developed a severe panic disorder. This panic disorder would strike during every class I sat through. It was awful, I avoided going to class and tried to stay home quite often.

Being the popular friend making machine I was I made friends quickly. Little did I know, they were the “weird” kids. I have found in every school I have been to that the “weird” kids are often the easiest people to make friends with and no not because they are desperate for friends but because they are the most genuine. All of those “popular” kids in your school that everyone is so keen to get in with are typically very shallow and are the first to sell you out or back stab you. I made friends with some of the “cool” kids though and had found myself drifting between many groups of people.

I was pretty shy through middle school because I was extremely unhappy there. My mother had moved me to a new strange place filled with small headed country people. It was a very unwelcoming environment and caused me to have many psychological issues. I didn’t find myself breaking out of my shell and leaving my other school behind until the end of 7th grade and the beginning of 8th.

In 7th grade English class there was a boy who sat behind me, his name was SP. SP was a “cool” guy and he had a lot of girlfriends. He was tall, blonde and had a chin the size of a large cardboard box, he was pretty well known for his square chin. A lot of girls found him to be good looking, I never saw that. I thought he was tall and goofy and he kicked his legs out in front of him when he walked, like a horse. He lived down the road from me and we took the same bus. We never talked but every day I sat down I often found me glaring at him as I turned to face the board.

One day we finally spoke. I had terrible acne on my back and I was extremely self-conscience about it, I never wore shirts that would reveal any of it. I made sure to cover it constantly. Well I must have uncovered some while removing my sweatshirt in class because he tapped me on the shoulder and said “What is that on your back?” I said, “Acne” in the nastiest voice I could muster while meanwhile I was dying inside and wanted to crawl into a corner and die. He ended our only conversation with an “ew” and I turned around and refused to look at him ever again.

A year later, in eighth grade, on our bus ride home, I sat with my friend Rachel in the front and discussed the day’s activities and what we would do when we got home. Her mom was the bus driver so even though she lived two towns away she was allowed to ride home with me whenever she wanted. SP and his crew of “cool” kids sat in the back laughing and picking on all of the kids up front. I despised everything about him, his laugh, his voice, his stupid giant chin. A few days before on the bus ride home, he was listening to his cd player and a few kids asked him what he was listening to and he replied “oh just some ‘TWO PACK’” in his cockiest voice. Everyone cracked up! “What! What?” he said confused. “You mean ‘Tupac’”? His friend replied. God what an idiot he was!

Rachel and I descended the bus steps and started heading towards my house. SP got off with his friends last and headed in the opposite direction whispering and laughing to each other. “Sarah stop!” I turned to see him calling to me. It took every fiber of my being not to scream in his face in front of everyone. “What?” I said as calmly as I could. “Um, could we talk over here alone?” I followed him over to a tree off to the side. He had his hands in his pockets and looked a little nervous. “Will, you uh um, will you go out with me?” he stammered. “What?! Are you kidding?” I laughed back and walked away. I didn’t turn back and I held my breath until I reached Rachel again.

When I told her what he had said she looked incredulous. I felt the same way inside. I had never felt so confused in my life, I thought he hated me or was at least disgusted by my awful back acne! I just decided to brush it off and not discuss or think about it ever again.

Not thinking about it didn’t last very long because a few hours later he called me and asked me if I had an answer for him. I immediately asked Rachel what to do! He had a lot of girlfriends and was always in relationship. He was a serial dater, but perhaps this was my way into getting a real boyfriend in this new town! I told him yes, and I decided I would break up with him in a week after I got the school and him talking about how great I was!

As a middle school girl this is about the most exciting thing to happen to you! A brand new boyfriend who was in the eyes of everyone at school “cool”! We would hold hands and maybe kiss! I should probably tell you now that I had only ever kissed a boy before. My first boyfriend had taken my first kiss on our old school playground because my “best friend” at the time said we had to! Little did I know she was kissing him the whole time behind my back and was really just trying to ruin my relationship.

I didn’t really know how to do this whole boyfriend thing and I was definitely nervous, especially since SP and I had hated each other up until this point. I wasn’t sure how we were going to get past that?


Our hatred for each other quickly went away and we found ourselves smitten with each other. The very next day after he asked me out we sat on the bus together on our way to school and talked and got to know each other. At our school each grade was separated into two separate “teams” that just determined which side of the hallway you were on. We were on separate teams in eighth grade so when we got to school that day we had our very first awkward kiss in front of the entire eighth grade and went our separate ways.

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Today, as I was doing my daily browsing of Facebook posts I came across a very close old friend’s status. It read: “a boy in the first grade class I’ve been working in was ecstatic all day because he had a new pencil with an eraser. perspective.” I read the comments below and learned that this first grade boy had received a new pencil with an eraser for his birthday. He came from an incredibly poor family and this pencil was all they could afford.

Instantly, I was brought to tears. This boy was so happy to have this small simple gift; something so insignificant was a cause for celebration. I began to think of all of the things I had and couldn’t imagine being so happy to receive a pencil!! I inquired further. I asked my friend about the situation, I told her that the status had made me cry. She told me that she is an assistant teacher for an inner city school (first grade). She told me about some of the situations these children were in, most of them went hungry and had multiple family members in jail. I again started to cry.

These poor children, so innocent, never having harmed anyone in their lives have to be scarred and carry such heavy burdens. I have never gone hungry in my life or ever had to want for much. They leave school not knowing whether daddy will be home or if dinner will be on the table. Here I am sitting on my expensive laptop googling new tablets and room furnishings. She told me one child had never owned a toy in his life!

She is trying to start an after school program for these kids so that they can have a nice big snack before they go home.This after school program will hopefully involve a sports activity so that these children can have some good life experiences outside of their home that will help them see some good and happiness in the world.

When my boyfriend saw how affected I was by this he told me a story. When he was a child he was in situations like these; as all the other children were taking out their 146 colored crayons with the sharpener in the back he had to take out his 8 pack of basic colors because he couldn’t afford much else. There were times his family had to use a space heater to heat their house and they would all sleep next to it in sleeping bags. Neither of us wanted anyone to have to go through this so he suggested we both take $25 a piece and buy them all some school supplies, coloring books, crayons, etc. It isn’t much but these children take nothing for granted!

People are always flocking to the next big charity or cause that’s on TV or blown up on Facebook but people don’t realize that just around the corner people need help! No you won’t get a million likes on your Facebook page or more followers on twitter for doing it but it’s small acts of kindness like these that change the world. I am hoping to help volunteer and give these small donations and prevent these innocent children from becoming a product of their environment. They are in the age of innocence and are experiencing things most of us will never have to go through in our lifetime. The most devastating thing to happen to them should be a broken crayon, not losing another parent to an overdose or lockup.

We would love any help; any donations at all would be amazing. She is looking to try to get businesses to donate small amounts of money to start up this after school program for these kids.

I hope that this post puts a little perspective into your life; don’t take anything you have for granted because most of us have it a lot better than others. Thanks for listening :]

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Everyone is always posting all of these inspirational quotes to live by, that typically none of them actually live by…I chose to put a quote at the beginning of my chapter to sort of set the vibe for that coming chapter. I think I am going to continue that throughout the entire book but after rereading the first chapter I think this quote may be a little more appropriate to start off my story…


It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light

Aristotle Onassis

Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling.
– Margaret B. Runbeck   <—– That one is for everyone else :]!! LIVE BY IT!! As my wonderful cousin says “POSITIVE MENTAL ATTITUDE”!!!
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A Sample

So I am sort of pursuing becoming an author; I have been writing a book on and off for some time now. I can never decide where to begin or where to move on to next. I don’t know here’s a sample, I would love some feed back!! :]

Chapter 1

“What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.”
Henry David Thoreau

As I stand on top of the mountain and stare down at the miniscule towns and life underneath me I get a vast sense of deep emptiness inside of me. I change my line of vision towards the beautiful blue sky letting my mind float up to the clouds and feel the vacancy start to fill, feel the loneliness start to lift. Never have I felt so close to something so mysterious; the Greater Being, God; whatever you want to call it.

The vibrations of the universe are reverberating through my soul and lifting me to a place of great pleasure and happiness. A happiness no human being or material could ever bring. I stretch out my arms allowing the gentle breeze to carry my thoughts and sorrows away, fill my nose with the fragrant scent of autumn. If I jumped at this very moment maybe I would fly? Could I put myself that close to death yet again? I could not. I was given a second chance just the day before, yet I felt so weightless and free.

I bend down and reach for the soft stone next to my feet, I run my fingers over the cold rock lifting it to my face. I rub it against my cheek feel its smooth surface, grounding me, assuring myself I am still here this isn’t heaven; or hell for that matter. “Sarah, are you alright?” I turn to see my boyfriend John calling to me from a few feet away. His worrisome face is no surprise after the events of yesterday.

“Never been better, come sit with me” I say to him. He walks cautiously to my side and we plant ourselves on the cliff edge and take in the spectacular view together. The leaves on the trees are in between summer and fall mashed together in a beautiful collage of reds, greens, yellows and oranges. The stretches of mountains seem to run on forever and the tiny granite colored buildings beneath us seems to be the size of pebbles. “Supposedly you can see all the way to Vermont and New Hampshire from here” I say nonchalantly. We sit in silence for a few more moments neither one of us really wanting to discuss yesterday.

Eventually, I decide to be the one to break the ice. “John”, I start slowly. “When I sit up here this close to the sky, this close to ‘heaven’ I feel whole and it’s almost as if I am more connected to the world altogether now. As if I know some secret no one else does. I feel like I can understand every living being, I feel the mood of the trees and the animals. I feel a compassion towards life I have never felt before!”

“I’m not surprised”, he says with a small laugh. “I mean, you died and came back Sarah, people say all sorts of stuff after events like that”. I make a mental note to do a little research about near death experiences. “Could you explain to me what happened? I think I am ready” I let out the breath I didn’t even know I was holding in.

“Well we were at the golf course like you know, getting ready for mini golf and we had done some coke before Zach and Ashley showed up. When they got there we decided to do a little more” he pauses, all of this I remember it becomes foggy after this though. “You kept telling me you wanted more and more and you are a hard person to turn down,” we both laugh knowing I am the most stubborn person you will ever meet. He continues on, “when we had finished blowing the lines we got out to smoke a cigarette and we were all talking and everything was normal. Next thing we know you were at the roadside looking up at the sky” a chill runs down my back because I have no recollection of this or anything after this point. “We all laughed because we thought you were pranking us. When you stopped responding to us and threw your arms out and started spinning in a circle I finally realized what was really happening. Zach screamed ‘she’s having a seizure!’ and we rushed to your side. We caught you before you hit the ground and you started to convulse, you had foam coming out of your mouth and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. We stuffed you in to my car and I drove as fast as I could to the hospital. I was sucking the foam out of your mouth so you could have a chance to breathe Sarah. I didn’t know what to do. Then all of a sudden you stopped, you looked straight into my eyes, your mouth wide open as if you were trying to scream for help. Then you stopped moving, you stopped breathing” he stops for a moment because the tears were beginning to fall, seeing him cry made me cry along with him. I know this is excruciating for him to relive. His jaw is broken and wired shut making his speech even more challenging for him.

“You died in my arms Sarah, right there. I felt your soul and life leaving you; I could feel it in my own soul. I was holding your lifeless body in my arms and this may sound terrible but all I could think was ‘I’m driving to the hospital with my dead girlfriend in my car’ I prayed to God as I held you in my arms kissing you good bye. I could barely breathe through my tears and screams. I never stopped screaming your name, begging you to come back to me. I prayed as hard as I could and then you came back to me” I held his arm gently, never wanting to let go in fear of slipping away again. We sat in silence yet again, no words needed to be exchanged we both knew how the other felt.

When I came to in the car I had no recollection of where I was, who I was, or what was happening. All I know is that John was screaming “Sarah!! You just had a seizure! You just died! Sarah!” None of the buildings around us seemed familiar, I was lost in my mind and it was terrifying. When we had arrived at the hospital John rushed me inside. When they hooked me up to a machine to watch my heart my heart rate was 180, it is normally about 80-90. I couldn’t breathe; I was convinced I was going to die…again. They had to inject me twice with Ativan to bring my heart down, they forced John to go home and calm down because he was giving himself panic attacks. Thinking back on it, it just seems like a flash back locked on fast forward. It was a frenzy of doctors, needles, and fear. Oh and to top it off I had peed my pants!

I had gone home that night and went to bed quickly not wanting to think about the fact that I had overdosed on cocaine. I am not that type of person; I don’t overdose on drugs and die. I was ashamed, confused, and terrified. I had died. I had no dreams that night and when John came to wake me up this morning I had not wanted to face the world. He brought me here, to the top of the world, so close to where I was momentarily yesterday, heaven.

I tried to think about death, it was weightless, peaceful, and white. Some may not believe me but as I sit here so close to the sky and yet so grounded, surrounded by nature I could feel it. It’s the hardest feeling to explain. I can feel my soul inside of me stronger than it has ever been yet so physically weak, yet I still felt weightless I didn’t need strength because the universe around me was keeping me afloat. I can feel my place in this thing we called life, I have never been surer of anything ever and I have never been happier or more grateful.  I reach over to touch John, feel his warmth; I can feel the electricity of our souls uniting beneath our embrace. John, my love, my heart, my soul mate, and at this point my guardian angel.

“You wanna get going honey” he says gently, as if he speaks too loudly his words might blow me away. As we descend the mountain I feel myself being more and more grounded, more immersed in reality. “Do you remember what I said to you Sarah after you came back to us at the hospital?” he asks. “Not really, it’s all still foggy and chaotic”, I reply.

“I promised you Sarah, that we were done. We’ll never do drugs again. Your body was so weak you couldn’t even keep your eyes open, and every time they closed my heart dropped because I thought you were slipping away. That’s why they sent me home, I couldn’t handle that fear. I said my good byes to you Sarah I never thought I’d see you smile, hear your laugh. I didn’t think I would ever feel you against me again. All of your life and everything I love was gone. I could never endanger you like that, ever. I refuse to live without you.”

“You’re going to make me cry again babe”, I laugh but I know he’s right. I never want to see cocaine again for as long as I live. “Great way to spend first anniversary huh?” I joke. Our one year anniversary and I died.


I would love HONEST opinions!! :]

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Passion for Fashion

This post is going to be a little different than yesterdays vibe but I did warn you that this was going to be a hodgepodge! I have only ever had jobs in retail and I have grown extremely passionate about fashion and the expression of art through it.

So I decided since today is day numero three I would make a little list of things I think every girl should have for the fall and a few other things!


1. A great lipstick with moisturizing qualities, preferably something dark for fall such as:

Avon’s Color Rich Lipstick in Tuscan Russet or Sheer Mocha PLUS it’s only $3.99 right now SUPER AFFORDABLE!!  Get it here >http://shop.avon.com/shop/product.aspx?level1_id=300&level2_id=301&pdept_id=316&dept_id=0&pf_id=36659


2. An adorable fall scarf, colors like oxblood and burgundy are trending right now and blend perfectly against the natural colors of the season! I am IN LOVE with mine from H&M!


3. A faux leather jacket, funky colors or a traditional black are super cute for any outfit and it is getting chilly unfortunately :[ so bundle up and look adorable at the same time! I got mine at H&M (http://www.hm.com/us/product/00723?article=00723-A)  but Forever 21 also has some super cute options and more of a color range



1.MICHAEL Michael Kors Large Hamilton Large Studded Tote in Bordeaux

2.Roxy Oregon Boots in Chocolate. They are super adorable AND have pockets. I am not exactly sure what I would keep in shoe pockets but I am sure I can find a use since I am pretty much a hoarder!

There are plenty more styles here http://www.roxy.com/product/index.jsp?productId=12564851&cp=2884997.2909028


3.BlackMilk’s Purple Galaxy Leggings!! Bold Pants and leggings are the newest trend! Show off those legs ladies!! No better way to catch the eye than with a super cute design on them! Just add a white top and your outfit is complete! Voila!




1. Stop wearing tank tops and shorts!! It is cold just get over it unless it is 70 + degrees outside layer up! Even a T shirt is more acceptable!! It only makes you look trashy when you don’t dress properly.

2. Please don’t bring out those fluffy furry crocs now that it is fall, they aren’t cute without the fur and they are certainly not cute with it. Only time they are acceptable is inside your house as a slipper worn with pajamas. ANOTHER shoe I don’t understand are those weird toesy sneakers! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THOSE?! They don’t look good EVER! I wouldn’t even wear those inside my house my poor cat would go blind!

3. This one doesn’t have to do with fashion but I feel I need to bitch about it; fellas, DON’T ruin my Instagram feed with photos of your car posing in fall foliage. You are ruining a beautiful photo of some pretty natural fall views, you shouldn’t mix industry with nature. Secondly, no one wants to look at your crappy cars we aren’t impressed. Unless you are in a car magazine do not post those photos, I guess I just don’t understand that whole guy-car fascination.

I know this is nothing like my other posts but it is another passion of mine that I do not get to express very often. I think when some people hear the word fashion they think of couture and New York runways, and yes it can be intimidating but really, fashion is what you make it. Fashion and style can totally change your life and the way you feel about yourself when embraced. Go ahead add a necklace or some heels and strut your stuff girls, it will do wonders for your self confidence and others will notice!!!


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Nerdiness and Happiness

“It is never too late to be what you might have been.” – George Eliot


I will explain my choice of quote in just a moment but first let me tell you a little about myself. I had a really rough teenagedom (i am making that a word) my mom put me through hell because I was a “drug addict” so I ended up in quite a few tough places i.e. lockup, rehab, KEY program, etc etc. I grew a tough exterior and most people were afraid of me or looked down on me for being “ghetto”. This is hilarious if you actually know me; I would rather spend the night sitting home reading Harry Potter than go out drinking with “friends” that I will never actually see again.

I am a closet nerd. I started a Harry Potter club and I am still convinced I am going to stumble upon Diagon Alley when I eventually travel to Europe.

I will admit I have quite the temper and it is definitely exaggerated when I’m intoxicated; it doesn’t help that I’m Hispanic and I have that Latin fire in my blood. Anywhooooo… it gave me quite the reputation in school and made my life in a small wealthy town a living hell. The people around here are entirely too judgmental and instead of getting to know the nerdy loving side of me they stuck up their noses and ignored my existence. My point of all of this I am a huge nerd and have a sincere appreciation for other nerd folk :]

I digress, I work with a super nerd whom I love so very much. She is much more open about her nerdiness and we often find ourselves imitating the hunchback scaring off customers!! We have this tradition when we work together. I let her know when I am having internal battles or life struggles when I need some guidance, and she brings her all-knowing Tarot cards .

This past week has been quite the internal struggle life battles week so she brought them along with her. I AM EXTREMELY PLEASED with the outcome :]. Supposedly, I will be getting a new job or promotion, come into some wealth, and getting back into school. Hence the quote, I have been in a rut feeling as if it is too late for me and none of my dreams will come true, being stuck in retail for the rest of my life! I am only 20 so that sounds crazy but I haven’t been in school and haven’t been happy about it.

My super nerdy friend has inspired me, rekindled my motivational flame inside me and gave me hope for the future :]! It is never too late to achieve your dreams. I am challenging everyone this week to rekindle their motivational flames and achieve something great! Be it small or life changing, go out and put a smile on your face because I know there is one on mine! :]

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Hello world!

I like that title I hope people all over the world read (and enjoy) this. I am trying desperately to write a book so I am hoping that this blog will help me organize my thoughts and get all the extra junk out! I am making a commitment today to do a daily blog. This is going to be a hodgepodge of thoughts, photos, quotes, and advice! Let me know what you think?
Thanks WORLD! :]

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