Mrs. Quoting Quotes

Currently I am sitting in Edison in Flower Mound enjoying a Lumberjack latte which consists of maple and black walnut flavoring. Liquid lunch if you will. I recently received a comic book called Beast by Marian Churchland. Pictures and an overview will follow this post but I am just so excited to continue with this project. It's been challenging writing everyday but isn't that the point? I'm going to start changing this platform up a bit and adding pictures but that's once I can concentrate on one goal. I'm between so many different ideas, it's hard to pin prick the ones I want to do over others. Please see goals as follows: - writing - painting - yoga - self care - mindfully watching myself to be a more patient wife It's a deff pain in the ass. Trying to decide what will satisfy this urge to create and share. My generalized anxiety disorder and depression are trying to seep into my world again. Not that it's ever gone. But it hasn't been co

Mom brought coffee today. I left my journal and planner at home. I organized my backpack. I listed things I did because I don't really have anything to write about right now. But I want to. It feels like I'm filled to the brim with ideas I'm unable to articulate. I need time to myself to sort out these thoughts and feelings in the hope of this pursuit for words. Meh

🌷🌸🌹Happy first day of spring!!🌺🌻🌼 I guess today I am just thankful for everyone I have in my life. I have been dealing with stuff pretty damn healthily lately. Processing situations. It's like I have to have a hard reboot of my brain. It's been a year since I started this journey. Looking back to where I was to where I am now... It's scary. To think about why I could not of started it earlier then chiding myself to not be so hard. A constant mantra of "would I ever say this to my sister/husband?" or "well, that wasn't nice". Being able to look past my feelings and focusing on the facts of the situation. And the fact of the matter is that I have to look inward before I can look out. Gotta kinda freaking love yourself every now and again. And not by buying expensive shit.

All the bills came out at once - Fuck yes. One less thing to worry about I suppose.  But any who. Lets start with the basics. I'm writing this for myself. I have to keep repeating this because it scares me to write/show my writing to a crowd.  A couple deep breaths to clear my mind and here we go.  Dive into this. I'll be 25 this year. Which doesn't scare me in the slightest anymore. The work that I've done and the "self-love" that I am struggling with... At what line does it become vain? Self love at the sake of others? Making decisions for yourself at the expense of another person? I guess I just don't get it right now and but one day I will.  With this writing, I intend to share my journey with my struggles and experiences in life. It'll be an interesting experiment for myself. I've been writing since I can remember. A little diary to express myself in the hopes that I can one day help someone else.

It took me most of the night to even get this laptop to load up. But hello. It's 10:13 at night and I'm trying to think of the things that I want to write about. Lately it's just been me over-analyzing my dreams and situations. Always exciting. I have work in the morning and I'm proud of myself because I took my medicine on time. With food. I have an appointment with Shelley in the morning and my goal is to be up at 5:30 to be at work by 6:30. I really really hope I'm able to do that.  Garett is watching Jimmy Carr and I'm sitting here writing unable to think of content to write about. I wish I had headphones. More tomorrow. We need to talk.