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April Renewal: Join My 30-Day Blogging Challenge

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April is almost here, and honestly? I’m buzzing. Like, full-on spring bee buzzing in a flower field buzzing. This April, I’m going all in: 30 posts for 30 days on both Instagram and the blog. After trying and failing to post all 31 days in October, December, and January, it’s April’s turn—and I am READY. No holding back. No half-hearted attempts. Just pure, unfiltered, unapologetic spring energy.

I’ve been feeling extra inspired by VEDA (Vlog Every Day of April), which basically feels like a personal invitation to go wild with creativity. And wild I shall go. Expect everything from Earth Day initiatives (because yes, saving the planet is chic, and we’re doing it in style) to fresh seasonal recipes that taste like sunshine in a bowl, to full-on lifestyle resets that will leave you feeling lighter, brighter, and maybe a little obsessed with the little joys that make spring spring.

Cozy mornings? Check. Journaling with your favorite warm drink in hand? Check. Yoga flows that make you feel like your body is remembering how to breathe again? Double check. Honestly, April feels like that perfect mix of new notebook energy and deeply personal reflection energy, and I want to share all of it with you.

Spring in the Bible is all about renewal, resurrection, and God’s faithfulness to bring new life after a long winter. And let’s be real—after the last few months (or years, honestly), who couldn’t use a little resurrection? That energy of new beginnings is exactly what I’m chasing this month: new ideas, fresh perspectives, and tiny, bright reminders that growth isn’t always dramatic, but it is always worth celebrating.

And here’s the thing—I want this upcoming month to feel like more than just posts. I want it to feel like a community. Like we’re all sipping tea together, swapping messy life confessions, laughing at ridiculous mistakes, trying new recipes that may or may not flop, and ultimately celebrating all the weird, wonderful ways we grow. Because spring isn’t just about flowers—it’s about showing up, even when it feels messy or uncertain, and trusting that life has a way of bringing beauty out of the chaos.

So what can you expect from me this April? Honestly, a little bit of everything: the cozy, the cute, the chaotic, the heartfelt, and maybe even some things that are totally extra (because, hi, I’m not above it). Think mornings with sunlight spilling onto your kitchen counter while sourdough rises, afternoons of journaling while your favorite playlist softly hums in the background, evenings spent reflecting and dreaming about the next chapter of your life.

This April, I want us to bloom together. To chase that feeling of new beginnings with reckless curiosity. To celebrate the small wins as much as the big ones. To remember that God’s faithfulness doesn’t take breaks—it’s quietly, beautifully present in every little step of our journey, even the ones that feel tiny or messy or confusing.

So grab your favorite cup of tea, dust off that journal, and let’s lean into this month with open hearts, open minds, and maybe a little bit of drama—because why not? April is here, it’s bright, it’s messy, it’s hopeful, and it’s ours. Let’s bloom.

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Reclaiming Myself in 2026

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Time has a funny way of changing us, sometimes without us even realizing it. Looking back on 2025, I see a version of myself that feels distant—like a person I didn’t recognize or agree with. In 2018 or even 2020, the choices I made last year would have seemed impossible to me. I forced myself to follow a path I thought I should take, not the one I wantedto take. I tried to fit into a box that wasn’t mine, desperately playing “keeping up with the Joneses,” thinking that’s what I was supposed to do.

But what do I have to show for it? Not much. In fact, the only decision from 2025 that I don’t regret was getting my dogs. They’ve been my only source of comfort and joy in a year that otherwise felt like a series of wrong turns.

And now here I am, in 2026, wanting to reclaim myself—the real me that I’ve buried under other people’s expectations and my own fears. I spent the past three years forgetting why I was struggling or why I made certain choices. I gave up on school, something I once valued, because I was too focused on a future I thought I had to portray to kids I haven’t even had yet. I was so obsessed with the wrong choices that I stopped helping the only person who mattered in all this: me.

There’s a quote I love by Steve Harvey: “If you’re already in hell, why stay?” I don’t even know if that’s his original line, but it resonates with me. I’ve been letting myself stay in my own version of hell, trapped by past choices and self-imposed expectations. But it’s time to walk away from that. I’m not staying in this place anymore. I’ve spent too long living for the wrong things and the wrong people.

In 2026, I’m focusing on reclaiming my happiness, one step at a time. It won’t be easy, but it’s necessary. Time changes us, yes. But it also offers the opportunity to change back—to remember who we were before the world tried to tell us who we should be.

A quick note to self, though: I know I say this every year. I know the pattern. Usually, I wait until the year’s end, trying to build myself back up, focusing on my relationship with Hector. But this time, things are different. I’m prioritizing me. I’m done waiting for others to step in and build me up. I’ve already signed myself up for workshops and clubs this year, and I’m determined to spend this year loving myself in ways I’ve neglected.

Instead of waiting for someone to give me what I deserve, I’m giving it to myself. I’m not gonna ask for monthly dates from a person who’s not going to give them to me—I’m taking myself out on monthly dates. I’m learning to be the one I’ve always needed.

This isn’t a dig at Hector. We are currently at different stages in our lives, each with different wants and needs. While we both want the same things in the long run, our timelines just aren’t aligned right now, and that’s okay. Sometimes, life’s timing doesn’t match our expectations, but it doesn’t mean we’re not on the same path—it just means we’re walking at different paces. I’m focusing on myself, but that doesn’t change the love and respect I have for him, or the shared goals we’re both working towards.

So here’s to finding my way back, and to a making choices that align with who I truly am. Here’s to prioritizing me—because at the end of the day, that’s the only choice I’ll never regret.

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buffering (again)

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Lately, it feels like my life’s been buffering.
Not broken, just caught on that little spinning wheel of “what now?” while everyone else seems to be streaming in 4K.

One friend’s in New York again — her fifth trip this year — just casually living out of a suitcase and a latte cup.
Another turned her kitchen into a full-blown bakery while also working as head baker for an actual brick-and-mortar shop (girlboss, but make it buttercream).
And my con-going friend? She’s been to basically every event this year and she’s a lab tech — like, saving lives by day, cosplaying by night energy.

We don’t see each other often, but their updates feel like postcards from another planet.
Meanwhile, my days look like the same mug, the same desk, the same playlist I keep pretending is “background noise” and not my entire personality.

My bestie’s a stay-at-home mom starting a ribbon flower Etsy shop (which is actually the cutest thing ever),
and then there’s me and Hector — this year’s been all wedding planning and not much else.
It’s love, it’s cozy, but it’s also still. Like… waiting-room still.

And if I’m honest, I think that’s what’s really been sitting in my chest lately —
the fact that my life’s about to get even quieter.
We’ve been talking about having a baby soon,
and that kind of stillness is a different kind of wild.
No more spontaneous trips or long nights out — not that we had those anyway,
just bottles, naps, and whatever version of myself comes next.
It’s a softer chapter, but it’s still a pause.

I keep thinking about how much who you surround yourself with matters —
not because my people are bad (they’re wonderful, actually),
but because sometimes being around motion reminds you that you can move too.
And right now, I’m just… here. Not moving fast. Not falling behind.
Just buffering.

Maybe that’s okay.
Maybe this is what growth looks like before it blooms.

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I Found Inspiration in My Teenage Self!

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Adulthood is weird. It’s like you spend your entire childhood and teen years imagining how “together” it’ll all feel—then one day you wake up with a stack of bills, an inbox full of unread emails, and this nagging thought: Is this it?

For a while, I thought maybe I was the problem. Like maybe I just wasn’t cut out for adulthood, because no matter how much I checked the boxes—work, school, responsibilities—I still felt like something was missing.

But this year, something shifted. When I didn’t know how to make my adult self happy, I turned to the version of me who once did know: teenage me.

And to my surprise, it’s actually been working.

Adulthood doesn’t always look like the dream I thought it would. Hell, even my wedding—it’s not “adult Eryn’s” dream wedding. Grown-up me wanted a classic June 3rd garden wedding, three bridesmaids, a floaty dress, and the classic “chicken or beef” entrees. Eden Gardens was literally my dream venue (seriously, someone please get married there and send me photos—it’s gorgeous).

But… a $30,000 party? Even if I had the money, that felt ridiculous. So instead, Hector and I planned the wedding our kid selves would have dreamed of. Corpse Bride has always been one of my favorite movies, and Hector once mentioned he always thought a Halloween wedding would be magical. So that’s what we’re doing—leaning into the version of joy that feels truest to us.

And it’s not just the wedding.

I started letting 2012 Eryn take the wheel for other things, too. She was unfiltered, passionate, and maybe a little dramatic, but she knew what made her feel alive. She loved music so much it cracked her chest open. So, I’ve been following her lead:

  • Saw The Lumineers live, the soundtrack of so many nights spent dreaming as a teen.
  • Saw Hozier last year, and his voice still cuts right through me the way it did in the Tumblr days.
  • I’m going to see Twenty One Pilots soon—my heart already races the way it did the first time I heard Car Radio.
  • Bought a lightsaber, because why not lean into the silly?
  • Read the new Hunger Games book—a full circle moment from the days of braiding my hair like Katniss and crying over Rue.
  • And maybe the most unexpected: my niece got a violin. I played violin from first grade until high school, and now I’m seriously considering getting one for myself again—so I can practice alongside her and maybe even teach her a few things.

None of this is just about nostalgia. It’s about finding joy again. About reminding myself that buried under bills and burnout is still the girl who wanted to live loudly.

And here’s the quiet victory: I’ve also started standing up for myself in ways teenage me could only daydream about. Protecting my peace. Advocating for myself. Becoming the version of me that used to scare me a little—in the best way.

This isn’t regression. It’s a reunion. Healing and growth don’t always look like buying a house or climbing a career ladder. Sometimes they look like screaming lyrics in a crowd, rereading a book that cracked your heart open years ago, or picking up a violin again just because it sparks something.

2012 me is screaming—and maybe that’s the best sign yet.

Because maybe adulthood doesn’t come with a guidebook. But when you’re lost, sometimes your younger self can remind you where the joy is.

And for me right now? That joy looks like concerts, lightsabers, Halloween weddings, and maybe, just maybe, dusting off an old violin.

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Starting Over with My Hair (and Myself)

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Let’s be real: my hair and I have a bit of a complicated relationship! I recently shared a video called “Starting My Curly Hair Journey But I Hate My Curly Hair,” and honestly, that title is spot on. Growing up, I never really saw my curls as something to love. They felt more like a hassle—something to fight with, tame, straighten, or hide away. Even now, as I’m diving into this curly hair journey as an adult, I often catch myself wishing for something simpler, something sleek that doesn’t need a whole routine and a pep talk just to leave the house.

But you know what? I’m done fighting my curls! This series is all about learning how to care for my natural hair from a place of curiosity instead of criticism. It’s my chance to rediscover the texture I was born with without trying to conform to someone else’s idea of “beautiful.”

In the video, I share how strange it feels to reconnect with something that never really got the love it deserved. I also talk about the moment I knew I was ready to try again, even if I’m still figuring things out. There’s no big “perfect curl” reveal in episode one—just me, a wide-tooth comb, some product confusion, and a lot of honesty!

✨ Here’s what to expect in this series: 

– Real-time trial and error 

– Reviews of products that actually work for super low-maintenance routines 

– Haircare tips I wish I’d known sooner 

– Messy wash days, emotional detangling, and those hard-won moments of growth 

– And most importantly, a warm and welcoming space for anyone who’s ever felt not quite curly enough, not straight enough, just… not enough.

This journey is really personal for me, but I know I’m not alone in it. If you’re navigating your own relationship with your natural hair, whether you’re deep into your routine or just starting to let go of heat damage and denial: I see you!

Let’s grow (and hydrate) together! 

🌀 Watch the video here

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2025 Midyear Check-In: Progress in Real Time 💫

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Hey there! Can you believe we’re already halfway through 2025? Time feels like it’s flying by, but sometimes, growing and changing feels like a slow dance. 

At the start of the year, I made a few intentions and goals—not just your typical resolutions, but gentle reminders to take care of myself and embrace life a bit more intentionally, with resilience and joy. Here’s a peek at my Resilience Goals for this year:

– Practice mindfulness and soak in the present moment.

– Discover more about myself with a curious heart.

– Keep things in perspective and stay grounded.

– Treat self-care as a must, not a luxury.

– Look after both my physical and mental well-being.

– Express myself freely, playfully, and honestly.

I haven’t been flawless (who is, right?), but I’ve found small yet meaningful ways to weave these practices into my life. Sometimes, that just means journaling, and other times, it’s as simple as remembering to drink water and take a deep breath before reacting. Every bit counts!

Now, let’s talk about my lighthearted “2025 Bingo Card”—it’s a fun mix of real goals, whimsical dreams, and a sprinkle of chaos to keep things lively. Here’s how it’s shaping up so far:

✅ What I’ve Done (or am doing):

– Joined a book club – Technically, I started one myself. Power move!

– Reduced spending – Well, when everything gets pricey, that’s a win!

– Made some DIY vanilla syrup – Who knew I’d become a barista?

– Drinking more water – It’s a work in progress, but my water bottle is always nearby.

– Saving money – Kind of? Let’s say I’m giving it a solid effort!

🔄 What’s Still in Progress:

– Teaching Hector to dance – We’re both trying; it’s a fun journey!

– Getting my passport – It’s on my to-do list.

– Running a 5K – I downloaded a running app. Does that count?

– Writing 100 blogs – You’re reading one right now! We are at 57 blogs currently!!

– Restarting my YouTube channel – Stay tuned for that!

– Get a tattoo – Got some exciting design ideas brewing.

– Learning a new language – Slowly but surely, with Duolingo cheering me on. Do we still support Duolingo? I know they became like AI first, and I don’t know how I feel about that. 

– Losing 60 pounds – Taking my time with kindness and respect for myself.

Here’s the truth: I can be a bit impatient. Like, “Why haven’t I transformed overnight just because I journaled a couple of times and drank water for three days?” levels of impatient. 

I want everything to happen fast—the growth, the glow-up, the results—all of it! But here’s the lesson I keep bumping into: good things take time. Not everything needs to bloom in January, March, or even July. Some goals are like little seeds, quietly working underground where no one can see them, including me.

And while that’s tough, it’s so important. Flowers don’t rush; they bloom when they’re ready. Maybe it’s time for me to stop fussing about the soil and just keep watering, showing up, and trusting the process.

So, if you find yourself wondering, “Why isn’t it happening faster?” take a deep breath. You’re not behind—you’re just in the beautiful process of becoming. Yes, it can be frustratingly slow at times, but it’s so real, and absolutely worth it. 

Here’s to soft discipline, fun goals, unfinished checklists, and learning to trust that time isn’t the enemy. 💫

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From June Chaos to July Goals: A Life Check-In

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If you’ve been hanging around here for a while, you know I like to do these monthly check-ins when I need a little accountability or, let’s be real, a boost of motivation. So here I am, a few days early, but I’m rolling with it. Honestly, June was a lot. And I’m hoping July will give me some breathing room, but with the move coming up in August, I kind of already know it’s not going to be chill.

June was a bit of a rollercoaster. There were so many emotional conversations, like, too many. And not the cute, deep talks that leave you feeling like you’ve connected with your soul, but the kind that leave you drained and questioning life. I had a breakdown or two—maybe three? Who’s counting?—and it felt like each new challenge just kept piling on top of the last one. The whole situation with my dad escalated faster than I was ready for, and that knocked me off my feet more than I’d like to admit. Then there was this big conversation with Hector about life and feelings. It was one of those moments where I knew his communication wasn’t his strength, but wow, realizing how much that gets in the way was eye-opening—and frustrating. It left me feeling emotionally exhausted, but in a weird way, it was also kind of a breakthrough. Like, I learned something about myself in that mess.

Work-wise, I’m stepping into a bigger role as Assistant Front Office Manager… or something like that. Trying to explain it without giving myself a headache is a struggle, but basically, I’m doing more and trying to make it work. The job itself and the paycheck are definitely blessings, but I can’t shake this feeling that I want more. It’s one of those “I’m grateful, but also… is this it?” kind of moments. So, I’m focusing on the small wins right now, even when they don’t feel like enough. It’s been a month of emotional exhaustion, but there have also been a couple of moments where I’ve gotten some clarity about what I need to work on—personally and professionally.

As I move into July, I’m really trying to shake off that defeated feeling and focus on the good stuff coming my way. There’s a lot to look forward to, like my niece’s birthday, a trip to Vegas to see my mom, stepdad, and nephews (which is honestly a little bit of a happy chaos), and the chance to try on my wedding dress—huge, emotional moment there. Hector’s parents are coming back from their trip to Honduras, and we’re finally going to start planning the wedding with their help. It’s a backyard wedding, but for some reason, I keep trying to make it feel more grand, and I’m trying to remind myself to just keep it simple. But it’s my wedding, and I want it to feel magical, so there’s that.

For July, my goals are super basic but important: turn in my homework on time, stay on top of my online class, find a place to move by the 20th (no big deal, right?), and, most importantly, focus on my mental health. I’m also hoping to build better relationships with my in-laws, which I know will help with some of the stress I’ve been carrying. Small update on that front: everything I thought I knew was wrong. But I’m not diving into that right now, we’ll leave that mystery for another time. And, because I’m a glutton for punishment, I’m planning to restart my journals and finally get back to my YouTube channel. I posted a video three weeks ago, but honestly, consistency is tough when you don’t know how to edit, but that’s just a little thing I’ll figure out. The only way to learn is to try, right? So here we go.

As for what I’ll write about next month? I have no clue. Life has a funny way of showing up and telling me what I need to share, so we’ll see where the blog and my thoughts take me. I’ll definitely try to post more recipes, though, now that my oven is (finally) working again. That’s a whole other blog-worthy story, but for now, let’s just say, it’s been a journey.

Until next time, stay cozy, stay chaotic, and remember—sometimes the most comforting thing is knowing you’re not the only one spiraling. 💕

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Life Got Heavy — So I’m Lightening My Load, Gently

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There’s this quote I keep coming back to:

“Remember why you started.”

I don’t even remember where I first heard it — maybe a book, maybe Pinterest, maybe I’m misquoting The Lion King — but it’s been sitting with me lately. Heavy in the best and hardest way.

I started this blog nearly six years ago with a simple but powerful goal: to bring hope and happiness into a world that often makes it hard to believe in either. Not because I had everything figured out — I didn’t then, and I still don’t — but because I knew I wasn’t alone in the mess. I knew there were others like me, trying to climb out of the same emotional holes over and over again, wondering if joy was ever going to feel real.

I wrote about healing, about reclaiming internal peace, and about being brave enough to feel everything without letting it swallow me whole. Back then, I was committed. I had my rituals: journaling, morning meditations, and a daily dose of motivation. I even asked myself every day, “If you had to scale your overall happiness, what would it be?” (For context: 0 = depressed, 10 = excited.) That simple question helped me track my heart, not just my habits.

But somewhere along the way, I stopped.

When Did I Let Go of Myself?

By “lately,” I mean the better part of five years. That’s how long I’ve spent quietly — sometimes unknowingly — drifting away from that version of me. The one who was trying. The one who had hope. The one who knew healing took daily work and still showed up anyway.

Life didn’t just happen — it kept happening. Emotion after emotion, loss after loss, disappointment after disappointment. Like waves that never gave me enough time to catch my breath. And during all of it, I did what I thought I had to do: I survived. I put out emotional fires. I stayed busy. I told myself I was “fine.”

But in the chaos, I stopped checking in with myself.

I stopped writing in my gratitude journal.

I stopped meditating in the morning.

I stopped reading those little sticky notes of encouragement I used to keep on my phone.

And without even realizing it, I stopped asking myself that daily question:

Where’s your happiness at today?

The truth? Most days now, I wouldn’t even know how to answer.

When Did I Let My Insecurities Win?

It wasn’t a big, dramatic unraveling. It was quiet. Subtle. Almost unnoticeable — until I looked up one day and realized I didn’t recognize myself.

I let the insecurities creep back in.

I started doubting my voice.

I shrunk myself around people who didn’t ask me to, but I assumed I had to.

I convinced myself that I had to prove something to be enough — to earn rest, love, or even joy.

And my overall mental mood? It’s been… bad. That’s the honest answer. I’ve been stuck in a fog of frustration, sadness, and emotional exhaustion — so deep that it became my new normal. And I forgot that it’s not who I am.

But Here’s the Thing: I Noticed. And That Matters.

Today, I’m not writing because I’m on the other side of it all. I’m writing because I noticed how far I’ve drifted from myself — and that’s the first, hardest, most important step in finding my way back.

I remembered why I started this blog.

I remembered how deeply I want to live with joy and purpose — not just autopilot.

And I remembered that happiness isn’t something we find; it’s something we create. It’s something we practice.

Happiness Isn’t a Destination — It’s a Direction

No, life still isn’t where I want it to be. And some days, that still hurts. But here’s the difference: I’m starting to see that “not there yet” doesn’t mean “nowhere.” I’ve grown. Quietly. Messily. Slowly. But I’ve grown.

I’ve learned that I don’t need to arrive at some perfect version of happiness to keep moving toward it. Joy doesn’t always come with fireworks. Sometimes, it looks like:

  • Dragging myself out of bed and into clean clothes.
  • Drinking water before coffee.
  • Taking a walk in silence — no music, no podcast — just my breath and the pavement.
  • Reminding myself that I don’t need permission to be who I already am.

Progress Isn’t Linear — And That’s Okay

I used to think healing meant I’d never feel anxious or low again. But healing is really about feeling those things and still showing up and still caring for yourself. Still letting yourself believe in better days — even when you’re not living one yet.

Depression taught me stillness, but it also showed me how dangerous it can be to sit in it too long. I don’t want just to exist anymore. I want to live — with intention, with softness, with truth.

So here’s the truth: I can be sad and still be at peace.

I can feel uncertain and still be grounded.

I can be a work in progress and still offer something meaningful.

So Here’s My Promise to Myself

Starting now, I will:

  • Ask myself again where I’m at on that happiness scale.
  • Write down one thing I’m grateful for each day.
  • Sit in stillness, even if just for two minutes.
  • Challenge the lies my insecurities whisper.
  • Stop waiting to be “better” before I allow myself joy.

To Anyone Reading This Who Feels the Same Way

If you’ve worked hard on your healing and still feel like you’ve slipped backward — you’re not broken. You’re not weak. You’re just human.

Healing isn’t linear. Growth isn’t perfect. But the fact that you want better for yourself — that you’re reading this, still showing up in your own quiet ways — that matters.

You don’t need to have everything figured out.

You don’t need to be at a ten to appreciate being at a six.

You don’t need to wait for life to be perfect to live it with love.

Just take one small step today to move toward the life you want.

Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s slow.

Just keep going.

Let this post be a reminder to both of us:

You’re allowed to begin again.

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Life lessons

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I initially thought it would be fun to share 28 things I’ve learned in my 28 years, but then I had a lightbulb moment—why not revisit what I wrote four years ago when I turned 24? Spoiler alert: I don’t vibe with all of it anymore! While I still agree with a lot, some of my experiences have really shifted my perspective.

If you’re curious about my original list, I’ll drop the link for you to read it! But for now, let’s chat about what I don’t quite agree with anymore. Honestly, I feel like many of those lessons could be summed up or combined.

First up: I don’t owe anything to my younger self.

You know what? I’ve come to realize we do owe something to our past selves! Our future selves deserve the freedom to make choices, and it’s so important to recognize when it’s time to let go of dreams that no longer fit. Change is inevitable, and while growth doesn’t happen overnight, self-discovery is a lifelong adventure. So, why not be kind to your past self? I fully embrace every mistake I’ve made, as they’ve shaped who I am today!

Next, let’s talk about everyone has baggage.

I definitely agree with this one, but I like to say everyone has a story! Calling our experiences “baggage” feels a bit negative. Each person has their own feelings, beliefs, challenges, and past events that mold their lives—some uplifting, some heavier. It’s all part of the journey, and I’ve really come to appreciate that!

Now, let’s dive into the exciting things I’ve learned:

Ask lots of questions!

Growing up, I was always a bit shy about asking questions because I didn’t want to sound dumb. But as I got older, something wonderful happened: I learned to embrace curiosity! Asking questions is one of the best ways to grow! Stay curious and keep an open mind; you’d be amazed at what you can discover!

It’s okay to fail!

Failing isn’t the end—it’s just a stepping stone! Learn from it, pick yourself up, and keep moving forward. Don’t let setbacks hold you back!

Good things come to those who… make it happen!

You might have heard that “good things come to those who wait,” but I’ve learned that good things come from putting in the effort! Work isn’t just about paying the bills; it can be a gift! How we approach our work really reflects how we showcase our lives. I’ve found so much joy in embracing the amazing talents I’ve been blessed with to excel at my job!

Isn’t that exhilarating? Let’s keep growing and learning together!

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Making Resolutions Fun: The Bingo Card Challenge

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Originally this year, I wasn’t going to make resolutions for myself simply because in the past when I’ve done it I just noticed that I don’t commit myself as much as I want to. But this year my friend came up with a really fun idea. Something that she’s on TikTok.

She suggested that we do bingo cards and that we see who gets to bingo first. So now it’s kind of like a little competition between us. We agreed the resolutions could be as big or as little as we want.

I know what you’re thinking you’re thinking here and it’s already halfway through the month of January. Why are you doing this now? Well, honestly, most of my friends don’t believe that resolutions should start with the new year. They actually kind of believe that they should start in spring. Something to do with a pagan holiday I think that’s what you would call it. Ostara which is basically like pagan Easter all about the rebirth that spring brings. Which I actually be helping my friends celebrate this year.

We have until Sunday to finish out our bingo cards, and I am completely drawing a blank! But I will definitely update when I’m done!