I honestly have completely mixed feelings about this “new me.” I am happy that I am making healthier choices, and proud of the will power I have somehow accrued, but sad that so much of my life needs to be spent thinking about when and what I can eat.
Author: Nicole Henry
For the adult who is charged with the job of teaching a teenager how to drive this milestone means grey hairs, anxiety attacks, a drastic jump in insurance payments, oh, and some positive things too.
Laugh more, cry more, give more compliments, eat pizza, and learn from your mistakes. New year, new you? Nah. New year, same great you that you have always been, but with a little glitter on top.
I genuinely wish everyone could take a trip to Anajali. I know people say that Disneyland is called the Happiest Place on Earth, but for me Anajali was that place.
This ends now, junk food. We are officially broken up. It’s not you, it’s me. We have had 30 fun years together, and now I am moving on.
Remember, even on the craziest of days, a little shift in perspective can make all of the difference.
Life is rough, and sometimes it just plain sucks, but we need to face it head on. So let’s get out there, moderately happy thirtysomethings, and take on the day!
A family can be a group of people who come together simply because they all have love for the same child. Our family may not look like everyone else’s, but it works.
Suck the life out of every day. Leave no opportunity undone. Do things you are afraid to try. Just touch the whale spit!
Anyone who knows me well knows that I hate my birthday. I do not know why I hate it, but I do. Even though I am very ok with not celebrating, people still insist on asking me what I want for gifts. This year, for my 30th birthday, I know exactly what I DON’T want. I do not want anyone to ask me these 10 things ever again…