Confession: I’ve always struggled with end of the school year time. Especially right now that everyone is graduating. And getting full-time jobs a week after they graduate. (And I feel like I did more, was better at it in college.) And here I am, a year after graduation and no where closer to a life and with a very very very tiny checking account. I am happy for them, I really am. And I know they have a different desired career path (one i never wanted) and I’m still trying to find mine. Am I working as hard as i can? Probably not. It may be at a snail’s pace, but I am moving forward, step by step. Months away from a master’s degree, enjoying a internship that I love, spending time with little men I adore, and still forming my dreams.
My life at my own pace. Faith that it will come together.
Strong mothers = Everything.
Beautiful, y’all should read. Basketball is my favorite thing and my heart swells with happiness when outside emotions/exclamations/accomplishments/gratitude are expressed and framed through this game. EXACTLY LIKE THIS.
(Also, legit sports writing aspirations fear: I’ll never be Holly.)
Pain is persisting. Skin is starting to feel hot to the touch. Hardness is forming. And all signs lead to another abscess :(
Wanna do the COLOR run next year
BES! This will be us next year <3
Yes it will! &TinkerBell!!
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You find a highlight youtube video of a basketball coach you think is cute from his college playing days…(Not stalking, intentionally, I swear!)
And two of the back-to-back highlights are meant to show him knocking down tough shots over his defender…
But in the background you see the post players working hard for position and the open man cutting through the lane AND HE DOESN’T PASS THE BALL TO THEM…
And it’s kinda a turnoff.
RELEVANT. There is still time, right?
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