In all honesty, the last 24 hours have just been bad. They have been the worst, actually. My heartsong is silent and I don’t know what to do now. I’ve just listened to sad music all day and cried at my desk and went to the gym and now I sit here with no distractions and I think I may throw up. Today’s blog is kind of just a big bowl of nothing, but it felt necessary to document my life right now.
Please enjoy this picture of a tangerine, which I got for free thanks to my dear friend.
The leaf is everything to me. I have about 50 pictures of this thing.
Below is a list of songs I have been listening to in attempts to process my feelings. Feel free to listen if you’d like to also be sad.
Rivers and Roads by The Head And The Heart
Matilda by Harry Styles
Que Sera Sera by Doris Day
Brand New Key by Melanie
The Best Day by Taylor Swift
You’re Gonna Go Far by Noah Kahan
Big Rock Candy Mountain by Harry McClintock
That’s all I’ve got tonight. That may be all I have for a little while. I know that joy returns, and life goes on. In the meantime, I will distract myself and try to downsize my life.
This has been a strange week. I returned from my trip to The Bean™ on Monday night, and it feels like a century has passed since then. My week has been full of big decisions, intense games of Simon Says, kind interactions with tire salesmen, and a Freaky Friday situation with two basketball coaches. My head feels like scrambled eggs, but nevertheless, let’s take a dive into the thoughts that are cooking in this brain of mine.
First, I’d like to share that I had a truly lovely time in Chicago. I’d never really been to a big city before and I really loved it, and not just because of The Bean™. I’m very grateful that I got to spend the weekend there with someone I love and it was nice to get a small glimpse into what life looks like there. I enjoyed it a lot more than I expected, and I was surprised with how comfortable (and not anxiety-ridden) I felt on the day that I was exploring a bit by myself. I plan to return soon, and then I plan to do something even crazier after that.
My Basketball-Coach-Freaky-Friday situation left my head spinning for a couple of days. One of the coaches, who you may know as my former-enemy, was being very nice and helpful and was even making some funny jokes. I guess that part was not completely unexpected, seeing as we are best friends now. The unexpected portion of this interaction came from the other coach, better known as Mr. Handsome. While he was still handsome of face, he was not handsome of heart. I was taken aback by the interaction and strange behavior, and the only reasoning that I could come up with was that there had to be some sort of creepy magic that had happened before I walked into the room that made these two coaches switch minds or bodies or whatever Lindsay Lohan did in that movie. I thought maybe it was a prank of some sort, but the next day was even worse. I was confused and sad. We’ve since reconciled, but I am plotting my revenge.
This weekend, I was involved in some serious rounds of Simon Says. At one point I was touching my head, shoulders, knees and toes all at the same time, mostly because I didn’t understand the rules. Despite my lack of understanding, I was the champion of the second round 💪🏻 We also played a game my niece made up called “Talk Stage”, where everyone had a turn to say whatever they want. This sounds a lot like a game I would make up because I do enjoy making everyone listen to me while I say whatever comes to mind, which is why you’re reading this blog right now. My niece also told me that I need to find a husband soon. She keeps me humble.
Yesterday I had to get two new tires, and the salesman and I had a very nice conversation about making big changes in life and the difference that it can make. It was very inspiring and really what I needed to hear in that moment. It led to me making a pretty big decision, which I will disclose at a later date. The moral of this story is to talk to strangers more, and be open to change.
This has been a very tough and emotional weekend, and tomorrow afternoon is about to be one of the saddest of my life. If anyone sees me crying at work just mind your business or give me $100 and a hug to make me feel better. Tomorrow might really be my snapping point so watch yourselves.
I feel really hopeful about one half of my life, and completely devastated about the other half. But I guess if Chet can make it through his time on Survivor, I can make it through anything.
I’m here to report that I have officially seen The Bean™️. It was truly everything that I had been hoping for. I sadly didn’t get to climb it due to a lack of suction cups, and maybe in part due to a lack of skill. However, I did take a ton of photos and recreated an iconic picture for my sister, which means day one in Chicago was a success.
So far, I’ve tried a new food (didn’t like it), stared at my reflection in The Bean, ate just the yolks out of three over-easy eggs that someone very kindly flipped around for me, and took a million pictures of the city because it is extremely beautiful.
This blog is going to be short and sweet just to keep you all updated. I wanted to share something that I’ve been thinking about though. If New York City is called The Big Apple, it’s only right that Chicago is called The Big Bean. Everybody start calling it that and tell all your friends, okay?
I wonder if all these strangers also went home and wrote a blog about this experience 🤨
Before I go, I just want to wish all of you a very Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope your day was full of love and joy and kind words for yourself and others. I love all you wonderful people that read this silly blog! 💕
Hello again, Dawgs! I am back and blogging in a way I never have before. Both spiritually and literally. I am writing this on my phone as I sit at the airport, waiting for my flight. It was delayed twenty minutes, and then for some reason an hour later it was delayed just one more minute. I am not sure what that minute is about but I intend to find out. I’ve never written a blog on my phone before, and it feels a bit inauthentic. Perhaps though, it’s the most authentic because I am able to write things out as they’re happening instead of summarizing at the end of the day. I guess the level of authenticity will be determined by my lovely subscribers.
I love being at the airport. I love people watching and also eavesdropping on people’s conversations and this is the perfect place for it. The group next to me is having a passionate conversation about the texture of some gross fruit they tried. I wonder what it was. The family behind me is explaining to their daughter why it’s not the most polite to loudly ask someone if they missed their flight, when they very clearly did. In front of me, there are two twin girls that are dressed identically in pink hoodies and have the same haircut. Part of me thinks it’s cute and part of me is creeped out. It’s interesting thinking about how I don’t know any of these people around me, but we’re all about to sit down next to each other and soar through the sky for the next three hours. That’s a pretty crazy thing if you think about it. Flying has become too normalized and people aren’t excited enough about it. I’m about to literally fly up into the sky and move about 600 miles per hour. Imagine there was no plane and you just saw me shooting through the sky that fast on my own. I have to learn how to do that.
Here’s an incredible conversation I just overheard: “I’m going to see the Bean tonight bro.” “Tonight? Where’s the Bean?” “Right outside our hotel bro.” These people definitely have their priorities straight, I truly respect it. Maybe I’ll see them there.
I am now sitting in this plane, about to head to Chicago. I’ve never been and I am very excited. My only goal is to take an incredible picture at The Bean and maybe climb it if I’m feeling adventurous and can get access to some suctions cups. I will keep you all updated on how this goes.
I think I am very fond of this mobile blogging thing. I feel as though I am able to share my thoughts in real time which just opens up a whole new world for this blog.
I hope everyone has a beautiful Valentine’s Day, spent loving yourself and others. Tomorrow is a fun reminder that there is love and joy all around us in so many ways. Tell someone you love them today, tomorrow and every day!
Today’s Blunch™️took place in a cold, dark, abandoned trailer. It was just Morgan and I sitting at our old, dusty desks, subs in hand, reminiscing about the good old days. The good old days that I’m speaking of were just last week, before we moved offices. The days ahead of us will likely be even better as we are in a nicer space with more people and better Blunch™️ opportunities, but we just needed to have one more lunch at our desks to say goodbye to where all our shenanigans started. I feel like it’s important to note that it was only dark because we chose not to turn the light on, I guess for dramatic effect. During our meal, my favorite FedEx driver made a delivery. He is always singing and dancing; it is so wonderful to see. He inspires me to find more joy every time I see him.
This weekend, I went to watch a Spikeball tournament. There was an insane amount of people there jumping and diving all around those little nets, it was quite impressive. It made me wish I had the coordination to play, but unfortunately, I believe I would somehow end up diving directly into that net, while simultaneously launching the ball straight to the moon. I will stick to just watching so that I’m not fined for littering on the moon. The whole day, I was sitting outside in the wind, wondering if it was possible for my bones to actually freeze. I don’t know if I’ve ever been that cold for that long before. My fingers were numb and the wind had tornadoed my hair into a tangly mess. I’m sure that I looked just a tiny bit insane.
It was well worth it though, as I got to spend time with someone I care for very much. I spent most of the day watching him play spike, and he spent the rest of the day acting as a human blanket to block the wind for me. We listened to some more songs about LeBron James and then I almost had a panic attack while trying to park a truck at Jersey Mikes. It was a very lovely weekend, and my heart is full of joy and love once again. Over the years, this person has played an incredibly important role in my continued pursuit of joy, light, and silliness. On the rare occasions we find ourselves in the same place at the same time, a light in my soul always sparks back up, and his goofiness and intentional unseriousness inspires me greatly to do things just for the sake of a good laugh. He’s also the only subscriber on this blog that gave me handstand advice. I guess the rest of you wanted me to crash through a wall.
With my renewed passion for life, I am committing to doing something absolutely ridiculous every single day this week. I’m not sure what I will do. I will just wait for inspiration to strike each day, spend a lot of time laughing about the idea, probably tell Morgan and Sheccid about it first, do the ridiculous thing, and then laugh again until I’m in tears. That’s really what life is all about.
I hope everyone is staying warm during these unusually cold days!☃️ As always, I encourage you to intentionally seek out the things that make you happy. Do something silly and stupid this week just because it makes you laugh, then come back to this post and tell me about it in the comments. Most importantly, let the light in your heart keep you warm and let it shine so that everyone can see it.
P.S: I have a fun new blog/game format that I am cooking up, so stay tuned for that in the next few days!
I am happy to report that I’m feeling much healthier now than I did at the start of the weekend. Most of my cold symptoms have gone away and my decision making skills seem to be getting better as well. This weekend was tiring but a lot of great things have come from it. Quality time with loved ones, genius business ideas and my new found love for football. This weekend has also left me with some questions though. Some related to space, some having to do with my incredible sense of humor, and some regarding the existential crisis that seems to be happening within me. Let’s dive in to each one.
My first question is what would happen if I shot a gun in space? Would the bullet go anywhere? Would the gun even work? Would the sun explode? Someone please let me know because I’ve been wondering for like two whole hours.
Something else I’ve been wondering about is how far I should be willing to take a bit or a joke before I start to care about the way it affects my life. How far is too far when it comes to making myself laugh? Let’s say hypothetically, I go on a date. I go on a date and I order some ribs, and as I’m eating these ribs, I look at my date and I say, “What animal is this?” Naturally, he says it’s pig. Then, I launch into a rant about how everything is pig. “Bacon, ham, Canadian bacon, pork obviously, but more specifically, pulled pork. Hot dogs maybe in some way? And now ribs? Everything is pig.” Then for the rest of the night I proceed to ask, “What animal is this?” about everything on the table. The response I get to this doesn’t necessarily matter. What matters is that I have done my “Everything Is Pig” rant. That is a bit that I created this weekend that I absolutely need to see through on every date I go on from now until eternity. Should I care about the consequences of this? Should I care that this bit has the potential to mess with my life because it will make no sense at all to the other person and may alter the way they view me? Or should I continue to live my life by doing anything for the bit because I enjoy a good laugh? I guess my real question is this: Can I find true love while also pretending that my life is just one big Tim Robinson skit?
That brings me to the subject of my last question. My life. My future. My final question is this: what am I doing? What am I working towards? Where will I end up? Where do I want to live my life? What’s happening? I guess that’s more than one question. I don’t know if those can be considered existential or if they’re more of just a general state of confusion. I feel like existential is more along the lines of “What is the meaning of my life?” or “What is the meaning of me?” but I know those answers. The meaning of my life is to love and laugh and care for others. It’s to spread joy and make the people around me feel loved and worthy and understood to the best of my ability. That’s what I am meant to do. It’s what I’m good at doing. Nothing existential about that. I guess I’m just searching for the best way to do this and questioning where I may be best suited to do it. There’s a lot happening behind the scenes of Dawg With A Blawg right now and I feel like I’m just a little bit lost. I’m never going to die though, so I’ve got plenty of time to figure it out.
To recap, I am looking for answers on the following: 1. Can I shoot a pistol at the moon? 2. Will someone, someday, appreciate the way that I am and also tell me if this is cow, pig, or something else entirely that I’m eating? And 3. What do I do? If you have answers to any or all of these, please leave it in the comments or give me a handwritten poem with the answer.
I hope you wake up with genuine happiness and gratitude in your heart. Try to spread some love and joy in the next 24 hours and remember that you are wonderful and deserve every beautiful thing you want in life!
The other day, I discovered that I would most likely be one of those characters in a horror movie that dies almost immediately because they make a decision that seems blatantly stupid to the audience. Someone was knocking on my door rather aggressively, and I looked out and saw someone trying to get in. I couldn’t see exactly who it was since they were leaning towards the door trying to unlock it, but they kept knocking and I thought that it may have been my sister’s boyfriend, so I opened the door. It was not my sister’s boyfriend. It was a total stranger that did not seem very happy. In that moment, I realized how incredibly stupid I had just been and this man standing there who was just angrily knocking was not someone that I should have opened the door to. Luckily, he was just as surprised as I was, and realized he was at the wrong apartment. He left and I closed the door. Seemingly not a big deal, but I felt pretty stupid for just opening the door to someone that was banging on it the way he was. I definitely would not survive in a horror movie, and I may not survive real life if I keep doing stuff like this. Mom, if you’re reading this don’t get mad at me, okay?
I’m choosing to blame that carelessness on being sick. My brain must have not been working properly. I have some sort of cold or flu that is affecting my decision-making skills, along with my sense of joy. I am pretty down in the dumps these last few days and it is a real bummer. Definitely not part of the brand that I try to represent. Something within me just needs a change. I want to move somewhere new and try something different. I need to write this blog in a new atmosphere. I feel stuck and bored and burnt out with what I’m doing. But again, I will blame that on the cold that has taken over my body and brain. I’m sure that it has nothing to do with the actual events happening in my life and the exhaustion I feel on a day-to-day basis. This cold is also affecting my hearing. My coworker said, “Is the weather warming up at all?” and I heard so clearly, “Watermelon buffalo? 😀” I had no idea how to respond to that, so I didn’t.
There are certain people that are subscribed to my blog that I’m not sure actually read it. I believe they may get email notifications, but I fear they are not into this bit as much as others are. Normally, I would say that I am going to block you if you don’t actually read my blog, but today I am just hoping that what I’m going to say reaches the right person. There is an article that I read a few years ago when I was in an unfortunate situation, looking for the right answer to a decision I didn’t want to make. In this article, it said, “On death beds, no medals are handed out for endurance and a limitless capacity to consume bowls of misery.” That sentence provided me with the reality check I needed to change my entire life. I think it’s important for everyone to know that there really is no prize for tolerating something that we know cannot get better. There are some decisions in life that will lead to a large (but much more temporary) amount of pain, and that pain is most likely always going to be better than enduring a lifetime of hurt and confusion. Instead of bowls of misery, I would recommend trying bowls of Publix soup.
I know that most of this blog has been a real bummer, but I do not want to end it that way. I’d like everyone to watch this clip from New Girl, where Nick Miller (President of Earth) very accurately represents me when I am writing my blogs. If you have not seen New Girl, I need you to stop what you’re doing and watch the show in its entirety. I have seen it probably 103 times and could quote every episode. Some may think that is not healthy, but they would be wrong. You’ll understand once you watch it. You’ll also have a better understanding of my brain since at least 50% of my references are from this show. Just watch it 😀
I hope you have all had a beautiful week and have an even better weekend! Take some Vitamin C, stay hydrated and get some rest. These germs going around are no joke!
Hello wonderful people, and welcome back to my Blawg! I know that it has been a while since I last posted and I would like to offer my sincerest apologies for that. I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you all to not have my incredible thoughts to turn to throughout the day. Fear not though, I am back. I’ve had an insanely busy couple of weeks, and while I don’t think that things are going to slow down until the end of the month, I am going to try to blog at least every other day so that my loyal subscribers can stay up to date on the happenings of my very interesting life. I’ve jotted a few things down over the past 11 days, and instead of fully summarizing what they’re all about, I will just provide you with my list of notes and no further context. I feel that you will have a much more accurate snapshot of my brain this way.
Had a caterpillar class with an eye patched Ali
I’m going to be that old lady dancing in front of the stage some day.
Monte the Tree
“I’m an adult, and you can’t make me NOT cry. You’re all a bunch of bullies, and I will say I’m sorry however I want. And by the way… I’m not SORRY👹” -The Dean (I watched the entire Community series embarrassingly fast)
Was told that I write like Dork Diaries and my life is making a lot more sense now
Long handled fishing net hot dog catcher (invention/idea)
Nobody wins afraid of losing.
“Where did my vision board go?!?!?!“
I know that I wrote more down in a notebook somewhere, but I can’t find it at the moment, and I also can’t really remember what notebook I wrote everything in. This won’t be a problem moving forward though, thanks to my new Blournal™️ (Blog Journal)! Sweet Sheccid gifted me the most beautiful journal to use for my blog content (Blontent?) so now I can keep all of my thoughts in one place. Also, sharing my blog has never been easier thanks to the business cards that Morgan made for me! Everyone feel free to take a few and hand them out! And by “feel free”, I mean that you have to or I am going to block you.
Something really exciting and amazing happened this weekend that I want to share with everyone. My big sister, Harper, planned an entire country music festival and executed it so perfectly! It was such an incredible event, and I am once again in awe of the way that she is able to do literally anything that she wants. She just knows how to do everything, and I’m so beyond impressed by her. It was so fun to watch everyone at work come together to support her, and watch the community come together to sing and dance and share such a joyful experience with each other. She put so much time and energy into it and I’m so happy that it turned out so well. I’ve even started enjoying some country music because of this event, which might be the most impressive result of the whole thing. Those cowboys actually sing some pretty sweet stuff.
Life is crazy and life is busy and I worked thirteen days in a row and am truly exhausted, but how incredibly lucky am I to spend that time with friends, family and coworkers that make it all so enjoyable. Everything from the past two weeks is blending together and I cannot separate the days in my mind. But I know that I spent most days laughing and having fun, and spent most nights listening to someone rattle off insurance facts while they were wearing three watches and three pairs of glasses. All of the information that they were sharing with me is blurring together with the lyrics of the terrible LeBron James song that they were singing to me as I was falling asleep. It definitely made for some confusing dreams.
I just remembered that I tried to do a handstand last night and completely wiped out. I really want to be able to do one so I will keep trying. If you don’t hear from me for a while, maybe check in and make sure that I am okay, because it is a real possibility that I go through a wall while attempting this. If anyone has any advice on this subject, please share it with me!
I hope that the joy you felt when you saw the Dawg With A Blawg notification in your inbox stays with you for the rest of the day. I hope that you have laughed today, and I hope that you know you are worthy of wonderful things today and every day!
My favorite country song that I have discovered this week:
We are officially a week into the new year, and I hope it has been wonderful for everyone so far! For me, it has been…interesting. Strange things have been happening, and even stranger conversations have occurred these past few days. Today’s Blopics™️ (blog topics, obviously) include a baby horse, my new favorite basketball coach, and the loss of my inner Chad.
If I’m being honest, I am not too sure that the title of today’s blog makes total sense. I don’t have a complete grasp of what “mind candy” is supposed to be. This phrase was written on a crumpled-up piece of paper on the gym floor, and I later found out that it was written by my former enemy, who recently has become my best friend and new favorite coach. When I started my job last year, I knew that I needed to choose an enemy to keep the plot interesting. Originally, I was planning for Devin to fill this role. He seemed like the obvious choice, and I think he would have made a fine enemy. Sadly, he left quickly after I started and I didn’t have the chance to put this dynamic in place. I think maybe he left because he was intimidated by how handsome I am. Anyways, when things didn’t go as planned with Devin, I decided that this coach would be the next best thing, because he made me mad once. For most of the year, I felt confident with this decision because he made me mad a couple more times. Things played out exactly as they should with a predetermined nemesis. Then one random day, he was nice to me, and every time that I have seen him since then, he has been nice to me. So naturally, we are best friends now. He wears suits and screams his head off and I just think, “Hmm, it’s funny the way that he is 😀”. I guess it’s time to find a new enemy now, so everybody better be careful.
There’s one person who never has to worry about being my enemy though, and that would be my colleague who has connections to the baby horse that I’ll be meeting soon. This has been in the works for a while, but there has recently been some urgency surrounding the matter and I am not completely sure why. This urgency has led to a hilarious conversation over the last two days, and I will share a small glimpse of that below. I really don’t know what exactly is happening, but I do know that there is a sweet baby horse waiting to meet me and I have now disappointed her twice. I must do better 💔 🐎
Am I going to Doctor Taco Bell? Probably not…Nothing. Nothing at all.
A few blogs ago, I talked about how my frat boy alter ego had built poorly decorated walls around my heart that grew taller every time I was around someone handsome. These walls made me say things like, “You should have dinner alone on Christmas 😀”. This Chad persona served as a defense mechanism and made me act like the type of person that doesn’t care about things. Unfortunately, I let one of these walls slip by accident, and I remembered that I am the type of person that cares about things. I care about things a lot. I am not a Chad, and I never will be. I do not enjoy pretending to be one. Although, it was definitely funny in the moment and led to some great bits. You guys know that I’ll do anything for the bit. Sadly though, my need for a good laugh led to me being forever haunted by the words, “You’re very pretty…just goofy.” 😧
Let each of these things serve as a lesson to you. You never know what can happen in a year; sometimes your pretend enemies can turn into your pretend best friends. If there is something beautiful and wonderful waiting for you, go to it as soon as you can. Otherwise, you will receive extremely confusing texts about Taco Bell while you are at work. Lastly, whether you are a true Chad or a Wanna-Be like me, stay true to yourself and don’t let the bit lead you astray.
Since this is another late post, I once again assume that most of you will be reading this when you wake up. If that’s the case, I encourage you all to welcome a little bit more joy, love and kindness into your heart as you go about your day. I also encourage you to listen to the song that I have linked below for both Spotify and Apple Music users. I’ve also included a YouTube link in case there are any oddballs out there that don’t use either.
Happy New Year!!🎉 I hope that everyone had an amazing time celebrating last night. Normally, New Year’s Eve is a bit stressful for me, because it makes me painfully aware of the passing of time and our inability to get any of it back. But I didn’t feel that way this year. I spent most of the night drafting this lovely blog and reflecting on the last 12 months, then I ran around the neighborhood with Harper and JJ making goose sounds. I had a really remarkable year full of exciting memories, which I will now attempt to summarize because I know my readers want to hear all about it. It would make the most sense to list these things out in chronological order, but that is boring and predictable. Instead, I will describe my year in a few nonsensical paragraphs that contain no particular theme or structure. This will likely be more of an essay than a blog, so grab a snack and settle in.
This year, I went to my first rodeo! 🤠 I quickly learned that I do not like rodeos. It’s not right the way they treat those baby cows. I took a salsa dancing class and one singular tennis lesson. I am not particularly good at either of these things, but I guess that’s what I get for only trying them once. I played in a kickball league, which was the start of six of the most peculiar weeks of the year. That was when my friends and I coined the term “Winnie-The-Poohing-It”. I discovered that I truly enjoy being a witness to a prank call, but I don’t have what it takes to do it myself. I learned how to take care of plants, and I haven’t killed any since June! I finally got my first tattoo, and it barely even hurt at all. I saw a comedian that I really like and was tempted to sprinkle some parmesan on the stage, but I resisted the urge. I made a lot of different lemon desserts for people that I care about, and some of them had more impact than I could have imagined. You’d be surprised the way a lemon cookie can affect your life. My big sister moved into the same building as me and it has been so much fun living so close to her again. Her house is my new favorite store.
Speaking of my sister, she got married this year!! I attended her wedding and cried my little heart out. I gave a speech that got a few good laughs and made the newlyweds shed some tears, so it was a success in my book. JJ officially joined the family, and he has done a stellar job as a brother so far. I got to spend so much time with my family this year and was reminded over and over again of how lucky I am to be so close with them. My sweet niece was born, and it has been truly magical watching her learn and grow. I now have two nieces and a nephew, and being their aunt is my favorite thing in the entire world. I genuinely believe that my heart grows every single time that I see them. Something else that grew this year: my muscles 💪 My goal at the beginning of the year was to learn how to do one pushup. I just wanted to be able to do one regular pushup without modification, and now I’m up to ten! I got a lot stronger both physically and mentally and it led to me taking on challenges that I never could have dreamed of two years ago. I ate a lot of soup! Like, a lot of soup. More than I ever have. I blame Dave. I went to a concert with my sister and a very handsome rockstar fell in love with me. It’s because I’m so funny and charming and lovely. I bet he still thinks about me. For about a month, I was obsessed with the song One Little Slip from the movie Chicken Little. While it’s the perfect song to dance to, I honestly don’t recommend that you listen to it. There’s no need to learn what the recipe for disaster is. You don’t need that in your life.
On a more serious note, earlier this year I made the tough decision to call off my engagement. It’s not something I like to talk about, but it changed me more than I expected. Nah, I’m just kidding. Just wanted to make sure you were still paying attention. I ate a waffle that I’ve been dreaming about since I was 3 years old and I spilled a few too many blueberries on the ground. I considered going to Chicago to stare at my reflection in The Bean™️but ultimately decided that some things are better left alone, even if it takes 7 years to do so. I saw insanely beautiful sunsets and stared at them in awe every time. I just find it so comforting to know that no matter what kind of day you’ve had or how you’re feeling, there will always be something beautiful to turn to and appreciate at the end of the day. I got to spend a couple days with my first-grade bully (turned lifelong friend) and she is probably the coolest person that I know. I miss her every day. Alexa, play Dorothea by Taylor Swift. I went on a five-hour long date that was not a date that actually was a date that maybe wasn’t really a date. Yeah, I couldn’t make sense of it either, but I did have a good time! Also, I got stuck in The Fancy™️for a while and I’m hoping that it happens again this year. I got bangs and it was the best decision ever, I am absolutely stunning. Lastly and most importantly, I started my blog!!
My year was strange and odd and wonderful. I tried so many new things and put myself out there in ways that I didn’t think I was capable of. I danced and I laughed every single day, and I don’t know how it gets better than that. I also cried and got mad and got hurt. I learned the importance of finding and creating joy. I learned how to not let the hurt consume me. I learned that things aren’t as black and white as I once believed them to be, and that I don’t have to have complete understanding of things as they are happening. I learned that even just a few seconds of being brave when you’re scared or nervous can change so much. My heart is as full as it has ever been, and I am just so lucky to be surrounded by so much goodness and love. I am so grateful that I spent the year with people that seem to enjoy the fact that I get a little bit more odd with every passing day. I love my friends, I love my family, and I love my loyal Dawg With A Blawg subscribers. I feel incredibly lucky to have people in my life that are interested in my thoughts and the way my brain perceives the world. These past 12 months have been the happiest of my life, and I know the next 12 will be even better.
One of my favorite reminders <3
To anyone reading this, I hope with my whole heart that you have the happiest, luckiest, most wonderful year. I hope that it is full of joy and love and laughter and meaningful moments for you. I hope you know that you are deserving of good things and are capable of anything you set your mind to.
