I feel like I am finally figuring out who I really am.
Sometimes the solution to a problem is space.
True, true friends - that listen, don't judge, give honest feedback, and support you when you are lost, frustrated, confused, feeling hopeless, whatever - are absolutely one of God's sweetest blessings.
It is absolutely vital to find something that brings you peace, calm, and happiness - and to make time to do it.
Everyday I feel like pinching myself to make sure my husband is real.
If I didn't have diabetes, I would drink way, way, way too much orange juice. And sweet tea.
Dogs absolutely melt my heart. The love that a dog gives is totally selfless, innocent and pure. Not many things can cheer you up quicker than being greeted by a dog who's just been waiting to give you kisses when you come home - whether you've been gone 8 hours, or 20 minutes. People may assume I'm nuts because I pin to my "animals" board on Pinterest on the regular, but they make my heart smile.
If I could have any job in the world, I would be the third Junk Gypsy.
I really do love Luke Bryan's young-love-summer-night-you-look-hot-let's-sneak-away songs. But - I think his jeans are too tight and his smile is goofy. (Sorry, Nikki. More for you, right? :) )
I eat entirely too much bacon.
I go through phases where I remember awesome bands from the past and I listen to them over and over on Pandora. A few examples are Otis Redding, Tom Petty, and Fleetwood Mac. Also - in middle school, I listened to Led Zeppelin over. and over. and over. and over. and over. for basically two years. Now, when I hear them, I usually turn it. I don't dislike them, but I totally got way more than my fill.
One thing I
really hate about myself am working to improve is my inability to just let things go. Life doesn't make sense, and a lot of it doesn't seem fair, but it's because we can only see part of the full picture. Can't let it steal your joy. Also, time is showing me that things really do always happen a better way than the plan I had anyway.
Sweet-n-low is nasty.
I used to have snake nightmares several times a week - for like 7 years. In the dream, I would feel completely panicked, and wake up in a cold sweat, just before the snake bit me in the neck. Now, I rarely have snake dreams. And when I do, it's like, "Ughhh. Yuck. There's a damn snake. Now I'ma have to kill his ass. Bummer."
One of the hardest parts of being gluten free is not being able to eat the fried chicken from Chic-fil-a (and other times when I really just want a fried chicken salad).
I have been biting my nails for 30 years.
CMT has some of the weirdest infomercials ever.
I am OCD when it comes to how the eggs sit in the carton. I like all the weight in the center. Use an egg from the middle? Replace it with one from the edge. No random egg pluckage goin' on around these parts.
I get pretty excited when the laundry detergent is about to run out, because I look forward to the smell of the next bottle.