How "Moving Forward" Sometimes Means "Stop"

Growing up, I became accustomed to change. My family moved around a lot, and by a lot, I mean I moved almost every single year since I was eight or nine. We weren't a military family. In fact, we would sometimes rent a new house just down the street from our old one. It was more about resources, and how they were more plentiful in one house than another. However, after so long of playing hot-potato-house, I can no longer stay put for too long. In July of 2015, I started college in Orlando to…


Why I Trashed The Original Post

The truth is, I had a post planned for today. I really did. It was written out about love and loss and deception, and it was deeply personal. I thought it was a good way to tell you that you only live once, don't let life hang over your head like a cannonball. Turns out, I just don't want to share it. It could be because I wrote it after a break-up. So, it was full of everlasting angst, as breaking-up protocol goes. It also could be because I don't want to focus on the negativity of the whole…