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dating in your 20s.

man. 13 year old chloe could not get enough of the idea that once I had graduated college, my perfect dreamy boyfriend and I would be married with a litter of children, living happily ever after.

13 year old chloe was also painfully naive and had no idea of the shit she was in for.

Growing up, I had a consistent perfect long term boyfriend for the majority of my high school experience. Despite parting ways with him, I quickly jumped into another form of a relationship, followed by another. It was different, but I was still romantically involving myself with others for a consistent period of time. After my last boyfriend and I broke up in June of 2019, the dry spell was born.

It’s a really unique experience having so many beautiful friends throughout my life, and watching them embark on various relationship endeavors for the duration of my college career. Despite being happy for them, I would be lying if a small (maybe larger than small) portion of me wondered when I too would get to experience something like that, again.

NO ONE talks about the jarring, uncomfortable, and outright confusing transition from being overseen by the male population from age 19-22, and then being thrown into a brand new world, with a massive dating pool, and suddenly being bombarded with male attention. For a lack of better words, it is what I would call, a mind fuck!

I started a new job in August of 2022. I was so scared, overwhelmed, and just generally rejecting the idea of any kind of change of pace. I don’t do well with change, and while I was excited for my new journey, I was also battling a lot of conflicting emotions throughout the process of learning a new way of life, and entering the next leg of my adult life.

With new places, experiences, and jobs, comes meeting a lot of new people. One of my favorite things! However, with new people, comes new perceptions, and new commentary on how these new people in your life perceive you and believe you to be.

So, what happens when the perception of others does not match with the perception you have of yourself? Enter our second mind fuck!

I’m thankful for my heart, for Jesus, and for my amazing friends and family that continue to love and support me through every step of the way.

Because frankly, entering this new dating pool where anyone age 21-31 is fair game, is something that can only be survived with good friends and alcohol.

PSA, for anyone who is interested, just because a man is 26 years old does not mean he has his life together. Quite the opposite, actually.

signed,

hater of casual relationships

a short list of things i’ve learned in 20 years of life.

I’m so thankful to have been alive for 20 years. not just living, but alive. laughing, feeling, loving, and thriving. I have been hurt so many times, and it’s in the darkness that the light shines the brightest, and teaches you the most.

1. loving people from a distance is the best thing you can do for yourself. hate will turn your heart cold. you deserve more than that.

2. never stop thanking God for what you experience everyday. blessings come in disguise more often than you think. often, it takes time to reveal the true blessing of things that once broke you.

3. never, ever, ever, act out of emotion. if you’re a huge ass feeler like myself, acting when your emotions are swirling around at an uncontainable capacity may be the worst thing u can possibly do. love yourself enough temporarily walk away from things that need to settle before you discuss them. the people that love you will understand this.

4. learn to love the sound of your feet walking away from something that is hurting you. (not an easy one)

5. assert yourself, with love. even the bluntest conversations can come from a place of love.

6. listen to your mom. your best friends. strangers. the people in your life know you better than you think, and you will save yourself a lot of heartbreak if you do. my mom can sense a bad guy from miles away.

7. if he is giving you mixed signals, do yourself a favor and take that as a no.

8. people cannot fix people. time fixes people. love fixes people. Jesus fixes people. if you enter a relationship with the sole intention to “fix someone” stop. you will leave so broken. you have to protect yourself.

9. loving fearlessly and watching out for toxic situations can happen simultaneously.

10. become addicted to growth. and bettering yourself.

11. Jesus doesn’t ever leave you. you leave him. seek and you will find, and never project your anger to him. he knows your heart and your strengths.

12. the man of your dreams is extremely possible. when you settle, you’re eliminating him. you want to marry Harry styles? there could be a harry 2.0 out there for you, but you settled on chad from sig pi who only texts you after 10 pm.

13. if he only texts you after 10 pm... need I say more?

14. people say things they don’t mean all the time. fall for actions, not words. people can be pussies.

15. I don’t think people really change. deep down, they’ll always be somewhat the same. if someone has hurt you in the past, it’s safe to assume they will again.

16. if you find yourself checking a man’s snapscore, consult your therapist.

17. sometimes people are meant to meet each other, but not meant to be together. don’t overlook qualities you dislike in someone because you’re holding on to hope that they’ll change. they won’t.

18. always be open to new adventures and challenges. you don’t know what is in store tomorrow. tomorrow could be the start of a completely new journey.

19. it’s okay to cry, and scream, and feel. feelings are good.

20. we are so lucky to feel. to hurt, to live, to be alive. there are people who don’t get that chance, and don’t get to live lives like we do. embrace each day, no matter how tough it gets. there’s such a distinct purpose to your life. know that.

peace out

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STORY TIME:

I work in a decent sized, local, indie bookstore. It’s a great job 99% of the time and a lot of our customers are pretty neat people. Any who, middle of the day this little old lady comes up. She’s lovably kooky. She effuses how much she loves the store and how she wishes she could spend more time in it but her husband is waiting in the car (OH! I BETTER BUY HIM SOME CHOCOLATE!), she piles a bunch of art supplies on the counter and then stops and tells me how my bangs are beautiful and remind her of the ocean (“Wooooosh” she says, making a wave gesture with her hand)

Ok. I think to myself. Awesomely happy, weird little old ladies are my favorite kind of customer. They’re thrilled about everything and they’re comfortably bananas. I can have a good time with this one. So we chat and it’s nice.

Then this kid, who’s been up my counter a few times to gather his school textbooks, comes up in line behind her (we’re connected to a major university in the city so we have a lot of harried students pass through). She turns around to him and, out of nowhere, demands that he put his textbooks on the counter. He’s confused but she explains that she’s going to buy his textbooks.

He goes sheetrock white. He refuses and adamantly insists that she can’t do that. It’s like, $400 worth of textbooks. She, this tiny old woman, bodily takes them out of her hands, throws them on the counter and turns to me with a intense stare and tells me to put them on her bill. The kid at this point is practically in tears. He’s confused and shocked and grateful. Then she turns to him and says “you need chocolate.” She starts grabbing handfuls of chocolates and putting them in her pile.

He keeps asking her “why are you doing this?” She responds “Do you like Harry Potter?" and throws a copy of the new Cursed Child on the pile too.

Finally she’s done and I ring her up for a crazy amount of money. She pays and asks me to please give the kid a few bags for his stuff. While I’m bagging up her merchandise the kid hugs her. We’re both telling her how amazing she is and what an awesome thing she’s done. She turns to both of us and says probably one of the most profound, unscripted things I’ve ever had someone say:

"It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.”

The kid thanks her again and leaves. I tell her again how awesome she is. She’s staring out the door after him and says to me: “My son is a homeless meth addict. I don’t know what I did. I see that boy and I see the man my son could have been if someone had chosen to be kind to him at just the right time.”

I’ve bagged up all her stuff and at this point am super awkward and feel like I should say something but I don’t know what. Then she turns to me and says: I wish I could have bangs like that but my darn hair is just too curly.“ And leaves.

And that is the story of the best customer I’ve ever had. Be kind to somebody today.

in loving you, I lost myself/ an emotional detox and lessons learned

hello!!!

I’m so happy to be typing this up, for many reasons. Most of all because my heart is finally in a position of healing and peace where I can reflect on what I’ve been through and apply what I’ve learned to the rest of my life. To be completely honest, I didn’t know when I’d get here. For a long time, I was in a place of sadness and confusion. I felt in the dark and unsure of when I would come out of that season.

I’m out bitches.

Where do we even begin? Well, I was in a relationship with my first boyfriend for the better part of three years. He was and is the most genuine, best person, but he just wasn’t the one for me. But, I felt completely and entirely myself around him, which made our relationship very comfortable and healthy. It’s affirming to have someone love you so deeply for you, the good and the bad.

Anyway, through that relationship I was very present and had a free mind. My thoughts were clear and I was always in tune with what was best for my morals and well being as a person, which I think is considerably wise for a fifteen year old. I never lost sight of myself in that relationship, which is why I was able to not completely shut down when I decided to end the huge constant in my life after three years.

Fast forward to February of 2018, and I found myself in a mindset so strange and new. I hadn’t had a “crush” on someone in what felt like forever, and wasn’t looking for that, until my feelings made up their mind and blindsided me with something I never thought I’d feel, more importantly for someONE I never thought I’d feel them for (no offense).

The details are far too long and insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but here’s what I learned from the absolute mess I found myself in during the months of February- May.

During this time, I stepped away from my knowledge of what was best for my morals and for my well being, because I wanted this person so badly and loved “living on the edge” with no worry about the consequences of my actions. Teenage dream by Katy Perry was my theme song. The passion and attraction I felt towards this individual was unlike anything I’d felt before.

you see, your actions don’t only affect others, but they affect you. Hard. I was lost, heartbroken, and holding on to something for dear life that was never mine in the first place, and never will be.

I was frustrated, because my worldly desires were overcoming my internal wisdom, which is very scary. I could hear everyone in my life warning me of my mistakes, trying to bring me back to earth, back to the girl who they all knew and loved, but my eyes and internal willpower stopped me from doing what I needed to do.

I knew deep down it was wrong. Nothing ever felt right. I let this person treat me the way I looked down on other girls for letting guys treat them, and it felt like an out of body experience. I felt like I was watching myself ruin my own mental state, but I just stood there and didn’t do a thing to change it.

Worst of all, I knew that Jesus didn’t want that for me. God only wants what’s best for you, and wants to guide and protect your heart. Going after said person did exactly the opposite, and yet I still ran at full speed, because I had convinced my stubborn ass that I would make this unobtainable person mine, and I managed to block out any truth from God during this dark season.

I don’t look back on this with regret. I look back with confusion and relief, because I’m so grateful to be back to being rooted in the knowledge of the girl I am, and loving every part of her, even when she strays from the path.

Here’s the takeaway to this novel;

The biggest piece of advice I can give is to stay true to who you are. Losing yourself and losing your roots to who you are can be actually detrimental to yourself and those around you.

With him, I never felt like the badass woman I know I am. And that was the biggest red flag of all. Yet I ignored it. Scary, right?

Exploring other realms and paths is totally fine. But from this, I learned that I need to be with someone who lets me be 100% authentically me, and doesn’t hold me back from being a badass woman.

Not that I need to be with someone. Maybe I’m destined to be a single woman forever and adopt children and be the world’s greatest single mother?? We don’t know.

But I can’t wait to find out.

peace out dawgs

from my kitchen table

Hi! So writing this paper has actually been the hell I never knew existed, yet I really enjoyed it at the same time? Let’s start from the beginning.

This paper scared me so bad. I think a lot of the fear came from me getting in my head about doing it right and actually being able to write a reformed argument about my book. Those are completely logical fears though. I started to feel better once I found some gold literary criticism that I could really work with.

I’ve found that this process is all about trusting yourself. Writing the literary analysis was one of my favorite parts because I just canceled all my fear and just wrote- and I’m really proud of what I ended up producing. I felt like I made esteemed arguments and backed up my sources really well.

This project overall is really stressful because you and your classmates are all at completely different stages, doing completely different things. It’s so easy to compare yourself to everyone else and freak yourself out because your classmate transfered theirs to the computer and you haven’t yet.

My paper still needs a lot of work, but the skeleton is there, and I’m really proud of it. I feel most confident about my literary analysis, and the least confident about my explications of my quotes, but there will be another post about that specifically later :)

Mr. Kreinbring, I’m grateful we did this. Even though it’s really scary, I feel really stretched as a writer and a thinker and I know that I’ve grown a lot from this. Let’s just hope my final grade agrees LOL.

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honesty.

100% of my posts lately have been school related and that’s because I’m drowning (lol) (thank you Mr. Kreinbring)

I’m connected to my hotspot on my phone and slowly but surely draining my battery completely, but I just had to pop on here and be honest for a second.

Feelings are hard. It takes a lot of courage to buckle up and be vulnerable with someone, especially if you don’t know how they’re going to take it. Recently, I’ve found myself in a place hard to describe. I want to be honest about how I feel, more than anything, but know that once I’m honest and vulnerable I can’t take it back.

And maybe that’s just something that comes with maturing and growing up. Having to be responsible for your actions and your feelings, no matter what the outcome might be.

And so, in light of my honesty, I’m writing this post sounding like I have my shit together, when in reality, I’m going to continue to keep my feelings inside. Why? because it’s the better choice, not the easier one, but the better one.

Maybe things will change drastically in a couple days, but those chances are low.

And maybe I will decide to be honest. Because at the end of the day, I come first. My well being and mental stability trump catty high school drama, and that will always be true.

Hey!!! My Library journey was a fun one. Chris Larson, Gordy Gwilt and I headed to the library on Saturday after our forensics competition. We couldn’t find parking for a second and then started the very long and cold trek to the actual library. The help desk lady was very helpful, and started plugging in my sources straight from my phone. With my luck, they had none of them. Naturally, they had almost all of Chris’s. But, she showed me how to use the library database to find different literary criticism, and explained how to get a library pass and how to email the sources to myself. After a little time on the computer, I found some reasonable sources that I downloaded as pdfs and emailed to myself. There were a couple of really good sources that I had to print because they weren’t downloadable, and that was a journey in itself.

My homegirl Lauren showed me how to get a print card, and I only had a $10 bill because I never carry cash. I guess I thought the print machine would give me change for the card, but instead loaded all $10 onto my print card in the form of Griz Ca$h. I only used about 2 dollars off the card, so if anyone needs extra Griz Ca$h, I’m your girl.

After I finished printing we headed off, and all was well. My first time inside the OU Library was a memorable one : )

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In Cold Blood- #7

This post is going up after diving into some quality literary criticism about this book, so I feel like I have a really fresh perspective.

At my point in the novel, Capote is starting to unbox the details and connections to the killers. The detective in the story is connecting the dots, and the reader is finally starting to get closure. Something I really respect but also find irritating about Capote’s works are his ability to “write around” a topic. He describes and writes about two intense events- the murder of the Clutters and the hangings of the murderers, without directly addressing the two, all while relating them to something more important. What?! How does an author even do that? That’s the subject of many of the criticisms I’m looking at- how Capote manages to pave the way for a new form of journalism and literature all while avoiding directly talking about event he’s studying.

This book is unlike anything I’ve ever read and while it has been difficult to read at times, I’m really happy I ended up picking it. It’s been so unique to study a book that changed the future for other books to come, and learn more about the world and the legal system at the same time.

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In Cold Blood- #6

Naturally, the murder of the Clutter family has shaken the towns people significantly, even people not in the town are being affected by this cold blooded killing. We see the obvious disturbance in the text on many different occasions, too many to name examples for. But what I just read was different than any of the other internal thoughts I’ve read so far. It was when Detective Dewey was exploring the Clutter household alone, after being swamped with looking into leads and answering phone calls. He describes the house and how it feels in great detail, and then starts to talk about how, on this particular instance, Bonnie Clutter haunts him severely. The description of Bonnie’s haunting is chilling and empathetic all in one. Bonnie Clutter is standing in the kitchen, cooking, and shaking, and whimpering. Dewey is telling her that he can’t understand her, and was trying to comfort her. Eventually, she tells him that there’s nothing worse than being murdered. And the scene just ends. It sends chills down your spine and makes you want to cry at the same time. It’s one of the first times we see an internal struggle for a character- considering just Mr. Dewey experienced this. It’s a scene that’s stuck with me for the rest of the book. This scene shows how people can be suffering on the inside without anyone else knowing- for both Mr. Dewey and Mrs. Clutter.

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In Cold Blood- #5

I’ve loved getting to know this new style of journalism Capote created with this novel, but sometimes it confuses me. Most of the time I can get a pretty good idea of what Capote is trying to show with his writings, but a passage I read recently had me genuinely confused. It probably didn’t help that I was reading in the middle of theatre rehearsal, so I was distracted, but it still doesn’t make sense. Starting around page 140, Perry receives a letter from his sister. The letter itself is weird, having some sections capitalized and some not. But things really start getting confusing when Perry is explaining his thoughts and reactions to the letter. His thoughts are all over the place, and he even starts breaking down his thoughts in numerical order. Then there’s this section of writing where it’s just huge words, like Omnilingual- with simpler definitions next to them. What??? Why?? There was also no previous mention of these words in the letter.I think Capote or Perry really fell off their rockers with this one. Maybe not, but I’m still struggling to find the meaning behind this part of the novel.

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In Cold Blood- #4

loss. it’s something that everyone has to go through in their live, eventually. similar to grief, loss hits everyone differently. I’m reaching the parts in the novel where Capote is describing how the other town people are handling the loss. Reading about how every individual is affected is stirring, but I’m particularly moved by Susan and Bobby, for multiple reasons. First of all, they are mostly affected by the death of their friend, Nancy, who was my age. I can’t imagine losing a friend so suddenly and brutally, or at all. Capote doesn’t hide the emotion when writing the dialogue between Bobby and Susan, as they try and cope with the news. There is something so beautiful about the love Susan and Bobby had for Nancy, and something so tragic about how they’re hurting. This is one of the first times in the novel that we see real, true feelings coming from the characters. I also think that Capote including the testimonies from the close friends and family is very effective literary move- not only does it give the reader a chance to see the individual account of the murder from different perspectives, but it also lets us get to know the people surrounding the Clutters.

anyway, reading about loss is one of my favorite things because I love feeling emo and connecting with the characters, which is exactly what Capote helped me to accomplish at this part of the novel.

: )

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In Cold Blood- #3

Oh boy. Things just got real in this book. Capote finally let us know the state they found the Clutters in upon their discovery. I couldn’t put the book down. The whole account was being told by a neighbor, an aspiring author who happened to work as a school teacher. In the moment, I wasn’t bothered, but looking back, I’m having a difficult time telling what is real and what isn’t real- because I know Capote created dialogue between the Clutters that I don’t think existed? Unless I’m just wrong and confused, which is very possible. So, was the neighbor school teacher guy a real person? Or did Capote just create him for a better telling of the murder? I’m 98% sure he’s real after typing all of this, because why would Capote create a fictional line in a very true and accurate telling of a murder?

anyway.

The descriptions of the way the Clutters were found were fascinating and morbid. When I saw Dick and Perry buying rope to bound them and tape to silence them, my crime show loving self assuming their plan was to kill them all in one location, execution style, and move on with their lives, but they obviously had very different plans.

I don’t think Perry is very physically strong, so that plays a big part in who he killed. I know he was the one the more wary about killing than Dick was. The Clutters were found in all different parts of the house, and all killed in similar but different ways. What interests me the most, is the way they were killed and bound. One killer was methodical and precise with the bounding, taking obvious time and energy to make it intricate. This could have been Perry, because he’s the bigger thinker, or it could have been Dick, because Perry was nervous and impulsive. Also, the choice to kill them via shotgun super close up is a weak one, showing their lack of skill and confidence, and also just plain morbid.

Why was Mr. Clutter’s throat slit, but no one else’s? Was that jealousy? I could blog about this for days.

I’m so excited to be past the fluff!!!

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In Cold Blood

I’m so late to the game on this one, but we’re here!! I was having a really hard time finding a book for this project. I had a couple ideas, and thought they were pretty good, until Mr. Kreinbring told me they were too elementary. So, off I was on the hunt for another book. I think it’s pretty hard to decipher between “college level” reading and regular high school reading, in my opinion, because many websites and places I was looking included books under their college level sections that I was told were too easy for me by my teacher. At the end of the day, I just wanted a good book that I knew I was going to be interested in and that I could make a good project out of. So, I did what I knew would help me and asked Mr. Kreinbring for some suggestions. At first, I was leaning towards a feminist book style, because I had been really on fire for that lately, but then Mr. Kreinbring recommended this one- In Cold Blood. I went home and googled it, and became very interested in the story the book had to tell. I also have heard many great things about the legendary Truman Capote, which got me excited to read some of his work. I can’t wait to make a project out of this 60′s murder mystery!

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In Cold Blood- #2

When I last blogged, I was frustrated with the amount of “fluff” or character details because I was impatient and wanted to get to the good stuff. Well, we’re there! Something I love that Capote does is his literary balance between the “scenes” he has with the Clutters and the scenes he has with Dick and Perry, the murderers. For example, on page 36, we get a first glimpse of Dick and Perry showing murderer like tendencies through their plans on the murder. Directly following a lovely moment between Herb and a neighbor lady, Capote goes into distinct detail complete with dialogue about the items Perry and Dick are purchasing for the murder. The murder was definitely planned very precisely, so even though I’m confused on why Dick and Perry would choose to murder an innocent family, the men definitely had their minds made up about it. It was no random kill, that’s for sure. I’m sensing that we’re getting closer and closer to the telling of the real event, so I’m very curious for what’s to come.

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In Cold Blood- Tumblr post #1

Hi. I’m about a quarter of the way into my book, and even though I haven’t gotten to the murder yet, many interesting things have happened.

I think it’s really unique that Capote put voices and a narrative to the victims. As a reader, I know these people are going to be killed soon, and this narrative choice makes me connect further with the “characters.” My one complaint- I just want to get to the juicy stuff!! Ok. It’s cool that Nancy likes to make cherry pie but like I bought this book to read about the mystery behind the murder- not about dessert. So, I find myself checking out of what I’m reading in these early stages because of my anticipation to get to the good stuff.

I can’t say if Capote’s writing style and narrative choices are effective to me as a reader yet, because I don’t think I’m far enough in the book. But, I do know that it’s a very out there choice, and I believe it caused some controversy in its time.

I’m excited for what’s to come!! That’s all for now.

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The woman who does not require validation from anyone is the most feared individual on the planet.

Mohadesa Najumi

We just had one of the most thought provoking conversations in my AP Lit class, which is inspiring this post to vent about my opinions.

Do you ever have a situation where you have so much to say, but lack the ability to put your thoughts to words? That’s how I feel about the current social situation of the divide between men and women and their respective “roles” in society.

In today’s world, we love putting people in boxes. Labeling them. Limiting them, no matter who they are.

As a woman, I was raised to be sweet and sly and to scam my way into getting what I want. This is how the majority of women WERE raised in my generation. I can’t speak for how women are being raised today, because I don’t know.

My secret weapon is that I wasn’t raised on those principals alone- my mother instilled power and drive in me from a young age, some intentional and some God given. She told me from day one to never let anyone walk over me, and to always stand up for what I believed in, even when that was severely unacceptable for an elementary schooler.

I’ve carried this with me since it was first inserted and only taken it further. I’m not sweet like honey. Never have been, never will be. I’m driven, motivated, and real. I don’t let anyone tell me what I can and can’t do, and stand up for what’s right, no matter who’s toes I have to step on to do so.

And in 2018, that idea of self respect is slowly becoming more accepted for women. But even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t change a thing about myself.

So, no matter how many people call me a bitch, too outspoken, rude, or etc, I still won’t let anyone stand in my way. Because that’s how I was raised, and that’s how I’ll raise my children. I don’t know what the world needs, and don’t have the authority to say so. But what I do know is that I am a badass woman who won’t be silenced.

And that’s how I’ll continue. No matter what.

realizing something and acting on it are two different things.

hello! hi!

I have a really hard time letting things go. It’s just the way I am. Putting what I’m about to say into words is a lot trickier than I thought it would be, and I’m writing this on two hours of sleep, so buckle up and bear with me please and thanks :’)

so. I am so lucky to have so many amazing people in my life that constantly fill me up with truth and wisdom.

In regards to the past difficult season I’ve been living in, these states amazing people have been nothing short of selfless in giving me their advice and time to listen to me complain.

Many times when I would talk or these people would speak truth into me, I would very much agree with everything they were saying, and leave the conversation feeling empowered and on top of the world.

But, agreeing with advice and actually taking it are not the same thing.

often, my friends would get frustrated with me, because i would come to them with an inner realization or moment of truth after they spoke that exact thing into me two days or two minutes ago.

Even though I listen and take all advice given into consideration, I found myself taking it all in and failing to act on it, which was a vicious and tedious cycle.

During this previously mentioned season, the one prayer that I prayed harder than the rest was for freedom of my heart.

And as I drove home in the dark listening to the song IDGAF by Dua Lipa, I was hit in the face with a world rocking realization.

All the time I had been praying for freedom of my heart, God had been granting it, but my mind would find new ways to try and tie my heart back to the thing I was trying to avoid.

And my mind won. 99% of the time. I was left completely drained and frustrated, until I realized that I needed to start acting on the amazing advice of all the people in my life and snap out of it.

As I bring this rant to a close, the message I’m really trying to bring home is that sometimes, it takes longer to make an inner realization, even though you’re being punched with the truth 24/7. And seriously, I am so thankful for the people in my life and the wisdom they gladly provide.

Life is a journey. And there are many bumps. But without the bumps, we would learn nothing about who we really are.

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