At some point, most of us have been embarrassed by something that’s been said or done, whether by us, or to us. If you haven’t, well, consider yourself lucky because I wish I didn’t get embarrassed as easily as I do.
Years ago, I was diagnosed with anxiety. Although common, it is a bitch to deal with, to put it lightly. My anxiety is more from a social standpoint, which includes feeling uncomfortable or appearing awkward in social settings, especially when meeting new people, struggling to talk on the phone, or going places by myself, being in crowds (big or small), and so on. Due to this, it’s very easy for me to get embarrassed, and sometimes causes me to have a panic attack.
Times are changing, and technology is always expanding. Due to that, our world is consumed, as I’m sure most of us can acknowledge. I’m guilty of this, as well. I have an unhealthy love for social media and my iPhone. With that said, here are some of my favorite apps:
Everyone has a hero of some kind. Maybe it’s not a “super” hero, but the literal definition of a hero is a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. Honestly, my hero hasn’t changed at all since I was a child; only intensified behind the reasoning.
Almost everyone that you meet says that their Mom is the best out there, right? Well, I’m here to tell you that each and every single one of them have lied to you, because no Mom is better than mine. Nothing will ever convince me otherwise. Here’s why.
There hasn’t been a time in my life where music wasn’t a huge part of who I am. I grew up on a wide variety of music, but I definitely have my favorites from each genre, as I’m sure we all do.
My taste in music changes with my moods, but I assume that’s pretty normal. I love country about 85% of the time, honestly, but I definitely change it up pretty often. When I’m in a hyped, happy mood, I love to listen to “today’s hits,” or rap/r&b. If I’m angry or sad, it’s usually rock. Music is just a huge part of who I am, and how I get through the day.
For as long as I can remember, writing has always been an outlet for me. It was a way to express how I was feeling or what I was going through without having to open up to someone else all of the time. It was healthy, and it was relieving. Whether the weight of the world was on my shoulders, or I was carefree and happy, I was always writing it down.
In middle school, I was obsessed with poetry and lyrics. My best friend and I put together a binder of our work as a keepsake, and I still have it to this day. It was something we enjoyed doing, and it was a creative way to express ourselves at different moments in our lives.
One day, each and every one of us will be gone. There is no question about if, but when. Our loved ones, friends, co-workers, or anyone we simply made an impression on are the only parts of us that will remain in this world. We will only become stories told by those we’ve left behind. What will people say about you? How will you be remembered?
For this challenge, I’m supposed to list 10 things that I’d hope to be remembered for when my time has come and gone. By far, this has been one of the difficult parts of this 30 day blog challenge simply because we don’t really like to think about the end of our lives, but here we go.
Whether or not you choose to admit it, we all have fears of some kind. It doesn’t have to be the common fear of darkness, snakes, clowns, or something of that nature, but we are all afraid of something.
In today’s challenge, I’m here to share with you 3 legitimate fears that I have. There are more than 3, but I figured that I would share a few of my top fears. Do not judge me because we all fear things differently, but I chose to discuss these for a reason. So, here we go.