The H-Word

People have been asking us what we want to be practically since we could talk. When you're little everyone lets you believe you can be whatever you want, no matter how ridiculous it may be. But as we get older reality sets in. People now have opinions about what we should or shouldn't do. They have ideas about what I would be good at or even not good at. And the worst part is they think they know best and we are foolish to disregard what they say. From what I can remember, I've always wanted to be a teacher. I think a lot of little kids want to be teachers at some point or another because of all the awesome teachers out there. I had some special teachers in my life growing up (that's you mom, dad, and nana). Of course they taught me everything, but they were also actually teachers.  I loved going to their schools and trying to help them as much as I could, even if that meant washing the chalk boards. When I was younger everyone thought it was cute that I wanted to

I'm sorry, I can't because I have to study. I'm sorry, I can't because I already have something else going on. I'm sorry, I can't go anymore, something came up. I'm sorry, I can't. I could not even begin to count the number of times these words have left my mouth or been typed by my fingers. It's not that I didn't want to go, either. It was that I genuinely, 100% felt like I couldn't go. I felt like I couldn't muster up the energy to get out of my bed and get ready to leave the house. I felt like I couldn't pretend like I was enjoying myself for hours. I felt like I couldn't go make conversations with people I didn't really know. Sometimes I even felt like I couldn't hang out with my best friends. Before I was diagnosed with depression, and even after, I was never the type of person that people would think is depressed. Not to say that there is a specific type of person that you look at think, "that person is depr

Day 3 was extra special because it was my 22nd birthday! Woo-hoo it's my Taylor Swift year!! Day 3 meant we were driving to Miami to see the Cubs play. Before we got on the road we decided to get Dunkin' for my birthday. Of course I got the usual (medium iced coffee with caramel swirl and milk) plus a peeps donut because why not. However, as we were getting in the car I thought it was a good idea to hold my coffee and open the car door with the same hand. It wasn't a good idea. I dropped the coffee, the cup broke and all my coffee spilled in the parking lot. Thankfully, they made me a new one but still y'all, I am always doing stuff like this. Once we got to Miami we went to a place called Wynwood. From what I gathered it's basically the art district. All the buildings and walls were painted with murals. They had a specific gallery called Wynwood Walls that had all kinds of murals. Of course I took a ton of pictures of all the artwork and of me in front of the a