To Point b

As I was making the final touches on my paper, I heard someone say, “I usually get 100 likes in an hour but I only got 38 likes and it’s been 2 hours, so I think I’m just gonna delete the photo.” This statement stopped me dead in my tracks Or, actually, in my typing. I literally had to sit back and think about that for a second. This girl, I didn’t know her, but I didn’t have to; I knew she was kind, gifted, loved, valued and so needed. Not to mention, she was just beautiful! I couldn’t understand why someone like that would even think of deleting a photo just because it didn’t get enough likes compared to her other photos. But then, I had to stop again. I realized, I am guilty of this and I can say, with almost certainty, we all are. I’d like to address it. We live in an age of comparison. We have been conditioned to believe that if we are not as good as the person next to us, or even our previous selves, than we aren’t good at all. THAT IS ABSURD. Our diff...

The women who types before you, is polished. She always has manicured nails, her makeup is always meticulously done, each hair is in its place. The women who types before you, is always smiling and has a laugh that is contagious. She smells like sunshine. She gives good hugs and has an open ear for the broken hearted.  But,  she is slowly dying on the inside from self inflicted cuts. This is me. Looks can be deceiving.  I am not writing this so you, my readers, will feel bad for me. I am writing this so you know that you are not alone, because even the most “put-together” people aren’t put-together. For some time I have felt unhappy, alone and just broken. I can’t say exactly why but sadness doesn’t always come with a motive.  I was reaching a breaking point. I cried everyday and felt as though I was drowning in my own tears. The pain was unbearable and no one knew how to help or understood why the “put-together” girl was struggling. In fact, mo...

“190 minute wait.” My family and I wondered if waiting in line for 3 hours would really be worth a 12 minute experience. (Spoiler: it totally was.) No one likes waiting. It’s a part of being human. In fact, I’m sure that right next to the definition of human it says, “impatient.” That’s okay sometimes. If we weren’t a little impatient we would never have enough motivation to get anything done. However, it’s not okay when we become so impatient we won’t even sit down for 190 minutes for a super awesome ride. This weekend my mom bought me a plane ticket home for a long weekend celebration. It was my brothers birthday on the 15th, he had just graduated from Advanced Individual Training in the army and I hadn’t seen him in 15 weeks and the rest of my family in almost 8. I’m very fortunate to have such a close knit family, but it makes it being away for so long pretty hard. We deserved this. I got off the plane in Orlando, Florida and we drove to our hotel where we would...