My Future

I found this written last June and thought I should share it.

Today in English class we wrote letters to ourselves in ten years and created bucket lists. I made each pretty light hearted, but both have really gotten me thinking about who I am and who I want to be. I’ve been thinking about my future a lot lately. The #LiveLikeEric story has really inspired me. He was an adventurer (and on The Bachelorette) who recently died this year. They said he made the most of every moment. His goal was to travel to 195 countries in under 3 years and 3 months to beat the world record. Sadly, Eric didn’t get to finish. It makes me think about what I want to do in my lifetime and reminds me to make every moment count. There are so many different paths for me to take and I can really do anything I like. Until then I have to try my hardest in everything, make every moment special, and #LiveLikeEric.

To check out the #LiveLikeEric foundation click HERE

Do you know what you want to do in your lifetime? Has someone’s storytelling touched you?

I’m Only Human

I love this song by Christina Perri. It makes me feel good about myself and my imperfections and reminds us that we all have flaws.


My First Party

It’s happened. I went to my first grad party, let alone my first party. I also had my first drink! Half a beer. That’s probably I’ll ever need…I’m pretty much a lightweight.
I was very nervous going. I wasn’t sure I would have much fun and didn’t think I would know anyone. It was actually a ton of fun. I stuck with my four good friends and we had a blast.
My mom drove us there and back.
I don’t think I’ll ever be a ‘party animal’. I don’t really want to. I had enough with my half a can!
I was really glad I went though, I met some new people and had lots of fun. I had always thought that a party would be a bad thing and I would feel bad coming back, but it was really fun!

Accepting Myself

For years, I have focused so much on my looks that my confidence only got lower.  I would get so embarrassed and shy when I was out in public.  I hated meeting new people and would always feel like if there was someone pretty, that I wasn’t worthy enough to talk to them.

I still get these feelings occasionally and I think I will always be shy around new people, but I have gotten so far with my feelings about how I look lately.  I really don’t care if other people see a funny picture of me on Instagram or Snapchat.  I don’t think I’m extremely pretty, but I’ve come to the realization that it’s what’s on the inside that counts (cheesy, I know!).  I’ve been focusing a lot more on being a nicer, better person and friend that I don’t really have time to think about how self conscience I am.

Most of this changed when I was on a school trip to Italy and Greece over the Easter break.  We were paired up with another school which meant being stuck with a bunch of strangers for two weeks.  I was sort of petrified because immediately I figured they were putting all of their focus on me and judging me (I mean, who doesn’t do that when they are in a new country? jk!).  We went to a disco, or teen dance, on night in Greece and there was some…interesting dancing going on that I wasn’t all too comfortable with. I went along with it, feeling very out of my comfort zone (not in a good way) and completely not myself.  I came back to my room feeling sort of deflated.

The next night, we happened to go to another one.  About ten minutes into it I was still trying to be cool, and not myself because I was worried I would make a fool out of myself.  Then it hit me.  Wasn’t I here to have fun?  Wasn’t this my vacation, too?  With that, I let my “cool” barrier drop and let loose.  I was bringing out all of my favourite moves from when I would dance with my best friends back home, including the “Spider-Man” and my own version of an African dance.  I knew some of the kids I didn’t know thought that I was weird (I know I am!) but I was having way more fun being myself than last nights version.  Some kids even joined me and cheered me on.

That night, I went back to my room on an adrenaline rush.  I was so happy.  It was around two in the morning and I couldn’t fall asleep at all.  I had so much fun and the best part was, that I was completely me.


Have you ever found yourself trying to be someone you weren’t only to have a miserable time?