yearbook one

Recently, I spent the months of August, September, and a fraction of October in a lovely little town in Utah called Ogden. This is probably the first and last time you'll ever hear of Ogden as it is very small and typically outshone by its siblings Park City and Salt Lake City. I knew approximately zero people in Ogden except for the nine others that made the journey with me, and boy oh boy do birds of a feather flock together. There is nothing quite like being in a city with very little to do where you know zero people to make you instantly bond with those in the same situation. 

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a note about coffee

Anyone who knows me even slightly well or has spent time with me for more than a couple hours knows that I have an inexplicable, undying love for coffee. It has gotten to the point where I am not even a coffee snob. I will take anything that was once in coffee bean form and is now a steaming cup/mug/thermos full of dark, rich, liquid energy. 

I love coffee. 

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TWENTY BY TWENTY | 2. remember the past, but don't dwell on it

Since middle school, adults have always told us to "live in the moment." They were all "these are the best years of your life!!!" and made sure we felt guilty for wasting even a millisecond of it. There's nothing inherently wrong with "living in the moment." The problem lies in prolonging the moment to such an extent that it becomes living in the past. Living in the past is a really attractive option, especially when we tend to romanticize the past and fear the future. The past is comfortable because we know everything about it and the future is terrifying because we have no clue what it holds. And while being comfortable is safer and entering the unknown is scary, the latter is definitely more exciting and rewarding. I have a story to prove it. 

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hashtag sponsored

I don't ever want to make this blog about being someone that I'm not. I want to let you in on parts of my life you may not know about. That's a big part of why I decided to start this blog. I think the notion that people who are on television are an entirely different breed of humans that are inaccessible and untouchable is quite ridiculous. 

Something I want to make sure I do every once in a while is to break down the wall of exactly how we want to portray ourselves to the world that stands between the internet and really getting to know each other. I want to be real with you guys. Think of this like that "Stars Are Just Like Us!" section in magazines where there are pictures of famous people doing things that literally every human on earth does (Justin Timberlake walks on concrete sidewalks too!!?!!!! Who would've guessed!!!??!!?) To be extremely clear, I am in no way calling myself a "star" or "famous," but simply saying that I recognize that I live a life that is somewhat different from most 20-year-olds. And for whatever reason, people think that it makes me completely different altogether from most 20-year-olds. It does not. 

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attitude of gratitude

I think it's pretty safe to assume that anyone from the south who grew up in a big family that had a semblance of a religious background grew up watching Veggie Tales. This includes yours truly. "Where Is My Hairbrush?" was my Kindergarten anthem and I think we're all lying if we claim we didn't get down to "God is Bigger Than the Boogie Man," and have at least a little bit of a crush on that one studly asparagus. 

One of the most memorable episodes, in my opinion, is the Madame Blueberry one that ends in the song I've had memorized since I was four years old--The Thankfulness Song.

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