I am 25 and in love with my life.
I have always been a dreamer. Poetry, writing, painting, anything musical or artistic of any kind, that’s my jam, homie! I live for arts and crafts and I have more hobbies than I have time for. I’m pretty sure I have enough markers/glue sticks/crayons to supply half of an elementary school. But seriously. That’s not a joke.
I’ve always been the kind of person who loves to love. I try to give out happiness as if it were a condom at your local Planned Parenthood. I’m not shy and I never have been; believe me if you were to sit beside me on a quiet bus, I’d wear you down by the end and you WOULD be talking to me. Ask my shy table mate in my 12th grade Geology class. We’re buds, at least I think so.
I have decided that life is messy. Plain and simple. But I’m determined to take the leap and prepare for the glorious fall that life has in store for me. I’ve given birth to a beautiful baby boy and I’m in the midst of muddling through his first year of life with my husband. We’re both running on zero sleep, lots of coffee, and the tiny moments we’re able to find peace.
One day, we’ll get more sleep, but that’ll mean our son has grown.
Life is bittersweet, isn’t it?