Awkwardly Autumn

Over the past couple weeks a certain thought has made its way into my mind time and time again. I keep thinking about success and what the measure of success looks like. I believe the common picture of success looks like someone who has achieved the peak of the American Dream. Someone who has just gotten a great promotion and is making a boat load of money. This person most likely has a home that may be too big for their family, but they want it any way because it showcases their wealth. They probably drive a fancy car that they wash way too often and drive down the street to the mail box just for a chance to show it off. In my life I have always caught myself aspiring to be like these showcasers with a showcasing mentality. Due to TV standards I always thought that that was the picture I needed to achieve in order to be seen as successful. As I have grown up and have joined the work force I have learned some things about myself and what my true measure of success looks like. Let me pa

Twenty- Seventeen was a crazy year. There were so many hard, crazy and confusing events last year that have left me looking back and trying to make sense of everything. It almost seems as if the whole year had been a blur, I am sure I am not the only one that thinks that. 2017 was a rollercoaster. When the year started I was in Arizona having the time of my life. I was having so much fun adventuring and experiencing new places and cultures. While I was away having the time of my life though, on the scale of how life usually goes, some people close to me had passed away. One of the most caring, kind and uplifting friends I have had in my life was killed in a freak accident at work. I had seen him just a few months prior and I will never forget the meaning and truth behind our last conversation. I probably would have said a lot more had I known it would be our last. But, that's how it goes I think. I think there's a saying that when things get difficult, they come in threes? Well