Because of the Brave

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Happiest 4th of July!  This morning I woke up and jumped on Facebook (like everyones morning ritual) and read through all the patriotic posts of friends and family and I got to thinking how grateful I am for those that give their lives, or have given their lives to protect this country but I chose to title this blog "Because of the brave" because getting to where we are at has required a lot of bravery and still does.

So today I am thankful for the brave men and women who on a daily basis fight for their beliefs.  I am thankful for the people who are brave enough to break the mold and reach for the sky.  I am thankful for those who are brave enough to fight for their right to love and marry who they choose.  I am thankful for those who are brave enough to express who they are regardless of the discriminations they receive from the world.  Because while we live in the land of the free, it definitely isn't free from the judgmental.

 On a personal note, I have been struggling this weekend. I have felt very judged by someone close to me and while I am sure this person is hurting on the inside from past heartache and life experiences the cycle of pain continues.  At what point in our lives do we say enough is enough?  When do we stop judging the paths that others have chosen to take and accept the decisions they've made?  Doesn't life have so much more to offer us when we accept who we are and who others are as well? We do the best we can, we make mistakes and continue on the path we've chosen.  This is what it's all about. I will be brave and live my life with no regrets.

 #murica



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Nothing Fancy, Just Real

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Ok. Seriously. I can't believe I'm actually sitting here pretending to write a blog. Like I ACTUALLY know what's up. HAH. Let me make this crystal clear for you, dear reader.  I am not a blogger. I don't have a college degree in writing. I am not the smartest person on the planet. I am not going to act like I know it all (ok well maybe a little). I am not trying to offend or push my feelings or experiences onto anyone. I am not writing this to point fingers or pass judgement & I can promise that things may come off like that but I don't intend it to so I hope you read this with an open mind and a forgiving heart and participate! If you have suggestions or life experiences that you want to share with me or others on this blog, DO IT!

 The biggest reason I am writing right now is because I think this will be good for me, particularly because I am an introverted, anxious personality. Talking out loud to someone about my issues/fears/insecurities even things that make me happy or excited makes my anxiety worse in a way but I try to because I appreciate and value what other people think or feel themselves.  It brings a lot of things to the surface and I start to get overly emotional and I almost always cry which then brings on more anxiety because I overthink everything.  So here, as I am writing I am hoping that my thoughts and feelings, highs and lows can be translated into text that I can make sense of and process with more clarity.  Does that even make sense?  I just want whoever reads this to know that I am not writing this blog looking for pity, or attention.  I am doing it because I can. Because why the hell not?

 Even as I am writing this, I'm thinking "Ok seriously, don't you think you're being a little over dramatic, do you really have to put it out there on the internet?" No, I don't have to put it out there. And this may seriously back fire on me. But I am not a person to take risks or get out of their comfort zone so that is exactly what we are going to do. Right here, right now. Heads up : This blog won't JUST be about the bad things, but about the good things that I feel and the people in my life that make it just that much sweeter.  It won't be anything fancy, just real.

 To end my 'blog', today is my baby brothers birthday.  Growing up, he was always kind of a tough kid. He had that big ginger personality that make him a bit of a wild card child. I could look at him wrong and he would just come apart in a full fledge melt down that usually ended with one of us choking or holding the other down till we cried or my mom interviened. Because we are only 16 months apart, we fought like crazy and I'm sure for many years my mom was tempted to drop us off in the desert. But amidst all the craze, my brother was my closest friend. Happy Birthday! We are getting old!

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