All They’re Ever Gonna Be Is…

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I have sort of a love/hate relationship with Taylor Swift.

I, for the most part, enjoy her music, however, I disagree with her dating practices.

Today, though, it’s mostly a love relationship.

I have had a rough couple of weeks, and today, on my way back to campus from getting gas before the weather gets insane, one of my old favorites came on, “Mean.”

“Someday I’ll be living in a big old city, and all your ever gonna be is mean.”

LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE.

I have had people yell at me in a class in high school because I quietly questioned their beliefs.

But all they’re ever going to be is mean.

I have had boys keep on pushing for dates, and get kind of crazy about it when I say no.

All they’re ever going to be is mean.

I have an evil stepmother that says horrible, cruel things about me behind my back and when she doesn’t think I’m listening and then tries to be nice to my face.

All she is EVER going to be is mean.

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This is my new mantra for when I’m feeling down or unsuccessful.

Sometimes it feels like those who “hate” on us have it all together.  They’re the ones with the fancy cars, shoes, clothes, phones, whatever.

But they don’t.

No one does.

We’re all just trying to do our best in this crazy world.

So this week, I’m trying to remember that in ten years, the one’s who were mean, will be just that, mean.

And I’ll be on my way to my dream life.

Wishing you all a “big old city” kind of life.

–aub–

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This New Year Stuff

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DISCLAIMER: This post is not as depressing as it will seem in the beginning.

Happy new year, y’all! I hope you all had a great start to 2014!

I’m gonna be honest, in most ways, 2013 kind of sucked.

I lost my grandmother, cousin, and dad, and one of my close friends Battled (capitalized on purpose) a seemingly impossible fight.

However, I also gained two new cousins, a niece, and a WHOLE HECK OF A LOT of friends. And my friend that Battled is slowly but surely winning!  I know that all those I’ve lost are happy that I have such joy in the midst of missing them.

My first semester of college was not my favorite.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE Wesleyan, the difficulty was all because of my self.

I’m weird, while everyone else picks their word of the year at the beginning of a new year, I reflect at the end and name it then.

2013 was definitely a year of ~independence~

I started 2013 as an independent single lady with a kick-butt family.
And I ended it the same way.

I have learned a lot about myself.

I know that I can survive living by myself.

I can drive on the INTERSTATE. (y’all don’t know how big of a deal this was)

I can (mostly) hold myself together in front of my ex-evil stepmother.

I can hang out with my mom, see Disney movies, and play Legos with my siblings, and have friends that don’t judge me.

I can handle a LOT of hard stuff.

And survive.

I think that’s why I’m so excited for this year.

Something great is going to happen, I can feel it.

The last time I felt this way was right before I turned nine. I knew it was going to be the greatest year ever, and it was. I got a baby sister!

So here we are, nine years later, that baby sister isn’t a baby anymore, and I have the same feeling.

I have some of the  most hilarious professors on campus.

I have the best friends in the entire world.

I have a family that will do absolutely anything for me.

I’m determined to enjoy 2014 as much as I possibly can.

So when I’m bogged down with STUNT stress, homework, and family commitments, I’m going to take a step back and be thankful for what I do have, and what those who have gone before me did for me to get me where I am.

I’m already thinking that my goal for 2014 is confidence. In who I am and in everything I do.

So even though we are already almost ten days into the year, I’m wishing you the most fabulous of 2014s.

Let’s get this thing started!

–aub–