The year is coming to an end. So I figured why not share the most popular posts and why I love them. Sort of a wrap up, if you will.
If this is your first time here, welcome aboard, train wreck. Glad to have you here. If this isn’t your first time here, I’m still glad to have you. Please like, comment, share, and subscribe. My goal is to have five hundred subscribers by the end of the year. I think we can make that happen.
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I write about a lot of things. Books. Kids. Parenting. Mental health. And life in general. I try to make people laugh but in the end I try to help people not feel alone. Like, whatever situation you’re going through, I get it. I hope I succeed.
I’ve noticed this is very popular on Pinterest. And I get why. I said the things every mother/caretaker has thought and felt. Being responsible for everyone and everything is exhausting. But there’s this weird taboo about speaking up. So, I did it for everyone who coudn’t.
This is my other super popular on Pinterest post. Listen. Here’s the thing. It wasn’t until recently that I realize I have attention and sensory processing issues. So, when I saw that picture, I had to share it and my thoughts. Gen X was raised in the shadow of June Cleaver and Donna Reed. Always attentive. Ignores her own needs. But, we can’t live like that. We can’t do that. We are tired of ignoring ourselves and making ourselves small and invisible for others. Take a breath. Take a moment. Get back to almost functional. It’s ok.
I hate these things so much. I haven’t seen one in the two years since we’ve moved. But they are dreadful. I haven’t met anyone who didn’t hate these things.
Ah, yes. My declaration of I’m ok with how I look. A lot of people don’t know that I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my hair. I’ve fought with. Curled. Straightened. Dyed. I even lost it when I was seven. So, my hair is a particular point of contention for me. Most of my life has been spent hearing someone tell me to brush my hair. But it’s like, I can bash my hair and that’s ok. When someone else does it, hold my coffee.
Oh hey, PTSD my old friend. Yeah. I was just talking about this with my boss. I literally hate that I’ve ben free of my abuser for almost ten years and still can’t function like a normal person.
It’s hard to smile through the rough parts. I’m looking at you 2020. And 2021. And it’s ok to be down. Just don’t let it swallow you.
So, there you have them. I actually enjoyed going back through these. It lets me appreciate how far I’ve come in life, mentally and professionally. My blog looks different. And so do I. Again, if you like what I post, please like, comment, share, and subscribe. Please consider donating to help keep this going. $1 and I’ll ask you what your favorite book is so we can talk about it. $5 and I’ll write a review of a book you suggest. $10 and I’ll write a blog suggested by you. If you read any of the posts listed, please let me know what you thought of it. That’s all I’ve got for today, train wrecks. All aboard.
To help you get through your TBR, I’m including a printable bookmark. Just print it on cardstock. You can laminate it, it you like. Hope you enjoy.
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