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This is the story about a girl who's life is truly splendid. This is my past, my present, my future. It's my platform, my outlet, my comfort. Herein you'll catch a glimpse of my uncut feelings, and how I graciously meet myself half way. Follow me & find out how I can make lemonade out of life's little lemons.
This is the story about a girl who's life is truly splendid. This is my past, my present, my future. It's my platform, my outlet, my comfort. Herein you'll catch a glimpse of my uncut feelings, and how I graciously meet myself half way. Follow me & find out how I can make lemonade out of life's little lemons.
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    5/23/12

    Tonight in class, one of the most interesting and compelling professors I’ve had in my MBA program, told me that he has a tumblr. huh, how progressive. Then I tells me he had such trouble with his first blog, he could barely write it… “it was like pulling teeth.” Then it hit me, this little flash of insight. I’m so grateful for my ability to write. I may not be able to solve the world’s problems, or find the return on investment of a company, but I can express myself with words.

    I’ll admit I’ve been spending a lot of time lately thinking about the my future. I’m 31, I’m graduating with my second degree in August, I’m getting married in the fall. I have a lot to be thankful for, but the urge to do a lot more. I want to create, I want to write. I want to get off my keister and be an author. It’s natural, it’s special and it’s impactful.

    Now I get to convince myself it’s doable.

    • May 23, 2012 (10:58 pm)
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