The (NOT SO) Skinny Girl

I swear to you... over the past few days/weeks I have come up with like a BILLION great blog ideas. But they come in, they sound good, and then I have no idea where they go. But they're gone... like the wind ;) I have definitely not been above shooting myself a text message when I hear a song I really like and want to download later. (ask me how many I have actually downloaded...[0]...) I text my husband random things to remind me later. If he reminds me, I have no idea what he is talking about. Cest La Vie So for now, I will try and remember, I will try and document, and I will try to keep coming up with things to make you smile about or rant about or shake your damn head about. *cheers*

We soothe ourselves and distract ourselves and, if we can’t even face the demons inside our own brain, how can we be expected to stick something out, to love someone even when it’s not easy to love them? We bail. We leave. We see a limitless world in a way that no generation before us has seen. We can open up a new tab, look at pictures of Portugal, pull out a Visa, and book a plane ticket. We don’t do this, but we CAN. The point is  that we know we can, even if we don’t have the resources to do so. There are always other tantalizing options. Open up Instagram, Facebook, SnapChat and see the lives of others, the life we could have. The life that just looks so much more glamorous, vibrant (thanks, filters), and exciting than ours. See the places we’re not traveling to. See the lives we’re not living. See the people we’re not dating. We bombard ourselves with stimuli, input, input, input, and we wonder why we’re miserable. We wonder why we’re dissatisfied. ...