"Im so sensitive to negativity these days. I still trip out when I hear people complaining or calling people out on shit, or being aggressive or straight up mean. I always think to myself, “Is that really necessary? Is anything good really going to come out of that? That is the nature of being human I supposed. I have been guilty to this behavior too, trust me, I am no saint. But as I grow older, I just imagine this world to be a more peaceful place, where we all work together. Where we actually communicate. Where we treat each other like family, like human beings, with real feelings, with real hearts. Where we just let people be." -T.P.
Blogging about my daily life is just that---a string of pangs about this chunk of time. It is not meant to be some grand overarching commentary. I'm not looking to get 100 comments or reposts or the like. It's just meant to bookmark it all, keep friends and family up to speed, and have an outlet for all that flutters in this mind of mine. The mundane with the exciting. Because in doing so, I'm forming my own britannica for my children to read and pass along. And...perhaps it's silly to some post pregnancy cravings or how crisp an apple tastes to me at 15 weeks along, but in a tiny way those ramblings add to the volume I'm writing. The one of my 29th year. The pages I'll turn to when I look at my firstborn and think about our 24-7 New York City life way back when. How it went from nights out til the wee hours of the morning...to choosing milk over cocktails. I'll want to remember it all :)
Sidenote: Poking fun is really unattractive and smells like frat floor.