Today for the challenge, I’m sharing a piece of advice.

Honestly, the best advice I’ve ever heard:

“Never regret anything, because at the time it was exactly what you wanted.”

My brother always jokes about that ever popular phrase, “yolo,” you only live once. Before he does anything, “should I shower first?” he’ll look at us and shrug, “yolo.”

Really though, how many times have you looked back and gone “gosh, if only” or my mom’s favorite, “shoulda, woulda, coulda.”

I never thought I’d be one of those people, the ones who regret a past decision and then suddenly blame that one choice for all the other mistakes in their life. I loved everything about my life and I was fully aware of the stupid mistakes I’d previously made but I didn’t care, it was all about the yolo. Then one day it caught me. That regret bug; like a disease.

I woke up one day and it was no longer right. Suddenly, years later, I was wishing I’d taken harder classes in high school or chosen a different major or turned down that job. Things gone and past. Why was I so caught up in it? It was hard to accept it at first but I reminded myself over and over and over that I’d made those choices because they were the best at that time. I wanted to do what I did at that time. I shouldn’t be going back, second-guessing myself. Hoping and wishing. It’s all hindsight anyways, right?

So please take my advice.


Today is ‘the things I’m most afraid of’ in the everyday in may challenge.

If you would have asked me 10 years ago what I’m the most afraid of I would’ve said, “becoming a paraplegic.” But, now my family knows what to do if that happens so it’s no longer a fear.

I think the next scariest thing would be losing a limb. I mean, it’s something that scares me, the idea of it happening, but honestly it doesn’t scare me enough never to do this, this, or this again.

I’m scared of crocodiles, sure, and sharks, no doubt, but I don’t go prancing around safaris and sketchy looking lakes or jumping off fisherman’s boats so they’re not really prevalent fears.

Next I browse through the categories of losing loved ones, getting into a car accident, contracting cancer but if I worried about how “scared” I was about these all the time I’d turn into What About Bob? and we all know how loony that guy is.

Maybe I’m just not a big scaredy-pants. I’m reminded of that quote “Nothing to fear, but fear itself.” Jumping off a 30 ft cliff is scary as pants but I still do it because the feeling of being scared is what’s so amazing. I love the feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you’re plummeting down a roller coaster, free falling out of an airplane, or even sailing just above the ground in a Cessna. It’s all about the thrill and that thrill is amazing.

I’m scared of the dark and ghosts and mythical men dressed in black sneaking into the bathroom while I’m soaping my face and can’t keep watch but I know that it’s all in my mind. It can’t hold me back. I can’t let it. My face would be awfully dirty otherwise.

I go through each day taking it step by step. Looking both ways before I cross the street, washing my hands after being in a public place, obeying the speed limit, wearing a life jacket, and staying behind the red tape when I know it’s for the best. But I don’t let it worry me. I don’t let it hold me back. I don’t let it stop me from living.


This is Day 6 of the Series: Blog Everyday in May

“If you couldn’t answer with your job, how would you answer the question ‘what do you do?'”

What do I do

I wake up each day hoping it’s better than the last.
I make plans; I get things done. 

I am a wife. I cook and clean. I organize and make the bed. I buy groceries and run errands. I listen to my husband recount his day. I ask him for advice. I give him space when he needs it, a warm body to cuddle with. I compliment him, encourage him, thank him when he takes out the trash, fixes up the car, and trims the yard.

I am a mother. I take Mr. Gooch outside for breaks and nice, long walks. I clean up after him if he gets sick or has an accident. I feed him tidbits off my plate and fill his water dish.. I scratch his belly and massage his neck. I schedule hair cuts and give him baths. 

I am a woman. I do my hair and apply makeup in the morning. I go shopping and get my nails done. I update my wardrobe and wear heels. I dress up in skirts and dresses. I exercise and eat right.

I am a person. I take pictures. I read books. I tutor. I laugh with friends and spend time with family. I work full-time. I plan vacations. I find new restaurants, enjoy date nights. I rest and watch movies. I take drives and enjoy the views. I buy smoothies and make lunch dates. I learn something new every day. I take risks and set goals.

I get older with each passing minute and I remind myself to live.


Dear AJ: 
It started when I sat by you that one day in Church.
Three long weeks before I could even work up the nerve. 
You said I had the biggest, bluest eyes you’d ever seen. 
We shared a million stories because I was a pilot just like you.
We rode a train and saw that silly comedy show.
It was so slippery I held onto your arm and you hoped I already liked you.
We sat and spun my ring across the kitchen counter.
Even when you kept standing up and I thought you wanted to leave,
We just stayed there and talked for hours.
By the time you left I wasn’t sure if I’d see you again. 
But you called the next day and I knew right then,
that was when our story began.

To me this quote is the knowledge that we can still become the best person we strive to be. Despite the mistakes we’ve endured, in spite of the regrets we have, regardless of the choices we’ve made we can overcome them, forgive and forget, and become the best person we can.