A story of sadness, redemption, and hope.

Hello my loves. I know its Saturday and it should be totally fun but I think its time that I actually talk about what happened to me 4 weeks ago today that caused me to write this post on change and this post on plans. If you haven't read those I would suggest you do that now before you read this one. So you done reading those? Awesome! This post is not going to be anything fancy or geared towards you guys specifically. I am just letting go and writing today. This is me documenting a major event. Also let me just say that as a disclaimer, this post is not meant to be hateful or to cast blame on anyone or to make anyone feel bad. This blog is my safe place and I have a right to put whatever I want on here. Again, this post is not meant to be hateful. Okay enough of that. Let's hop to it.

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Women have this extra sense that I believe we receive at birth. It takes a while however to realize exactly what it does so before we realize we have it ourselves, we call it the mommy sense. Its when you have this nagging feeling all the time about a certain thing that you just know isn't right. Like something is seriously wrong. It's not just this natural sense though, I truly believe God gave this sense to women specifically for a reason. I haven't quote figured out its specific purpose but I'm sure when I have kids one day, I'll understand more.

For a while I had been having this nagging sense in my heart and head concerning my relationship. Like that feeling when you know something isn't right. Very few people knew that I was feeling this way. In fact, the only people who knew were Kenz and my good friend Michelle. So my significant other didn't even know what was going on in my head. I just figured that everything would be okay. Though I told myself that over and over I never actually truly believed it.

The feeling never really stopped. Never really went away. But now I can put a name to that feeling. I know what that feeling is. Its the feeling you get when you think you are about to get broken up with. It was getting harder and harder to get up each day. I was so exhausted. It felt like I could never get enough sleep. I was working so hard. I was tired of being tired. I was tired of being sad. I was so drained physically, emotionally, mentally, and even spiritually. But even so I still kept telling myself everything will be fine. I truly believed that. Or at least I thought that's what I believed. Deep down I knew the truth. 

So 4 weeks ago today I reentered the world of singleness. I was devastated. My whole world had come crashing down in the blink of an eye. I was single. Single for the first time in over a year and a half and I didn't know what to do. I called the one person you always call as soon as something like this happens. My mom. I called my mom. Of course I was still sobbing but eventually I was able to utter the words telling her I was now single. And like a great mother and woman of God does she offered to come to Boone to be with me. And of course I said yes. I mean who doesn't want their mom after something like that happens.

I woke up Kenz and I cried on her bed next to her for a long time. My mom and sister arrived a few hours later and by that point, most of the tears were gone. They left later that afternoon and then Kenz and I had a movie marathon. What movie? We started the Harry Potter series because that's the best thing to watch after a breakup. Obviously.

That Saturday was the last time I cried over that relationship. I haven't thought about him much either and that's not to say I don't care about him or how he's doing. Its just that I knew for a long time that it was coming. I had been expecting it. Because of that I was able to move on faster. I still wish him the best in all he does. We were growing as individuals but were no longer growing together in the same direction. It happens. There is nothing wrong with that and its okay to admit that maybe we weren't right for each other in the first place.

I have learned so much from this whole situation. I learned what I do and don't want in a lifelong mate. I learned a lot about myself and about who God wants me to be. Though I was sad and still sad at times, I am so thankful for all of the good memories we shared together. I believe that God redeemed me in this experience. He showed me so many things and I can't wait to share all of those things with you. Here is a quote I found a few days after the breakup on Pinterest. It is so true. I am exactly like this

Here are some things that I learned that I think every woman and man should know. I believe these are things that everyone should remind themselves of, including me, so as to never lose sight of who you are.

If you can't be totally open and honest about what you're feeling in a relationship, its probably time to remove yourself from the relationship. I should have been talking to him about what I was feeling back in May when it started. But I was so scared he'd be mad or would break up with on the spot that I just kept it to myself. That's a no-no. ALWAYS be open and honest.

Never ignore the red flags. Ya know those things that your family or friends say 'whoa that's not okay' or 'hey I don't think that's a good thing' about. Pay attention to those things. They aren't saying it to hurt you or make you mad, they are protecting you and trying to make you look at the relationship and specific situation as a whole. Not just from your perspective but as if you were an outsider looking in on what's happening. It can save you a lot of heartache.

Never compromise who you are. This one is harder for the women than it is for the bros. Why? Because we are emotional creatures and because of that we tend to want to always please. It is also in our nature to be submissive to men. However it is so incredibly important to be submissive but to never EVER lose who you are. I know I am not alone in saying that I struggle with this. When I love, I love really hard which sometimes means I am willing to give up and give in to things way more than the guy is. I know I need to learn how to balance it out. You can be submissive and still be independent. 

The Lord is never wrong. NEVER. Let me say it one more time. The Lord is NEVER wrong. Like ever. He created everything, how could He ever be wrong? He knows what's best and I can promise you that His plans for you are way better than anything you could EVER come up with. Also, His love story for you is so much more beautiful than anything you could ever dream of. Wait on the Lord. He knows when you are ready for a lifelong commitment. Hide yourself in Him and the right man will find you there in God's time. 

I have so much hope in the the future and I can truly say that my hope comes my Heavenly Father. I have hope because I know He holds my future and it is great. My focus is no longer on the Earthly but on the Heavenly. It's time for me to find myself in God again. Let go and let God.

This has been the most difficult post for me to write thus far. I wanted it to sound right and make sense but also not be spiteful or show anger. I have no anger and I am truly happy. I have only had one moment in the past 4 weeks that I had a hard time being single, but other than that I have been great. I am excited to see where God takes me. I want to say thank you to the people that have been there for me throughout this whole thing. You know who you are. I love each and everyone of you. I am so blessed to know you!

Now I'm gonna enjoy my relaxing weekend at the beach. I can't wait to recap it for you on Tuesday! Follow me on Instagram and Twitter to keep up with all the things I'm doing while down in Dirty Myrtle. 

All my love, Carly ♥

Story Time

HAPPY FREAKING FRIDAY FRIENDS! Are you glad its Friday? Cause I know I sure am. I will be heading down to the beach today for a weekend of awesomeness! I'm so excited. Today I am going to tell you guys a funny story. I want to make you guys laugh today, since tomorrow will be another serious post. But who cares about that right now because right now I want to make you laugh.

So if you miss the last story I told about my first college party you can read that here though it isn't required. Today I want to tell you about the time I got hit in the face during a volleyball match.

So I started playing volleyball when I was in seventh grade. I didn't make my middle school team when I tried out but the coach said I had talent and to try and join a recreational team of some kind to get more practice. So that's what I did. I tried out for the Junior Olympic team and made it. So that started my love of volleyball. I played Junior Olympic ball from 7th grade until sophomore year in high school. I also played for my school from 8th grade until my senior year.

I played a setter for all of my school volleyball career and most of my JO career except for one year when I played the libero which is the defensive specialist. I have to admit libero was fun but I didn't like that I couldn't stay in at all times. I know. Spoiled brat. Oh well. Get over it.

So let's talk about my senior year playing school ball. It's one of the first scrimmages of the season. We are away at Western Guilford (I'll never forget it y'all). So the game had just started. I'm on the back row ready to receive the serve from the other team. I'm down and ready. I swear I blink and then BAM! That ball hits me square in the freaking face. I drop to the floor and roll off the court so my teammates can continue to play off my face. I know, I know. That's probably the weirdest thing you've ever heard but I'm serious. You never quit playing. So they actually win the point and then all 5 of my teammates who are actually on the court come to side asking if I'm okay. Clearly we call for a timeout and make sure nothing is broken. Which of course it isn't. Serves to the face don't usually hurt unless you have a killer arm. So really it just shocked me.

However the next time it happened was a totally different story. The next time was actually at a conference game, meaning it was really important. So we are at an away game at Southern Guilford where one of my old JO teammates, let's call her Jen, goes  to school and plays volleyball there as well. Now let me just say that I played with this girl for like 2 years. I know her strengths and I know how she plays. So I'm on the front row closest to the bench. So Jen goes up to spike the ball and as soon as she starts to swing I know something is wrong. She isn't going to be hitting it in the center of the ball. Oh no, she's about to hit it more towards one side. So immediately I back up a little more towards the bench. But it's too late. She makes contact and that ball comes flying at my face at a speed of probably 25 mph or more. I mean this girl knows how to hit a ball. This ball hits my face, specifically my nose, so freaking hard, it knocks me on my butt and sends me flying into my bench.  Like literally I look up and see my coaches face. My teammates were so stunned they had stopped playing. And the worst part? If my face hadn't been in the way, the ball would have been out of bounds.

So I'm staring up at my couch when the pain hits. It's like a shooting pain and I immediately get a headache. Of course though, being the intense, competitive person I am I just start asking if I can go back in and play. Coach says no and the other team's athletic trainer is checking out my nose. Thankfully it wasn't broken. We lost the game and it was sad. I had a headache off and on for the next few days. It was also a little swollen and bruised for the next few days.

Here's the hilarious part. In a paper the next day (I can't remember what paper it was) on the front page of the sports section is a picture of Jen in the air about to hit that ball in my face. The caption? Something to the effect of "Jen preparing to spike a ball at the other team and injuring a player." Like seriously? Sit down with that. I was not injured. I was momentarily unable to play. Jen apologized profusely for like 4 days but I was never mad at her and of course I forgave her.

Looking back now, it is absolutely hilarious. I wish someone had a video of the whole thing. My coach was laughing like 2 minutes after it happened. Ah, memories. Here are a few pictures from my senior year volleyball career. There aren't many but whatever. Enjoy!

Oh dear those bangs. 

Senior night. I still have that poster. All my girls signed it. *tear* Miss it so much!

Make sure you follow me on Twitter and Instagram to keep up with all my shenanigans at the beach this weekend!

All my love, Carly ♥

Tell me about it, stud.

The fact that I am even able to sit down and write a few posts on this Wednesday night for the remainder of this week is mind blowing for me. I have missed this so much and I feel like I owe you guys a bunch of posts so that's what I'm going to try and do!! Thank you guys for always understanding that life happens and I can't always get to my little home on the interwebz but I will always come back to you. I promise. Now on to the actual post!

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Happy Thursday loves! I am so glad that tomorrow is FRIDAY, cause that means I will be heading down to good ole Dirty Myrtle for some fun in the sun with my favorite women! But that's not the point of this here post! you will get a recap post on Monday! Today I want to tell you about what I did this past weekend. If you follow me on Instagram and/or Twitter then you might have a few ideas as to what I'm about to talk about. 

So like, one of my all-time favorite movie musicals is Grease. I mean I LOVE it. I fell IN LOVE with John Travolta after this movie. No joke. I've been a die hard Travolta fan ever since. I mean like look at this face, how could you not fall in love with this face?

Like wow. Oh my gosh. Excuse me while I fangirl for a minute...okay I'm done. Moving on. So not only do I LOVE this movie but so does my mother, my sister, and my boo Jordan. So obviously when we heard that they were doing a GREASE OUTDOOR SING ALONG in Cary we were all over that like flies at a picnic. We bought are tickets in the beginning of summer and anxiously awaited the night that we could relish in the awesomeness of this fantastic movie!

Here's the best part of this whole thing. They strongly encourage you to dress up as characters from the movie and by golly that's exactly what we did! This was an amazing experience and so freaking fun! I hope to do it again and maybe even do it with The Sound of Music or maybe Rock of Ages. Who knows? Enjoy these pictures!

All my love, Carly ♥

My first week as a senior

This is going to be an information mostly post. I know I promised to write about something deeper going on in my life today but I didn't get a chance to blog at all this week like I thought I would, so you will just have to wait. It'll be worth it, I promise. So let's talk about this past week shall we?

Tuesday. I got up bright eyed and bushy tailed at 7:15 for my first day of college as a senior. First class of the day? Pedagogy of dance at 9:30. I'm sure most of you are wondering what that is. Well pedagogy mean the teaching of whatever comes after it. So this class is about me learning how to teach the art I love. Y'all, I am so excited about this class. I will come out of this class with so much experience in teaching to put on my resume. I am really going to love this class. I can feel it. So the second and last class of the day? Accelerated beginning Spanish. It's not as terrifying as it sounds. I'm just trying to finish my foreign language requirement as fast as possible. I have Spanish everyday of the week and it is always my second class. That's it for my Tuesdays and Thursdays school wise. Isn't that awesome? Yeah I think so too.

Wednesday. I got up not as early but still kinda early for my second day of classes. My first class on Monday, Wednesday and Friday is early dance history. I am so excited for this class. The professor for this class is awesome. So engaging and funny. Love it! Second class was Spanish. Third class that meets only on Mondays and Wednesdays is modern dance 2. I actually have this class with my advisor which is awesome. I'm looking forward to starting the actual dancing next week.

So there is basically my school life. I love all my classes and I know I made the right choice to switch my major. I have never felt so driven and happy and excited. I love it.

I also have amazing news! I got a job this week babysitting two little rugrats a couple days a week. The hours are pretty flexible so it hopefully won't be too hard to keep up with school. I'm excited to be making money by hanging out with some kiddies.

That's really all I have for this post. I really just can't believe my college career is basically almost over. It feels like I just started. It makes me sad in a way. I love this place. I don't want to leave. Best case scenario would be to graduate and get a job right here in Boone. But of course that's all up to God. I can't wait to see what He has in store for me because I know it is way better than anything I could plan for myself.

So with that, I'm done here. Have a great rest of your Saturday. I'll be back on Monday.

All the love,
Carly ♥

Wowzers.

Oh hey. Remember me? I sure hope so. I know it's been too long. Life has been ridiculous. If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram then you know that this past week and a half has been beyond crazy. I planned to write this particular post this past Friday but clearly that didn't happen. I'm writing this the night before it goes live because I have class at 9:30 but anyway onto the post. I'll talk about school later.

So I'm about to give you what I like to call "a surface life update". Let me explain. I'm just going to tell you what I've been up to. Nothing deep...yet. Just give you a feel for where I'm at. I'm sure you guys can't wait to know what's been going on deeper in my life, but you'll have to wait till at least Saturday. You'll survive. Promise

So let's go back to two Fridays ago. I went to the Blake Shelton Concert in Raleigh. It was awesome. I was like on the 5th or 6th row in the middle. There was a catwalk out into the audience so I could have touched him. Twas utterly amazing. Easton Corbin and Jana Kramer opened for him. Easton touched me. I about died. Excuse me while I fangirl. He is just so cute! Here are a few pictures:

Jana Kramer. Only picture I could get. She was fast haha

Easton Corbin. He's so cute y'all. 

Isn't he a cutie too? All these pictures were taken with my phone. Whoop!

Saturday. My sister, my mom, and I went down to SC to see a family friend, Laura, who is basically another sister to me. She's pregnant with her firstborn and we haven't seen her since last summer. I am so excited to meet my little nephew. Isn't she beautiful? Can't even tell she's preggers. I hope I look like that. I got to touch her belly, clearly! And man did little Josiah kick my hand. So amazing.

Sunday after we went to church with Laura and her hubby, we went to Charlotte to see the Broadway musical version of The Lion King. Oh my goodness guys. It was so good. It was amazing to see the characters come to life. Seriously take your children or just go yourself. You won't be disappointed. Sadly I have no pictures. After the show we drove back to good ol' Browns Summit and I went straight to sleep.

Monday I slept in. But since I had been getting up early all summer, sleeping in for me is now sleeping till like 9:30. I had to go to the doctor...again. I went to the regular doctor to get this freckle/mole thing removed on my arm. Yay. Not. It didn't hurt though. So then that evening mom and I went to a bridal shower for a girl from our church at my old job. It was super fun and I got to see people I hadn't seen in like a year. After that, mom and I went to dinner with a few people from church. It was so good. I forgot to take a picture. But I really wish I had because it was my last real meal for about a month.

Tuesday. 8am. Dentist office. I said goodbye to my wisdom...teeth. I only had two on the bottom. They were partially erupted so they just numbed the crap outta me. I was awake while they removed them. I cannot begin to describe to you the experience. It was so weird. I don't even want to think about it. I only took the pain meds they gave me the day of the surgery. After that I didn't really need them. So that was a plus!

The next day, I got sick from the numbing medicine. Great. I could barely eat. Thursday was better but my jaw hurt some. Friday I drove back to Boone to get some things ready for school. Saturday I hung out with some friends at their new apartment.

Shenanigans. We are silly.

Sunday I had to drive back home for another doctor's appointment. This is wear it got bad again. Monday morning I had a doctors appointment that went great. But then at 11:30, I had another appointment with the regular doctor. The result had come back for my mole. It was sever atypia. Pre cancerous. But they wanted more of a sample. Aca-scuse me? They went wider and deeper this time. I now have 4 stitches in my right upper arm. Talk about unattractive. They also scraped off a similar mole on my tummy.

So basically it has been a rough week and a half. I'll be on soft foods till September and I'll have my stitches removed next Thursday. Here's a fun fact: I've never had stitches before. So that's cool.

Okay well pray for a good first day of school! I'll tell you all about it when I can. Follow me on Twitter and Instagram to keep up with how my first day is going!

All the love,
Carly ♥

Happy Hump Day

So yesterday's post was kind of heavy and because of that I want today to be a lot lighter. It is hump day, after all! Today I'm going to tell you about some of my quirks. No need to try and explain what I mean. You're about to find out. Let's get started shall we?

Toilet Paper. Now hold on. Don't freak out. Let me explain. It irks me to no end if the toilet paper is coming off the roll the wrong way. Like I can't use the toilet if the TP isn't on there right. I share a bathroom here in Boonetopia with one of my roommates. Now it doesn't bother her if the TP isn't on there the right way, because she's more concerned with actually having the TP. You know, like normal people. But nope, not I. I can't do anything without the TP being right. You're probably wondering by now what the right way is. Let me show direct your attention to the picture below:

Can I get an amen? *AMEN* Thanks.

Commercial Jingles. This one is like ridiculous. I used to watch a butt ton of regular TV. Like pre-Netflix. Which meant commercials. Most people hate commercials, like my sister. But not me. I love them. Mostly because I LOVE THE JINGLES! And I have this weird knack for learning a jingle and remembering it for forever by the end of the commercial. Phone numbers and all. In fact, last time I was home we were at church and my dad asked me to sing the jingle for Empire Carpets (I think that's right) for our family friend and I did. It was flawless. Go me. But seriously. I love the jingles. Weirdo? Yes, I am.

Noises. You can ask Kenz, my family, and basically any of my friends who have known me for a long time or spent a lot of time with me, I make the weirdest noises. Some I know I'm making, others I have to be told. My noises are strange and most of the time, I can't recreate them. It's weird. I guess it doesn't sound to weird but it really is. Maybe one day, I'll just record my self all the time then edit it to where it is just my noises. Then you will understand. Maybe. But probably not. Kenz still doesn't understand. She just loves me through it.

Ugly Faces. I make the worst faces. On purpose. It's like an art form really. Every time me and my sister get together we attempt like 3 good pictures where we are smiling and stuff. Then once that's done we move on to the ugly faces. We even give them themes. Like 'Smell a Fart Face' or 'Saw Something Terrifying". It's hilarious. I can guarantee that the majority of our pictures together, are ugly faces. But it doesn't stop there. SnapChat. Need I say more? Probably not, but I shall anyway! I make the most ugly faces on SnapChat and I don't care one bit. That's what it's for right? Yeah, I thought so. So take a gander at some ugly faces. You're welcome.

Nice and big so you can see it. But I promise we are beautiful. No seriously we are gorgeous. I promise.


Well that's all I have today, and I know its not much. I'm sure I'll find weirder things about me that I can blog about. I hope you noticed the changes to this here bloggy blog. More are coming. Make sure you follow me on Bloglovin' using the new blog URL. Also feel free to follow me on Twitter and Instagram to keep up with my daily shenanigans.

All the love,
Carly

Plans, Shmans.

Oh hey there blog. I actually started writing a post last night about my love for quotes but then this morning got up and decided I just wasn't going to write today. So you see blog, I was going to take a break today. I was going to sit around and read. But then last night, from about 11:00 p.m. to about 3:45 a.m., I started and finished an entire book. Yeah, I know. Crazy. But I've read other books faster. I once read a book in like 2 hours and remembered every detail. No joke. I'm kind of awesome.

Whoa. That was a large tangent. I almost forgot what I was talking about. So back to the point. I started the Above the Line series written by the one and only, amazing Karen Kingsbury. I mean seriously if you don't read her books you are surely missing out on a blessing. She writes Christian fiction novels that are so moving and captivating sometimes you think you are there watching the story firsthand.

The first book in the Above the Line series is called Take One. It follows Chase Ryan and Keith Ellison as the set out on a journey to change the world and bring people back to their families and to Christ through powerful movies. It also follows Keith's daughter, Andi, and her roomate Bailey Flanigan as they face college and try to find their way with the Lord.

This is not a book review. This is probably going to be a long post though and I'm about to stand up on my Christian box. I don't do that often because I am a firm believer in actions not words. But don't hear that wrong and think I am perfect or that I think I am perfect because neither are true.

I had a rough weekend and things are changing like I said yesterday. Somewhere along the way in the past year and a half I feel like I have lost little pieces of who I am. Not enough for most people to notice, but enough for me to feel a little off balance and like something was missing. At first I was resistant to these changes, and I was unable to face the hard truth that was staring me straight in my face. 

I had been meaning to read the Above the Line series ever since I finished the Bailey Flanigan series. The Above the Line series actually comes before the Bailey Flanigan series so obviously I'm doing it a little backwards, but hey, who cares? Right? No? Well poo on you. 

So anyway, I started this book last night like I said and I was instantly captivated. Kingsbury has such a gift. I felt like she wrote certain parts of this book just for me. You see, Chase and Keith had a plan. Well they thought they did. But God was going to and did show them that His plans far exceed theirs. If you know anything about me in real life, then you know I like to plan. I get it from my momma and I am not ashamed.

All my life I had this idea of how my life would go. I thought I'd go to school and get an amazing degree in something I loved, I would graduate, work at an amazing job that brought me great joy, get married to a man that loved me almost as much as the Lord, have three beautiful kids, and live this beautiful life. In that order. No seriously. That has always been my plan. And then I read this post by my good friend Hayley over at  A Beautiful Exchange the other day and realized how naive I really was.

Did I really think that the longer I told God my plan, the more likely it would come true? Did I honestly believe that my plan for my life was better than what my Lord had in store? More importantly did I really even think for a second that this was my life? Yes, yes I did. I thought all of these things were true. But when my happy little plans came to a crashing and terrifying halt, I realized that my plans were feeble and would always falter. 

This book brought that to light more than ever. I could feel God telling me the truth about my life through this story. It was so evident to me that I had been telling God, 'I got this. Just sit over there and see awesome I am.' Not once did I think that I should be sitting down and shutting the heck up and saying 'Hey God, what is it that you think I should be doing? What I am supposed to do with this life You gave me?' I never thought about how I was making God feel. Not until last night. Not until the Lord spoke to me through the words on the pages of this book. 

I'm going to share with you some things that I actually remembered to write down from the book that spoke to me.

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"'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'" -Jeremiah 29:11

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The bigger the mountain, the greater the view on the other side.

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P.U.S.H. : Pray Until Something Happens

Now obviously there a countless more things that I read last night that spoke to me but these three spoke to me enough that I wrote them down. The last two are really just things that I would love to have framed as reminders of how to live. But the first one, has always been special to me. It has always spoken to me in ways that I can't even begin to describe. And last night was no exception. 

I'm a planner but my God is the ultimate planner with the power to move mountains. It's needless to say that my plans are crappy. They are trivial, fleeting, and not what God has in store for my life. Being a planner is about being in control. And control is, in my opinion, the number one issue for Christians. We don't like to surrender fully. It's scary to give all control to God. I want to know what's going to happen so I can prepare. But God says not to worry about tomorrow because tomorrow will have enough troubles of its own and today's troubles are enough for today. That's Matthew 6:34 in case you were wondering. 

So what is my point today? My point is that my plans clearly suck. And though it terrifies me, I want to start giving my plans to God so that He can do what He does best. I am a tool for God to use and I want to shine bright in the dark world. I want to glorify the God who made me. It's time to start letting go of what's holding me back. I have a year and a half left in college. I want to make sure I am fully prepared for the world and for whatever God wants from me. 

So before I sign off, I ask of you, what are YOU holding on to? What do YOU need to let go? Find your knees and start there. 

This is my prayer for myself and for all of you this week

Change Is Here

Hey folks. To be honest there are a lot of things I could talk about today. For instance, I could tell you that while I was home I went to more doctor's appointments than anything else. And at those doctor's appointments, I had to schedule more appointments for next week. One of those appointments is to remove my wisdom teeth. I could also tell you how excited I am that these summer classes are over and about my struggle with turning in a final paper.

But you see guys, that's not what I want to tell you. Something happened to me this past weekend. If you follow me on twitter then you know what I am talking about. However, I am not ready to fully disclose what happened on here yet. But I promise you that I will as soon as I am ready.

I want to talk about change. That's a scary word isn't it? Change. Just think about what that words means. It can mean moving somewhere new or it can mean losing someone or something. I'm sure you guys could think of many more things that it could mean. But here's one truth that applies no matter what: change is always hard. Like always. You are never fully prepared for it to happen it just does.

My life is changing. My path is changing. This blog will also be changing. Over the next week you will see a new name, a new header, and other new things. This blog will have the same premise. It will be about my life. The good, the bad, and the ugly. It will be my safe haven, and a place to rest when the day is hard and long. It will be a creative outlet and a place to tell my story. I hope you will stick around and continue to be my faithful readers. Change is here guys. And I have to be honest and say that I am not as terrified as I thought I would be.

Speaking of change, a song lyric from one of my fav musicals comes to mind.

"Who can say if I have been changed for the better? But because I knew you, I have been changed for good."

If you can tell me the musical, the song name, and the original stars of the show, I will seriously be your best friend. 

So friends, be on the lookout for these changes. I truly appreciate you all.

I'm changing the name of this blog so you'll have to go follow the new one on Bloglovin' HERE

♥ Carly

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