Last weekend my nana walked up to my boyfriend, pulled a diamond out of her pocket, handed it to him and said, “You didn’t believe me when I said she’s an all in one package did you?” That woman is anything but subtle.
I just had a full on meltdown that I can’t leave my air conditioned job that I love, to sweat my ass off with my dad in the hay field for two days. Growing up and leaving home is hard, and weird.
In July of 2019 I was asking God to help pick me and my heart off the ground, and today, even though I tried not to listen, I’m celebrating a year with the person who he sent to do it. It’s all in His timing.
Not being able to go to your mom and hug her while she’s crying after loosing family is a heartache I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
If the “protections” we have in place are really the best we’ve got, I have no faith left.
19 years ago a set of police cadets with 2 months in the academy were dispatched alongside trained officers to rescue people from the towers and all of them responded. They’re called the class of 9/11, they’re currently still serving their communities, and they are heroes.
The people who pushed for police departments to loose their funding but are sharing posts about remembering the heroes of 9/11, are those who I don’t think I’d ever be able to have a conversation with.
Did I just submit the last homework assignment of my college career Monday? Yes.
Am I currently looking at what study materials I want to buy for my CPA test? Also yes.