On our wedding day, I laughed and announced I was in for an adventurous life as I took Josh’s hand (If only I knew just how much of an adventure). I was excited to set up house, make Instagram worthy meals, and live my best life. The idea for this blog was seeded less than a year later, shortly after I found myself crying for reasons unknown to me, for probably the tenth time. Looking back, I know now it was because of how overwhelming life felt.
The “adventures” were piling on top of each other quickly and I was not equipped for managing them skillfully much less to the perfection status I felt society expected. This adulting thing was hard. Especially, in Florida, in August, where this northern girl quickly learned all about how large insects with too many legs could get into your house and then inside of your iron to which the best reaction is to scream, throw it away, and go to Target to buy a new one. Can you blame me?