As of last night

I learned that it takes little to say "I'm sorry." 

Last night while Q and I were heading to bed, he did something that got me a little teary eyed. I then got angry and locked myself in the bathroom. By now my husband knows that 9/10 times my anger isn't anger at all because I end up getting sad ten seconds later and begin to cry. I am a sad soul as I said multiple times while I was on loopy medicine after I got my wisdom teeth out. Random fact: check. After ten minutes of fighting with my emotions in the bathroom, I came back into the room making sure I ignored Q and making sure we didn't say our companionship prayer. Why do I do it? I'm still learning why. I began to pray and asked that I may learn to swallow my pride. Sometime in the future I thought. I think last night was the first time I swallowed my pride when my pride was actually still there. I then rolled over and told Q I was sorry. He surprised me when he said he was sorry too. 

A little about me

I am an energetic soul, but with our recent move I've become a little awkward and quiet. I live in a quiet neighborhood for the most part, I am not too crazy about it. People are nice here. We moved here to attend school and plan on staying until I finish my undergrad, which will take 4 years. I am excited to see where life takes us.

I decided to create this blog for fun, it gives me something to do when I am bored out of my mind. It's for me and if some readers come along the way, great.

🎧 Silver Coin Angus & Julia Stone