Do you guys remember “Stop, Drop & Roll,” in elementary school? “Stop, Drop & Roll” is forever engraved in my mind. I can’t tell you how.many.times we recited and practiced “Stop, Drop & Roll.” My school would do a gazillion of the these false fire alarms and just like that, we’d pretend to have caught on fire and all stop, drop and roll, just like little synchronized soldiers, over and over and over again. I remember going to a family picnic when I was in the 3rd grade and I smelled smoke from the bbq. I was so excited to show my “Stop, Drop & Roll” skills, that at the mere smell of smoke, I was already rolling in the muddy grass. Everyone gave me a round of applause and the validation felt good. I knew what to do and I could clearly protect myself. Smoky bear and I extinguished fires in my dreams.

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One of the best and worst parts of life after a breakup is dating again.

Best, because if you’ve done the work needed to move on from your breakup, it means that you’re on your way to a much more successful dating life.

Worst, because even when you feel like you’ve done all of the necessary work to move on, sometimes the majority of the time (for me anyway), going on a date/dating someone new does nothing but reignite pain and insecurity.

It’s like the most f*cked up bandage rip in the history of ever.

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I feel like my whole life has been this endless, sometimes embarrassing and insane, search for happiness, validation/acceptance, and love… real happiness, validation/acceptance, and love… that lasts.

I was always so inspired felt like such sh*t, when I’d read stories of people going on a trip and having this Eat, Pray, Love epiphany experience where they came back all different and extraordinary and the experience had somehow induced this kind of badass evolution in them where they were no longer mere mortals (like me) that spent their nights cyber stalking their ex, picking their face in front of the mirror for an hour, needing alcohol to feel confident, and googling how to make a voodoo doll out of an old Cabbage Patch kid.

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I stopped by my PO Box this morning and was surprised with fifty (yes, 5-0!!) of these amazing, hand made PMS straws and a mug that had a bunch of quotes that I had written from various blog posts. Before I knew it, I was the girl that everyone was staring at, crying over a box of straws at the UPS Store.

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