Living Life Under 5 Foot

I recently received an email from a blog follower. Throughout emailing, she asked me what my thoughts were on getting over a heart break. I've been stumped for about a week now. I was trying to think up something witty, something clever, and something that went with everything else I talk about on my blog. Then I thought of something.. .It's MY blog. ME. What's my thoughts on the topic. It's dawned on me a little bit. So I truly hope this answers your questions. Enjoy. Like any heartbreaking story it ends with someone walking out. Then it moves to the pain. Is this over yet? A pit in her stomach the size of an apple, alone with a broken heart she sat defeated on the floor. Is this what all the movies talk about? This is something she never wanted to feel, and here it was.  Tears came, Netflix was watched, and every picture was deleted that reminded her. Memories tried to be erased, hoping to ease the pain. But the truth is, nothing eased the pain. Days went

What can I say? Not very much. All I know, is every once in a while when I find myself down, bummed, or even pissed, that no matter what I have the best friends that back me up. Help me stand, and teach me to fight again. I don't give them enough credit for all they go through with me. Whether it be listening to me vent, dealing with my heartless-ness, having me bark outside their window. Pretending to be a clingy girl friend, or just putting up with the daily smart ass comments I make. They are always there. This last weekend I had so many glorious times, and it's even better because it's lovely fall weather out there. So here are my friends. Desirae. Man, this girl has been with me since the beginning. Even though she's married now, she still takes time to be wonderful to me. ( we took a TON of pictures this weekend. ) Then there's Amanda. She's just grand. She hasn't been in my life for the longest, but man has she made a difference for me

I've been debating writing this post for numerous reasons. However today it feels right. This is something I am truly passionate about. Sometimes in my little Shay life, I look for answers by studying topics. I research, and I learn in order to accept. Here is my paper on Pornography and the wake of destruction that follows. There are numerous addictions in this world they vary in shape, size, intensity, and ultimately how destructive they are in one's life. For example a few years ago there were billboards advertising how bad meth is. Do you remember those? The terrible sad faces? The destroyed lives? I'm sure you saw them, and they burned a hole into your mind. It awoke that part of your brain into comparing meth to those faces.  We see that often with alcohol , with cigarettes, we can visually see the impact it has, therefore it's easy to see the consequences. However, there is another addiction that is often hidden in the dark corners of society. Some even want

I can't pretend like I have had tons of extra time to Blog lately. Not saying I didn't make time for it, because I did, I just didn't have anything to say. Sometimes ideas come into my head, and I just know what to write, and other times it's just titles. The past week or so it's just been a title. "I can do hard things" Maybe I've been thinking of this because it's just a positive affirmation for me. Maybe it's because I need to remind myself, or who knows maybe I'm bracing for the future. With school, work, and teaching all starting again there is no doubt that it will be slightly hard. I think at every new beginning there is something hard. At every end, there's something hard, and on the in-betweens there is something hard. I guess life is just something hard. Today my lovely mother and I were talking about what it's like to be 17. Do you remember? I know I do. I thought I was invincible. I thought I knew everythin