Happy New Year beautiful people. I’ve been trying to plan post topics to continuously get content out to you all. While I’ve come up with a few ideas and have been given a few ideas of what to cover, I couldn’t bring myself to really plan out posts. I don’t know, I felt I was forcing it and I NEVER to force what I said. I want to share true, authentic and real topics and experiences that I have for you all to learn from and/or know that you are not alone.
As previously mentioned I made a big move from California to Gerogia (also a big pay cut). More recent, my mother made the move as well. The next few posts will cover moving, finances and family living together. I hope these next few posts will be insightful and a pleasure to read.
Thank you all for joining my journey and I wish you well on yours!
– Viola Constance
This post is pretty overdue. The initial thought about posting about my experience of a quarter life crisis was kind of intriguing. I’d discussed it with a few of my peers and a couple of elders from my family. I tried several times to sit and type (and hand write and voice record) this post and each time I backed out. How could I be afraid to open up and share this? I mean I wasn’t embarrassed or anything. And, well, yeah I wasn’t exactly 25 years old just yet (I was 23 at the time, see told you it was overdue). That was a cop-out of an excuse, I know, I know, but honestly the thought of putting it down, giving it life, having to momentarily relive some of those feelings wasn’t appealing at all. But after seeing that awful draft of a partial sentence and a title I finally got the guts to put it out, at age 25! Oh the irony.
Two years ago I was deeply in my feelings about life in general. I couldn’t understand for the life of me why Continue reading