2019 in Snapshots

This one is purely for me. A 2019 year in review:


January


February


March


April


May


June


July


August


September


October


November


December


Welcome to my diary

Itโ€™s amazing how quickly you can fall into a bad habit. Itโ€™s day 19 of my daily blogging and Iโ€™ve already caught myself only writing blogs that give advice or have a clear defined point to them.

But the thing is,

this is my personal website and essentially my daily journal. Iโ€™m not selling anything, Iโ€™m not marketing myself as some sort of guru, Iโ€™m just out here living my life. My intention for this blog is to document my life so years from now I can go back and read aboutโ€ฆ myselfโ€ฆ oh wow, how narcissistic, Emily.

Thatโ€™s why I initially started by documenting โ€œsomething I couldnโ€™t stop thinking about from yesterdayโ€ on my first couple blogs. That didnโ€™t really work because all of my days run together as one long existence. But nonetheless, I would still like to daily blog.

That all being said, sometimes my blogs will be short and sweet and uninteresting.

Future readers:

I wanted to inform all of you that when you come across a post like this itโ€™s most likely because Iโ€™m half asleep sitting on my recliner at 6am writing my stream of (semi)conscience thoughts.

Future Emily:

Youโ€™re welcome girl, this is for you. Hang in there.

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Hey future me, have you figured out what this contraption is yet?

Thanksgiving Grocery Trip

Good morning, internet! Happy Thanksgiving!

Okay, so Iโ€™m stuck in this weird in-between head space where Iโ€™m still the youngest in all of my circles but Iโ€™m independent to a fault, so I have a hard time deciding what level of adult I want to be on the daily.

Example:

I demanded that my mom and mother-in-law both asked me to bring something for each Thanksgiving dinner today, because โ€œIโ€™m a month away from being 26 years old! I can handle bringing a side dish for Thanksgiving!โ€

And yet here I sit… two hours before I need to leave the house… staring at store-bought boxes of pasta salad that’s only ingredient needed is mayonnaise… but that I cannot make because I donโ€™t have mayonnaise.

Do you see what I mean?

See, this would be fine if I was normally a hot mess. But I teeter anywhere between the situation above and then making four different pies from scratch (including the crust) from apples and blueberries that I took special trips to an orchard to pick specifically for my pies. Yeah, I donโ€™t know what to say either. 

Anyway, I will make a more coherent post tomorrow because I need to go to Kroger.

*sigh*

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See? I did this. Pinterest who? How am I the same person right now as the person who did this.