Im craving a space. A space just for me--

A space that is organized. Compartmentalized--yet inspiring.

I want a place that I can relish in my own ideas.

A place to be me.

I have been thinking about what this place would look like--

What it would be called--

I found a great term on a cute blog called notyouraverageordinary--

The space was called an "Imagination Room."

I have decided I want my very own imagination room.

Here is what It might feel like--

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Morning inspiration-




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What does it mean to be YOU?

Send me a photo that best describes YOU!

I miss my family. Im ready for thanksgiving.

So as of now--I have decided I am not going to Med-School. I do not think I am passionate about it--I liked it for many wrong reasons like prestige, security, and salary. I have decided to do something I am truly passionate about. Something that feeds me. Im scared. Have that oh no--butterflies--but excited. Excited because I have decided to risk failing--risk messing up--and risk being wrong. Those three thing are harder for me to do then calculus, physics or just about anything else. I am stepping out--here I go!

p.s. I dropped physics--because I no longer need it.

My latest creation for my lovely friend Alexi<----click here to check out her blog!

(I made this using a top secret website...)

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Friends I am so Blessed to have you. Thank-you for loving me.

It hurts. It hurts when something goes wrong.

It hurts when you are trying to communicate something to someone and they just don't understand, care, or relate.

Today I have had many miscommunications--

I didn't handle them all well--some I handled impeccably.

I tried to fix the ones I didn't do well--but I who knows if it worked.

Sometimes our biggest strengths are our biggest weaknesses. Today--I was reminded of that.

Sometimes life is dramatic--and all you can do is go along with it.

Im a plain pencil--trying to let God chisile me into something so much more.