Live Love and Line Dance


Live, Love, and Line Dance- the motto that has pretty much kept me going... So often I here of people saying they want to stop breathing, or they have given up on love, or nothing makes them feel alive or happy... And if I am being 100% honest- I have had all those same thoughts before as well. This blog isn't me trying to fix other peoples lives or say my life is better or worst than someone else... This is me, sharing bits of my life, and reaching out to anyone who is willing to read, and possibly share a story or two themselves...

I have tried this whole blog thing about 3 times now and just never got any viewers so I never kept up with them. But in light of recent events, I realized how much writing helps me think, and I figured this is one way to get my thoughts down on paper and maybe even let a couple other people know that they are not alone. I will discuss how I, a 19 year old newly wed who is trying to figure out where God is trying to take her in life, stays hopeful, stays faithful, and stays joyful, even after a lot of loss, a lot of pain, a lot of drama, and a lot change...

Growing up is never easy... Losing loved ones or having people walk out of your life, is not something I'd wish on my enemy... and being a Daddy's girl and having to let go of your last name, is honestly terrifying... Now don't get me wrong- I have had a decently fair life- raised in a good home, good parents, good environments- if you were someone on the outside looking in- you'd probably think I'm just some rich girl who has never known a bad day in her life... But if there is one thing I have learned in life- it is to never judge a book by it's cover. I haven't had the worst life ever- and I would never claim that-but it hasn't been a walk in the park... I honestly don't believe that anyone has the perfect life- you can be rich, be sexy as hell, have your dream car, dream house, dream man, and there will always be something in your life that is tearing you down that no one else knows about. Everyone has secrets, everyone has a past, and everyone has a story to tell... But are you willing to listen?

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