Procrastination. I know that if I look through the other bloggers who are doing this “Blog Every Day in May Challenge,” there will be a ton of you who say procrastination is one of your worst traits, but I assure you my procrastination skills are award winning. I have the ability to leave things off until the very last minute, but still make out with a good grade. I once wrote an extremely detailed and well-researched 20 page paper the night before it was due, and got a grade of not only an A, but a 100%. Yes, full freakin’ credit. More recently, (and by recently I mean a week and a half ago), I wrote 6 papers over the course of the three days before they were all due – these papers included personal responses to in-class counseling sessions as the client and counselor, as well as a full and well thought out fictitious case study with an intake, signed consent, fictitious session notes for at least 5 sessions, exit session and follow-up session. The case study I wrote until 5 am the morning it was due (class was at 10) and overall, I received an A in the class. So, last minute or not, I still conquer my procrastination well. The problem is that I stress myself out to the point of tears all the time, yet I can never get myself to stop procrastinating. There is no reason to put off projects and papers that I know about all semester, yet somehow I always manage to do just that. I always tell myself that I work better under pressure, but is that really the case? I crack under pressure – I go through a serious of anxiety attacks, tantrums and tears. I get my work done, but not before I have a meltdown. I wonder if I will ever find a happy medium.

Over-scheduling myself. I hate saying no when it comes to making plans with people. So often, I find myself over-scheduling myself for dinner or lunch dates with different groups of friends and then hating myself for it later when I have to cancel on someone.

I’m entirely too hard on myself. I compare myself to everyone around me all the time to the point where I am so consumed with everyone else’s successes and so unhappy in my own life. I am my biggest critic. I often devalue myself and forget that despite how little I sometimes think of myself, I really have a lot to be proud of. I really am my own worst enemy sometimes, and no matter how much support I have from my friends, it’s not always enough because of how critical I am of myself. It’s a vicious cycle and definitely a trait I need to work on fixing.

“If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” -Marilyn Monroe

xo, Jackie

The title of this post is from the song, “Nobody’s Perfect” by Jessie J.
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I’ve found that the greatest lessons I’ve ever learned were never taught in a textbook or a classroom;  instead, the best lessons are learned by living. While I value my own education, I strongly believe that life itself teaches you an abundance of invaluable lessons every day. Below are just a few of the lessons I’ve learned from life thus far:

Be kind to people. The education system teaches you the ins and outs of competition. From spelling bees, to honor roll, to the race to become valedictorian, your schooling teaches you the importance of working hard, of busting your ass to get the good grades and the good internships and the good job. While it’s all good to have this kind of work ethic, what school doesn’t teach you is kindness. Your teachers don’t tell you to be kind to everyone you meet. They don’t remind you that one day, you might need a recommendation from a person you snubbed in the past. You forget, while in the hustle and bustle of getting ahead, that there are people who can help you get ahead later on in life. You never know who that person is going to be, so be kind to everyone. Also, going off on a tangent – but you truly never know what is behind a person and what they are fighting in their own personal lives, so make sure you’re kind to everyone. What if someone were rude to you when you were at your breaking point?

Nurture your relationships. It’s so easy to take people for granted. When was the last time you told your friends you appreciate them? I’m guilty of this myself. I am a handful, and I truly am grateful every day for the people who put up with me, who keep me grounded, and who never turn their backs on me – even on my worst days. I know that I don’t say it often enough, as I’ve never been one to deal with emotions or feelings, but it’s nice to, every once in awhile, remind the people in your life that you love them and care about them. Nurture these relationships, whether it be with friends or family. You don’t want to reach the end of your life and regret spending too much time working and too little time with your loved ones.

Adapt. Life can be unpredictable and can throw some pretty tough curve balls. In these moments of stress, how are you going to react? Learning to adapt to all that life throws at you is what will really keep you moving gracefully through the toughest moments of your life. Every struggle you face is a test of your ability to adapt to what comes your way. How will you stand after the fall? Will you get through it? It’s all about adapting.

Accept people. Learn to accept people for who they are. You cannot, will not, EVER change a person who does not want to be changed. Good luck trying. The point here is to either accept the person as they are, or let them go.

Don’t go through life as if you are owed something. I can’t even begin to describe how many people I’ve met who go about life with this type of attitude. I’ve come across people who use their “dark past” as an excuse to think and behave this way. Just because you’ve been through something traumatic as a child doesn’t make it okay for you to act as though some higher power owes you something. First of all, look around you – there are innumerable people with some sort of story about their childhood that would break your heart in an instant. Secondly, use that as your driving force to earn something great. Emphasis on the earn. You get what you put forth – the effort, the hard work and the determination are what’s going to get you what you want. You are never owed anything. You get what you earn. And you deserve what you work for. It’s as simple as that.

Don’t compare yourself. In light of my saying that school is always about a competition, a lesson that schools don’t teach you is to not compete with anyone but yourself. You should only try to be a better version of yourself – only try to top the person you were yesterday. Who cares about the girl who went to school with the same major as you, who landed a job before you. This is something I struggle with daily. Far too often, I compare everyone’s great successes with my miniscule ones and get really wound up about it. Don’t do this. Don’t let what other people are doing take away from what you are doing; don’t let what makes other people successful make you feel like you’re failing. Schools really should teach you this lesson.

Your GPA isn’t everything. In fact, it doesn’t matter much at all in the scheme of things. Neither does your diploma. I don’t say this to be cynical at all. I am a degree holder with a high GPA. However, how many job interviews have you been on that specifically asked you what your undergraduate GPA was? Not many. Your grades are only going to get you so far. As aforementioned, the way you are to people (your kindness) and how presentable you are during the interview are what truly will win others over. Haven’t you ever heard that A students are typically taught by B students to work for C students? We live in a world where high GPA’s are the norm. Book smarts are great, but they aren’t everything. And take this from a person who is book smart. There’s more to life than being able to repeat an encyclopedia verbatim.

You will survive. As mentioned earlier, life can sometimes throw you those proverbial curve balls. Life can hurt like hell. Things can happen that make you feel like you want to give up, that you can’t possibly keep going. Keep moving forward. Down the road, you’re going to look back in retrospect and realize that you made it over that obstacle and it was a minor struggle in your life. Life will never give you something that you can’t handle. Remember that.

There are so many more things I’ve learned that school hasn’t taught me, and I touched upon them in a previous post here. Check it out :)

“The difference between school and life? In school, you’re taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you’re given a test that teaches you a lesson.”  – Tom Bodett

xo, Jackie

The title of this post is from the song, “Lesson Learned” by Alicia Keys and John Mayer.
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Social media has become a huge part of today’s world. I’ll admit – I’m a bit of a social media snob; I have accounts on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest – the list goes on and on. I’ll also admit that on occasion, I do check in to places on Facebook, I do post pictures of my food (how could you not post pictures of the most beautiful plate of sushi you’ve ever had?) on Instagram, I do occasionally post a selfie. However, what really grinds my gears is how some people utilize social media and what these people typically post on these social networks.

The constant hashtags on Instagram grinds my gears. I can understand one or two hashtags, but when you post a picture of, for the sake of the aforementioned, your plate of sushi and your caption is #sushi #night #with #my #girls #yum #spicy #salmon #roll #so #good #ugh #laughs #memories #lets #do #it #again. What purpose does that serve you? People use hashtags so that their photos can be found when trending topics are searched. Please, enlighten me. Who searches for words like #with or #roll or #so or #ugh?

The need to post 2903523095 pictures at the gym, statuses or tweets about working out is another one of my biggest pet peeves. How hard are you working out if you are updating your entire social media feed that you are working out? Now, I understand the need for some sort of validation or even motivation from others. It’s a psychological need and I get that. But I’m not too sure I care enough that you are at the gym. It’s typically the people that post about being at the gym that are the ones I don’t see any significant changes in their body. Not sorry. (I mean, today’s topic did tell me to rant, right?)

Political opinions. Just. Say. No. I understand that everything in this world is not black and white. We can’t all agree on the same political stance, or politician. But politics leads to deadly, torturous conversation. I find that the people who start political debates on social networks are usually those who don’t know a thing about politics, or only know what their parents taught them. For the record, I was raised in an extremely conservative household and had it engraved into my mind that that was correct – that there was no other way of thinking. I grew up and formed my own political opinion – one opposite of my family – but it was my decision based on my knowledge. There are a ton of young people out there that I’ve seen look like a complete ass because they don’t know what they’re talking about. This is why straying from political conversation is always a good idea.

And last but not least, the use of social media for pity, to put others down or to make ourselves look good. We’re all guilty of wanting pity from time to time. Occasionally, if you are having a crappy day, you want nothing more than for people to agree with you and make it better. It’s human nature to occasionally feel this way. But there are those people who take to Twitter to talk about their long work hours, how they go to school full time and work full time, how they can “never see their friends” cause they’re always too busy “grinding” (terms I’ve seen on my Twitter feed). These are also the same people who post for all of social media to see that they’re “so busy.” Riddle me this: you’re so insanely busy, working so much, yet you have time to Tweet your every move at work? Your job must be so hard. So many people I know post about what they’re juggling in life – sure, you look awesome if you go to school and work full time and can handle it all – but how many people are already doing that?

I’m all for the use of social networks – for light-hearted fun, not for the above annoyances. Rant over.

xo, Jackie

The title of this post is from the song, “Warrior” by Demi Lovato.
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In descending chronological order -

Going to the chapel and we’re gonna get married: This post was dedicated to my best friend and her beautiful wedding day. You can check out part of my Maid Of Honor speech there too.

Remember, remember, December: A little piece I wrote awhile back about love that fades into nothingness.

Life is for the living: About meeting Bethany Joy Lenz aka Haley from One Tree Hill.

Gotta Live Like We’re Dying: How existentialism has changed my life and offered me new insight.

You talk about your past like your future was me: Paying homage to old flames and my favorite Taylor Swift song.

Wish I knew then what I know now: An ode to all teenagers.

Stop and stare, you start to wonder why you’re here not there: Thoughts about feeling stuck.

Some pages turned, some bridges burned, but there were lessons learned: 24 things I’ve learned in 24 years.

That’s my prerogative: In defense of working in retail.

Life is Amazing with you on the ride: The importance of having girlfriends.

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” -Ernest Hemingway

xo, Jackie

The title of this post is from the song, “Confessions Part II” by Usher.
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I find myself grappling with different “struggles” daily, but more recently, and even more so yesterday, I’ve been struggling with feeling stuck. There are times, for lack of a less morbid phrase, I feel stuck inside of this proverbial jail cell. I’ve simply outgrown the house that I was raised in and find that it’s no longer a home – perhaps for me, it never was. For the most part, I fit the mold that Alfred Adler set in his overview of birth order for the eldest child. I’m a high achiever with the constant hunger to please people – and perhaps that is my greatest downfall. I struggle because, as badly as I want to please my parents, it seems as though it’s never enough. Everything I’ve ever done – every achievement, award, accolade – has always been for them. For them to be proud of me, for them to accept me, for them to acknowledge that I’m good enough. And yet, they never fail to make me feel like I’ve fallen short of that. I promise it’s not as morbid as it sounds; I’m resilient. I’m strong. I know I’m smart and have a good head on my shoulders and have already achieved so much. And thank God for that.

But I fear that one day down the road, I will look back and hate myself for doing everything for my parents – mainly my dad – and not for myself. Where’s the glory in aiming to reach all these goals for everyone else, only to feel stuck in the end? What’s the point in doing everything to impress everyone but myself? If a client were to come to me with this problem, I would say to make sure you take care of yourself first – that at the end of the day, you only have to please yourself. If you are happy with where you are, happy with your decisions, and happy with the path you’ve chosen, you’re on your way. If it’s good enough for you, it should be good enough for everyone else. Unfortunately, I internalize so much of what I’m told and my parents’ extreme parenting style has manifested itself into my every day life. I can only hope to one day soon pull myself from underneath the rubble of their authoritarian parenting without a war of words.

And, this feeling of being stuck is more than just an emotional state – it’s a physical state as well. I feel stuck walking eggshells in a house that is not my own, but even more stuck that I’ve had it fixated in my mind that it’s the norm to move out of your parents’ house right after college. Things are different now than they were when I was younger and projected my own fate, but it doesn’t stop the ache I have that yearns for a place to call my own – a place where no familial conflict lives. I know what’s wise – stay living with my parents until I graduate from grad school and get my life and career in order, but in order for me to keep peace of mind and not need more therapy than is required for my graduate program, I need to move out. Strong emphasis on the need. It’s a lose-lose situation – a double edged sword, and I’m not quite sure which end is sharper and more painful.

I struggle daily with being two different people. The person I really am (with my friends, etc) versus the person I feel I am when I’m at home. I know it’s mainly cultural, but I also know that at some point, your parents are supposed to see you for who you are – an adult, their child, but not a child. Perhaps my problem is also with differentiation. I’m growing and changing and evolving right before their eyes, and I’ve changed my morals and my belief system. I’m differentiating from them, and that’s not something they, or any parent, are used to. For years, I’ve struggled to find a place where I can fit comfortably in the middle, but solace escapes me in this household.

Instead, it’s a daily struggle of whether or not I will do something that will piss my dad off, or whether he will do something to tip off my short temper. It’s a battle of personalities. It’s a constant mental fight – do this, and make myself happy, or do that, and fall short of pleasing my parents. It’s the financial struggle of how can I afford to move out, and when can I afford to move out. It’s a balancing act – one that I thought I wouldn’t have to balance anymore. At 13, I told myself to keep hanging on because I was close to turning 17 and earning more freedom with my drivers license. When I was 17, I hung on because I was so close to going away to college and potentially never having to come back. When I was 22 and graduating college, I told myself to keep saving up – that I’d be out of here in no time. Now, at nearly 25, I struggle with deciding what’s the next best step.

One day, I’ll have it all figured out.

“All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the springs of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.” -Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

xo, Jackie

The title of this post is from the song, “Life Ain’t Always Beautiful” by Gary Allan
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Slightly Twisted Jane: I talked about Jane last week, but I want to bring her back into this post as well. Last week, I talked about how close Jane and I have gotten over the years and how I absolutely adore her. But more than just how much I adore Jane, I also love her blog. She chronicles her daily life as she takes on college and the road to becoming an accountant, and everything in between. My favorite thing about her blog is her headline: ad astra per aspera – a Latin phrase that means “through hardships to the stars” or “a rough road leads to the stars.” What could be more inspirational? I just adore her. She’s also doing the Blog Every Day in May challenge, so you should definitely go check her blog out!

Analyfe: I can’t even begin to describe how much I adore Erin’s blog. I’m not sure how I stumbled upon her blog awhile back, but I am so so so so SO glad I did (in case you didn’t get it – huge emphasis on the SO). She and I are quite similar – we both studied psychology, graduated a couple of years ago, and are on a quest to figure out what our next move is. She is a phenomenal writer – and phenomenal isn’t even a strong enough word to describe her talent. I can relate so easily to what she talks about; I find myself nodding in agreement to every single one of her posts, and then wishing I could write as beautifully as she does. In a “blogosphere” that is so full of people writing about their love lives, their marriage, their pets and their children (don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with that whatsoever), it’s so refreshing to find someone that is just writing and even more refreshing that I can understand where she’s coming from. But more than just her blog, Erin is also so nice. With so many followers, one would think it would be hard to keep up and respond to readers, but Erin has, on different occasions, reached out in response to something I’ve written her and reached out in response to some of my posts. So not only is she incredibly talented, she’s also just so nice and approachable, making her and her blog one of my favorites.

Kristie Was Here: Kristie is another incredibly, incredibly talented writer. Her writing abilities speak volumes and her “story” is a must read – but definitely not for the faint of heart.

Life Of Bon: Bonnie over at Life Of Bon is SO FREAKIN’ HILARIOUS. Just go to her blog and see for yourself!!

Story Of My Life: It wouldn’t be a list of favorite blogs without adding Jenni to the mix. Jenni, who started this “Blog Every Day In May” challenge. Jenni is quite possibly one of the nicest bloggers I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know when I sponsored her blog for a few months last year. She, too, is insanely talented in the writing department – but not only that, she definitely has this blogging thing down to a science. Her blog is engaging – it always has something different and new every day and it is through her blog that I’ve found so many other amazing blogs. AND she has a KILLER love story. Check it out because I just love love so much and her love story definitely exemplifies love in a big way :’)

xo, Jackie

The title of this post is from the song, “My Favorite Things” by Julie Andrews.
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When I was 7 years old, my childhood best friend Danielle and I decided it was time for us to go out into the real world and earn our own wages instead of relying on petty chores to make money. But we didn’t want to do it the traditional way. Lemonade stands were for the less inventive; we wanted to be innovative, visionary, creative. So, we decided to have a hair cutting stand. Yes, you read correctly: hair cutting stand. Two elementary school-aged girls, cutting hair. Let that sink in for just a moment.

Before we could get our business rolling, Danielle and I decided it was absolutely imperative to practice. You can’t be a professional hair dresser without the proper training, right? So, we practiced on my dolls – cutting off strands of their hair thinking that it was perfect. When we ran out of my dolls, I opted to cut my younger brother’s tickle me Elmo doll. When that didn’t suffice, I decided it was time to cut Danielle’s hair – mind you, Danielle had beautiful, long, thick hair… and I cut off a good chunk of hair and put it in a ziplock bag. (I’m still not sure why I saved it). Without thinking, Danielle and I walked into my living room – me, holding the bag of her hair, while our moms were talking.

Needless to say, the little ziplock bag of hair was rather suspicious, and we were immediately in trouble.

I was grounded for a month. An entire month. At only 7 years old. I still think it was rather preposterous considering how innovative we were… don’t you agree?

This will forever be my favorite picture of us. This was taken a few years before the hair cutting incident.

“No one understands you like those you shared a childhood with. No one sees you in quite the same way.”xo, Jackie

The title of this post is from the song, “Wish You Were Here” by Kate Voegele
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I don’t have a particular photo of myself that I would say is my favorite. Instead, I have a ton of photos that all remind me of different things. Pictures always take me back to a different time, a different memory, a different person than I am today. I love pictures in general, but as I was going through old pictures of myself on Facebook in search of my “favorite photo” of myself, I came across this one below. If I were one to embarrass easily, this would be the picture to do just that, but I am not easily embarrassed. When I look at this picture, I am immediately brought back to that time in my life. I was quite possibly the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. Ever. It was the summer after my freshman year of college – I was 19 years old and without going into much detail, I was happy. I remember every detail of this night so well. But when it comes down to it, I chose this picture to portray my “favorite” photo of myself because it brings me back to a time when I genuinely felt happy – when I didn’t feel the pressures of adult life. When all I did was live and love – and that’s easy to see in this picture with me singing and dancing.. and just living. I think that’s my favorite thing about pictures – no matter what’s changed since the memory, you can instantly be brought back to that moment in time.

“Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.” -Marc Riboud

xo, Jackie

The title of this post is from the song, “Pictures of You” by The Last Goodnight
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Today’s topic hits close to home, as I find myself struggling every day with differentiating and finding a place in which I fit. I am at a strange point in my life; I’ve yet to begin life on my own, but I am no longer relying on everyone else to validate me. I still live at home, but I am no longer a naive teenager floundering in a sea of rebellion. I am stuck somewhere in limbo. I am a young adult, a college graduate, a graduate student. I have a plethora of incredible people and things in my life and for the most part, I’m content with where I’m headed. But some days, I can physically feel the weight of the quicksand pulling from underneath me. And on these days, I truly feel stuck.

If you would have asked me on the day of my high school graduation where I saw myself at nearly 25, I would’ve given you my laundry list of goals that I swore I’d have accomplished by now. But life never works out exactly the way you want it to and I am left to sort through the residue of my actions – or my inaction. I look to the people around me – the people I grew up with – the people who seemed to find success so much faster than I did, and I can’t help but feel pangs of jealousy. Where did I go wrong? What wrong turn did I take? Is it too late to turn it all around? How did they get so lucky?

The thing is, I have already accomplished so much. I graduated college. I made it into graduate school and through my first year. I balance two jobs. I’m working towards something every single day, and although it may not be the path that everyone else is taking, it’s the path I find necessary to get me towards my future, which I can only hope will be nothing short of incredible.

But then, there are day when the quicksand is so incredibly demanding – days where I feel as though it could swallow me whole.

On these days, I find that I have two problems – one with expectations and one with comparison. When you’re a kid, you have a vision of what life should be like. You have a vision of what success is, of what happiness is. You don’t grow up thinking it’s the norm to live at home with your parents and to hate yourself for it on most days. You don’t grow up thinking it’d be this hard finding a job in your field of study. You don’t grow up thinking you’d ever question your choice in career paths. You don’t grow up thinking that you’d watch all your friends find happiness in their careers, in love and in their lives. You don’t grow up thinking everyone else would have everything you want. Expectations far exceed what reality is.

When it comes to comparison, I am the queen at being hard on myself because I always compare myself to others. My best friend recently told me to stop allowing the successes of others stray from my own definition of success and my own goals. I often find  myself green with envy when I see so many people around me settling into their young adult life comfortably.  While most of the people I know didn’t need graduate school (or college at all) to start their careers, I do. Unless I have, at minimum, a Master’s and a license, I will not find a career in my field of study. Unlike most of my friends with undergrad degrees, my Bachelor’s means nothing without a Master’s, license and the “LPC, SAC” after my name. What’s most disheartening is that after this long road, I will most likely be making less money than a lot of my friends right now – and I know it doesn’t do to dwell on comparison, nor does it do to concern myself with money. You shouldn’t do things for money – you should do things because you’re passionate about it. But no one works this hard to make less money in a year than their entire graduate education costs.

And that’s just my schooling. I have other dreams I want to accomplish – goals I need to cross of my bucket list. Like I said, I had a vision of what my life would be, and it’s nowhere near where I thought it would be. But I’m working at it, and I suppose that’s all anyone could ever ask for.

Overcoming all of the aforementioned is a daily task. Mentally, I feel like I’m at a standstill, but physically, the standstill is still living at home with my parents. I’ve been working tirelessly at saving as much as I can to move out by the end of this year. Some days, I feel like this goal can really be achieved by years end, and other days, I feel as though I’ll never be able to leave. I’m taking control of other parts of my life as well – learning to implement clean eating and working out back into my life for my own well-being. I joined this Blog Every Day In May challenge as a means to get back into writing and blogging more frequently. I’m constantly applying to jobs and looking for my next step. So, while I’m not where I initially imagined my life would be at this age, I am on the road to my personal definition of success, and working every day at not comparing myself to others. We’re all on our own road, with different destinations, and at the end of the day, the journey is what really matters, right?

“You start out life with a clean slate. Then you begin to make your mark. You face decisions, make choices. You keep moving forward. But sooner or later there comes a time where you look back over where you have been and wonder who you really are.” -The Wonder Years

xo, Jackie

The title of this post is from the song, “Quicksand” by Bethany Joy Lenz.
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I wasn’t quite sure how I could do this day, being that I worked all day yesterday – at both of my jobs – and taking pictures there wouldn’t be appropriate. So, I took a few snapshots of some of the typical things about my day. Enjoy :)

A typical day for me:
Wake up between 6-7:30
Have my morning tea or coffee.
Read a little.
Go to work or school, depending on the day.
Hang out with my best friend (not every day, but most days).
Go home to do homework.
Read a little before bed.
Repeat.

If I wake up early enough and get some down time before going to work, I’m glued to my Kindle.

I’ve been really into green smoothies lately; about a month and a half ago, I was on a serious health kick and was doing so so so well with it. I fell off, but I’m trying to get back on. Slowly, but surely. This is a kale – mango – pineapple – strawberry – banana smoothie with almond milk and chia seeds. Delicious and all natural with no sweeteners.

Health kick or not, Dunkin Donuts is a staple in my life. I always get it on my way from one job to the other. I often wonder how much money I would save if I didn’t find Dunkin coffee to be a necessity.

I guess this completely negates my statement staying I am trying to get back into the habit of healthy eating. Chipotle is also another staple in my diet. I didn’t need all the extras, but I treated myself to it as an end-of-semester splurge.

“I’ve always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we’ll have.” -Anna Godbersen

xo, Jackie

The title of this post is from the song, “A Day In The Life” by The Beatles.
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