Have you read “Taking the Heat” by Victoria Dahl yet? If not, let me recommend it. It’s basically the perfect summer romance read. (Check out my full review here)
Now that you’ve read the book, since I’m sure you dropped everything to read my review, buy the book, and then devour it, let me get back to my original point. I’ve decided to take a page out of Veronica’s play book and start writing little pieces of advice to myself in hopes I’ll follow it. I don’t have sticky notes and a fridge on me, so I’ve decided to do the next best thing and make images for them. I’ll be posting one a day for the work week, so hold on to your asses.
Recently I’ve had a few issues of taking the word of people I hold close to my heart as the gospel truth, without giving myself the chance to form my own opinions. This is bad. No, not just bad. This is dangerous. A perfect example was the state I’d worked myself into about a family reunion. A family reunion…
Sure, I should’ve been anxious. I have anxiety, and I haven’t seen this people in close to a decade outside of one funeral. But I should not have let that get me down to the point where I was on the verge of bolting like a frightened deer. A really, really ungraceful frightened deer.
When I got there, I discovered that my father’s cousins are kind of badass. I mean one was wearing a freaking white linen shirt and pant combo. Like, full on rocking it. No apologies. So just because my mother (who I love, don’t get me wrong) doesn’t necessarily have the best memories of her ex-husband’s cousins, doesn’t mean that I won’t love them to pieces.
Plus not having my shrew of a grandmother around really ups the enjoyment level of any and all social events … I’m just saying.