Week Color Yellow

Hello non aliens,

I sincerely hope life is going smoothly and excitingly for you at the same time, I hope it is out of this world even considering you are not an intergalactic alien. Considering my life is pretty full of adventure, encounters and change, I could go off on many stories today, but will choose just one encapsulating lesson to focus on for now.

I am very much, very hardly, very very diligently, I should say, working on putting an end to my cares of what other people think about my life, my decisions and my choices, I am in no need of continuing to be so lenient to other people who don’t earn or get my leniency towards them for sake of me “feeling bad” or in effort to make them “feel good” and protect their feelings. I am sure those people don’t always feel the need to “protect mine”.

First off, I care what God thinks of me. He is my Creator, OUR Creator, He is all powerful and the one whom I answer to and will ALWAYS care what He thinks. Other humans living out there lives here on the earth with me, they also need only to care about God’s opinion of them, MY opinion of them, well, it does not matter and vice versa.

Nonetheless, that isn’t to say we shouldn’t respect other people’s feelings, ideals and lifestyles. We can care about other people with decency and kindness, but we don’t have to think we need to answer to other people’s ideas of how we should live if we disagree when it comes to the things that only affect our own selves. Morals are still in place, always.

I was sitting in the car parking lot of a Rocknes with my friend and assistant director one day not long ago. She is a beautiful soul. She encourages me, puts me in my place and helps me. She is seriously, a good friend. She brings me water or coffee or offers help without me asking. These small things mean a lot to me. Well, we were talking and the conversation ended up with a few major themes..

I overthink too much.

I probably overthink if I overthink.

I try to constantly protect other people’s feelings over my own.

It is upsetting to realize I am in some sort of inner turmoil.

I knew I was this way. I always knew it. I think deep down I wanted to think God made me this way because He knew I could be someone out in the world making other people feel good because I would be able to push my own feelings aside enough and be okay through it all. I don’t know if God did make me this way, but if He did, I am thinking He didn’t want it to get to this extremity.

I am not one to anger easily or even become easily annoyed, but I knew something was boiling up inside me more often recently. I had the need to actually vent and in turn I ended up feeling doggone guilty and horrible that I was possibly even…..angry. Normally when I am feeling less vibrant it is because I am hurt, disappointed or sad, NOT because I am fed up, perturbed, or feeling disrespected and taking advantage of. Sometimes I let the overthinking lead to things that could prevent me from my own possible happiness, and I am my own worst enemy. It is then that the anger comes back to myself. It is all a loop no matter how you decide to look at it, and I am going to cut the loop before it can make me more dizzy than it already has.

Well it came time for me to draw a line and cut that loop finally. The past week and a half, wherever in my life that I feel I am once more caring too much about how other people view me, find myself overthinking or letting myself become lenient, I am becoming more aware on how to push forward.

It is difficult, but in the moments where I am able to force myself into the uncomfortable, I become more comfortable and my life is seemingly becoming less of the world’s and more of my own, more of what God’s purpose is for me, and more enjoyable to say the least.

I sincerely hope that if you find yourself with this sort of inner battle, you know that you can fight in and continue to live out the life God intended for you making sure that don’t miss out trying to protect what you have no need or authority to protect. God has got them, God has got you.

The reason this upcoming week is yellow is because yellow signifies new and hope and happiness. I feel this is a week leading towards that. I feel hope because I have let myself realize what I believe will help me for the rest of forever which in turn leads to more happiness in this life.

I hope you feel this same hope.

Have a yellow week!

Love,

Molly Marie 🙂

 

I feel very 1970’s vibe here with the high neck, dark pink velvet and long sleeve dress and tall tannish/brown boots. It is a groove, because life is a groove, always live it groovily and remember you are lovely and beautiful. Okay? Yes. You are. 🙂

Week Color Dark Orange

Howdy to everyone and hi to myself? yes, sure,

You always must remember you are extraordinary and amazing and cool beans and awesome and all that jazz. That’s important.

I hope you are well and most importantly I hope you are smiling.

Right now. Please smile. Life feels nicer when we smile.

My week was full of genuine smiles this week. One short thing I want to mention about those smiles being genuine is that they were genuine because I am consistently letting God be my guide.

When I try to go about my life ONLY on my own and do things the “Molly way” ONLY, my life hurts and starts slowly falling ever so slightly to the wayside of hope. Never does my heart fall completely apart, because our God is good and He is keeping up the pieces for me, but I am seeing the benefits of letting God in more and more right now.

Not long ago was I taking routes I didn’t completely find healthy or hopeful for myself, but I did take those routes because I felt like it. Of course, I think I thought God was involved in some ways and perhaps He was, and of course I was learning and trying to grasp a better understanding on life, but that isn’t the point I am making here.

The point I am making is that for a long time I was placed in tremendous inner battles and tremendous physical battles in my life. Some battles I had no way of fighting myself and some I could fight, always with God on my side. Nonetheless, I felt God was trying to test my faith and I am so glad and overjoyed that I kept the faith.

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I was quite happy in this photo and on this day, and I didn’t have many reasons to be, except I know God is always here beside me. I’ve got faith in Him.

I am now seeing all the joy I had all along, and through many past hardships, what patience, hope and continuous faith can provide. The blessings from God only keep coming and I know faith got me here.

Romans 8:18 ESV

18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”

Life is going to continue to put trials and pain in my way, but every time I make it through with God, I know the next occurrence of difficulty above my grasp and sorrow in my wake, that God will lead me through ALWAYS.

Why does this have to do with orange? A dark orange even?

My past week reminds me of orange, dark, because orange to me signifies EXCITEMENT, NEW, possible danger in my future and curiosity. This past week I have been discovering where faith has brought me more and more so… EXCITEMENT.

Why am I excited?

Currently, I am rather fulfilled with my circumstances being rewarding. I am going to school, like I said in a bigger city with a fabulous theatre district.

Last week I gave a performance for the song “Put on a Happy Face” in my voice class and my nerves were almost nonexistent compared to the week before. I felt I had made so much progress from just the previous week or so performance. I stayed with my timing better, felt more secure in the notes and pitch and most importantly, I had CONFIDENCE.

Then I also started my job up here. I work in student services. I love it. The other day I got to work a student get to know each other function and a talented man drew my characterature in about one minute and I got free chicken and veggies. I also get to meet lots of students on campus working in student life.

Back at home I am continually working on my own projects, studying to get my fitness instructor certification, being with friends and family, my Youtube channel, the Bible Study group I put together, and my own relaxation hobbies, like hopefully horseback riding soon, my bike riding and being in nature and working out, and baking up a storm. I love this balance I have achieved.

Thennnnnnn there’s my theatre happy fun times, y’all. I am directing a children’s show at a community theatre which is so rewarding to me. I love children, they have wildly awesome imaginations and will to learn. So besides rehearsals for that, I have been working hard to create a magical set, gather props and organize all that needs to be done for the show coming up.

I also am starting work soon as a Disney Princess for a party company. I get fitted this weekend for Princess Anna and get more training, which I am so pumped about.

I just finished up being in a play called, “The Canterville Ghost” so I currently am not in a play with exciting weekly rehearsals, well, actually I am in a play, but that doesn’t start until later this week so we ain’t going to include that in this post about my past week being orange, okay? No, we can. I love being in a show, EXCITEMENT, plus it’s a Christmas show and so I honestly am just thrilled to get in more holiday spirit through rehearsals. So rehearsals are orange too.

Yikes, I should add something more to this.

Well, one of the most exciting things yet is, I am now on the praise team at church!

God is good and I will worship Him from the bottom of my heart. ❤

I also don’t need people thinking I commit to every possible activity in the book.

I decided not to go to drama club up here at college, that counts as something right? It would have been so neat to get more involved up here in the city, but timing wise, it wasn’t going to work.

Actually, I don’t care what you think. I don’t mean that in a brutle way, but a more, we all shouldn’t try to be proving to everyone why we live out the lives the way we do.

Sometimes I find myself logging off of social media because of a fear I have that I am not going to dive into right now, but the fear is deep rooted in other’s opinions of me. I dislike this very much. Nonethless, I ultimately find myself logging back in and filling up the interweb with colorful emoji NOT overloads of some sort because I care more about doing my thing than what others think, but it does slow me down and hinder me a bit. The point is, EXCITEMENT, okay? Don’t let others ruin your orange excitement!

This, these happenings, are all quite new, so that’s the new aspect of dark orange.

Then there is a warning of..danger…which goes alongside curiosity. All of this excitement can also play into my curiosity because I am constantly curious about everything, whether it be for good, sadly, the bad, thee in between, the crazy crazy and the opposite to the boring, and in conclusion, well, all of the the excitement. Curiosity can get me into things I maybe shouldn’t try to be in or stumble into more than willing, but I like being curious and I think that’s one of my defining qualities, curiosity is in my personality. However, all this excitement does bring danger like I said and it doesn’t necessarily mean WILL bring danger, but it’s a warning of danger because of all these great and happy and exciting things, I have to be careful of the paths opening and coming my way throughout these blessings.

We know our weaknesses and despite my curiosities, I know what to stray and what to strive for. Nonetheless, feeling understanding of possible danger in various circumstances, keeps me safe and helps me keep God at the core of my heart and guidance.

It is certainly an orange time.

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Fall is looking beautiful. I’d say it’s in “full bloom”, but that pun works better for spring flowers popping up. 💖😉🧡

What color was your week and what does it mean to you? 🙂

Have a lovely week.

Love,

Molly Marie 🙂

 

 

 

 

I Must Remember Where I Was at the Start

Hi everyone,

I hope you’re not overwhelmed, but I continue to be. Much of the fact that I am overwhelmed is because opportunities have come knocking and I don’t know which path or direction to take. For a long while I felt I was meandering through parts of life where I couldn’t do much besides stick to one path because that path would eventually lead me to somewhere new or many of these now come opportunities.

Part of these opportunities are about my future job/college/career/goal and dream wise, some of these are friendship/family wise and some of these are personal or emotional wise aspects that are coming to me all at once.

I don’t have much time lately to stop and pause and remember what I would have done and wanted back, not even long ago, when I was struggling and only hoping I would one day soon make it to the path that diverges into several and a half.  Well, God has brought me to the split path and now I am in a bubble of trying to elongate the time I have where I don’t have so much choice and decision.

This is silly on my part because I feel redundant to stay on the path I have been so much eager to leave, so for now I will share one little video with you. I made a Youtube Channel earlier this spring where I was so thrilled to share my hope and faith of God, and passions with you. I want to continue the channel soon when I free some time from other commitments I am making currently with my time I have, but I remember how sad, BUT hopeful I was a few months ago, being stuck and yet moving forward with determination. Looking back at the videos I made helps me remember what I truly think, feel and want. I am glad I made them and am glad to have a moment to ponder what it is I am going to have to decide for my life short term and long term for now.

The video below I talk about my outfit and dressing to feel, well, smiley. I was smiling and hopeful. I knew beneath my smile I also felt tremendous pain and hurt combined with stress, but so much determination and faith kept the smile wide.

I shall live in the moment, I suppose, yes.

Happy day y’all.

 

Love,

Molly Marie 🙂

Week Color Periwinkle & My Struggle with Focus

Hello and howdy do da day,

I honestly don’t really feel like writing currently, but I do at the same time.

Oh golly, a very logical start. 😉

You must know that talking about myself or talking about subjects or stories I already know of, think about or talk about, to help bring messages across and hopefully relatable thoughts and experiences in life, can sometimes feel so redundant, and ultimately it can start becoming quite a bore to talk about my life at times.

Why?

I live so much in my own head, I am constantly rearranging, rethinking, OVERthinking, analyzing and imagining everything you can possibly imagine and then some and a half. When it comes time to share stories, share my thoughts or even share my feelings I am more than happy to often times, most times?  I find it so enjoyable often, and am quite open, but then there are many times when it becomes a chore and I would much rather stay silent and ONLY (keyword is “only” right there) observe, take in and see and even when I feel the urge to defend or put my side in, it gets to a mentally overwhelming point at times where I feel too exhausted to care enough to speak….it’s a bummer.

Does this relate to you at all? Rather, can someone relate?

I sometimes feel I speak too much and sometimes don’t speak enough. I sometimes think too much and sometimes forget to let my mind sift more so. I sometimes am so focused and tuned in and sometimes my focus hits 0 and I struggle a whole lot just to grasp some sort of meaning. Sometimes I am calm and collected, but often I am in a mild sort of frenzy energetic state of mind and physical being. Of course, I can control these emotions and physical states well enough and quite often enough to handle in appropriate situations, but the hard part is, it still always comes one way or another and I have to supress it or hold it back from growing.

For example, I started a Bible Study with my friends and we try to meet once a week. It is quite lovely, we check out different coffee shops in various areas to support local businesses as well as widen our coffee shops around the Ohio area knowledge, hehe. Plus, little places like those are absolutely great atmospheres for friendly discussion and tea is tasty…or coffee…or hot chocolate…or water.

Well, I go to Bible study often knowing this is my only increment of free time for the next who knows exactly. I understand we are all busy at times, I understand I don’t have to be busy if I CHOOSE not to be, but I choose to BE busy and therefore, you’ll see where this goes.

So I have school, I go to college about an hour away from my home, depending on traffic commute can vary. I go four days a week. I am directing a show at a community theatre my heart loves, which is very rewarding and I am in a show at that very same theatre which means double rehearsals. I am starting work study, which means I made the choice to work while going to school as I need the money. I also have this Bible study I take care of, and I am trying to attend church more. I have my own little business selling Perfectly Posh. I want to become a fitness instructor so I am studying for that as well. I also am blessed to have many dear friends and a loving family of whom I want to keep a healthy and happy relationship with each and every person in my life. On top of all of that, I want to remain healthy, which means taking care of myself and giving myself free time. Well, where does the free time come in?

That’s where it gets tricky. Again, I make my life busy, so this is all me, I shan’t complain.

I love busy, I do pretty well as making myself have free time too, but we get to the point in three, two, one…

When I am at Bible Study, often I am wishing my relationship with God would grow stronger because in my mind I often feel I am being too busy or something silly when you think about it. I pray all day long, I love God with all my heart and thank Him so often. I am blessed, I see blessings He continues to give me and I feel Him working in my life guiding me and presenting me opportunities I have a choice to make.

I know I have a strong relationship with God and will continue to grow it, but even so having this strong relationship with our Creator, I still struggle in so many areas and one of those being… (hey, we got to the point…)

Focus.

I am determined, yes. I am quite determined.

Say, I am doing an essay for school, I am determined to finish it, and so I get that paper finished. I am determined to get a 100% back, and so I make sure I get that paper back with a 100% on top. I am not, however, focused.

In my definitons here, or feeling defining definitons, I feel focused is more of a present mindset and determination is more of a futuristic mindset. This is getting artsy, I know.

I am definitley not an overall present mindsetted type of woman. I have been futuristic from way back.. (hehe, futuristic from “way back”). EXCEPT, I become very present minded when it comes to painful occurences, feelings, events, and sitations. I become so present I start losing determination to heal and become FOCUSED on feeling those negative feelings and staying put. Wow, what an enigma I have put myself into. It isn’t even just the big “woahs” or “oh my goodnesses” that cause me to lose determination in some way. I often can lose focus on trying to understand someone or something because my mind is whirring so hard, bouncing off the walls inside my cranium looking for who knows what to help solve a problem or what not, it gets annoying to me. I feel that often when I understand people my heart is taking the load of their heart and emotions and so I physically feel and emotionally feel, but my brain is not latching on all the time to their words because it’s anazlying other sense or even nonsense. This is sounding dramatic, but really, whether big or small, not all the time, but QUITE often, I struggle with focus.

I have dealt with my focus issue for, well, I don’t know how long and I don’t really think it matters, but it has began becoming more prominent with my life lately. Whether I lose focus on myself, or focus on a goal or dream, something simple like picking up a recipe to bake and becoming distracted and bored within two minutes and going off and starting something new for an hour before coming back 5 times, I get so upset that I have a problem staying focused, or even letting myself take in the words of someone else’s story rather than just take in their feelings and emotion.

Feelings and emotion have always made more sense to me and rationality is something I am very aware of, but don’t connect to it as well. I am quite logical and to the point with life, but when it comes to living, I am more prone to going with feelings. None of what I am saying makes sense, does it? I seriously find this post a color of light blue, maybe periwinkle even and that color is so calming and beautifully nostaligic to me so no matter what this was worth it to write.

This whole post is a pretty periwinkle.

I have less than two hours left before I can leave the college campus today and the irony is, writing this has distracted me from my workload that I lost focus on about 5 minutes in. Nonetheless, I sat and wrote this post through in one sitting. Hmmm. Life is strange.

Do you struggle with focus and does anything I say make sense?

I hope you are having a periwinkle day.

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If it’s going to be Spring outside in October, I will embrace it with a floral dress and a smile while it’s here. 🙂

Love,

Molly Marie 🙂

Week Color some sort of Green

Hi world friends,

September 26, 2018

I hope you’re happy as per usual I hope blessings are being given to you and you’re making your way through the week with a positive outlook on your journey.

My week is some sort of green. Green has always signified an adventurous state to me. Whether the green in question is dark like Army green or popping such as a lime, or sweet like a fresh mint treat, green means to me….adventure.

Adventure can be anything you make up in your mind to let it be. I’m not saying it has to be some extravagant journey to a foreign land that you made spontaneously one evening wih your pet pig after realizing at 1:00 A.M. in the morning you felt like taking to the Scotland hillside and feeling the relaxing rain drizzle on your head.

Although, it most definitely can be.

Adventure can also mean thee great ‘ole adventure of life. Where we are going, what we are pursuing, and our daily schedules and the little bits and pieces that come with living like finding a new diner who has the tastiest sweet potato fries in the whole county, or becoming friends with a co worker you never thought would make such an impact upon your life not long after you met.

These are most magical and memorable forms of the word adventure, but the adventure I’m talking about today is the adventure of where I’m finally learning to care about myself, Molly Marie, psst that’s me.

You see, there have surely been other times in my life and so forth where I’ve lost myself. There have surely been times I’ve fallen into a deep saddened state and found myself unsure of the next move. Yet, in my 19 years, once I graduated high school, the first year out, I realized my life was taking on a new beginning, and right away even though I was filled with excitement and that word adventure was looming close, I became more lost than ever.

Last fall I started a job which I’m sure you all heard me mention before if you’ve read any of my blog posts previous. The job was a most gracious opportunity. By the time I quit, I was being paid $14.76 an hour, 40 hours a week, for sitting in a cubicle, of which I decorated in the most lovely space and unicorn theme yet, helping the older folks with their insurance needs. I didn’t mind talking to people on the phone, I love helping people. I didn’t mind the office setting. I loved my co workers, there were always events and free cake being given away and I went on walks around the hospital and felt fancy with my little badge that opened doors, and I was only 18 at the start, 19 at the end. I felt like I was doing good, saving money for whatever adventure I would embark on soon, knowing I had excitement up ahead for me.

Well that mentality of hope got me through potentially the most painful year I’ve had. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to describe it in words. I lost myself, not completely, but in a way where I wasn’t sure what thoughts I even truly believed anymore and what thoughts were mine.

I didn’t care about myself much. I only cared about everyone else and not everyone else who I wish I cared more about.

I was not busy pursuing passion last year for one thing. I was working an office job, yes I had voice lessons and yes I did do do community theatre which is great, yes.

I was trying to maintain my health and fitness because I was full force trying to get my fitness certification.

I had knew deep in my heart that I wanted to keep pushing myself, growing, learning and working on myself, but I danced around it and never fully cared like I wish I did.

Though I pushed my passions to the wayside slowly.

I only cared about trying to take care of everyone surrounding my world.

I wasn’t busy enough working on myself and caring for myself that I found myself being the vulnerable woman I am more so than ever in every situation I came across which I will hopefully describe in future writings soon, I knowingly pretended to be unknowing so often because I was trying to make myself believe most everything was not what some may say reality was, I didn’t care what was happening in my life, only my friends, my family’s, my work life, or wherever I was, or at least not nearly as much, when I should have cared.

The thing is though, I wouldn’t change my vulnerability, I wouldn’t change how I trust so much and I wouldn’t change the fact that I care about people the way I do.

I did come to realize, I had an epiphany, (one of many, but this one seems accurate) that I can indeed be all those things, and feel those ways without losing myself and losing my soft heart, however.

I never wanted to be hardened. Growing up I never understood in church why forgiving was often talked about as being a hard thing. I forgive people so quickly and easily I at one point thought it was my downfall because I would let myself be taken advantage of, or lied to, or be a part of hurtful situations because I don’t hold onto anger.

I had one friend who I can picture in my mind easily, who I forgave probably every single time I hung out with them just hoping that the next time I saw them or spoke to them that they would be sweeter and they’d be okay and dandy doo and things would be like I hoped they’d be in my mind, authentic and a no doubt easy going forever friendship.

I forgive so quickly I forget to remember what I will and will not put up with that I start losing myself before I’m able to grasp what’s happening and I keep falling and failing until my wake up call hits.

What is a wake up call to you? I’ve had many. I’m easily affected by my other people, particularly other people that I feel emotionally hurting for, people that are getting into my head or heart, or that I find exceptionally strange, and I don’t get it. Every single person on earth fits into that list I just made… every single human.

Basically I enjoy the company of other people and that means everyone. Even the people that really just cause me pain. It can be small circumstances too, such as a work situation that upsets me, but I still wanna make that co worker feel good and care about me like I do them.

There is nothing wrong with caring, but you just have to care about yourself too.

All in all, the fact that I’m finally caring about myself stemmed from me forcing myself to do what I wanted to do. And now I am. There’s a whole lot of adventure folks and I shall talk to you soon.

Remember, God loves you so much he created you.

Have a fabulous night.

Here is a photo capturing one aspect of adventure in my life right now. The city, I love it.

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Love,

Molly Marie 🙂

Honestly, Who cares? & Why I Love Fall

Howdy pals,

It’s now officially fall. Fall is important.

Saying Fall is important and neglecting to say any other season is important is unimportant. Every season is important yet I’m going to focus on our current Autumn time here, why, because it makes sense to our surroundings y’all.

Honestly, I could really stop explaining myself so much. If people understand me they do, and if they don’t, so what? I feel I sometimes am wasting precious moments taking time to explain my thoughts when it is unnecessary at times.

Oh well.

We move forward.

Write rather.

Well… type.

Deep within me, whenever the days begin getting shorter and the days get colder, I do find a little bit of fear. Wow, me have fear? Isn’t that astonishing… ;). The fear comes from the lack of sun I receive usually ends up in making me feel some sort of sadness. I get fretful of this feeling because I don’t have anyway to control this besides continuing to push through and try to get that sunshine the most I can. I am not sure if there’s another reason depression lingers on my heart and in my mind during the fall and winter months, but I’m saying it here right now, I’m determined to try and stop it in it’s tracks this year…

because,

I have way too many hopes, goals, and excitement coming my way, and prayers I’ve been praying to guide the way that I can’t let myself stay down. I just can’t let myself. It’s hard because you can’t alwys control your surroundings, but you can control your outlook.

I have been told I look at the world through rose colored glasses. Yes I do. Does it put me into problems? Sure. Does it hurt my heart sometimes? You bet. Does it cause me to sadness? Oh yes.

Nonethless,

I wouldn’t change a thing about my perspective on being darn positive. I love life, I love experiences and I think every heartache is laced with beautiful moments. When I’m feeling a great sorrow sometimes I fall into the trap of thinking sometimes the most beautiful moments are laced with heartache, but that’s backwards. The first thought was correct. For me, at least.

The first thought was more positive.

I get so upset when I feel people aren’t taking me seriously. Yeah, I care what people think when it comes to how they treat or respect me. I’ve constantly received the “oh so innocent, oh how adorable and oh Molly you’re just always giggly” type of statements. It always gave me a little smile knowing I stayed true to myself, but sometimes it’s hurts, because I feel people don’t think I’m valid when it comes to anything that’s not sunshine and smiles….

Or they don’t know how to take me or view me. Which is fine. I’m a little much once in a while, I’m a little bit silly, actually a whole lot silly, but I’m also aware of my surroundings and aware of when and when it is not the right time to speak, or react or act. I’m getting better and better at speaking up for myself, and hopefully others, as well as when to stay silent. Who cares what other people think, half the time it doesn’t matter anyway going forward.

What does this have to do with my love of Fall?

Ironically, you may think Spring is the time for new beginnings, though I think Fall can be too.

Yeah, I know, it’s getting cold and leaves are falling, but how beautiful are the changes being made in nature?

Quite.

Changes are being made in my life constantly, and I try to make those changes beautiful by looking at them wih my outlook, and that outlook of hope and cheer has brought me this far and kept me alive. I don’t see why I should back down because I’ve had heartaches stem from it.

You can always get back up again.

Leaves change color, fall to the grass, but always grow back.

We change, we sometimes fall, BUT with God and the strength he propels in ya, we can ALWAYS get back up.

Fall is not a time to fall, but a time to be beautiful like every season. It may be harder to stay strong from falling, but think of the beautiful mustering strength within you keeping you up.

God is good.

Of course I also love fall because of Halloween and Thanksgiving, and chilly days full of clouds and thunderstorms and pumpkin pie. I love cozy flannels and soft sweaters and creepy or eerie nights and bonfires with s’mores, but I love Fall because I always feel a new found confidence gearing me up to stay out of the depths of sadness, and remember what beautiful changes are within me that can and WILL be occurring if I let them and not care how people view me. If people don’t take me seriously, who cares?

My motto may be who cares these days, and I worry that seems so insensitive, but…

who cares?

Happy day.

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I can finally wear warm flannels, y’all, and yeah it doesn’t make sense to wear a mini skirt if I’m also wearing tall boots along with a warm shirt to…in fact, stay warm, but who cares? 😉 🙂

Love,

Molly Marie 🙂