How Things Have Been
Different, very different. But okay, more than okay.
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A Wedding in July
I love weddings – I really, really do.
Read MoreChronic.
On finding a middle ground between not bad and bad enough and some other things called self love.
Read MoreThese will all be stories one day.
These will all be stories one day and I know half of them we have no control over, but for the one’s we do – what do we want them to say?
Read MoreTowards what?
Never before in twenty-two years have I had this much freedom, this much responsibility, and an infinite amount of options all of which are like blank envelopes and being forced to decide which one to open.
Read MoreRocky.
I love rock beaches, cliff edges, and mountains. I love things rocky. But when it comes to myself – my emotions – seasons of my life, I wish it was all smooth.
Read MoreOne Week Today.
I don’t know what’s going to happen in Europe, I don’t know if a window will be opened for me, and I certainly have no idea how it’s going to feel and what I’m going to do when I come back but I can tell you with confidence that I am incredibly nervous, and beyond excited, for whatever this near future holds.
Read MoreMy mom calls it Eden.
I did about as much growing up here as I did anywhere else but when places like the house I grew up in became suffocating the cottage was always a refuge. Never quite tarnished no matter what happened up here, the cottage was safety and security, and even when it wasn’t, it was peaceful.
Read MoreYour twenties is for stumbling around in the dark and staring at stars.
We’re all just trying to get around with the lights off.
Read More22.
I am sick of you’ll be fine’s, as if I don’t already know I will, and I am walking with arms wide open even if sometimes my palms are sweaty or my fists are clenched.
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Love, Ashley. 