There are two kinds of people in the world. There are lyric people and music people. You know, the lyrics people tend to be analytical. You know, all about the meaning of the song. They're the ones you see with the CD insert out like 5 minutes after buying it, pouring over the lyrics, interpreting the hell out of everything. Um, then there’s the music people, like Brooke. Who could care less for the lyrics as long as It’s just got like a good beat and you could dance to it. I don’t know, sometimes it might be easier to be a music girl and not a lyric girl. But since I’m not, let me just say this. Sometimes things find you when you need them to find you, I believe that. And for me it’s usually song lyrics.

I am 23 years old, married and a homeowner, but so much more than that. A dreamer and a planner, a woman just starting to feel 'grown up' while learning to live life with an invisible illness and a touch of obsessive behavior. My heart aches for the day I will be called mommy. My heart was tugged away from a degree in psychology to a calling as a labor doula. I am truly blessed to hold space for these women. I am happy now. I am home now.

I make no apologies for my thoughts or my opinions. I am who I am, take it or leave.