October 24: Did she just say yes?

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To scoring that date…

I think first dates introduce high stakes of pride and project. pride as you present your considerably best self, and Project in the fact that every 60 year wedding anniversary was once sitting nervously at this table. The good news is that love is picky with what senses it chooses in these defining minutes. Love is infamous for not hearing a majority of what you are about to say but masters the touch of letting you know when the right moments make you feel.

October 23: Be a Ballerina

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To embracing a year of challenges, adventures, and change…

This year, I moved across state lines, changed jobs, left friends, learned to trust the good and wholeheartedly forgave the bad. I have felt the pokes of fait as it has become one of my most seriously consistent companions. Therefore, as look to my future, I am confident how I must approach the endless bouts and qualms that life entails. Rather than being remembered as someone who rolled with the punches, I want to celebrated as the one who danced with them instead. So, here’s to you 2020- let’s tango.

October 22: French Braids and Pig Tails are cute in any season

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To the things we can’t explain…

LEAVES ON THE GROUND DON’T SYMBOLIZE A TREE’S FAILURE BUT INSTEAD, SERVE AS A REMINDER THAT IT WAS TIME FOR A NEW HAIRCUT. AS WE PUT OUR COMPLETE FAITH INTO THE HANDS OF THE UNKNOWN STYLIST, WE MUST ADMIT THAT WE ARE ALWAYS IN AWE OF WHAT SHE DOES. THANK YOU, MOTHER NATURE, FOR TELLING ME WHAT I NEEDED TO HEAR WITHOUT EVER SAYING A THING.

October 21: The Migrating Herd

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To knowing you’re more than just one in the crowd…

Pow! Not at you, but for you. Everyone has heard the start for today’s race as they finally set off to this battle across peaks and valleys. The crowd with unknown motivations and a common lust for adventure gathers here with you, shoulder to shoulder. Whether you are in the first half, or a minute behind: whether you have run plenty of marathons or this is your first, everyone is here because they qualified. Some people push, some people cheer, and some people act as though they are the only one on the street. You may not know what the crowd sees, but when you cross the finish line, your face will be remembered by passersbys. Settle into your pace and find your speed because this is defiantly not a sprint. You run this life; not the other way around.