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This post has been a long time coming; I feel like I haven’t blogged in forever (probably because I haven’t). I even gave up my old domain and have been itching to get it back, but I’m going to save myself some cash money right now and stick to the good ole OG WordPress here. I really don’t even know where to begin with this post, so I guess I’ll give a brief synopsis (that might be a lie) of what’s going on as of late and I can let you all decide what you’d like to hear about, or if I should keep a cork in it. I share nuggets of my life on Instagram, which I super enjoy doing, but not everyone is down to read or scroll through a novel of a damn caption which I tend to write more often than not, so I figure this blog will be a good outlet like it used to be for me to do spew my word vomit.

If you don’t know who I am, hi, I’m Meg. I’ve been blogging since 2008 when I was in my second year of college. I have since graduated (duh) and I am in denial that I am actually two months away from being 27 years old. I like to think of it as being 21 with 6 years’ experience, you feel me? Within the past year my life has been a whirlwind. Like, Missy Elliot definitely put my thang down, flipped it and reversed it. And yes, it was worth it. I was going through a really rough period of time almost  two years ago around this time, due to a job that I let rob me of my life (almost literally..) which I was open about and acknowledged how much I needed to get my sh!t back together. Shortly after, I was blindsided that January with a lay off. Yep, I got laid off from my job and it sucked as much as it sounds like it does lol. But honestly, I don’t look back in shame, because only a couple of months after that did I realize that it was without a doubt one of biggest blessings that’s ever happened to me in this life so far. I praise God every day for closing that door and opening up a thousand more for me. I started job hunting while simultaneously picking up hours at Whole Foods where I had already worked on the weekends for extra money and for enjoyment. I have my dad to thank for being incredibly supportive of me during this time and every moment of my life, really. I am blown away with the amount of love, guidance and intelligence that my dad possesses. I finally found a full time job and it made me realize how inauthentic I had let myself become. I made changes, sacrifices, took some really freaking hard feedback and finally took responsibility for my life. No more feeling sorry for myself, no more looking to the past to give an excuse for the way I was treating my body, myself and more importantly, the way I was treating others. You were put on this earth for a purpose, grab your life by the balls, homie, and start living that way. Allow yourself to see the world at a different angle, have perspective and count your damn blessings. The older I get, the more I realize how much material things do not matter. Genuine, loving relationships become the vibrant centerpiece of your life. I have an army of beautiful, sparkling and soul-rich friends and family that I’d be more than happy to show off and a passport full of stamps that I can speak many adventures and experiences to. I understand wanting to show off your material things, but how much does that really matter in the grand scheme of things? Are you going to reach out to your car or your fancy purse when you get laid off or are in a really emotionally tough situation? Are you going to rely on your six-pack abs to comfort you when you’re sick or a family member is sick? Sure, I love nice things on occasion and I do enjoy being proud of my body, but that pride has to have it’s limits.

Recently I’ve begun an even newer chapter in my life. In the beginning of the month I worked my last shift at my job and am now self-employed, I also moved into a brand new city and lit my first candle in my room today, big deal for me because I didn’t burn the house down. If anyone wants to bring me a prize for my accomplishment that’s cool. It was a huge jump for me to make, but the encouragement and growth that I’ve experienced at the job I left and outside of it in my social life has given me the courage and confidence to do so. I am at peace with my decision and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t so freaking excited about it and the experiences and lessons I’ll be learning. It’s kind of like diving into a pool for the first time; you know it’s going to be cold, but once you take the jump, pick your bathingsuit bottoms out of your asscrack, the water warms up and you can enjoy your little float. Anyways, brief synopsis was totally a lie. I’m going to stop here and I’ll venture on later.

Any post requests – throw em at me! I’ll ask on my Instagram as well. Anything ranging from fitness, to skin care, or just life stuff, I’m down to share. I am an open book. Talk to you soon!