The Story of My Life

This month I will be participating in the Blog Every Day in May challenge. I'm hoping it will help get me back in the groove. Wish me luck!

Day 1, Wednesday: The story of your life in 250 words or less (or one paragraph... no one will be counting your words... probably)

Most of my readers know my story – the one that started when I started this blog, but I suppose the first 22 years haven't been touched on much!

I was born in the morning on a day in mid May of 1989. I joined too older sisters, and my younger brother followed 19 months later. My parents were (and still are) crazy in love and showed me that marriage is beautiful yet hard, and so very worth it. We lived in a faux small town in West Michigan where I graduated with over 700 people. If you screwed up, the whole town knew about it within 2 days. Growing up, I was sassy and outspoken. I was once seen stomping around our backyard, alone, carrying a book and saying “this is MY book, this will never be your book, it will always be my book.” (remember the part of that story where I said I was alone?) I didn't really come into my own until college. Those first 18 years I managed. I attempted to be good at EVERY sport, but my lack of coordination and short attention span for being competitive made it a “just for fun” activity. I spent high school singing in the choir and following around my boyfriend. After “the worst break up ever” high school was over for me (too bad that was when I was 16). I just wanted a fresh start and longed to move away. College years were spent at the best place on Earth, MSU. I could fill up an infinite amount of pages with words about the friendships, bad decisions, and times to remember from college. It all went by so fast! The biggest lesson I learned in that time is that you don't always get to choose or plan. That lesson has more than led me to today. I couldn't be happier with this life of mine!

Okay, so I went over (because I know you all counted!) It's kind of strange to see your “story” summed up into one little paragraph... what's your story?  

If You Really Knew Me

These posts have been floating around the blog-o-verse for a few weeks now and I couldn't help but decide to join in! 

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If you really knew me... ... you would know that I'm a talker, but a listener too. ... you would know that I hate to be home alone. I would rather go do something I don't feel like doing than sit at home (let alone sleep at home) alone! ... you would know I've never spent a night alone with Jack. If John has gone out of town, I flee to my parent's house or beg my sister to come and stay!  ... you would know that I used to be a sucker for "project" relationships/friendships.  ... you would know that I love to sing but have terrible stage fright. ... you would know that I haven't gone a day without wearing something pink in 10 years (even if it's just my underwear)
... you would know that I have a lot of anxiety, and cope with it by talking things out, strategizing, making lists, and planning ... you would know that politics make me REALLY anxious, so I don't often pay as close attention as I should ... you would know that I'm stubborn to a fault but more loyal than most ... you would know that when I told my in-laws I was the quietest person in my family they audibly gasped. I am far from quiet. My family is just really loud.
... you would know that I often avoid seeing people from high school because I feel like no one let me grow up past who I was when I was 16. I do this less often now because I feel less like I have anything to prove.  ... you would know that I love to be silly and laughing is my favorite.