Puppy Profile: Meet Bruschi

One of my resolutions for the New Year (19 Goals and Resolutions for 2019) was to practice photography with my new camera. I felt there was no better way to do this than by doing a puppy photoshoot to introduce you all to a new family member. On December 29th, 2018, my family welcomed a new puppy into the family.


Name: Bruschi

Breed: Shi-poo (shitzu and toy poodle mix)

Born: October 22, 2018.

Hobbies/Favorite Past times:

bruschi sleeping

Napping to Disney music,


Cuddling with his family members,


And playing with his best pal, Buddy.




19 Goals and Resolutions for 2019

I am a strong believer in starting over at any time of the year, not just the New Year. However, I always make the effort to jot down a list of resolutions and goals for the New Year that I can refer to and reflect on throughout the year. This year, I made a point of writing what to do rather than what not to do. I think using positive wording is one step towards a positive mindset.

So, without further ado, here are 19 goals for 2019 (in no particular order) :

  1. Read as many books as you’d like. I think at the end of every year, I collect and purchase many books, and only read a small portion of them. I have a goal of using down time for a free read of my choice.
  2. Stick to working out 3-4 times a week and include yoga in your workouts. One positive part of my 2018 was the fitness plan I established. I had a few moments of laziness or sickness, but I pushed through and worked out three to four times a week to feel good, both physically and mentally.
  3. Eat balanced. One takeaway from 2018 was eating too much junk took a toll on my health and mood. I also realized that eating very healthy all the time caused issues when I went to treat myself on the occasion. My goal for this year is to eat healthy, balanced meals and treating myself enough to prevent issues.
  4. Practice French. This might seem very random to some, but I am studying French in college. With this spring being my last semester taking the language, I’ve set a goal to continue practicing it, rather than toss all my knowledge away.
  5. Practice photography, videography, and editing. 2018 challenged me a lot in my field of study. As a Digital Media minor, I am learning skills in filming and editing video. For 2019, I invested in a Canon T6 Rebel and am planning to practice these skills.
  6. Create blog post editorial calendar. I am so tired of saying I am going to post more in every post I write. For 2019, I am going to plan and write blog posts ahead of time and schedule them using an editorial calendar. IT IS TIME.
  7. Write more. Maybe start a bullet journal? This goes along with the previous post. I love to write. I used to write daily, but now I barely take the time. This year, I’m changing that. Also, should I start a bullet journal? If you have, please comment below if you recommend it.
  8. Study up on screenwriting and play writing. I am taking a screenwriting class this semester and I am very excited to write for film or television. I plan to read two books I’ve purchased on screenwriting and play writing this year.
  9. Continue acting and singing. Do some shows. Performing is one of my favorite forms of expression and I cannot wait to be a part of more performances this year.
  10. If you’re passionate about it, go for it. This goes for all things. I sometimes let negative thoughts prevent me from trying for a role or a job, or even a new hobby. This year, I’m gonna go for it.
  11. Go out of your comfort zone. I still let anxiety and fear prevent me from doing things that make me uncomfortable. This includes being in rooms of people I don’t know, public speaking, doing activities I am not good at, or even talking on the phone. I no longer want to hold myself back from growing as an adult.
  12. Stay at peace with family and friends. I love being close to my family and friends and I want to express my appreciation for them and all the support they’ve offered me. Sometimes stress causes me to be easily agitated and I take it out on loved ones. My goal is to prevent this and practice having patience.
  13. PRAY MORE. Enough said.
  14. Recall one moment of gratitude from each day. Even the worst of days have at least one moment of happiness. Reflecting on these moments, no matter how small, will help keep a positive outlook.
  15. Take time away from your phone and make time for your loved ones. I spend so much time on my phone and not enough time looking up. I don’t mind doing this when no one’s around, but when I’m in a room full of people, or with a friend, I don’t want to be on my phone.
  16. Don’t wear yourself too thin. Learn to say no to things that overwhelm you. Learn to say yes to things that will help you grow. A strength and weakness I have is that I take on many tasks at once. This has helped me multitask and develop valuable time management skills, but it has caused high amounts of stress. I need to take care of my mental health and say yes to only the tasks that will help me grow.
  17. Explore your surroundings. Do local sight-seeing. As a college student on a budget, I want to travel, but know it’s not easy on the wallet. 2018 showed me that there’s a lot of close-by places I’ve never seen or explored. I want to see more this year.
  18. Plan another 5K and run some more 5K’s. I am excited to plan for another annual Roger A. Cote Run for Courage. Last year, I ran this race for the first time. This year, I will run again and run some more events that raise money for good causes.
  19. Graduate 🙂 In 2018, I found out that I am ahead enough credits to graduate in the fall, if I plan accordingly. So, if all goes well, I will be a college graduate by the end of 2019. Wish me luck!

2018-abstract-art-285173.jpgSo here are all my goals for the New Year. There’s no doubt there will be times I fall short of these goals or have lazy days, but there’s no rule saying that you can’t start over at any time. Let’s make 2019 a great one.

Happy New Year!


November Gratitude

Every year, I have a goal of doing a gratitude journal for the month of November. With the weeks leading to Thanksgiving, I have attempted to mark at least three things I am grateful for throughout the day. I typically only last a couple weeks.

This year, I am trying again. Only this time, I hope to make this a daily habit. I think it is important to see the good in every day, even the worst ones.

Today was a long day. It was a day of trial and error. It was one of those days where finding myself in my home after being out all day felt especially comforting and safe. But, despite all of the obstacles I faced today, I found somethings to be grateful for.

  1. For a video project I’m working on, I witnessed my first Special Olympics game. I am touched by the smiles, support, and teamwork I experienced from the teams today.
  2. Today was cold. I am grateful for the comfort of a hot cup of tea on a cold day.
  3. As I write this post, my youngest sister is asking Alexa to play miscellaneous songs for her to interpretive dance to. This is her way of making me laugh. It’s working…even with her Miranda sings voice impersonation.

Just writing these things has allowed my mind to process my day and slow down my thoughts. Today had its hardships, but it had its highlights too. There’s always something to be grateful for.

The Picture

I’ve thought a lot about writing lately. It’s something I used to do so often and it saddens me that I don’t practice this skill more on my free time.

I used to write a lot of poetry, especially as a teenager. However, when I was younger, I used to write stories. Often fictional, these stories were written to humor or to entertain. When I started writing papers in high school, my teacher told me when writing non-fiction, I had to write more seriously. Her exact words were “Hayley, you are a great writer, but you have to write more..well..boring.”

I tried to practice this. But somewhere along the road, I began to take true personal stories and write them as if they were a work of fiction. I told my stories in the same lens I would use if I were writing one of the fictional stories I wrote in my childhood. I didn’t want someone to read my work and yawn. I wanted them to feel as though I was there with them, telling them the story conversationally. It stuck.

The reason I am telling you all about this is because today is the anniversary of my Grammy’s passing and I have a story to tell about the last memory I have with her. It is titled, “The Picture.” It goes like this:

I was greeted by my aunt’s somber face as I walked through the front door of her home-turned-hospice. “She’s not having a good day today, sadly. She’s in a lot of pain.” Nodding, I braced myself for the tough scene I was about to find myself in. I walked through the doorway, said hello to my Grandpa, and saw her. My Grammy lay in bed, her skin tinted purple from the neck down. She lay on her side, unable to speak much, but aware of her surroundings. A slide show of family photos played on the tv. I said hello and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. She tried to smile. As I leaned over her I saw she was eating a lollipop. She barely had an appetite, but it didn’t stop her sweet tooth. As she watched the slideshow, I said “I have one with me.” I reached in my purse and slid out the photo I had been keeping in there for weeks. It was of the two of us: I was about one or two years old and I sat on her lap, pacifier in mouth, pink footed pajamas. Her mouth was slightly agape, probably mid-song. I handed it to her. She grasped it and looked at it with an intense focus. Although her mouth could not form the expression, her eyes smiled. This was how I left her, lollipop in one hand, our picture in the other, her eyes sparkling.

A day or two after that, my Grammy slipped into a coma. A week later, she passed away. That week and the days that followed are hard memories to bring back. The little moments shared with my cousins and family made the pain bearable: The tally of how many life saver mints were eaten between the six of us grandchildren sitting in the funeral home lobby, the awkwardly loud laughs following the stories of my aunt, uncles’, and father’s childhood with my Grammy and Grandpa. But the moment I take with me always is what I walked into at that wake. My aunt stopped me before I walked into the viewing room, “I’m so sorry Hayley. I knew you and her were like this.” She crossed her fingers, an expression of closeness. “Hayley, I have something for you. She was holding this when she passed away.” I looked down at the item in her hands: a little girl in pink pajamas and a pacifier stared at the camera, her role model holding her, mouth slightly open in mid-song. It was slightly sticky with green apple lollipop. I smiled and I took the picture, our picture, from her hands. “Thank you.”


Five years later, I slipped the same picture into a pocket inside my costume, located right near my heart, and stepped onto the North Shore Music Theatre stage and performed for my Grammy, and for all other people affected by cancer. In a few weeks, I will do this again in another show with Voices of Hope Boston, an organization that has enabled me to perform in memory of my Grammy and to help raise money towards cancer research. I will continue to do this with our picture held against my heart, forever my angel.

The Ball: A Little Story with a Huge Message

One of my favorite quotes from The Office was said by Pam in the finale. When reflecting on her years working at the paper company, she sums it up by saying “There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that the point?”. I think about this quote a lot in my daily life. I’ve learned that when you take a moment out of your day to just find something good, and hold onto it, then you can never truly have a bad day.

This week has been a heat wave and my family has been at camp all week. We’ve been spending the days at the lake, exhausted by the sun, but soaking up the most of our vacation. Fourth of July has always been a very special day in my family. We traditionally spent the day at our camp, and have been doing so since my mom was growing up and camping with my grandparents. So it’s no surprise that we tried our best to ignore the excruciating heat and just focused on spending the holiday surrounded by the people we love.

Sunset at Winnisquam Lake

And then the day after the Fourth happens and everyone is tired from the heat and the late nights. The excitement of the previous day has died down and the lake day seems quiet. I look out into the water and see an autistic boy, who was playing ball with his sister, has thrown the ball over the line separating the swimming area from the boating area. I see his sister try to swim over to it, but the wind keeps carrying the ball further and further away. Two other members of his party dive in and start to swim out towards the ball- a very dangerous mission since many boats were out. I look around, the entire beach is watching. They need to swim back in. They’re going to get hurt. Just let the ball go and get him a new one.

My heart warmed as I saw an older gentleman grab one of his own beach balls and bring it over to the boy. As we watched the scene unfold, my aunt and I somehow knew that, as kind as that offer was, the boy wanted his ball back. At this time, the two members of his family started to swim back in. The ball was too far out for them to retrieve it. They all sat on the dock disappointed.

Time passed when a couple on a jet ski drove by our camp, carrying a large beach ball in their arms. They threw it out to the dock. Is this anyone’s? We found it out there. The entire camp beach cheered as we watched the boy tread through the water towards the ball, smile illuminating his face. “My BALL! Did you see??? They found my BALL!!”

Maybe it was the exhaustion of the day, but my eyes began to tear up. But I don’t think it was exhaustion. There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that the point?

Stay Connected

It took me a while to choose just what I wanted to share as my first post since my absence on this blog. I wanted to give you all a recap of what I’ve been doing since I’ve last written, but it hit me that this all can be wrapped up in one big lesson I have learned recently.

I remember when I graduated high school, I told myself I wasn’t going to college to make friends or meet people. I was so content in my small town lifestyle with my circle of friends that I felt I didn’t need to branch out. As I wrap up my sophomore year of college, I realize how wrong I was to go into school with this mindset. Making connections with people is one of life’s greatest treasures.

When I say connections, I don’t mean business or career related, although sometimes that is part of the experience. What I mean is meeting new people and listening to them, learning about their life, and growing or getting to know a person. It can be as simple as saying hi to a passerby or as big as sitting next to someone in a class and making conversation that overtime develops into a friendship.

I used to use shy as an excuse to avoid confrontation. Sometimes, I still do. (Just ask my uncle, who had to coach me into making an important phone call not too long ago.) But “shy” made me miss out on experiencing lives aside from my own. People were put on this earth to connect and interact with each other. We aren’t here to make it on our own. We need each other to survive.

In fact, I’ve learned so much about myself by connecting with others. Staying connected with other people and building companionship’s has made me a more confident individual. It has given me the courage to approach people, to say hi to a passerby, or good morning to my neighbor before I hit the road.

When I began this blog, I wrote a lot about coping with anxiety. I know for many people, situations that involve interacting with others are rather nerve-racking. I have been that person who hesitated to order food, or chose to work independently for a group-optional assignment simply because I feared it. I think there’s always this voice in our head holding us back from speaking up because it tells us that we’re going to embarrass ourselves or that we won’t be liked or accepted. Over the years, I’ve realized that there’s absolutely no way to know whether this voice is true (and it isn’t) if we don’t try. Part of coping with anxiety is to accept your negative thoughts and say “no thanks, I think I’ll live my life today. I think I’ll speak, I think I’ll smile, I think I’ll interact.”

I have to thank Theatre for the connections I’ve made. It’s so easy to offer a smile, or a few words of encouragement, or simply a “hello, how was your day?” to a cast mate. The next thing you know, you’ll have a routine of sitting next to the same person every music rehearsal.

I also have to thank the community. Through the fundraising efforts my family puts forth each year we hold a 5K race, we continue to meet other fundraising groups all working towards different causes and we connect and support each other. I’ve heard stories of heroes everywhere of all shapes and sizes. It’s truly inspiring to see the legacy they leave behind in their families, friends, and supporters.

If I could go back, I don’t think I would tell incoming college Freshman Hayley to “make connections.” The magic comes from not knowing what’s in store for you. I don’t think I’d be writing this post right now if I went into life fully prepared to see how wonderful it can be to meet and experience others. I think I needed to grow and to know that I was wrong to think I couldn’t go beyond my comfort zone. To the people reading this who look down at their phones to avoid confrontation (believe me I have been there and will often still do this): I know it may seem like you’re fine in your own circle. Maybe you don’t need to meet new people, or make small talk. But maybe that person next to you in the elevator seeing you look down and avoid their gaze is in need of a smile. Maybe they’re looking down at their phone too, hoping to find something or someone to keep them connected with the world. Offer your smile, or a kind hello, you never know when you can be someone’s hero.

I Got Lost

Last night I got lost. It’s nothing new for me, I tend to get lost often. GPS’s are not my friend, yet I rely so heavily on them. But, anyway, my friend and I left a studio in an unfamiliar part of the state and were on our way to pick up pizza at a place ten minutes away. Her eyes were on the road and mine on the maps app until we reached a familiar part of town. From there, my friend found her way to the pizza place, but the GPS kept insisting for us to go another way. It took us past the place and stopped at a random address. Frustrated, we went back to the pizza place and got our order, ready to bring pizza back to our friends at the studio. The GPS took us in several weird direction, south when we should be going north, north when we should be heading south, onto a highway, off the highway. Finally, when we thought we’d reached our breaking point, we were on a slow, but correct path to our destination. Because of how much time we had before we got back, we took a slice of pizza each, folded it, and ate and talked and laughed our friend called asking if we were alright. We had left an hour earlier.

You’d think from the times I have been lost, I’d have grown accustomed to it, but I can’t say I have. Before getting lost, we were discussing the just okay, average day we had. Then, in the moment, we were both stressed, a little scared, and very frustrated with the piece of technology we rely on so much to find our way. After the moment, we laughed. We laughed for many reasons: we turned ten minutes into an hour, we were going to have to explain the missing slices of pizza, and we decided to answer our friend’s worried phone call calmly, as if nothing had even happened. We laughed out of relief. But it was also the sort of laughter you have that is half relief and half release. Because the day was just meh and not very eventful, just a little stressful, but then we got lost.

I think there are moments when we need to get lost. Sometimes the days become so predictable: same order, same routine. It can make you exhausted. It can make you forget what it’s like to have disorder. Then you get lost and once your way back, you remember why you were even there to begin with. There’s this quote from one of my favorite movies that says “sometimes you have to be lost to find the places that can’t be found”. And I believe it.

Do you?


Handling a Rough Start

In preparation for the new year, I read through old blog posts and found that I missed the motivation I had at the very beginning of it all. Everything was fresh and new: this page was a clean slate ready to be carved into. I guess, as time passed, I found myself getting lazy and lacking new material to give my readers. But I felt January 1st, 2018 would be the perfect day to start a new beginning for this blog.

However, January 1st marked the beginning of a troubling time for my family and I. On the first morning of 2018, my grandmother was brought to the hospital, unable to move and in a state of confusion. This brought a week of hospital visits, which led to a week of rehab visits. In between visits to the rehab, came visits to new assisted livings and then a rushed move from an independent living apartment to an assisted living apartment. Then, thank Heavens, came my grandmother’s release from rehab and her settling into a safe, new home. All the while, obstacles seemed to be placed in our path. My father had a close call after a doctor’s appointment revealed the pain he was feeling in his calf was caused by blood clots. Thankfully, antibiotics and rest has him on the path to recovery. My mother also had an injury affecting her movement. So, in short, despite my New Year’s Eve expectations, 2018 didn’t really begin on the right foot…

I think life has its standstills and a little push or pull is all that’s needed to put you in gear. Sometimes this push or pull is caused by tragedy. It’s a little scare that makes you reflect on life, realize it’s too short, and push yourself to stop dreaming and just do. This week, I discovered my grandmother had this moment happen to her. Going through her things, I came across a book called “Questions for Your Grandchildren.” Inside were answers about my family, my grandmother’s life, how she met my grandfather, everything. But what hit me the most was that she started filling out this book the day after my great-great aunt had been buried. A tragedy is what motivated her to keep going. She realized That life was too short and she wanted her grandkids to know her story. So she picked up the pen.

My grandmother didn’t start filling in this book the day she got it. It took time for her to find the motivation. Then she began. The New Year is all about starting over the first day of the year and trying to stick through it for 365 days. I think that’s a great time to start- right from the beginning. But the funny thing about beginnings, is they can start at anytime.

18 days later, and I’m making my start. It may have been a rocky beginning, but once you get past the rocks, you find smooth ground.Hat: Forever 21; Sweater: The Loft;

You don’t have to wait for a new year to make change, you can start at anytime.

Let’s start today,


20 Things I’ve Learned By 20

In the movie Stuck in Love, author and father Bill tells his son Rusty “By the age of 18, a writer has experienced enough to write his first novel.” Today I turn twenty. I have much to learn and to experience, but I think at the age of two decades I can reflect on some of the truths I’ve discovered along this path to adulthood.

1. Everything  happens for a reason.

Now this is what everyone tells you when something goes wrong and my immediate reaction is “yup, okay, but why???” And every time I asked this, I received an answer over the course of time. 

2. Allow a creative thought to unfold.

I remember in 6th grade I had to answer the question when do you use fractions in your life? And everyone went around sharing and I said “tabs on Microsoft word.” The room fell quiet and my teacher just said “You’re an out-of-the-box thinker aren’t you?” Yes, yes I am.

3. Your family should be your best friends.

I’ve grown up always enjoying the company of my family. For me, there was nothing more entertaining than having a big family gathering and hearing old stories, laughing, and eating massive amounts of food. Still to this day, I cherish that. My family makes me who I am. 

4. Hold onto every moment you spend with your grandparents.

Birthday’s can be bittersweet. I used to go shopping with my grandparents every year on my birthday. On one day, my Memere and Pepere would take me to the mall, which would always include a trip to Friendly’s and Pepere getting paged at a department store. My Grammy would take me out on another day and she’d let me pick out an outfit and a toy. It was the best cuz she let me explore my style. I’d come back with some crazy outfit.

5. Faith comes to you when you need it the most.

Whether you’re religious or not, faith helps you get through even the toughest of times. Faith is believing. And sometimes the hardest thing to do in a rough spot is to believe that you’re going to get out of it. That’s when you do it anyway. 

6. People will make you think you don’t belong, don’t let them.

My junior high years were filled with insecurities about fitting in. I always felt it was something I did or something I said or something I wore that made me stand out. Now I realize I totally did stand out, but in the best of days. I want to go back and give that frizzy-haired eighth grader a high five for rocking her Target kids’ section Big Time Rush t-shirt when everyone else was wearing Hollister. You belong in bigger and better places, my friend.

7. If you want to dress up, then dress up. Wear what makes your heart happy.

I’m almost always over-dressed. I live for dresses, fun lip colors, and leather jackets. My style is best described by my father’s complaints. “Hayley go back inside, you can’t move a shed dressed like a fairy princess.” “Hayley’s shoveling dressed like she has an interview with the top designer at Macy’s.” which leads me to my next point: 

8. It’s okay to think your parents are cool. 

You know there’s always moments when you’re embarrassed by your parents. Trust me, my father once stood on his car and waved his arms shouting my name to flag me down when picking me up from high school. But how funny is that? He’s hilarious. My mom’s the same way. She’s funny. But I also brag about how she did undercover work back in the day. It’s pretty awesome.

9. If you feel called to write, pick up a pen.

When I was younger, I wrote songs. My first song was called “Argument.” It was a real hit. Lots of “oh’s”, lots of “woo’s”. Like all the best songs. It pays off to have the courage to pick that pen up. I mean, I’m writing this blog post. 

10. Use the gifts you were blessed with.

If you are a writer, then “write like you’re running out of time.” If you dance, dance your heart out. If you are a talker, then lead that debate team. If you can sing, join that chorus or show choir. Audition for that show. Just don’t let that talent go unnoticed. Let it out. Let it grow.

11. The best of friends always come back to you.

There have been times I thought I’ve lost a friend. And I have. But with time and healing, the friends who belong in your life come back and stay in your life. Those are the keepers. Those friends and the one’s who’ve been by your side all along.

12. Surround yourself with people who allow you to be you.

I have a friend that will listen to me summarize entire episodes of The Vampire Diaries. I have a friend that challenges me to running man challenge to the song “Hey Ya”. (Winner tbd). I have a friend who will sit in the parking lot of an ice cream stand with me blaring Phantom of the Opera and singing along. To the friends who offer me endless support, are there for me through thick and thin, who bring me “Dunks” when I “seem stressed.” Thank you.

13. Sometimes I just want a nice salad and sometimes I just want Ben and Jerry’s half-baked. Why not both?

A healthy lifestyle is a great thing to achieve. I try to find a balance. Allow yourself to have a treat every once and a while. Life’s too short. 

14. “Don’t settle.” -FM

If something doesn’t feel right, then don’t waste your time. Don’t settle for anything less than what makes your heart shine. This goes for anything, career paths, relationship, etc..

15. There’s always room in your heart for forgiveness.

Sometimes I want to hold a grudge and it lasts maybe a day until I feel too guilty. Forgiveness is hard but when you forgive, it makes you stronger and it relieves you from guilt and negativity.

16. Try new things. It’s okay to want to soak up all life has to offer.

One time I decided to play the role of “Romeo” in my eighth grade Romeo and Juliet Assignment. I fell in love with acting and the rest is history.

17. Everyone has their own definition of fun. Don’t let anyone try to change yours.

Sometimes my idea of fun is shopping with friends. Sometimes, it’s having a karaoke night. And other times it’s curling up in bed with a hot cup of tea and a good book and calling it a night.

18. Don’t quit your day job, but don’t quit your daydream.

Walt Disney was a paper boy first. I was a paper girl. Therefore, I am Walt Disney…jk. But my point is clear, every small job pays off.

19. Sometimes the best way to recover from a loss is to turn it around into something positive.

There’s always going to be a way for you to reach out and honor the memory of a loved one. (A theatre group that raises money and awareness for cancer? :O) And if there isn’t, make one. 😉 (Roger A. Cote Run for Courage). 

20. As a kid, I couldn’t wait to grow up. As an adult, I want to keep the child inside of me alive.

When I was little I loved to play dress up. In a way, theatre takes the place of this in my heart. I want to remember my younger self when I take on adulthood. The best advice I’ve received is to “Be the person you needed when you were younger.” 

As I finished this post, I’ve officially turned twenty. It doesn’t feel much different. Maybe I got taller…? Oh who am I kidding!

The Truth About Shy: It Doesn’t Exist

If I had a penny for the amount of times I texted a friend before the first day of a new class and said “I’m so nervous, I don’t know anyone and I’m shy”, I’d be rich. I ALWAYS use shy as an excuse. Why don’t you call and order your own food? I’m shy. Why don’t you ask for help? I’m shy. You knew them and you didn’t say anything? Why? I’m shy. The list goes on. And the response is always the same. Oh, it’s okay to be shy. And because of this response I’ve always felt okay to say that I’m shy and it’s become my go-to excuse for any lack of confidence–

Until today. Today was the first day of my Acting I class and I was so nervous. Why? Because I’m shy. Well, my professor instantly wiped that thought from my mind. Upon asking the class if they were nervous at all, she said Don’t say you are shy because shy doesn’t exist. She went on to explain that shyness happened when we were in elementary school and someone a little louder, or a little taller, or a little thinner, etc sat in front of us in class and spoke up and made us shrink back a little. Year by year, we got quieter and quieter and someone said “you’re just shy.” Then we felt better because we had a word for what we were feeling that later developed into our favorite excuse. But the truth is, we never were shy at all. We just thought we were. img_5089

So I left the class feeling a little un-shy, to say the least. I think I’m going to make it a goal to outgrow this excuse. Who’s with me?

Have the best week!