I am a Girl Boss!

I am the author of my life, I am the one that decides what makes me successful and how I go about achieving that.


I am a Girl Boss!

I am Fierce! I am Strong! I am Driven! I am Determined! I am a Woman!

I have many plans, goals, and dreams that I am working on achieving. I have an amazing job at a library where I shelve and process books, I am a freelance writer for a startup company, and I have an idea for an Etsy business. I still have plenty of free time to work on my novel and a couple of coding projects that I’m starting to develop. I have a family that loves and supports me. I graduated college Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing. I have some student loans but they’re manageable. And I have an amazing boyfriend who not only puts ups with my craziness and shenanigans he also supports my dreams and goals. The best part about all of this?

I decided I wanted it and I worked to get it!

I fell in love working at libraries when I needed to get a job to afford going to college, which is also where I met Adam, and gave me the experience to get the library job I have now. I decided I was going to get a degree in Creative Writing and through that I came up with the idea for my current novel and learned the skills that got me the freelance writing job. I grew up with the belief that I could do anything I set my mind to and it has led me to see opportunities for businesses and computer programs and apps. I am frugal with my money and have saved almost $1000 in a month which moves me one step closer to being independent. I found my passion in life and decided to pursue it. I took the leap to apply to the two jobs I have. I found a second passion at school and am using it to make my life and the lives of others better.

I know that there are still many challenges that I will face in these next few years as I discover the path my life is taking, but every step of the way I will be in charge. I won’t let my fears of failure (or success) get in the way, or the idea that I need to follow the traditional route of getting a “real” job to be independent make my decisions for me. If something in my life isn’t working, then I am the one that decides to change it. If I don’t like where I am, then I work to propel myself to where I want to be. No one else knows me like I do and if I don’t like something then I am the only one that can truly make it better.

I am the author of my life, I am the one that decides what makes me successful and how I go about achieving that. I am a girl (woman). I am a boss. I am a Girl Boss and I won’t let anyone tell me otherwise!

*This article was inspired by my amazing boyfriend, Adam, and the Netflix series based off of Sophia Amoruso’s book, #GIRLBOSS

Bringing the Human Back to “Humanity”

If there’s one thing that annoys me more than anything else in the world, aside from the tag sticking out of someone’s shirt, is how rude people can be to one another. We’re all here on this planet together, we’re one race, and we’re more similar than different. Yet, for some reason, many humans will treat others terribly for no real reason. Now, this is always on my mind, especially since I’m dealing with some extremely passive aggressive jerks right now, but something particular (more so than the jerks) brought this to the forefront of my mind recently.

I was at work at the LSSU library Thursday evening (April 14th), and one of my acquaintances from my first year at LSSU came walking in, let’s call him Tim. Tim and I haven’t really spoken much since my first year because that’s how life can be, but we’ve always been friendly when we see each other and we greet each other by name. Anyway, Tim, a human, was working on the research for his senior project. Like many seniors who do a senior research project, Tim was collecting data from the student body via surveys that are handed out around campus. Tim came in and asked me if I would help him by filling out his survey. Since the library was slow that evening, I said I would and filled out one of the surveys while he printed out more. It took me less than five minutes. When Tim came back from printing, he said “thank you for doing something other’s should’ve.”

Wait what?

Now I know that taking surveys can be boring and tedious, but the ones that the undergraduate students here at LSSU do are quick and simple. They’re being used to help another student learn some really interesting things as well as (hopefully) get a good grade. The fact that there are a lot of students here on my campus that don’t want to help out sickens me. Yes it takes some time out of your day, but wouldn’t you want people to take your survey if you were in their shoes? I know I would.

From personal experience, I’ve noticed that a lot of people are completely self absorbed and don’t give diddly squat about others. Sure technology and everything has added to the mix, making it easier to say and do things to people without having to see them, but it seems that people have gotten meaner as generations have changed. Yes there were mean people in every generation, but at least at some points they had societal customs that allowed them to politely tell someone they didn’t like them instead of ignoring people like we do today.

People seem to go one of two ways these days. They either are a bad person and never lend a hand, or they lend a hand whenever they have a hand to lend. Yes, your happiness should be placed above others, but that doesn’t mean you should be a jerk to them. Seriously, you’ll get no where in life if all you do is ignore people and are passive aggressive, people will only tolerate so much before they fight back. If you want to be a jerk to others, fine, go ahead, just be prepared for what you may receive in return.

Monday Musing #3: Emotions

If someone says you can trust them, and have given you no reason not to, then do so. Open yourself up to them, show them the true, fragile side of you, and let them help you. Don’t hide yourself and pretend that better than they are, and don’t be afraid to be you. Yes, it won’t be a cake walk, you may struggle to remember this, but it will be worth it. Be at peace with your emotions, work with them, not against them. They are a part of you, so accept them. It’s okay to ask for help, and things will be a hell of a lot easier if you do. There is no shame in asking for help, there is shame in struggling for no reason.

Live in the Moment

The weather this past week has been your typical spring weather in Michigan. One day I am wishing I had a pair of shorts and wanting to sunbathe, and then the next I’m having to scrape ice off the windows. I’ve lived with this type of spring for my entire life, so I’ve come to just accept it. Because I’m about to enter the next chapter of my life though, I’m starting to look at things differently. Things that I used to see as an annoyance are now seen more as a gift.

A few days ago there was a thunderstorm around 6am. Normally, even though I enjoy storms, I don’t like being woken up by them. The other day though, I spent the entirety of the storm sitting in my bed with the window open just enjoying the sounds and the sights. I didn’t let any of the stresses of trying to find a job cloud my thoughts or emotions, instead I just lived in the moment. It was comforting to just be for once, not to worry about anything. I’ve decided to live like that as much as I can in my daily life. I know that I won’t always be able to, there will be times when I must focus solely on the future, but the times I don’t have to I will just be.

Part of me wishes that I had taken some time to write during the storm, I could’ve worked on character development or finished the chapter I’ve been stuck on, but I’m glad I just lived in the moment instead. There won’t always be another moment, after all we’re only given a set amount of them when we’re born, but it’s always a choice to decide whether to fully enjoy the moment or only give part of your attention to it. At the end of the day, it was a better choice for me to enjoy that moment and use it later to enhance my writing. If I would’ve tried writing, I wouldn’t have had the idea for this blog post or had learned how great it is to just be.


Monday Musing #2: Struggles

Did you ever think you would make it this far? That all of your struggles and hardships would pay off? That there was a chance that you could be in charge of your life instead of the other way around?

Ever since you were born you have been fighting to survive. You have worn more faces than you would like to admit. You have had more people stab you in the back, lie to your face, and leave you than you would care to count. It really is a miracle that you’ve made it this far. Do you know what that means? You have to keep going. You have to keep fighting. You’ve made it this far, why stop now?

Greying Hair, Don’t Care

I have a confession to make. I am 22 and I already have greying hair. Now it’s really not all that noticeable yet, there are only a few here and there. However, when Adam plucked one the other day (meaning I’ll have three more grow in it’s place…thanks Adam) I was able to see just how grey it really was. A majority of the hair was grey and the part that wasn’t had lost almost all of it’s brown pigmentation. I knew growing up that I would most likely start greying in my early twenties, genetics and everything, but knowing you’ll grey early and actually doing so are entirely different things.

Seeing that grey hair really got me thinking. For the longest time when I was younger, I refused to even consider dyeing my hair. My younger sister’s hair was either blue, red, purple, and pink at one point or another. She’s always been more apt to expressing herself through her outward appearance than I have. The way I am about worrying what others think of me stops me from experimenting as much as I would like to (that and the fear that my hair would never be the same color again). These grey hairs though have done me a favor. They have given me the push I need to get out there and be the real me instead of some half hidden version of myself. Will it be difficult? Yes. Will I want to hide behind “safe” clothes and hair? Yes again. But at the end of the day I know I’ll be more disappointed if I don’t go out and try things.

Hair will grow back, makeup can be washed off, clothes can be sold at a resale shop or donated, piercings can be removed, hair can be redyed, and tattoos can be covered. As much as I don’t like to think about it, I’m not getting any younger and my twenties are the perfect time for me to try different styles to really find the real me. I already know my passion in life is writing, but that’s the only thing I can really say about myself without having any doubts at all. I know my stance on a lot of things will change as I experience more in the world, but I feel out of touch with myself and my truths. My goal is to have a majority of my ideals and stances figured out before I turn 23. We’ll see if that happens, but even if it doesn’t I am thanking every single one of these grey hairs for showing me how much I was holding myself back by not really expressing myself.

Monday Musings #1: Truth

(Yes, I know it’s Tuesday, but better late than never)

Deep inside your soul, you know your own truth. No one can tell you what your truth is because only you know it. The people closest to you may know some of your truth, but they’ll never know the full truth. That’s okay though. Because only you know your truth, that means no one but you can tell you what’s best for you. You and only you know the path you’re on and it is up to you to keep yourself on that path. No one else, but yours. Your path leads to your happiness, be HAPPY!