Guess who got a makeover!!

If you're reading this, ...you already know who. It's me! Bee! The blog, as you can see, has been spruced up quite bit resuscitated and rejuvenated and I owe it all to one extremely patient and merciful lady, Rhondine over at Napps & Sass. Do yourself and your life a favor and go check out her blog. I mean it. Right now. It's absolutely gorgeous, so it only makes sense that she saw me in my blogging struggle and decided to play Fairy Blogmother for the night.

Sidebar: I feel so fortunate having sweet, helpful people accessible to me. As someone who tends to be the help giver, sometimes it's hard to let go and let others step in to do the things you can't. And although that can sometimes feel like failure, that should be seen as a success! Letting someone else take the wheel simply means that you're intelligent enough to recognize where you fall short and where you can improve. In this scenario I knew that I was clueless in the blogging/web guru department. A true friend, who's not at all clueless, offered to help. The sucky part of me wanted to say "No thanks. I got it." but that would've been a big fat lie that I only told so I could have the satisfaction of someday in the far off future being able to say Started from the bottom now I'm here...all by my own smarts, but how would that help me? This is a lesson that I'm frequently re-learning: Don't let your pride get in the way of your own success. Saying no to help just so I can experience the contentment of doing it all by myself, like a child, is NOT how you get ahead in life. And yes this is just a blog, but the same principle applies to many situations in life. If your goal is success, aim for success and don't add silly stipulations along the way. My second issue with accepting help is my fear that I'll be a burden. The more I think about this, the more ridiculous it sounds. If someone offers you their services, isn't that the same as them granting permission for you to make use of said services? Apparently that's not how my brain works. In many situations I find myself anxious and discomforted because I'm afraid that I've overstayed my figurative welcome and the transaction has changed from one of goodwill to one of obligation and entrapment. Rarely, if ever, is this actually the case and I would live life so much more carefree if I could learn to accept that people who say they want to help me truly do just want to do a nice thing. And they don't need a reason! There are still people in this world who want to be sweet just because they can with no expectation of anything in return. Those are the best people. Sidebar over.

Aaaaand we're back... For a millennial, I'm pretty darn clueless when it comes to HTML, coding, CSS, and the like. That's something I'll have to invest some brainpower in when I've got some excess time and I'm not already at my wit's end. It's amazing what a few keystrokes were able to do for the look and feel of the blog. I feel like I've got a brand new, shiny car to ride around town and I owe it all to a great friend of mine. I like it so much that I might actually be consistent with my posts for a change! Maybe yes, maybe no. Regardless, I think we're onto something good here!
xoxo, Bee

I quit.

Muahaha. Dramatic, no?

And don't freak out.  I'm only quitting the productivity title.  Although it was me who chose to use the title and take on the 100-day challenge in the first place, I felt as if I couldn't keep up because the things I wanted to write about that day weren't "productive enough"...so I just wouldn't write at all....hence these intermittent catch-up days.  But if I have the freedom to write when I want and about what I want, this commitment become much easier to fulfill.  And on that note, let's get on with the show!

It's a Tuesday morning, but not just any Tuesday morning.  It's the last Tuesday before Thanksgiving break and I'm ecstatic.  Not only do I get to go home to Orlando and see my peeps, but the timing couldn't be more perfect.  As you may know, I'm moderately obsessed with all things Disney.  The Friday after I arrive in Orlando just happens to be Mickey (and Minnie) Mouse's birthday.  I think you can guess where I'll be on Friday.  I'm super excited to go back to my happy place.  The sights and sounds will be on another level entirely since the Christmas season in full effect there. *sigh* The happiness I feel there is truly unlike anything else, and it'll be even more special on such a celebratory day.

My first Starbucks #RedCup of the season!
Yummmm! Egg nog latte <3

As I type this, there are only 40 sleeps left 'til Christmas! Time flies! I trekked out to Chattanooga this weekend to pick up a few items in an attempt to Christmas-ify my dorm room.  I came home with a foot tall Christmas "tree" made entirely of baubles and tinsel strands.  It now has a home on top of our A/C unit and beneath the window.  I would've liked to get some bigger (and flashier) items, but I'm low on both funds and space.  Maybe next year.  What I'm really pleased with is my door! I'm not the creative type by any means, but I managed to add a touch of festivity to the door. Take a peek!

I've overheard a few "Oooo"s and "Awww"s from beyond the door.
I'm pleased with how it turned out!
*some jingle bells on that handle would've been just right*

I think twine has a new fan.  You can do so much with it.  Hang it! Wrap it! Tie it! ....Bop it! lol It was a cheap and easy way to spruce up my door. The "Merry Christmas" clothespins were are sold together as a set, so that didn't take much thinking on my part.  I decided to get some candy cane inspired twine and pair it with another spool.  When I found this Christmas tree twine I squealed a bit.  How precious! The trees are made of felt and aren't fixed in place on the string, so they're soft to the touch and I can move them about as I see fit.  To top it off I got personalized mini-ornaments to hang at either side.  I can't remember whether or not I've ever had a Christmas tree ornament with my name on it, but I intend to keep this one forever, remembering that it was the first ornament I bought when I lived...not alone...but someplace other than home? lol Not sure what to call my current situation.  Anywho, it's minimal decor, yet it feels very complete.  I'm looking forward to the year when I move into an apartment or a bigger space and I'll actually have a hall to deck. teehee!

Thank you, Mommy, for giving me a "normal" name that
I can almost always find on personalized mugs,
keychains and Christmas ornaments.
#goodlookinout

This week is already quite the struggle simply because I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and it's turning me into a lazy bum.  I won't be bringing luggage because I'm going home where the rest of my things are, and I've got my flight confirmation info printed out....I'm ready to get out of here! Counting the hours....

Final thoughts:  I'm the only person in my dorm hall way that has any Christmas decor up on the door.  Someone at the other end of the hall still has their black cat hanging up from Halloween!  What do you think? Is it too early to deck the halls?  I'm always in the mood for all things Christmas, so my opinion couldn't be more biased.  I've been listening to Christmas music since August or so! So tell me, when does the Christmas season start for you?

xoxo, Bee

10/100 Days of Productivity

[11.10.2016]

I want to talk to you about something.  ...obviously..

I was writing a paper for my for Aging & Society nursing class and it got me thinking about me and my possible future.  This section of the class is covering how being a woman, being impoverished or being a minority affects the elderly population specifically.  And I kinda thought to myself..."Will that be me?" "Will I be a poor, struggling, black woman when 2066 rolls around?"

The thing is...

I have "unpopular" plans for my life.  I don't plan to marry or have children...at least not from my own uterus.  The way I see it, I'm already almost 25 CRAAAAAAPPP!!! and I'm just now really starting my college career.  I'll be here for another 3 years, which means I'll practically be 30 when I'm out of this academic prison.  If the stars align and I have some magical sort of Disney princess-esque encounter then maybe I'll be Mrs. New Last Name, but I can't tell you how unlikely that is. I simply don't have the tolerance required for sharing my life with others.  Also, when I get out of school and start making cashh monayyyy, I want to have the utmost level of freedom and flexibility.  I'm not interested in having close contact with differing opinions or anyone who could possibly keep me from doing what I want.  TL;DR: I'm tryna TURN UP!! Anywho, I've also been told my whole life that if I want to have money, I shouldn't have kids. lol (Thanks a lot, mom.) I know she's being humorous, but she might actually be onto something.  I think that sometime in my adolescence there was supposed to be a time when I had baby fever or had a rush of motherly feelings....but it seems as if that ship sailed without me.  I can appreciate children and the joy that they have the potential to bring, but I don't feel as if they're an essential part of my personal life.  Not sure. Right now I feel as if I could tilt either way. But when people ask where I see myself in 5 or 10 years, there aren't any children in the thought bubble.

With that said, I would imagine that my future might look a little brighter financially? Now, don't get it twisted. I don't know the first thing about adulting.  However, some concepts do seem rather clear.  If I, as a nurse, make a certain amount of money as my coworker who has a family to tend to and additional bills and family projects (I'm talking about childrens' school trips to fund, unexpected family medical bills, etc.) to fund, I would expect that my paycheck would be a bit less tied up than hers, no? When I think about the expenses that can and will come with keeping a family, it honestly stresses me out.  It's easy to plan for a hypothetical life where you have a successful husband that loves you and your children are healthy and well-behaved and you never total your car or have the roof blown off of your home by a tornado.  But when he leaves, they don't give you a discount on the mortgage.  And when your children are reckless you don't get BOGO X-rays.  The Brady Bunch life is on tv for a reason.  The drama is limited to sibling rivalries and who did what at the church picnic.  But in the real world, everything is much more unpredictable and volatile.

I have a 401(k).  I don't say that to brag.  I say that because it's a thing and although there isn't much in there, there's a significant amount more there than the $0 it started with.  As the years go by, I want to be able to continue to contribute to this retirement fund, as well as others.  I want to have the "extra" money to put aside for when my body won't let me work anymore.  I don't want to get older and older, year after year and worry if I'm going to outlive my funds.  That's a frightening thought.  Who would think that your longevity would be a problem? Unfortunately, it is for many.  My Aging & Society has made this more than clear to me.  The lifestyles that people had in place at a young age greatly impacted them and their finances until the end of their lives.  I want to pay off my student loans and credit cards and such.  I don't want to owe anyone anything.  I want to be a free woman.  I don't want to struggle.  The life expectancy is higher, but that doesn't mean we're healthy.  I don't want to wonder if I can afford my life sustaining medication every month.  I don't want to feel harassed when the bills come in the mail and I have to pull out my....digital checkbook? Who knows.  What I do know is that I want to live my life to the fullest -- my version of the fullest -- and somehow make it out okay.

It's never too early to think about these things.
Thoughts? Do share.
xoxo, Bee

9/100 Days of Productivity

[11.09.2016]

9/100 Days of Productivity

"I'm not artistic.

My handwriting has no real technique or pizzaz.

I'm not even that great a student, tbh.

But...I'm trying, and that's pretty cool."

 Tonight I got into my feelings just a tad.  For just a little while I found myself wondering why I was attempting these 100 days of insanity (teehee.)  It's easy to feel like other people have got it all figured out and that their lives and their work are all clean, crisp and pristine 100% of the time, while you're the living example of Pig-Pen from the Peanuts comics.  But then if you give yourself the chance to come up for air and be real with yourself, you remember that you don't suck (because God made you and "He doesn't make junk", as my fitness coach says.)  I won't say that I'm crafty or artistic or true studyblr material, because I believe it's simply not the truth.  At least as it stands right now.  Right now I'm faking it until I make it.  There's nothing at all wrong with that, btw.  That's how most people make it through life.  When we come into this world, none of us know a thing.  When we die, there will still be a lot we don't know.  In the in between time, some of us don't know all that we claim to know, and others don't give themselves credit for the things that they do know.  I'm rambling, but I promise I had a point there.  You don't get good at things by sitting in sadness wishing that you knew how to do them.  You get good by looking at other people who can do the things you want to do and following their lead.  So, this evening (at approximately midnight) I decided to do some research -- and by that I mean browsing studyblrs and studyspo Pinterest boards and trying out some doodles and such.  Once the perfectionist in me settled down, it was actually quite enjoyable.  I felt somewhat like a child.  I jotted down a few quotes as my mind and trackpad wandered.

"Learn to be ok with being bad at things." - Bee

When we give ourselves compassion, we are opening our hearts in a way that can transform our lives." 

- Kristin Neff

"The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself." - Maya Angelou

"Don't forget to fall in love with yourself first." - Carrie Bradshaw

Learning to be ok with where I fall short or where I don't fit in is probably my biggest struggle.  I always want to be the best, but sometimes that simply not the case and not necessarily an option either.  Learning to love who you are and where you are is important.  I'm not an artsy-fartsy designer, but I have one of the most musical minds I know.  I find it hard to create my own unique ideas, but if you give me tools and instructions I can execute with precision.  There's no need for jealousy or envy.  Where you fall short, I can step in and vice-versa.  Our capabilities and incapabilities cause us to interact with each other and form relationships and live with vivid experiences...and that's pretty cool, too. 

xoxo, Bee

5-8/100 Days of Productivity

Ok, so I fell off. We've acknowledged it and now we can move on.

It's been approximately 5 days, depending on how benevolent or cruel you're trying to be, since I last spoke to you.  I think you can probably guess what that means.  A very undefiled game of catch-up! Huzzah!!

The biggest thing you missed over the weekend was hearing about how I murdered manslaughter another 5K this weekend.  I'm currently taking a required fitness class at my university and the coach actually offers us credit for completing or competing in races, whether they're held on or off campus. I'd participated in a 5K once before at the Walt Disney World Marathon Weekend in 2010, so I figured I knew what I was getting myself into if I decided to sign up for any.  Before I knew it I'd signed up for two 5Ks back to back, one weekend after the next.  Now let's get one thing straight...I am not by any definition athletic, fit, etc.  The physical fitness journey that I began on the first day of the semester in August is very new to me.  I'm trying to be brave, try new things, learn to laugh at myself, and grow fond of failure.  I'm the type of person who doesn't like to go to the gym because of the eyes.  I hate it when people stare at me, especially if I don't feel confident in what I'm doing.  This fitness class means having to look weak in front of many pairs of eyes.  Sometimes it means being placed in the company of very athletic people and feeling inadequate or as if I  don't belong.  But, the fact of the matter is, each time I put myself out there I'm getting a little bit better. And each person that I envy that can lift heavy or run a 7-minute mile was where I am today at some point.  Not only that, but there are things that I can do that some of those people can only dream of.  We all have our own strengths and weaknesses.  Anywho, I completed my first 5K of the semester on Oct. 29th with a time of 43 minutes and change. I do a LOT of walking, and these Tennessee hills are no joke.  My 2nd 5K took me something like 44:21. (For those who don't know, 5 kilometers = 3.11 miles so that works about to be about 15 minutes per mile.)  Thinking back on the day and how unprepared and uncomfortable I felt, I can't be mad at that number.  Between the 2 race days I didn't hit the track once!! That's the opposite of training.  I remember having awful side stitches for a good 1/3 to 1/2 of the course, too.  And to top it off, I had a late and gluttonous breakfast at Cracker Barrel just before we got going! Smh.  Don't follow my example in any way, shape or form --  at least, except for the part where I went out there and tried!

One of the things I love most about these events is making little "race pals" on the course.  Many of the people who run or walk in these events are being brave and trying something new, just like me.  There's a lot of encouragement shared between all of the participants and everyone just wants each other to make themselves proud.  Even though your body hurts and you wonder why you paid money to endure this torture, it's hard not to have a good time overall.  As if the experience and boost in self-confidence I felt weren't enough, as I was getting ready to leave the event grounds there were names being called over the loudspeaker.  There were giving out the rewards.  Can someone tell me how and/or why from way off in the distance I hear my name called?? I was in complete shock.  I finished at the end with all of the uninterested folk and the old peoples.  But they called my name! I'm pretty sure I audibly said "Nuh uh!" when I heard it.  I briskly made my way back toward the makeshift stage (a flat trailer attached to a pickup truck), meanwhile they're repeating my name and scanning to crowd to see if anyone is stirring.  I finally made my way up front and got my 2nd place medal for the 2nd fastest time out of the women ages 20-24.  I felt like Charlie Bucket with his golden ticket.  I wore both my completion medal and my 2nd place medal proudly and I think it was then that I realized I want to do this..A LOT.  When I complete a 5K, or even just a strenuous workout, I'm exhausted but my pride is through the roof.  There's something so special about doing something difficult and coming out on the other side knowing that you tackled it all by yourself.  No one helped you, you didn't stop, you just kept putting one foot in front of the other.

What is your health or fitness story like?  Are you athletic or notsomuch, like myself?  Which sports, if any, do you enjoy?  Is there anything athletic that you hope to be fit enough to try someday?

Do you have any recommendations for me, a fitness newbie? I'm always open to suggestions on technique, apparel, apps and trackers, etc.

I hope to be able to share many more successes like this one with you are the days, week, and months pass.  Currently, my next 5K is scheduled for December 2nd.  It'll be here before I know it! Here's to more time on the track, a better breathing technique, and willpower on those chilly days when I can't get out of bed!

xoxo, Bee

4/100 Days of Productivity

I'll be honest....

....today was lacking in the productivity department.  I did the bare minimum in every area and #iaintsorry. I'm counting down the days (we're down to 11) until I hop on a flight back home to Orlando.  And since we're being honest, I'm more excited about going to Walt Disney World than anything else Orlando-related -- including seeing some friends. #judgeifyoumust  This is the longest I've gone without using my WDW annual pass and I'm having withdrawals.  Singing Disney tunes in the shower simply isn't enough to sustain me.  I need the smells from the Main Street Bakery, I need to trip over the trolley tracks, I need the blazing sun to beat on my chocolaty skin as I wait in my prime spot for the 3:00 parade.  Hearing about new attractions and new entertainment when I'm hundreds of miles away is not the business.  :(

So, because the only productive things I did were 1. Attend a class 2. Attend a rehearsal 3. Complete a quiz at 11:59am that was due at noon, I'm hijacking this productivity post and turning it into a mishmash of a #flashback friday post.

My Pre-Tennessee trip to Hollywood Studios was a rainy one, but that works for me! The tourist are afraid of the water + Disney veterans like myself can walk down Hollywood Boulevard without being run over by strollers or scooters.  P.S. I'm still salty about the view of the Chinese theater #firstworldproblems #bringbackthesorcerershat 

Believe it or not, there are still things that I've never checked off of my Disney To-Do  List.   Aside from a new opening of a ride or two that I've recently missed (and one "terror" of an attraction that I absolutely refuse to get on), I've ridden every ride at WDW.  Nowadays I tend to focus on character sightings.  Having one on one interactions with my friends makes for awesome memories! Can you believe this was my first time meeting Buzz and Woody? For shame!!  One of these days I've got to book a holiday party or another Disney run so I can get my hands on some of the more rare characters.  On Facebook today I saw that people running Mickey's Holiday 5K got to meet Lumiere!! I screamed. 

*DJ Khaled voice* Another one! I finally rode Toy Story Midway Mania and it was EVERYTHING! I don't think I've ever laughed or had that much fun on a ride.  Everything about it was extraordinary.  Even the queue is amazing! Disney truly put loads of love into that one.  But what made this ride even better was that I rode it with one of my best pals! The other half of my Disney heart, S. She and her mama joined me on my farewell visit and we had a great evening.  From beating her at TSMM (I'm very competitive so you KNOW I rubbed it in her cutesy pie of a face) to closing the night with the Star Wars fireworks, which were a first for her.  It was a night of pure fun and raw emotion. 

Rather than bombard you with more photos than will only make me sad and you jealous, tell me -- is there anything you're looking forward to during the rest of autumn or in the upcoming holiday season?  What big or little plans do you have?  

xoxo, Bee

3/100 Days of Productivity

{11.03.2016}

**I screenshot this ^ quote from Myleik Teele's (she is everything!!) snapchat maybe a week ago? and it gets me**

So...

Thursdays are pretty consistently crap-ish.  This is the time when all of the assignments that I thought I'd have time for all week join hands and create a big wall of academic terror that separates me from the glory that is the weekend.  Tonight I refuse to stay up until like I did last night.  4 AM?? No one should be awake at 4 AM.  It's too late to be going too bed and too early for anyone to be waking up.  Tonight, even though I'm still behind on assignments, I'm going to put myself to bed with some This Is Us (Thank God for streaming and the Directv app).  It's currently 11:59 and I'm packing up my backpack and tidying up my desk because I want to laugh and feel good before bed.  And that's ok. I'm all for working hard, but my life and my sanity will not be consumed by my education.  Syllabi are not concerned with me as a whole, so that's where I have to step in and call the shots.  A late assignment has yet to kill someone.

And with that I bid you adieu.
<3 Someone who will not wake up guilty in the morning - aka- Bee

2/100 Days of Productivity

{11.02.2016}

I should not be awake right now.  Not even a sliver of me should be conscious.  Yet it's 2:55 AM and here I am.

I promise I'm not up Netflixin'.  As of 12:01 AM registration opened up for next semester for all of the juniors, myself included.  Being the anxious geek that I am I'd already filled up my course cart with various courses I need and want to take so that once the gates were opened I could snatch up my classes.  I think of registration day as something like a virtual Black Friday with Doorbusters!! teehee (The doorbusters in this case are the professors who grade on a curve, don't bore you to tears, and aren't too hard on the eyes.)  Now that I'm thinking about it some more, it's more like old school Black Friday mixed with Supermarket Sweep -- that show was the bomb.com by the way.  A lot of the course registration process revolves around picking up 'just in case' items that might be worth something when you get to the register.  I think I'd added something like 20 credits to my cart knowing good and well that I wouldn't be caught dead or alive with that kind of course load.  Is that even allowed? That's academic suicide.  Anyhoo, as soon as my clock hit 12:01 I hit submit and waited.....and waited.....and waited.....because apparently every other junior on and off campus was just as proactive and smartypants as I was.  All of my selections went through without a hitch, but it's not like me to let something easy stay easy.  I couldn't help but shop around a little bit more.  And by a little bit, I mean for 2 more hours.  Have mercy.  However, I did end up making a few tweaks and twerks..hehe..so all was not for naught.  

As it stands right now, I'm the jerk at the virtual register who brings up more groceries than they're willing to pay for because I'm currently registered for 17 credits.  Laughable, no?  #wheredeydodatat We'll see what happens with that post-conversation with my advisor.  Your homegirl needs all the guidance.  The most exciting part of registration, even more exciting than being rid of the class that are plaguing me now, is getting to imagine how epic the next semester will be.  I can see it now... locs slightly longer, I've got my fancy schmancy green scrubs on, maybe even a stethoscope around my neck, high quality pens hanging from my scrub top.... Spring 2017 is finna be lit! lol

It's good to have a plan.  If you don't have a guide in place for your life, how can you know when you're going off track? In the same manner that painted lane markers and rumble strips keep us on track as we drive on the physical road, having a plan marked out for each day, week, month, and year keeps us from wandering off the road to success and out of the ditch of defeat.  What does the next "semester" of your life look like? Do you have a goal? Do you know how to get there?  Tell me the story.  You know I'm rooting for ya.

xoxo, Bee

1/100 Days Of Productivity

{11.01.2016}

...

Eh. I’m going for it.  

Happy November Ya’ll!

>> Today was an exceptional day. I was notified that I got into the nursing program! I’m ecstatic. I haven’t felt this much emotion in a long time and I’m not even sure what to do with myself. teehee! 

>> One thing that has been helping me stay on track is checking my grades multiple times a week, if not daily, and writing. them. down. As exceptional or shameful as they are, they need to be out in the open so you can be proud of the good ones and tackle the not-so-hot ones.  After dropping my 6th class, I’m left with 5 that I really want to do well in as the semester nears the end.  Being able to know exactly what I have in each class on a day-to-day basis allows me to strategize and act accordingly. 

What little self-made tips do you have to help yourself be successful?
Share with me.
<3 Bee

100 Days of Productivity

I don't mean to be mushy and obnoxious, 

but I feel like today was the first day of the rest of my life.

Ok, so yes it's been ages since we've talked. No, we're not going to talk about it. #sorryimnotsorry

This Florida-grown girl who cries orange juice tears now lives in Tennessee.  In the wee hours of a morning in August I hopped on a plane and just like that I was Chattanooga bound.  Every day since then has been filled with its own opportunities for learning as well as trials and tribulations.  But, hey! I'm here, so that's something.  As I type this it's 12:50 AM, I'm in bed (the bottom bunk), and I'm actually looking forward to class in the morning.  I don't mean to sound anti-school.  I just mean that when I wake up in the morning I'll have a little extra pep in my step, a smile on my face and a song in my heart.  Why, you ask? "Today" I received my my acceptance letter for admission into the nursing program here at my university and I'm overjoyed.  Every moment, every action and every thought that I've experienced since my arrival here (and even before then, tbh) has been in hopes of giving me my best shot at getting accepted. And now the moment is here! I'm unbelievably happy.  I know that this is only the beginning of a looooooong, tempestuous road, but I get to travel on that road and not everyone can say that. I feel beyond blessed. There have been several nights where I'd had my fill of difficult assignments, annoying dorm mates (the laundry situation in this building is something serious), and times I just wanted to drive out to the middle of nowhere (which really wouldn't be hard) and scream.  Especially as the nursing decision date came closer and uncertainty and pressure loomed, tears became rather frequent.  I was stressed out, lonely, and feeling unworthy.  I'm glad that I can say that some of my friends truly came through for me.  The people who have checked in on me, whether they sent me mail or just shot me a text, are my lifesavers.  It's so easy to feel left behind.  Of course I'm glad and grateful to be here, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't get angry, jealous or depressed sometimes.  My life has undergone a special kind of culture shock.  Anyhoo, today I felt like the seeds I'd been sowing for ages have finally started to bear.  One of the most frustrating things in life is when you work hard and feel as if you have nothing to show for it -- which is how my weight loss struggle is going btw.  But finally, FINALLY, I have something to show for the late nights, study sessions and tears.  

Recently I started browsing tumblr again, specifically studyblrs, and made what might be a mistake.  I'm deciding to do my own #100daysofproductivity.  I'd planned to begin on the first of November and it just happened to be the same day that I got this fantastic news.  Coincidence? Of course not.  This milestone doesn't mean I get to chill -- more like the opposite.  Now's the time to go into overdrive and fly through the rest of the semester.  As Chescaleigh says, #nodaysoff.  Every day I should be doing something that is moving me in the direction of success.  So I'd like to document little blips of my journey and/or struggle, whether it be specific to academia or relate to my fitness and spiritual journeys as well.  Good? Good.

So what's new with you?  I want to know what's going on in your life.  The big things and the little things too. All of it matters to me.  Hit me up down below. <3

Stay sweet,
Bee