Life sometimes gets in the way...

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I have not been keeping up with the posts on here like I had hoped to. I apologize for that, but I spent a lot of time this week helping a best friend through some very personal stuff. I, too have been struggling a bit.. feeling unattractive and dealing with nausea from my pain conditions. To put it short and sweet, it has not been a great week really at all, but it has gotten better towards the end. One positive example of it getting better is that I was able to write yet another gymnastics post & I am getting the LSU coach to read it to the team to let them know how much I truly care. So that is truly awesome. I also submitted it for publication so I can share it with various other people once it is published! Sorry if that news is boring to some of you, but writing is basically my life. On another note, I am getting better and better at coloring. I am truly taking my time with it. I am making sure it is really neat and pristine looking. Maybe I will share some of the pictures with you all soon! That might be something fun to shake up my blog a little bit! I am not sure I will make it to my goal of 90 blogs this week, but maybe by the first week in May!! We'll see.

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