Yeah, so this is about the 25th time I’ve tried to start writing a blog… My lack there of stems down to: do I really think anyone will read this. I think I’ve even said all of this every single time I “re”start my blog. Welp, here goes.
Here goes the (long) life update as of August 7, 2020.
I’m living my absolute best life. My husband and I have a great relationship, my son is extraordinary, my animals are still very annoying, but I’m happy. My relationships are blossoming with family, friends, colleagues, and God. I think I have a pretty good idea of who I am. So, who am I?
My name is Jessica. I am an Airman. I am a mom. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a granddaughter. I am a friend.
Throughout my years, *in a deep sarcastic voice* “back in my day”, I’ve gone through a rollercoaster of emotions and experiences, which at the time seemed like the worst moments of my life, but ultimately led me to where I am right now. I use to be consumed by social media and those stupid “thumbs up”s. But then I got pregnant, and then I started reading. Mostly, I read to learn how the F to be the best mom. Growing up, even though I’m sure it didn’t seem like it at the time, I thought I had the best mom. She gave me everything and supported everything I wanted to do. *Which broke her heart when I chose cheerleading over basketball* So, I had a pretty good idea of what to do and what not to do to keep my son alive, but I wanted to do more than just keep him alive. I wanted to give him a happy childhood. So, anyway, I started reading and reading. Through my many google searches I came across a few articles that basically said to step back from the norm, be yourself, and live life. So, that’s what I’ve been doing. I share on social media for my distant family to stay connected with us. I don’t share on social media to get hearts and thumbs up for how good I look. I use to, but not anymore. And MANNNNNNN, has my self worth and my mental health really skyrocketed.
So, who am I? I’m Jessica. I’m just a girl with a big heart and a desire to make everyone around me happy, including myself.
If you read this all, I love you. And, no, it’s not weird to tell your friends you love them. Do it more often. Love them now, not when they’re gone.

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