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Confessions of an Eternal Optimist
I always look at the glass like it’s half full even when it’s more than halfway empty. I always have. I’ve been called out on this characteristic before- Everything from: “How can you say that? We’re obviously not going to … Continue reading
In Widgets We Trust.
Happy Monday people of the blogosphere!
Yesterday I made a few little changes to my blog and I’m loving all the feedback I’ve been getting so I wanted to say thank you for your kind words!
Some tiny changes I’ve made- There is now more material on my sidebar! I decided to enable a few more widgets through WordPress. I’ve added my Twitter and Instagram feed, recent posts I’ve liked, my follower count, and a follow button! I also decided to switch up the look of my ‘archive’ and ‘categories’ sections. Instead of appearing as a list they are now in the form of a drop-down menu. I decided to do this because I’ve been blogging for over a year now and the list was just starting to get overwhelming. In a drop-down, all the content is much more organized and easy to find.
Finally, I wanted to share my e-mail with you all! ..And I’m so happy I did! I’ve already gotten a couple really great messages from some of my followers and am looking forward to receiving more! Don’t be shy!
There is one thing I am still looking to change though- Does anyone know how to make the sidebar scroll with the page? That way as the reader continues to explore my blog, the sidebar and all the content will follow? If you have any suggestions or hacks help a sista out!!
I’ve been having a lot of restless nights lately. I go to bed tired, but then I lie in bed wide awake. An anxious feeling consumes me. I am excited, nervous, scared shitless. Up until now, life has been a single staircase and I just took steps. But now, as I’m preparing to graduate college, I take my final step. But my final step to where? It doesn’t just stop. I see doors, I see another set of stairs, and another and another, I see slides and I see bikes and I see planes that can take me everywhere. I don’t know what I want to do or where I want to go and that terrifies me. I thought college was supposed to be the step I took to get to the step where I knew what the rest of my life would look like. But here I am, up at 2 am thinking about all the possibilities–and all the consequences. I guess that’s a beautiful thing though, right? This panic that I am so privileged to have? I get to dream about a world filled with opportunities and challenges, but soon I will be apart of it. It will be chaotic and messy, but an adventure all my own. This uncertainty is unsettling, but then again if I was completely certain what sort of nights would I have? What sort of dreams would I dream?