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Lesson #33: It all comes together.


I’m going to write you a little follow up lesson.

Or three.

Basically, as soon as I got out of school in May, I’ve been stressing and thinking and planning and plotting and buying and wishing and hoping and praying for today.

And not for the one reason I expected.

But for two.

One, I am finally laying in bed, moved into my first house.


I have finally found the answer to my big idea.

Let’s re-visit some lessons.

Shall we?

Exhibit A.

Lesson 16.

Perfect timing does exist.

I know this because when my answer came to me today, I knew it was the one.

And there was no doubt in my mind that it wasn’t perfect.

Exhibit B.

Lesson 18.


Because it makes a difference.

A huge difference.

They did know a thing or two that I didn’t. They did see it from a different angle. They did have better ideas, and better resources, more love, and more to offer.

And it helped me reach my answer.

Exhibit C.

Lesson 6.

Grow up, don’t grow down.

I hated the idea of growing up.

I think I still might a little.

(Hey, it’s a process)

Paying for rent, utilities, and a car I crashed into this summer absolutely sucked.

But I made it.

I’m here.

I’m on my step.


And I’m deciding to grow up, not grow down.

I made a promise to you and to myself that cool things are on the verge of happening.

When you begin to grow up, you don’t lose everything. You gain everything. Your life is growing and embellishing and unfolding in new ways.

And so is mine.

I’m in my first house, and as silly as it seems, the possibilities are endless.

Rent and gas are nothing compared to the memories i’ll be making with my roommates, the yummy recipes i’ll be learning how to cook (…or not), and the frolicking I’ll be doing around my room with no pants on because I can.

Growing up gets hard, but I’m going to enjoy it.

I’m going to bask in all it’s glory,

and laugh in it’s face.

So today,

This day,

It all came together.

This is just reaffirmation for you and for me that perfect timing does exist, that asking does make a difference, that growing up doesn’t have to mean growing down.

It all comes together.

Sometimes, quickly.

Other times?


But surely.

And that’s when it’s the best.

The most rewarding.

So today I’ve learned it all comes together. It really does.

You just have to believe it.

Day Thirty-Three.


Lessons Mentioned:

Lesson 16: Perfect timing does exist.

Lesson #18: Ask.

Lesson #6: Growing up? Or Growing down?


Lesson #32: Don’t make it complicated.


I’ve been making a lot of things in my life complicated for absolutely no reason at all. And then today, it hit me all at once.

If you want to do it, do it.

If you don’t want to do it, don’t.

If it needs to be done, do it.

If it can wait, wait.

It doesn’t have to be perfect, because nothing is perfect.

And will probably just get messy again anyways.

If it’s complicated, it’s really not that complicated.

You’re just making it so.

I had to laugh.

How come no one told me it was this easy all along?

Day Thirty-two.

Lesson #28: Look good and raise some hell.


Wear no make-up, leave your hair in tangles, and wear the ugliest thing you own.

For no reason.

And don’t feel bad about it.


take a hot shower, make yourself up, put on your favorite dress, look smoking hot, raise some hell, and break some hearts.

For no reason.

And don’t feel about that either.

Day Twenty-Eight.

#3: The Best Medicine.

7/22 and a half/14.


It’s 3am.

Fun fact: Learning a lesson a day is a lot harder than you think, and not for the reasons you’re probably thinking.

It’s honestly really easy to learn a lesson each day.

Actually, you learn about 20 of them.

The real problem is, which lesson do you choose?

Within the past 24 hours, let’s just say a lot of things happened that I could write about.

I’ll spare you the details.

See, it’s really hard to write a blog about your life for 365 days at the age of 19 in the public eye without sounding like Taylor Swift, a subtweet, or a bad ABC Family original movie.

How do I word my (many) thoughts to make sense? How do I organize them, give them form; give them life? How do I breathe them into something meaningful, for myself? And for you? And how much do I want to share without sounding crazy?

I could write about how much people actually have the ability to suck, but 1) that’s too many bad words to fit in one blog post. I think I’d exceed the maximum word count, and 2) that’s not a life lesson, that’s just fueling negativity. I could write about how the people you thought were kind and caring, only really wanted front row seats to laugh in your face. I could (and desperately thought about writing) write about how I said something completely stupid that I entirely regret but deep (…deep) down I am really happy I said, but we’ll save that lesson for another day, I’m sure.


I’ll write this.

Good people— good friends— are the best medicine. Laughter is the best remedy.

A few friends and I went out for ice-cream (cotton candy 4 life), somehow ended up at Taco Bell (yes in that order), then watched some random rom-com with Rachel McAdams (GODDESS) and one of the less relevant Weasley brothers from Harry Potter (IT’S OK, YOU’RE STILL COOL).

Don’t ask me how it ended, I feel asleep.


before then, I laughed so much.

Like a lot.

We laughed about really, really stupid things. Like ridiculous things no one probably laughs at.

And that’s how it should be.

Naturally, everyone came carrying their own baggage from the day. Boy problems, girl problems, life problems. Some, more than others. But we had all seen it for the day.

Sometimes, it helps to talk about it.

And sometimes, it just helps to laugh.

The more, the merrier.

If you can’t physically see your friends, pick up the phone.

Actually pick up the phone, and call them.

It’s refreshing.

You’ll laugh this way too, I promise.

Heck, have you ever tried group text message?

Not only will you laugh extremely hard at the ridiculous GIFs and exchange of ideas and insights in the conversation, but you might even figure out a group Halloween costume.

Dibs on The Cheetah Girls.

Listening and helping someone else through their struggle starts the healing process within yourself too.

Laugh. Smile.

Life is too short to be anything but happy.

You realize, everything isn’t so bad after all. All you needed was to smile, even if just for a moment.

It’s like a little spark of hope again. It’s the light at the end of your tunnel.

Laughter is the best medicine.

Dosage: take as often as needed.

Don’t let one bad egg ruin the rest of the dozen.

Que Iggy.


It’s Day Three.

And I got one less, one less, problem. ;)