Entry No. 41: Professional But Not Too Professional Hoop Jumper
Morgan Conner • October 4, 2023
“How you love yourself is how you teach others to love you” - Rupi Kaur
Sometimes I feel like a hypocrite when I write blog posts, but this one is one that makes me feel like I should just throw the whole blog away.
Not because it’s not an important topic, it’s because I am so much of a work in progress when it comes to this topic it feels
wrong
to write about it.
Self love is the topic that I will be
attempting
to cover today.
I say the word attempting because I feel like a fraud for discussing this when I know it is something that I struggle with daily. But I find strength in the fact that
maybe
this is a topic that someone out there needs to hear, and maybe just maybe, it makes you feel a little less alone in the great big world.
Your relationship with yourself directly impacts your relationships with others.
The way we see, speak to, and treat ourselves establishes the manner in which we allow others to see, speak to, and treat us.
If you belittle yourself, hurt yourself, hate yourself, degrade yourself, it feels less dramatic when others in your life start to.
As someone who has had many toxic relationships/friendships as well as partners, I can attest that the way that I spoke to myself definitely played a part.
But the whole “love yourself stare into the mirror while saying how beautiful and special you are '' is something that the pessimist in me hates. When I have tried to stare into the mirror “thing” it makes me so uncomfortable that I want to make jokes to deflect.
The idea of staring at myself and calling myself beautiful makes me *uncomfortable.*
Uncomfortable.
Why is that?
Why is it that we are conditioned to say “No I don’t” after “ You look so beautiful” ?
If a person responded to a compliment saying “Thank you I know” we would call her vain or rude. Why is that?
Why do we feel like we have to
belittle ourselves
and be less than so others do not feel threatened? We are essentially taught this around middle school. If you don't believe me talk to an elementary schooler, their confidence is unmatched. They can be a space exploring, dragon fighting, president, and still make time for play.
I think its around middle school that we learn to say we are not beautiful or smart or strong or brave or insert any other adjective here. I wonder what that does to us as we develop? To speak all those negative things over ourselves for years. Establishing the mental pattern to be less than and to ensure that we do not step on others toes.
I only took a few psychology classes in college but that has to have
SOME
sort of impact right?
I think that truly loving everything about yourself is really hard for most.
In my humble opinion that reason would be to truly love someone or something you love all of it, unconditionally. That's much easier to do when it's your pet or your partner.
It's much harder to do when it is you.
I love my husband unconditionally but when it comes to me the conditions I have are miles long.
I give myself
so many hoops
that I have to jump through to
earn love from myself.
Yet I have loved people who were terrible to me and handed them back my light after they repeatedly blew it out.
Gotta love a double standard that makes
no
sense right?
I am working on it, and I feel like that has to count for
something.
They say that the first step to rectify the problem is acknowledging the problem. Consider this one acknowledged. Now the hard part comes in, working towards fixing it.
This post is for anyone out there who has ever had trouble loving themself, you are not alone, and you are loved.
Treat yourself the way you want others to treat you.
Love you more,
Morgan
Check this out Corner:
Self Love by Avery Anna
An incredible and unfortunately relatable song sung by someone whose bravery in the vulnerability of these lyrics deserves endless praise.
Morgan Conner
is the passionate creator and driving force behind The Modest Journal. At 28 years old, she wears many hats as the owner, founder, CEO, and self-described "resident words girl."
For Morgan, words are more than just communication—they are her love language, her means of storytelling, and a source of inspiration for others. Her blog is a testament to her desire to merge her passions into a single creative outlet, aiming to bring joy and provoke thought through her words.
Whether she's impacting, inspiring, or offering a fresh perspective, Morgan hopes her writing resonates deeply with her audience.
To Our Son Cannon: You are loved, believed in, protected, and supported more than you could ever imagine. Why? Just for being you, no strings, no conditions, no stipulations. You and you alone will always be enough. It's been a bit since I sat down to write, and well, for good reason. A lot has changed in the past five months since I last posted an entry. Our son was born a few months ago, and he has changed our priorities and the amount of time and effort we have to dedicate to other things, and rightfully so. I am not sure if this post will be inspirational, helpful, or motivational for anyone in any way. In all honesty, it might serve as a dumping ground for some of the thoughts and feelings that have been sitting on my chest, spewed out onto the keys in a very “all over the place” manner. But it is real and it's raw, much like I have found motherhood to be. My son was delivered via scheduled C-section. He was measuring quite large, and the doctors were growing concerned with his size and delivery as well as shoulder dystocia. Aka, they were concerned that he would be stuck in the birth canal, leading to an emergency c-section, or, as I was told, they could try to “gently break his clavicle to get him out.” I don't know about you, but I refuse to “gently” break a bone in my kid so I can have the “badge of honor” of a vaginal birth. I am not saying a vaginal birth isn't worth celebrating, but becoming a mom is hard in any fashion; none of it is ever easy. I am saying I would never allow my son to suffer so I could have bragging rights. I know some people don't view a C-section as “birth,” but I can assure you it is. When you are pulled into that room without your partner, practically naked, terrified, and surrounded by people who are just experiencing another day at work, just to be numbed, restrained, and cut into while you are awake, praying the whole time that you survive, it's not easy. Its birth. It's love. It's motherhood. Being that I was scheduled to have my son, unlike the birth experience where I always imagined some dramatic water breaking moment and scrambling to the hospital like in the movies, it was pretty simple. Call the doctor, schedule the appointment, prepare for surgery, walk in, and have a baby. Each way has its pros and cons, but it was nice to be able to know when he was coming. Although the night before he was born was worse than any night before Christmas or the first day of school that I ever had as a kid, or even the night before my wedding. The anticipation was insane. I was feeling so much excitement to meet my son, but also so much fear that both he and I would be okay the next day. I spent most of the night writing letters to my family members in the event that I didn't survive the next day. The morning of my son's birth, as we gathered the last-minute items to go to the hospital, I told my husband, “If I don't make it, both my will and my letters to my loved ones are on my Google Drive.” I told him I didn't want to ruin the mood of the day with my fear, but I never wanted to leave him unsure of what to do, and from then on, we just didn't talk about it. We drove to the hospital and we had our son. Later that day, I asked him if he would want to read what I wrote to him the night before, and he said he never wanted to read the letter, and he still hasn’t. In fact, he was, until this moment, the only one who knew they were written. I have never seen that man look more terrified than when I was on the operating table and more relieved than when both our son and I were safe. I truly could not have done it without him, and I am grateful for him and love him even more every day. Preparing for a C-section was terrifying. I knew the risks were higher, I knew what was going to happen to me, I knew the recovery would be worse, and I walked into that room head held high and determined to leave it alive. I am very lucky. I had an incredible medical team who made the process so smooth for me that I am so happy I chose to do a C-section. Our son was born with the cord around his neck, and his head and shoulders measured more than 10 cm around, confirming he most likely would have been stuck and unable to breathe. Resulting in an emergency C-section anyway and a whole other litany of potential complications and risks. But we made the choice ahead of time, and it was the right one. God’s plan is always the best way. Postpartum was like nothing I had ever experienced. At the time, I just wanted the pain and sleepless nights to end. But now, as my son sleeps through the night and I feel just a tad more normal, I would be lying if I said I didn't miss it. I never thought I would miss that hospital room when I walked out of it. But as he continues to grow, learn, and change right before my very eyes, a part of me longs for the hours/days old baby who wailed and the parents who had no clue how to make it stop. It's hard to remember a place and time that we can never go back to. It feels like just yesterday, but also a lifetime ago. I love the person he is, and miss the person he was, and I am excited for the person he will be all at the same time. It's such a complicated feeling to describe, but I am sure that every parent out there can relate. I have always loved kids. From a very young age, I have always wanted to be a mom. I taught many children over the years, from my first Preschoolers I ever worked with in 2012 to the last class in 2018. I have babysat and nannied for countless families and kids. If you know my story, then you know I was a step-mother to a sweet girl as well for almost the first year of her life. I have always LOVED kids. After over a year of trying, I can honestly say there was a point when I was afraid I would never get to have one of my own and have the family I always dreamed of. Every child is a blessing, but in our eyes, our miracle baby takes the cake. When you struggle and almost lose hope for so long, the light at the end of the tunnel shines just a little brighter. To those out there in any form of fertility struggle, loss, or challenge, as it involves kids, trying to conceive, external pressures from people who have no idea what you are going through, or the unspeakable grief of losing a child, I see you. If you ever need someone to talk to, my door is always open. My heart is with you. As I become more of Morgan the person again and a little less of Morgan the mom, I am starting to do the things that I love to do. Dusting off the books, the crochet hooks, and most importantly, the laptop keys. I hope to get back into all things blog and writing because I miss it. As this is my 54th entry, one can assume I have a lot to say, and holding it all in for months, you can only imagine how full my head is. But it is not nearly as full as my heart or my arms are nowadays. I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Love you more, Morgan Cannon’s Mom Check this out Corner: Baby Einstein's Free Spotify Playlist If you have kids or even if you don't, classical music is great for everyone. As said in the Disney Pixar Movie The Incredibles, “Who is ready for some neurological stimulation?”
“If the numbers we see in domestic violence were applied to terrorism or gang violence, the entire country would be up in arms, and it would be the lead story on the news every night." - Mark Green
For most of my life, I thought being available to everyone made me a good person. I said yes to more than I could carry Yes to extra work when I was already tired Yes to conversations I wasn’t emotionally ready for Yes to plans that drained me more than they filled me. I overextended, overcommitted, overcompensated . I wanted to be dependable, kind, and easy to love. And somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that setting boundaries was the opposite of all of that. I didn’t realize then that every “yes” I gave out of guilt or fear came at the cost of myself. This all has gotten much much worse as pregnancy has gone on. All that extra energy that I was allocating for giving of myself to others has now been allocated to growing femurs, creating eyeballs, and an endocrine system (and obviously much much more). While that may not sound like a lot, it's exhausting . Pregnancy is the equivalent metabolically of running a marathon every single day for 10 months. If any Karen out there feels like that's “ not that bad ” please let me know where I can watch you run 7969.1754 miles. I’ll bring the snacks and my opinions. While my situation in life changed and became more draining physically and emotionally, the requirements of me placed by others did not. If anything, somehow people seem to need more of me. Honestly, it's crazy to me how that was even possible cause I was pretty stretched thin before. It’s one of the negatives of handling things well, people think you just have it all under control. They don’t see the boiling pressure underneath. Cue Luisa from Encanto singing Surface Pressure. It didn’t look dramatic from the outside. It rarely does. It was more like a quiet depletion. The kind that builds slowly—through little resentments, subtle burnout, and the aching feeling that you’re constantly showing up for others, but rarely for yourself. Or that they rarely show up for you . I was tired, but I didn’t feel like I had permission to rest. I was overwhelmed, but I didn’t know how to ask for space. I kept pushing past my limits because I didn’t want to be seen as difficult or selfish. But boundaries, I’ve learned, are not selfish. They’re essential. And learning to set them has been one of the most transformative parts of my growth . The person out there telling me that I need to take a step back the most and the loudest, my wonderful husband and partner. It has gotten to the point where he has asked to say no to people on my behalf. It’s funny that it takes him, calm, level headed, and rational , to be upset at the circumstances to remind me that my feelings about it have been valid the whole time . It becomes much easier to see these kinds of things sometimes with the outside perspective. Knowing that we have a little one on the way who depends on us not just to give him time, energy, resources, etc. but to also teach him how to handle these situations, establish boundaries, and navigate stresses in life also puts this into perspective for me. I never want my son to feel like he has to make his life harder to make others lives easier. I never want my son to be used by people and think it is okay in the ways that I have. I want my son to be able to learn from us these mistakes and save the headaches we endured. While the idea of boundaries sounds complicated and the idea of setting them seems overwhelming, what surprised me most was how simple it started. Not easy—but simple. It looked like turning off my notifications and letting the message wait. It looked like choosing to stay home on a night I really needed stillness, even if someone else was disappointed. It looked like saying, “I can’t take that on right now,” without over-explaining or apologizing. Each small decision felt shaky at first. But over time, it started to feel like coming home to myself. In relationships, it meant choosing mutuality over one-sided effort. It meant stepping back from dynamics that left me feeling small, drained, or unseen. And it meant trusting that the people meant for me would not require me to shrink to keep their love. In rest, it meant letting myself pause—without guilt. That one was especially hard. Because somewhere along the way, I picked up the belief that rest had to be earned. That if I wasn’t constantly doing, I was somehow failing. I’m unlearning that now I’m remembering that I can rest just because I need to. Just because I’m human. And that’s really the heart of it: boundaries remind me I’m human. They bring me back to the truth that I can’t do it all, be it all, or give it all—at least not without slowly losing myself in the process. I’m still learning. I still have moments where I over-explain my no, or second-guess a decision I made to protect my peace. But I’m trying to meet those moments with grace. Because this isn’t about perfection—it’s about practice. And every time I honor my limits with honesty and compassion, I get a little closer to the kind of life I actually want to live. So if you’re navigating this too—learning to draw lines, speak up, or pull back—I want you to know you’re not alone . It takes courage to choose yourself in a world that rewards over-functioning. But you deserve a life that includes you in it. Fully. Tenderly. Without apology. Boundaries aren’t about building walls. They’re about creating spaces where you can thrive. Where love can exist without depletion. Where rest isn’t a luxury, but a rhythm. You are allowed to protect your peace. You are allowed to take up space. And you are allowed to be both kind and clear. That’s not selfish. That’s wholeness. Love you more, Morgan Check This Out Corner: Encanto. This movie is not only incredible visually and musically but the song Surface Pressure made me cry the first time I watched it.
There's a song going viral right now on TikTok by the artist Jenna Raine. The song called “Who Am I” has lyrics that state “The girl I used to be in 2017 Honestly, I hardly recognize.” Although the trend is lighthearted and usually just two pictures mostly highlighting physical changes, the trend hit me deep and hard like a Mack Truck. In 2017 : I was escaping my abuser, forced to step away from school, leaving a baby in a bad situation I had loved for her whole life because I had no rights to her, and truly thinking that it could never get better. In 2025: I am married to the love of my life, in my third trimester with my miracle baby, and living a life I never thought I of all people could be lucky enough to live. I used to think growth would feel like fireworks. A grand "aha!" moment followed by clarity and purpose. But more often than not, it feels like confusion. Doubt. Small steps. Getting it wrong. Then getting it a little less wrong. Then realizing you’re already somewhere new—and you didn’t even notice the moment you crossed over. Change—whether it’s a new season of life, a shift in relationships, or the slow unraveling of plans we thought were certain—has a way of shaking us . Sometimes it feels like loss . Other times, it feels like freedom . But most of the time? It just feels uncomfortable. There was a time when the thought of change made me feel like I was standing at the edge of a cliff. Unsteady. Unsure. And absolutely not ready to jump . Honestly, even after all the changes that I have experienced I still wouldn't say that I have ever become “ready” to jump. It's not as much about the “being ready” as it is about doing it anyway. What I’ve come to learn is that discomfort isn’t a sign that something is wrong. It’s often a sign that something is growing. We tend to hold on tightly to what’s familiar . Even when it no longer serves us. Even when it quietly drains our joy. Why? Because we confuse comfort with safety. And to our nervous systems, safety is everything. But comfort zones can be cages. Soft, cozy, padded ones—but cages nonetheless. The hardest part of change is not the change itself. It’s the releasing of what we thought we needed. I've had to let go of versions of myself that once made perfect sense—habits, routines, even people. And in doing so, I realized: we can grieve the past and still look forward to what’s next. Those things are not mutually exclusive. Most of the time change will happen even if we resist it. Resisting just makes the inevitable much harder. I think that this has become very evident to me recently while being pregnant with my first child. Although there are some things that stay the same, most of the things in my life have been changing, myself and body included. It feels very much like the montage in Toy Story when “Strange Things” plays and Woody glances around at Andy’s Room and all the changes that have been happening. No matter how much you would like to fight it, sometimes you just know it will be fruitless. Like expecting your stomach not to grow and your boobs not to get bigger, good luck with that . It's going to happen if you fight it or not. But it has been so gradual that each day I feel the same, until I look back and I realize just how much has happened. Not just with pregnancy, but with life. Bringing a child that you have always dreamed of into the world makes you realize just how much time in your life is behind you. Change doesn’t always announce itself with bold signs. Sometimes, it whispers: You’re not who you were a year ago. And that’s a quiet kind of victory. Let me just say: I see you. And I know how hard it is to keep moving when the path isn’t clear. But keep moving anyway. You are not meant to stay the same. And that’s not a threat—it’s a gift. Growth isn’t about becoming someone new. It’s about remembering who you were all along, beneath the fear . So here’s to change—the scary, sacred, slow kind. May we learn to meet it not with resistance, but with curiosity. Love You More, Morgan Check This Out Corner: Toy Story. If you haven’t seen it, where is the rock you live under? Not only is it great at highlighting changes and overcoming hardships (not limited to Space Ranger challenges) but it is totally Andy Vixen approved (If you KNOW you know.)
It feels weird to be able to talk about this because I feel like we have been holding this secret in for so long but…. We are having a baby boy ! After over a year of trying to conceive, as my husband likes to say, “ We finally made one stick! ” I don't even think that I can begin to wrap my head around how to describe this last year and a half and all the emotions that went along with it. I knew I always wanted to write a blog post on my experiences trying to conceive because it was one of the worst periods of my life . The disappointment, the pressure, the longing, the heartache, and the fear that it will never happen for you are some of the MANY reasons why. The worst might be the external pressure and advice. While some (not all) people mean well, they have no idea how hurtful or frustrating some of their words can be. “Have you tried not stressing about it?” “Have you tried tracking your temperature?” “Just get drunk and don’t worry about it.” “I wish that was how it was for us. My husband just looks at me and I get pregnant.” “You guys aren’t getting any younger.” “Don’t you want a family.” “Do you take vitamins?” “I can’t wait for you to have a baby.” “Maybe if you have to try so hard you aren't meant to have one.” “You could always adopt.” “You can take one of my kids, they drive me nuts.” “You should be thankful, you can still travel.” “Just stop trying and then it will happen.” And my personal favorite: “Is your husband disappointed with you?” Yes these are all things that real people said to me in my real life. Honestly, it’s a miracle some of these didn’t result in me receiving assault charges. You're welcome for my self control. * smiles with an eye twitch * The most ironic thing about all of it is that with all the pressuring comments people made, it actually made me want to never have kids. Like at all. Which is crazy because of how much I have loved kids and wanted to be a mom since I was a child. Even the smallest amount of water will erode a rock with enough time. I will say the unexpected blessing of being honest about the journey that we were on to conceive is that it allowed me to learn a lot about the people in my life and their journeys as well. By sharing our struggles and feelings we opened the doors to some really honest and vulnerable conversations. Some of our friends and family trusted us with their stories, their struggle to conceive, their loss, and their rainbow babies. It is quite beautiful to be trusted enough by someone with those cherished memories. When the test said pregnant for the first time instead of showing us not pregnant, negative, or just one line we were in shock. My husband's face went so numb he drooled (don’t worry he thinks it's hysterical and is fine that I share that). I think at that moment we were prepared for another heartache . We set up the camera each time we tested to record our reactions so that one day we could show our child the moment we found out about them. We now have twelve very sad videos and one really really happy one. What the process of trying to conceive has taught me mainly about is gratitude . I love our twelve sad videos because they lead us to our thirteenth. Without the struggle there wouldn't be as much beauty in the triumph. While my husband and I are choosing to limit what we share about our child on the internet I wanted to share this post for all the people out there in their parenthood journeys. If you are trying to conceive, can not have children, are going through treatment, are mourning a loss, are thinking of giving up, or are in any other season of waiting: we see you. We know that nothing that we can say can make this process any easier or less emotional. If you need to talk about it, know that w e are here and routing for you. I f you are one of those people with the comments, the nosey, the intrusive, and the pressure to have more kids, less kids, or kids in general: in the most disrespectful way possible, fuck you. Life is hard enough without your pressure and two cents Karen. Maybe mind your business and not everyone else's? To our son, you are wanted more than you could ever imagine. You have been prayed for, dreamed of, talked about, and loved for our entire lives. You will do amazing things. You will be brave, kind, thoughtful, strong, wise, funny, compassionate, and perfect just as you are. We will do everything in our power to love, protect, and guide you to the best of our abilities. You might have to give us some grace, we are new to this whole parent thing. We always knew that God had a plan for you. He knew you would be our 13th try (my lucky number) and be due in the 7th month (your dads lucky number). He gave you extra time in heaven with our family members and I know they don’t want to let you go. We are ready for you when you are a little man. You, our son, were always worth the wait. Love you more, Morgan Check this out Corner: Modern Fertility. Not only was I able to do fertility testing from the comfort of my own home, but all ovulation tests and pregnancy tests can be scanned and uploaded into the app. You can log all symptoms and have it generate clear records for your medical professionals. Best of all, it's free.
If you have been my friend (at least according to Facebook) for more than a year now then you know what this is. If you just met me this year, then buckle up because it's going to be my longest yet since this is the oldest I have ever been (cheesy joke intended). One of my favorite things to do each year is sit down and reflect on the year that I have had and all the things that I have learned during it. I then take all of the emotions, the good, the bad, and the ugly and I share it with you. This tradition started on my 21st birthday and today marks SEVEN years of this tradition, time is flying. Thank you to everyone who took time out of your day to wish me a happy birthday, it means a lot to me. Everyone should feel special on their birthday. Here are the 28 things that I learned in 2024 in honor of my 28th year of life: 1. When people show you who they are, believe them . Not tell you, but SHOW you 2. Thinking about your situation is perfectly fine, but it will never change it. You can not think your way into a better life, you have to act on it. 3. God told us to love our neighbors, all of them. Even if, no especially if, they voted differently from you. Love doesn’t discriminate. 4. Our feeds and algorithms are making us addicted . We spend hours staring at a rectangle hallucinating and avoiding our lives. What could you accomplish if your phone died? 5. Your words have immeasurable power. I was within three feet of the man who murdered my grandmother this year. I delivered the victim impact statement on behalf of our family in front of him. The officer told us “that in all of his years, he's never seen a bully cut down that fast by words.” Don’t let the fear in your voice block you from using it or diminish its power. 6. Purge your social media of people every so often. I do this a lot and will be doing it again come the new year. We share a lot online and not everyone has the best of intentions in “being your friend.” If I wouldn’t go get lunch with you to tell you about how things are going, we’re not friends. 7. How you speak to yourself matters. Have you ever seen the videos where kids in a classroom speak kindly to one plant and with hate to the other? I’ll bet you can guess which one grows better. You are the plant, speak kindly to yourself and drink some damn water . 8. I saw something that really spoke to me. It was a man asking strangers “What would you say if I told you I was going to give you a billion dollars?” People were of course over joyed and said how grateful they would be. The man then asked “What would you say if I told you I would give you the money but if you took it you would not wake up tomorrow . Would you take it ?” Everyone said no. Waking up tomorrow is worth more to you than ONE BILLION DOLLARS . Don’t waste one second of your life. 9. I had to ask many times for people to provide letters of support for the hearing. I had to message family members directly asking them to support THEIR FAMILY MEMBER . I was ignored by people who are “family.” I was given excuses as to why people would try to get to it or couldn't get to it by people who are “family.” If your relative has to beg you to write a paragraph in support of your family member's murder not being released, you are not family . Family is what you make it , not just blood. 10. The reason behind why you are doing something is what is going to keep you showing up for that thing. Motivation is fleeting, but if your why is strong enough you will never give up. 11. The media is trying to scare you or sell to you . Once you understand that the world becomes much clearer. 12. Pets are one of the greatest blessings yet losing them is one of the worst losses. There is something so tragic about losing something so pure and full of unconditional love. The loss does not negate the life. We miss you every day Coopy. 13. Health is the greatest form of wealth in this country. No one is going to come along and force you to take care of yourself. In fact t he system profits if you don’t. But you get one body and the way you treat it impacts your time on this earth. We don’t get back time, so try not to give it away so easily. 14. If someone walks out of your life let them. Its pretty rare that the trash decides to take itself out. Don’t drag it back in. 15. Support your friends and their dreams. If someone I know wants to own a business, or start content creating, or write a book I am there. I will like everything you post, I will engage, I will share, I will help you if you need it and more. Why? B ecause the world is full of large companies filled with greed and not enough dreamers . Invest in small businesses and you invest in US. 16. If you want to make your life better, pick up a book. If you want to hear the most amazing story ever told, pick up a book. If you want to see far off places, start an adventure, learn a skill, battle a dragon, expand your knowledge, PICK UP A BOOK . As someone who read 197 books this year I can not even tell you how much better my life has become since I put down the phone and picked up a book. 17. Stop saving the “special” things in your life for a “special time” to use them. Wear the nice perfume, drink the bottle you have been saving for a rainy day, go to that place you have always wanted to try, adopt the animal you keep saying one day to. Life is too short to spend it waiting for the day to be “special.” Y ou are alive aren't you? That is special enough . 18. Love your friends kids as if they were your own. The world is full of people with bad intentions to innocent children. Protect them, love them, teach them, and help them as if they were your own. Children will not remember the things you buy them but they will always remember how you made them feel . 19. Although it may not feel like it sometimes, you were put on this planet for a reason. The odds of you existing are estimated to be 1 in 10^2,685,000, which is a 1 followed by almost 2.7 million zeros. You are a miracle. Your story was needed on this planet just as anyone else. The same God who made the animals, the planet, the stars, the mountains, and the sea knew the world needed you. Never think of cutting your story short. 20. If your brain does not produce a chemical, store bought is just fine. Don’t punish yourself or think down on yourself for taking any medication to help your mental health. Would we shame diabetics in need of insulin? 21. Start a journal. Doesn't have to be hand written, could be digital. But start documenting your life, your days, your feelings, your beliefs. Don’t wait until you can't remember it. Someone out there is going to want to hear your story, maybe your kids or grandkids . I know I would have loved to hear my grandparent's. Document the little things, for they become the big ones . 22. Try something new. Whether its a food, a movie, a hobby, a skill, etc. Learn all the things that the world has to offer. You just might be surprised at how much joy it brings you. Our brains love to learn and change. 23. Leave things on this earth better than you found them. Even if it is just a fraction better. Leave the world better than you find it . 24. My brother, while I may not always agree with him, is one of the most obstinate people that I know. If he decides that he is going to do something, he is going to do it , whether people call him crazy or not. You could learn a lot from him and his ability to get things done with out being deterred by what anyone around him might think. 25. My mother is a perfectionist, I had to get it from somewhere. I have watched her my whole life spending time to make sure everything is perfect. From the food we ate, the plates we ate it on, our gifts being equal to the penny, cheer goodie bags and banners, perfectly wrapped presents, and missing less than 5 points in college total, and more instances than I can count. Its funny because my mom didn’t need to do any of that, she was always perfect just as she was, for who she was. She was and still is the perfect mom, she's all we ever needed. 26. I think one of the best sounds on this planet is my dads laugh. I love when he's telling me a story and he really gets going and then has to stop cause he's laughing so hard. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t hear that laugh and it is my favorite. Growing up he really taught us the best ways to be happy, even if everything wasn’t going your way. If more people were like my dad, the world would be a better place. 27. Every year I am shocked at just how much more I love my husband than the last. Its funny because I never thought I could love him more. But somehow every day he proves me wrong. I never had someone who I felt like cared for me or my heart before him. But if it makes me happy he will do it. Even if it means listening to hours of a fantasy book series I love just so he can talk to me about it. People read books dreaming to find a man like him. 28. This year although my messages seem negative, I had a great year. But it was also an emotional one filled with learning some really hard lessons. I am still very grateful. Each of these lessons prepared me for the next year of my life and I wouldn’t be the person I am today with out them. My biggest lesson this year is trust your gut. We often make a decision in seconds based on a gut feeling and then spend weeks/months/years changing our minds. Do not. Trust your intuition on these things, it will guide you in the right path. Praying for a great 2025 for all. Filled with love, laughter, lessons, belly laughs, trusting your gut, and changes for the better. Thank you for taking the time to read the words that were on my heart. Love you more, Morgan Check this out Corner: Birthday Cake Cake Pops. It's my birthday, why not ?