Not even going to lie... When I realized I was going to have to do my own laundry in college I was a little worried. My loving mother always took care of that for me and I always took that for granted. I didn't think I would be able to do it. Plus, you all know that I like my clothes and the thought of me messing them up makes me want to throw up. So before I left, my mom taught me how to do this so called laundry and when I got here she made sure I had the right supplies, but when it came time to do it all alone I was a little scared. Kinda like when you're playing in Kindergarten and someone older than you takes your toy. That's how it felt when I walked into the laundry room for the first time. I just stared at the machine. I mean it was about to take my cloths. I could not let that happen. So I called Mom... hahahaha. The first experience last week was good, but that was because my mom was telling me what to do. This week I decided I was going to conquer this task without my mom. After all I have never been one to let a bully have control over me. So tonight guess what I did?
Blessed is an understatement when it comes to my life. Each and every day I am amazed by God's steadfast love. In return, I have claimed this space to show my thanks and whatever else comes along the way. A student at Texas Christian University who loves any creative insta post, all donuts, and dress pants that make you do a double take. I pray God has a grand purpose for me and I plan to get there with a little Southern and a lot of Thanks! Join me!