[ AS FEATURED ON 40KFT WEBSITE ]
When they called my name at my graduation and I walked across the stage, there were two things I knew for certain:
- My heels were uncomfortable.
- I had no idea what I was going to do next.
Twenty-something years later – I finally came to a simple, yet profound realization.
Without Jesus, I suck.
SHOP BLACK HEELS:
I hate needles. Maybe despise is a better word.
The bigger the needle, the bigger the panic attack.
But the day came when I had to go to the ER.
Dehydration got the best of me and the nurses decided to stick me with a needle the size of a ruler called an IV.
I cringed. I begged. I cried.
I wanted this thing off of me.
Little did I know the very thing that was hurting me, served to make her stronger.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…..
SHOP THE LOOK
I was so over waiting.
I spent nearly half the day making sure that everything was done to perfection.
There was no way I was going let my time and effort go to waste.
I poked the golden cake with my fork for the 3rd time in the last 15 minutes.
It’s still not ready.
Ladies. This one is for you.