Random chic in a not so random town

I have been on a journey and it has been bumpy on some instances but mostly full of wonderful amazing moments:) Today however I have been touched by the many friends of mine who have decided to take the motherhood path at young ages while still pursuing their dreams at their careers and some in furthering their education. It’s no secret that I am attached to babies, and on this note, I will write a letter to my baby (however time you decide to come) and hope that someday, while they are trying to snoop and uncover my past, they will stumble upon this letter to them and realize that much( or not much) was going on in my head and settling in my heart...Here goes by disdain attempt at capturing those souring emotions, Dear Baby of mine, I am afraid of so many things in this life. I am afraid that I might not be good enough for you, I am afraid that in my attempt to rebel against how my parents brought me up, I might spoil you too much and veer from the path I should have t...

The month of August 2012 will forever be etched in my mind as the month that really defined me. In splits of seconds my destiny had been clearly chatted down in a canvas and it was upon me to decide what I would do with it. In that one moment, I felt weaker that I have ever felt yet stronger than I was ever going to be…I felt tears well in my eyes and a smile carving in my mouth, I felt my knees grow weak and my heart pumping the hardest it had ever pumped to survive. I held on, I chose the hard path out and I hoped that it would be worth it in the end. For one whole week I was spaced out. My reality quickly became my fantasies in reverse. There was everything to look forward to and nothing tangible to tell me I was just a step away from achieving everything I had hoped for. Day after day, I walked on eggshells wondering how the rest of the world was going to internalize what I was about to tell them. What was going on in their tiny little minds, or not, concerning me, was about ...