Eclectic Little Life

Everyone is posting these 10 year aging challenges, and it has me thinking where I was 10 years ago. My very first profile pic on Facebook, 2009 Cass. Wow, looking back at myself in 2009 a lot comes flooding back. I loved including my awkward forearm in selfies, I had a pink Kodak camera that I took everywhere. I wore A LOT of eyeliner. I loved tight shirts that showed off my one curve. I straightened away all my natural waves in my hair until my hair was limp and lifeless. I had a lot to learn about embracing who I was, and loving myself. Things that happened in 2009; I found my love of mismatched socks, I fell into my first bad relationship, I started marching band, I wore clip-on earrings, I finished my first year of high school, I lost my grandfather, I had acne, I had lots of sleepovers, I had long, awkward arms and legs, I got a cell phone, my brother helped me make a Facebook. I was a mature woman! (I hilariously thought) I remember this age so well.  I learned a

New year, new me! That's what everyone says around this time of year, right? They make a ton of resolutions, get gym memberships, start pinning new diet recipes to try, get haircuts, and organize their closets. It's a time you look back on your year and decide what you want to change, or what you want to do better. I'm guilty of it too!  I turned a quarter of a century old, at the end of the 2018 year. It made me think about a lot of things, and I'm still all on the side of "new me", but I didn't want to look at it quite like we normally do. Every year I have the same feelings as all those resolution-makers. I research affordable gym memberships, I look into those fad diets, and then something miraculous happens; I dive head first into my resolutions and crash miserably a week later. I don't follow through, I am embarrassingly horrible at follow-through and motivation. I don't see the "new me" a week later like I thought I would.