That’s So Sommer

Ladies. Real talk. Where y’all getting your bras from?

I need-

☁️ comfort
💪🏼 support

Also, why is bra shopping always such a chore? 😵‍💫🙄

My daughter-in-law’s bachelorette trip is coming up in June.

One of the nights, our theme is “pretty in pink”. 🩷

Which set should I get?

Long post but worth the read if you’re going through it.

It’s been about a month since I closed my store front and gave up my entire livelihood. To the outside world and social media, I kept showing up. I appeared okay and, at times, I felt okay.

But behind the scenes was a broken heart. Someone who didn’t know what they were going to do next. And that feeling of helplessness was debilitating.

I had 2 choices- figure it out or let the anxiety win and send me into a depression.

So lately, I’ve been spending a lot more time talking to God.

Not just quick prayers here and there but real conversations.

The kind where you sit in silence after and hope your heart hears what your mind can’t figure out yet.

I’ve been praying for clarity in so many areas of my life.
-For wisdom in the decisions I need to make.
-For peace over the things I can’t control.
-For direction when I feel pulled in different ways.
-And honestly, for the strength to trust God even when I don’t fully understand what He’s doing.

Sometimes I think we expect clarity to show up all at once, like a giant sign pointing us exactly where to go.

But lately I’m realizing that clarity often comes in smaller ways- through slowing down, through surrender, through closed doors, through unexpected peace and through learning to listen instead of constantly trying to force answers.

There have been moments where I’ve questioned myself, overthought everything, and felt stuck between what’s comfortable and what could possibly be meant for me next. But every time I pray about it, I keep feeling reminded that confusion and fear are LOUD but His direction usually comes with peace.

So right now, I’m choosing to keep trusting instead of rushing.
Keep believing that what’s meant for me won’t require me to betray myself, force things or live in constant anxiety.

This season isn’t about having every answer right away.

It’s about growing through the waiting. ⭐️

My MET Gala outfit! 💫

Use this prompt in ChatGPT 👇🏼

“Please put me in the Met Gala outfit that would suit me best. The theme is fashion is art. Use the attached photo for my face and body.”

Let’s see yours!

I’ve been obsessed with cropping shirts!

Anybody else love doing this?

I thought this was interesting.

FB used to NEVER be this difficult. Ever. You could post and everyone saw it. Easy peasy.

Now, all of us content creators, small business owners are always studying/trying to figure out what the algorithm is this week.

“The Zero-Push Effect” - if your viewers don’t comment or share within the first hour, FB shelves the post and will no longer push it out. Cool, right? 🙄

Just your friendly reminder to give the creators, business owners, people- whoever you love and want to continue seeing - some love on their posts so FB doesn’t shelf them.

Where y’all going?!? Don’t leave! 🫣

Born in ‘82. Graduated in 2001. Which means I grew up in the best era and I’ll die on that hill.

We had MySpace top 8 drama, AIM away messages, and flip phones that could survive being dropped 100 times (I even ran over mine). We didn’t have constant notifications- just “BRB” and hoping your crush signed on 🤣

We memorized phone numbers, burned CDs and took blurry digital camera pics we thought were 🔥. We would country cruise and listen to music for hours not even caring about gas because it was under $2 a gallon.

We grew up half outside, half online… right in that sweet spot before everything became too much.

Honestly… I wouldn’t trade it for anything 🤍

If you know, you know.

What was your go-to MySpace song? 🎶

I found my class ring today- and I swear, for a second, I was back in those hallways with my friends.

25 years ago, I wore it every day like it meant everything- because back then, it did. It held friendships, late nights, big dreams and a version of me who hadn’t been tested by life yet.

Picking it up now feels different. Not sad… just real. So much has changed. So much has been lost, gained, learned the hard way. And yet somehow, that younger version of me is still in there—just a little quieter, a little wiser but still the most fun.

It’s wild how something so small can take you back to a time when life felt wide open and everything was still ahead of you.

Here’s to hoping I come across my charm bracelet next!

Curiosity has gotten the best of me!

Who’s on the 🌶️ tide train?
Which ones are you taking?