Remembering My First Love

It’s #TBT, but no one really needs another picture of me as a baby to demonstrate how irresistible I was, and that subsequently punishes my mother for not capitalizing on my natural talent as a pint-sized superstar. Instead, have a look at this post I wrote when my blog was still a baby, it’s still cute, but doesn’t have nearly as much food smeared all over its face and body.

Half and Half

I’m going to be real honest and break it down for a hot second.

I’ve had my fair share of crushes that didn’t quite pan out (I’m talking to you, Leo DeCaps) the way that I wanted.  But love is a completely different story.

I’ve been there, done that, moved on, and (almost) got over it.  But then again, the first cut is the deepest, right Sheryl Crow?  You go girl, sign it from the heart! Lance Armstrong sucks! (just kidding…?)

Anyways, since I’m somewhat of a scornful human being when it comes to broken hearts, I did a little research into the whole feeling of love and what it means. And what I found what shocking.

Turns out, I’m already in love.  Who knew?  I started reading about the 7 Ways Love Transforms Your Brain, and with each progressing number it became more and more clear.

I’m…

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