Perks of Being a Blogflower

After a week of blogging, I've reached a consensus. This thing is pretty cool. Keeping up with it isn't as hard as I expected, and ideas sort of flow naturally. Trying to post every night is kinda like something to look forward to... it gives me a purpose. I know since I'm on break it's easier to keep up with, and who knows maybe it will carry on to the school year. It's nice getting your thoughts out into the public eye. Plus you don't have to worry about the number of likes you get, or hate comments you'll receive. It's all like a nice diary that I can share with whoever wants to read it. Quick little snippets of my overactive mind. These rants are only part of what's going on inside. But it's cool, you know, being able to talk normally with you all, without a character limit or fan base to watch out for. Nowadays, things like this are nice.

Christmas

Tis the season! The long awaited Christmas day has finally come! Children went to bed with excited dreams about St. Nick and butterflies in their stomach, waiting for the morning when their tree would have mounds of presents underneath waiting to be opened. They sent their lists to the the North Pole, made cookies for Santa and his reindeer, and watched Elf on TV. Their young minds are too naive to realize that their mom and Santa have the same handwriting, wrapping paper, and gift ideas, and they are caught up in the magical world of Christmas. The word alone carries memories of joy, happiness, and love. One can't say it and not get the jitters. However, as we grow, we find our views on Christmas to change. The butterflies don't seem to come anymore on Christmas Eve. We don't find it mandatory to leave the cookies out. We seem to forget the traditions of the past and carry on with our normal lives until Christmas morning. Of course, on the day of we have family and friends over, and the meaning of Christmas seems to appear, but when the presents are unwrapped, and the food is eaten, the spirit seems to die off so quickly. I'm not intending this is a bad thing. We do not live in Christmas Town where people live in joy and peace year round. Our daily lives accept the period of happiness and then move on. It's normal. However, as I grow older, I start to realize the true meaning of Christmas. It's not really about Santa, presents, or even a religious aspect. As time went on, our society has evolved the idea that Christmas could simply be a time where all people, all religions, could come together and be happy with simply each others company. It's not about the color Ugg's you get, or style of Miss Me's. If that were the purpose, it could be like any other day. But no. Christmas is different. Christmas has a meaning. A meaning worth remembering. It's that even if you have no money for presents, no money for plastic decorations, you can still experience the joy created from spending time with family, because that is priceless.

The Little Things

Sometimes in this crazy world, we can get caught up in the superficial aspects of life. We forget to slow down and stop obsessing over our Twitter accounts for a second, and go back to the basics. Just hang out with friends or family, have a regular face-to-face conversation with someone, or be with people you love being around. Nowadays, it's easy to talk to people over iMessage or Kik, but when it comes to asking them a simple question in real life, we freak out. In a world overtaken by technology, it's important to enjoy the little things. This simple phase carries so much meaning, but is unfortunately overlooked. During this holiday season, spend some time with family or just by yourself, and enjoy the little things.

Past, Present, and Future

On August 12, 1999, Bonnie and Mike Doyle welcomed a new baby girl into their family. This daughter, named Molly Jean Doyle, grew up in Modesto, California, with two sisters Elizabeth and Emily. They were ten years older than Molly, but delighted to have a new little sister to dress up and play with. Over the years, Molly became a neighborhood favorite, and melted the hearts of everyone she met. Her curly golden locks and bright blue eyes created the perfect, picturesque, gerber-baby look. Now I'm aware that I'm talking in third-person and might sound quite conceited, but I was a heartbreaker. However over the years, the cute, little, innocent, girl faded away. Maybe a thing called life came down from the sky and took her little mind for himself and left a torn-up teenager. The events we overcome shape us in every way. Those who lost a loved one may have stronger feelings for others than someone who hasn't. The way we carry ourselves in certain situations can develop an image for others to see. The image however, is not set in stone. If you mess up, fix it. There's nothing wrong with taking a step back and starting over. The things we do in our past do not hang on our shoulders and weave themselves into our reputation. If you want to change something, change it. Mistakes we make then, shouldn't hurt us now. Pick yourself up and carry on. Over the few short years I've lived, I've experienced situations that tested me mentally and physically. Advice from friends and family helped me view these situations as life lessons, rather than dramatic events. The more you know, the better you'll be. Breakups, fights, and ignorance can all provide important life lessons that everyone needs to learn from. Our teenage years are meant for mistakes and improvements. It's the time to experiment and explore. Curiosity can take control. I think this is the reason the sweet little Molly from 2002 is not gone, just matured. My opinions and views on the world have grown. Priorities have changed. My personal experiences have shaped my world, and yet I'm thankful for that everyday. I feel bad for kids that are held on a short leash their whole life, and for those who never get to learn and grow for themselves, because that is how we change mentally and physically. Personal development cannot be learned in the classroom, but in the outside world. It cannot be engraved into the mind from parents or instructors. It is learned solely from mistakes that we fix ourselves. I say goodbye to the little Molly, but welcome the new matured version with open arms.

Hello.

As a naive 14 year old girl, caught up in the world of Instagram and Ugg boots, I decided it would benefit my soul to create a blog to basically clear up my overactive mind and chat about various topics, without annoying my Facebook friends. I feel like a blog can be a good thing, right? A space to call your own and write about whatever comes to mind? This could actually become something productive. You never know. When I become famous, these simple posts could be compiled into an impressive memoir. On the flipside, my pointless typing and ridiculous posts could stay tucked away in a corner of the internet and never be seen again. But I am perfectly content with that. Because at the end of the day, this blog will only be beneficial for myself, and that's completely fine. I'm excited to get this journey called life documented on a page where others can experience my crazy and delusional adventures.