My Twirl Story

I feel like I should tell my Twirl story, so here it goes.

When I was younger, I felt like a princess. I used to think that I could be anyone, or do anything, and nobody would be able to stop me.

But then life happened, and I lost my twirl. I got rejected, bullied, and made mistakes that I regret. I haven’t been the same since.

It took me quite a long time to get over my past, and I’m still trying to move on from it. The rejections, scars, and regrets have caused me to live my life the way I never wanted to live, scared and afraid of who is going to reject me next, who is going to hurt me next, and what mistakes I might make next that I may regret later.

So, this is me, sharing how I feel with the world.

I know I’m not perfect, and I’m never going to be. Nobody ever is. We all make mistakes, some that we wish we could take back. But don’t let your past mistakes define who you are today. I learned that at a Twirl event at my church and it has stuck with me ever since I first heard it.

God is not done with me yet. He is still writing my story. I’m still breathing for a reason.


Dandelions of Hope

To them, the idea of hope never existed.

Searching for hope was never an option.

Until the day the dandelion bloomed.

It was the day that changed everything.

After that day, there was something to believe in.

They went to the garden where the dandelions grew,

And put their hands on the flowers.

The dandelions became a light of hope to guide the hopeless
out of the dark.

And the idea of hope came into existence.

In Loving Memory of my Grandma

My grandma was a loving person. In fact she was so loving that I used to call her my favorite grandma. My favorite memory of her was when she used to take me and my cousins shopping on our birthdays. It didn’t matter who’s birthday it was, she would take us all shopping. Another memory I have of my grandma is when me and my mom used to take her to go play bingo all the time. The times I remember being with when we used to go play bingo was the bowling alley, Angeno’s, and the casino. Speaking of the casino, my grandma loved going to the casino.
Every time she knew she was going to the casino, or bingo, or anywhere, she would always dress herself up nicely, have the curlers in her hair, have her makeup on, and put on her necklaces.
She was always the type to help a person out. She would give money to those who needed it.
She would always do the dishes and the laundry in order to make herself feel like she was helping out.
We used to take grandma over to my uncle’s house, where we would play crochet, bean bags, and one time we even played catan.
She always believed in Jesus, and even had a Bible that she used to read. She would always watch this guy named Charles Stanley on the television almost every weekend. One time, me and my mom took her to our church, The Crossing, and the one time she went there she liked it and wanted to go there again.
So, we know, without a doubt, that she went to be with Jesus. She is in His hands now. We will all miss her, but at least we know that she is in a better place.