Believe. It was easier when I was a kid. Before I had my heart broken, before I had a chance to be disappointed by a friend. Before I had the chance to pray hard for something and get a “no.” All you had to do was tell me that God was good and I took … Continue reading Believe →

#5 "Get Nose Pierced" and #6 "Go to NYC" Let me tell you about the time I got my nose pierced in NYC. First, a bit of backstory.  Because I’m turning 30 in 26 months, I’ve decided to have more adventure. To hear more thoughts behind this venture click HERE. I’ll wait. All caught up? … Continue reading New York Nose Piercing #30b430 →

I don't know how it started, but somewhere along the line, I was sold that "30" was a death sentence. Maybe it was seeing Rachel have a meltdown on Friends when she hit 30, or the fact that when I was younger and would imagine what I would be like as Adult Jillana, I never thought past … Continue reading #30b430 →

  I once asked my mom if they were noticeable in the middle of Target. She said they were. My mom doesn’t sugar coat most things. Which is fine, that’s why I asked her. I needed the truth. I also decided, that I needed to stop wearing capped sleeves that day. See, before I turned … Continue reading Scars to My Beautiful →

Not because I didn't care. Not because I wasn't mad. I get mad every time. I get frustrated every time I have to scroll past yet another story of someone being killed, because of their genetic make up. Past the stories about young kids walking home with their hoods up, or an unarmed man pleading … Continue reading I tried to scroll past #AltonSterling  →

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  I decided that I was going to stop caring this year. Originally, it was just going to be a mantra that I would use to get me out of a dangerous thought pattern, that ascribed importance to everyone else’s opinion of me. My answer to all of the questions life (or people) had to … Continue reading I Don’t Care Anymore →