Disappointment

I am always afraid of disappointing people. Disappointing Brandon, my parents, and most importantly myself. But, I can't let this stop me anymore. I feel like the past 18 years I have been in school have been but a huge challenge

Even way back in the 5th grade when Mrs. Bixler gave me a D in math (I clearly remember that meeting with her and my parents-- tears-to-the-extreme) and in the 7th grade when I earned my spot in the "special" reading class. Even in college when I got my one-and-only D on my transcript for American Government: Thanks Dr. Jerk-sey.

I will be honest, all of my schooling experiences haven't been horrible. I clearly remember learning the state song in 2nd grade. I passed science (barely) in the 8th grade after I made up a song to the periodic table (that I can still sing to this day). I got a 4.0 my Senior year in high school (thank to yearbook, speech & drama, and every other blow class I took that year). Despite crying over every project, the past almost 2 years at UCO I have gotten better grades than I did in Kindergarten...

I-am-so-thankful for a husband that supports me. A husband that wants me to follow my dreams and pursue my passions he can't stand by and watch me struggle each day. I am so thankful for a husband that told me last night if I wanted to stay home and make things I could. A husband that works hard everyday so I can stay home and play with my little girl in 2 months. I am so thankful for Brandon Armstrong.

So, here goes nothing. A new journey begins. I am going to stay home and make things.

Follow your dreams. Make something today.

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