And this is how my blog is revitalized. I experienced a drought in my life.. my desire to write shriveled. I did not entirely lose myself, but I did forget a piece of myself. Misplaced most likely. Somewhere. So I planted some blue flowers. Promise to forget-me-not.

documentation of my neuroses, eccentricities, imperfections, lame puns & other rad bullshit



I love you.

Was that too soon?

I apologize if so.

But here I am. Here I am sitting cross-legged in a coffee shop, sipping my 12 oz black coffee (as you might have expected), & reflecting. ‘Tis what I do. & I am sure most of you know that by now.

Damn has it been a crazy 9 months since I made the gutsy decision to create a blog. I mean I started with no expectations. I started thinking that meanies were going to make fun of me on their finsta accounts. I thought my friends would pretend they liked it to boost my confidence. I thought I probably wasted $15 on securing my URL name. I was basically in acceptance that it could all just one day crash & burn. But for some peculiar reason, that was perfectly okay with me. It was worth the shot–

it’s the risks we choose to take in life that will determine whether on our death beds we’ll be lying there as limp vegetables in a sea of regret or have a big, uncontrollable smile on our face because we made something out of our flesh& bones…because on a Tuesday we decided to stop mumbling “someday” & instead got up off our ass &screamed that today is the day. 

Tuesday I made Her Life On The Veg.

Okay, okay. I’ll get to the point. God damnit Ri.. always being too wordy & descriptive. Trust me, I’ve been hearing this from years & years worth of language arts teachers, but still not going to change. Sorrrry.

The point of this is to thank you all. This month’s views exceeded my expectations. By a lot. A whole lot. It exceeded my expectations by a whopping 895 views. I’m truly honored that many people were willing to sacrifice/waste their time to read something my mediocre self wrote off the top of her head. I mean you all used your data on me. I can’t begin to explain how much that means. That shit is sacred stuff you just don’t throw away. But you guys did…for me…thank you. Not only do I want to thank you all for tapping the link in my bio, but also for the insane amount of support. I’m kinda getting emotional right now simply thinking about you great kids, particularly those who sent me such kind messages or came up to me in person to tell me you enjoyed reading my posts. Each one of you will always have a special spot in my heart. & I mean that. I really want to list your names or make like a “Wall of People Who Made My Day”. You might be shocked to hear that I remember when you came up to me at Phoenix Lights or on campus somewhere or sent me that long, lovely paragraph on Instagram. You guys gave me a reason to pursue this silly dream of mine. & that is something I can’t pay you back for…there’s no price that could compare to the happiness you all have gifted me. Can I adopt you into my family? Please?

Another person I really want to thank is Simone. I know you’re on vacation & may not see this, but girl you’ve done so much for my blog. Your incredible advice & creative ideas & endless support for this little passion of mine… you going out of your way to help me..your doings have been the strongest encouragement out there. Thank you.

I also really want to thank my other half. Love you Tori. Thank you for proof reading my incoherent posts that I threw together in those 10 minutes that I had spontaneously felt “inspired“. Thank you for supporting my most ridiculous proposals. Thank you for putting my link in your Instagram bio. Thank you for being one of my thirteen readers.

Sam. I just had to personally thank you. You were the first person to tell me you read my blog. Dude. You were like my first supporter. I felt sorta foolish when I started Her Life On The Veg & then you & your kind heart gave me that extra push to keep at it. You probably had no clue how much your words impacted me at the time. But heeeyy darrlliinngg, 9 months later *Spongebob narrator voice* & they still have the same strong effect on me. Thank you.

And mom, I could never forget you. I remember when you initially showed me how to use Go Daddy & snatch myself a URL name. I’m thankful for your advice & input (moms always seem to know best) &your savvy computer skills that came in clutch on numerous occasions. Without your intelligence, I don’t think I would have been able to figure out how to even initiate a blog– aren’t us youngins supposed to be the tech experts?

Also, all of you who are using my logo sticker. Thank you. I cried when I received those snapchats & texts from you pals asking to have one. Like actually cried. Not even exaggerating. I have dry eyes from allergies & am often dehydrated & y’all still managed to make me shed some h2o. That takes talent yo. By the way, I still have a bunch left if anyone wants to bless their hydroflask or something.

Ughghghgh I just really really reeaalllyyy want you all to realize, to feel, to understand how grateful I am. So next time you see me, I’ll give you a hug (a real hug, not one of those awkward side hugs) or a kiss on the cheek because I love you all so much. Like I said, these last 9 months have been crazy, I’ve reached my highest highs & my lowest lows, but without this blog & without you wonderful kiddos, the pure jubilation running through my veins would not exist.



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