I haven't been keeping up with my blogging because I'm nervous to put my life on blast, especially since it's involving other people. My thoughts are private but at the same time I want to scream it from a roof top and just get everything off my chest. I'm not a confrontational person, so for me to put my life on blast is hard. I guess you would say I'm some what conservative with the events in my life, even though I act nothing like it. I secretly fear what other people would think of me. I carry myself in a way that's carefree and if you know me then you know that I am just that. I need to suck it up and just do what I love. WRITE! But I say that and I'm pretty sure I'm just going to go start a secrete blog and vent my entire life out loud! Maybe.
I’m really struggling with watching my parents grow older. My mom’s memory has declined a lot, and walking has become difficult for her. She’s not active anymore—she mostly stays at home, only doing small chores around the house. She has very little motivation to do anything beyond that. My dad takes care of so much for her, and I try to keep her going by spending time with her, but our conversations feel so different now. As for my dad, his health is okay—not great, but manageable. I’ve mentioned before how hard it is to watch him face the physical limitations that come with age. He’s always been the kind of dad who could do it all—fix anything, carry anything, help with anything. He’s been my rock, always there to support me. I don’t think he ever imagined he’d still be helping his 40-year-old daughter with Jeep mods—but knowing him, I’m sure he secretly loves it. My dad and I are both facing new health challenges right now. I’m scared—but thankfully, mine isn’t life-threatening, as...