That Girl...

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That Girl..

I realize there is no real pattern in this verbiage I come to document from time to time, no real category or train of thought I could pinpoint,  and basically is all over the place and completely chaotic and unaltered. 

The reasoning behind this is because, SO.AM.I. 

But, the gold in the string of master pieces I continue to publish within this blog is the clarity a few paragraphs can bring, and showcase where I’m currently at in this crazy life  I’ve been living. I really come to focus on what I’ve been through, what I’ve learned from it, and if there is any gem of greatness I can provide to the 2 readers (hey mom, hey gma) that read this. 

I wanted to portray the okay-ness of accepting the current situation one is at and not altering and comparing oneself to another. This I would only write if I was truly able to grasp not only the importance but actually accepting this reality and attempting to practice it in my everyday life. 

Look, I can go on for days with the shit I’ve been served when it comes to the whole relationship gig, I can also go on and push out the “you meet everyone for a reason, they’re either a lesson or blessing” BUT yeah f that, my blog, my no bullshitting rules. You will be given people in your life who will make you second question everything about yourself, you will be given people who will test every virtue, moral, and choice you’ve said, done, thought or emailed but didn’t send (yeah you’ve done it) and it’s going to suck a royal one. 

BUT you will also have people that when others run away, come running. These are the people that will drop everything and cross state lines to be with you, or send gourmet cookies 8 hours in the mail or string christmas lights with thumb tacs and sctoch tape onto your not so hangable walls. 

 These are the ones that were put in your life for a reason, and are nothing other then blessings. You start to remember who you are, who you were, and how strong you can be.  

You realize that it.is.okay.to.be.

 That girl who stands on her own two feet and is completely okay with being alone, or that girl who is so insanely wrapped up and head over heels that you can’t wait until you see him next, or that girl that is insanely in love with those babes they brought into the world, or that girl who attends family parties, walks by restaurant windows, and really just wants to have someone to be with like everyone else, or that girl who is jet-setting the world, learning and putting herself first or that girl that would willing drop everything for the romance story she know she can have if only he would wakeup. 

I’ve learned there is no right or wrong, there is no left or right, black or white. There is mush, multicolor, directionless, f-d up splatter streaks of chaos, that will turn you upside down and spit you out, but it will make you the girl..woman..you were meant to be. 

SO instead of second questioning yourself, your situation, your age, your accomplishments, embrace who you are and sit back and enjoy the f-ing ride, with.or.without.anyone.else.

<3 xoxo

Abby Carol Ashton. 

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  1. Christine Markovich19 January 2017 at 18:55

    I read your blogs Abby .. when you post them ! They are really good'! Love them

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