The Billy Currington concert this last weekend was an absolute blast. He is one of my all time favorite country artists. I was so desperate to see the concert that when none of my friends wanted to go, I went to see "my man" by myself. At first I was surrounded by tons of people I did not know and the humidity was making everyone drip with sweat. Just when I thought I was regretting my decision to go solo, I ended up bumping into an acquaintance and meeting a girl who is also a junior rushing this upcoming weekend. Those two were equally as excited to see Billy. During the concert, he played his classics like Turnip Greens, Must Be Doin' Something Right, and God is Great, Beer is Good, and People are Crazy. The crowd went absolutely insane when he performed Garth Brooks' Low Places. The concert was overall hype and spectacular -So much so that my feet were numb from dancing in my boots so long. It was a long haul from the CPA back to Centennial so I took my shoes off for the walk home, as did most of the girls there. The concert was certainly a great memory.
I'm a hot mess. ALWAYS. I strive for perfection and never get it right. Im always late, or forgetting something, or bumping my car on curbs. I struggle to balance being the perfect daughter, sister, sister in law, auntie, niece, cousin, coworker, teacher, powerlifter, and friend...and 9/10 I am not even doing one of those roles well. One of my friends (lovingly) pointed out to me that when something is slightly hard or even really tough, my world crumbles. It's been my coping mechanism to react strongly my whole life and only got reinforced by the trauma I've endured. I've believed for so long that I have to react big or pain loses meaning. I need to be more kind and gentle with myself so I can grow and learn to handle situations with more control. I can be in control of my feelings. Through this and reading the book The Road Back to You, I realized I am a four on the Enneagram. I thought I was a two because I have a helpful nature, then a three because I HATE for peo...
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