Hello blog world, my name is Ash Lucas. I was born and raised in the Bay Area and currently still reside there with my husband. I love to travel and go on adventures, go to comic conventions with friends, binge watch TV shows, go to the movies, listen to all kinds of music, and get lost in the pages of a book. I've dabbled with writing throughout my life, and within the last couple of years wanted to expand my writing. So, here goes nothing...
On July 8th of last year I published my first book…
The Many Adventures of Captain Clark: Dinosaur Land
Captain Clark is a childsuperhero who goes on adventures with his brother and sidekick, Rhett Cadet, to save his hometown of Comic Book World from the evil villain, The Rewinder and his goons, Daddy Bo Baddie and Mad Rock.
In this adventure, The Rewinder kidnaps Rhett Cadet and sends Captain Clark to Dinosaur Land with the choice of saving his brother only to stay stuck in Dinosaur Land forever or go back to Comic Book World without his brother. With the help of his team member, Cuckoo Scientist, Captain Clark must navigate Dinosaur Land to find and rescue his brother, so they can make it back to Comic Book World before time runs out and they’re stuck in Dinosaur Land forever.
You can pick up a copy online only at any of the following:
Amazon
Barnes and Nobel
Walmart
Google
International Online Sellers
There is a direct link on my contact page that will take you to my Linktree where you can purchase the book directly from Amazon or Barnes and Nobel. Also, if you’d like an autograph copy from myself, you can click the Shopify link on my Linktree. **Author Autographed copy ONLY sold on Shopify**
Body Dysmorphic Disorder is 100% real. It’s a mental disorder that has no cure. For some people it’s extremely difficult every day, and others it’s manageable. I, myself, get flare ups of Body Dysmorphia from time to time. I want to explain how I feel with mine and show that you are not alone if you’re dealing with this too.
I hate being misunderstood when I talk about having Body Dysmorphia. One thing I absolutely loathe is when celebrities and social media influencers say: “we’re all beautiful, love yourself…” blah blah blah. I honestly, can’t stand that shit. They think saying those words and being body positive is easy, but for some of us it’s a real struggle. I’m not saying I don’t want to be body positive or love myself, but when you have Body Dysmorphia, it’s difficult. Hollywood and the fashion industry does not make this disorder easy on normal people. There is an absurd idea on how we should all look, and it’s quite disgusting if I’m being completely honest. Let’s be real, the only reason Hollywood stars (and fashion models) look the way they do is because they have money and a team of people that make them look like that. It’s completely unrealistic and make other people feel ashamed, because they can’t grasp why they too can’t look like that. It’s a crock. Don’t even get me started on famous people who claim they’ve never had work done on their face or body to look the way they do. It’s no wonder why people have such mental health issues because they can’t live up to what is projected and assumed to be what people should be attracted too.
One annoying thing is when people ‘try’ to make you feel better while you’re struggle through your Body Dysmorphia. They think once you hear all the nice things about you, that you’re disorder will disappear, and you’ll stop feeling this way or looking at yourself in a terrible way.
What they say / Looking at yourself in the mirror
Your thoughts
“You’re beautiful”
You’re just saying that because you’re my friend / family member / spouse.
Looking at hips
Seeing my same pant size, I’ve worn forever no longer fit or fit tighter and showing muffin top. No Kim Kardashian the wide ass hips is not cute. Your body looks so disproportionate and it’s NOT sexy.
Looking at my abdomen
I have a little pudge, because of my insulin injections for the last 20 years and no amount of exercise will get rid of it. I want a flat stomach, but no amount of crunches I do is working.
Looking at my thighs
Wearing shorts is difficult, because they either fit my big ass hips and cut off the circulation at my thighs, because they’re too damn tight or they give me a muffin top with my normal size and give so much room at my thighs that don’t hug my leg. Get with the program clothing industry, not all women have a size 0 body or are completely proportioned everywhere.
“You look great / amazing in that!”
LIAR! I look like shit. I definitely need some sort of shapeware to suck everything in. How do you not see this pudge pushing out. It looks disgusting.
These are just some things that my mind goes through while I’m having a bad Body Dysmorphia day. I can’t be the only person going through this thinking like that. Just know, that I struggle (silently) too. When I say that I silently struggle, it’s because I do. Most of these thoughts are internal and never vocalized. I don’t want to appear to be a burden on my family or friends or they look at me and think I’m dumb for thinking this way about myself. In 2018 before I started regular therapy sessions (and continue to this day), I told a handful of friends that I struggled with this disorder. A handful of them tearfully hugged me because they could see that I was being honest with them about this disorder that I had. I could tell that they felt for me and wanted me to know how beautiful they thought I was. I was heartwarming to say the least. I’m not sure if they understand that I still struggle and have my good and bad days. I don’t burden them with this little issue that I have (even though it’s not little to me).
I also struggle believing when body positive influencers that have normal type bodies and they state that it’s normal to have rolls or look a normal way. I think it’s because for so long it was shoved down our throats what was sexy or what we should look like. My mind instantly goes to ‘it’s most definitely not okay to have rolls. You have to be a size 2, a flat stomach, perky boobs, a nice small round butt, and normal proportioned sized hips.” (for a woman). I’m well aware that men struggle with Body Dysmorphia as well, but I’m speaking for myself and how it was perceived how women should look. Now with so many makeup or TikTok influencers out there it’s harder to not attempt to look a certain way. I, for one, cannot do my makeup the way the beauty influencers are teaching us to do makeup now or what is ‘in’ at this moment. Seriously, I don’t get this ideal of looking a certain way, but my head makes me believe that I have to look like that now to keep up with the times. Honestly, I’ll never look like that. I also hate when celebrities or influencers tell the normal public (who’s watching them) that they don’t need to use filters or photoshop on their social media posts. Honestly, they’re so full of shit because they sure as hell use photoshop and filters. Also, I gladly tell people that I edit (most) of my photos before I post them. Not huge things, but I’ll whiten my teeth a little bit, adjust lighting if needed to take shadows away, and sometimes I’ll go to my makeup app to fix my eyebrows (I have a love hate relationship with my eyebrows – they never match nor do they really appear in pictures no matter if I’ve already drawn them on – I’m a natural redhead, a strawberry blonde, so half my hair is blonde and unnoticeable – it’s rough). I have no trouble admitting editing my photos to make myself look a little better to feel better about myself. I even have friends and family ask if I want to edit the photo before it’s posted or get my approval before they post it. I think it’s a sweet nod to the fact that they know and understand I have a disorder.
I’ve had Body Dysmorphia since I was a kid. I was a scrawny child and always super skinny. When I was a kid, I was the tall, skinny, chicken legged girl. I spent my childhood and high school years very active doing dance and cheerleading. As I grew up and started developing, I stopped growing a 5’5”, I have wide big hips (just like my mother, the only difference is that my mother was 6’0” and I’m most definitely not). I also have the same big, somewhat flat butt that my mother had. Again, I don’t look as proportioned like my mother had. I have chunky arms as well as my abdomen, because of my insulin shots I’ve given myself over the last 20 years. I’ve been a size 8 for as long as I can remember, and I’m totally fine with being a size 8. At my heaviest, several years ago, I went up to a size 10/12, and felt horrible. It didn’t help that my father once said to me during this time “you’re getting fat. You look a little chunky. I thought you said you got a membership to 24 Hour Fitness?” and when I looked at him in shock and defeated about my weight gain, he said “hey, I’m your dad, I can say stuff like that.” Honestly, no, no one can say shit like that to you, EVER! I still think about those words he said to me, and although he apologized it still stung. I’ve also had friends and co-workers joke about my body in the sense of “you have baby bearing hips” because they are a little wider. Like, I know very well how wide my hips are, but I don’t need the comments on them or any part of my body. When I have a bad Body Dysmorphia day and look at myself in the mirror I hear his words loud and clear. The scale has also been a menace in my life as well. I know that in my late thirties (I’m only 36) that it’s harder to lose weight and you’ll definitely not be the same weight you were in high school, but my goal right now is to be the weight that is listed on my drivers license (15 pounds lighter). At the time I was that weight (after high school) and I’d like to be around that weight again. When my dad passed two years ago and I had to deal with clearing out his house, I was so close to my goal weight (I was down 14 pounds), because I was moving around a lot. It’s harder now that I don’t have a gym membership, and I’m surrounded by good food in my house (not healthy). I also struggle with at home workouts, which I’d rather be doing. I have a treadmill and use it 5 times a week to do at least 20-30 minutes on. That’s not going to do much, I know. Back to the scale issue, I know that when you work out you gain muscle and muscle is heavier than fat (or so my husband tells me), but when I’m trying to lose weight and see the scale go up in pounds, I feel like a giant failure. It’s a teetertotter of emotions and it sucks.
Body Dysmorphic Disorder is common and happens to handful of us. It’s a mental disorder in which you have an obsessive focus on perceived flaws in your appearance. It can be a minor flaw or an imagined one, but a person struggling with this disorder can spend hours trying to fix this so-called flaw. It can even go as far as getting cosmetic surgery to fix the body issue. Treatment for this disorder is usually therapy. Unfortunately, there is no cure for this disorder. This disorder can last for years or be a lifelong disorder.
For anyone not struggling with this disorder, please, be kind to others. You have no idea what they are internally struggling with. Jokes are fun and all, but we should never joke about anyone’s body – it’s not funny and can leave internal trauma that you don’t realize. Also making joke about someone else because you’re insecure about your own body issues isn’t okay either. Stop telling people to be okay with their bodies, it’s not that simple. It takes no effort to be kind to others. We’re all struggling. I encourage everyone who is struggling with this or any other mental health issue to seek help in the form of a therapist or medical doctor. It sucks asking for help, but I’ll admit that talking to a therapist does in fact help. Seriously, don’t listen to your friends or family for help on this issue. Honestly, opinions are like assholes, everybody has one. Seek professional help, it can only benefit you in your struggle.
I applied for my first writing job today! It was a really fun application process. I got to showcase my writing and answer questions that did not necessarily have a right or wrong answer needed. Since taking on this crazy writing journey, I knew that I always wanted to eventually get paid to write, but had no idea where to start. I did some hunting and found a place for Freelance Writing jobs and actually had the balls to apply to one. Whether I get the job or not, I’m just proud of myself for reaching out of my comfort zone and applying for a writing job. As much as I want to keep writing my own stories and keep them to myself for fear of judgment, I can’t think like that or be scared of judgement. Especially if I want to become an actually author of books that people buy, I can’t constantly hideaway all of my writing from the world. Hitting the submit button on my application was nerve-racking, yet exhilarating. Going forward, I will be searching and applying for more writing jobs, so that I can write and get paid while I’m on my own journey to becoming an author. If you know me, you’ll know that I always say that the journey is the best part.
It’s been quite a few months since posting a blog, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. I’ve been working on several projects since my last blog post in January. I’ve been consumed with writing since then, but as of late I’ve felt that I needed to do more with my writing. This is why I’ve been searching around for writing jobs, that are actually willing to work with a writer with no actual experience besides writing on their own time. No one ever goes into a job knowing the job completely. They have to learn how a company expects that particular job to be done and be trained on said job. I don’t think you ever stop learning. You could be doing a specific job for 25 years, but jobs are ever changing and new things arise, so you’ll learn a new thing or two along the way. There is always a starting place, so to those companies who are willing to take a chance on someone to show them what they can bring to the table, I applaud you.
Here’s to applying for my first writing job, and all the writing jobs I now have the confidence to apply for in the future!
I highly doubt that I’m the only writer that gets anxiety when it comes time to post/publish a piece of work. I get bad anxiety when I have to click that button. It seems like it’s the hardest thing to do. It makes me laugh, because all I hear in my head as my mouse pointer hovers over the button is “push the goddamn button” from the movie Rush Hour. I blame my perfectionism with my writing as the culprit. I hold myself at a high standard when it comes to my writing and I never want to feel like my writing is shit. I never think that my writing is good enough (in my mind), so it gets hard to click that button.
I initially started my blog to feel better about my writing and learn from it, but it’s still difficult to press the “publish” button on here. Every time I publish something I reread it several times over again and see little things that bother me. Of course, I have the option of editing my work, but if I did that I would edit until I just delete the entire post. Yes, I reread my work before posting as well, but I will still have that little irk to click edit after posting.
Not only do I post my writing here, but I literally just posted (5 minutes ago) my first short story to a Fanfic website. I was shaking as I clicked the “post” button. I edited my story during the posting process about 8 different times – no joke. Yes, I read fanfiction, it’s something that I’ve enjoyed for the last 20 years. I never had the courage to post my own stories that I thought of though. I love reading other people’s work, because it’s so good and I love learning how others compose stories. I started writing my story in December and finally had the guts to post it today. Although I had anxiety, I felt accomplished to see my story posted with everyone else’s.
I get so nervous to share my work with the public, but if I ever want to make this Writer thing work, I have stop being so judgmental with myself. I also hate it, because when you post any part of your work you open yourself up to all sorts of critics. Some people might love your work and want to read more, but others might hate your work entirely and will most definitely let you know. This is the reason I get anxiety when I post my work. Yes, I know that not all comments will be good, but I also stick to the golden rule of “treat others the way you want to be treated.” I love to read other people’s work regardless of it being a beginner type of writing. We all start at the beginning and will get further with our writer the longer we practice. I am nowhere near where I want to be with my writing and that is okay; I’ll get there.
Fingers crossed for positive feedback and positive criticism that helps me learn in the process of writing. Being guarded with my writing is a challenge, but I will eventually let my guard down and take a leap. Anxiety over my work aside, I’m proud of whatever I write and share, and that is all that matters. I write for myself, not for everyone else.
So, here’s to clicking that “Post/Publish” button a little quicker and with a lot less anxiety! 😉
So, I just turn to 35” – Bluebird (Miranda Lambert)
This past Saturday was my 35th birthday. I’m a strange one that loves birthdays. Anyone who knows me knows that I love celebrating birthdays – friends, family, celebrities I’m a fan of, and my own. This year, however, was different. I really didn’t want to do anything, I didn’t want to be social, and I just wanted to be lazy at home. I’m still trying to process the loss of my dad from May, so these past few months have challenged me. I also feel horrible, because I’ve realized that although I lost my last remaining parent 6 months ago, this year really hasn’t been bad for me. I don’t really know how to process that feeling. I feel like I should have had a rougher year with these last 6 months, but truth be told I really haven’t. Yes, losing my father was a sudden shock, and broke my heart, but I didn’t spend these last 6 months dwelling in my loss, I made the best of it. When something bad happens to me I look for the positives in the situation and see it as a “glass half full” type of scenario. I also remind myself that it could have been worse. I guess what I’m really saying is that my head can’t process the fact that I’m not having a shitty rest of the year after my loss or that I am able to enjoy things that have happened in the past 6 months after my loss. I feel like the normal thing to do is dwell in your predicament, but everyone processes grief in different ways and there really is no right or wrong way to handle it. I think because I’ve been down this road before when I lost my mother 17 years ago that I was able to process the loss of my father a bit easier – that’s not to say that he didn’t mean as much to me as my mother, but I knew someday I would have to deal with the loss of him and it just came quicker than I anticipated. I spoke to a friend recently about how I was feeling, and I mentioned that I felt that I didn’t deserve to be okay after this loss and I should not be enjoying life so much these past 6 months. She told me that she thought I was able to deal so easily because I have been opening myself up more and more as the years have gone by. What is normal anyway? I don’t think there is a right or wrong answer for this because we are all different. Someone else’s normal may not be my normal and vice versa, and that is quite okay. Thirty-four was bad for a split second (exaggerating a little), but it really wasn’t as bad as expected. I feel that because acting like the world has ended after losing someone is the norm, I’m a horrible person for not feeling like that. I’m trying to work on not feeling that way and validating my “being okay” feelings towards this loss.
I spent the last 6 months cleaning and moving out of my dad’s house (in a month timeframe that I was given), going on my first vacation since Covid desperately came into the world’s lives last year, did some home renovations on parts of my house with my husband, binge watched some great shows (Castle, Shadowhunters, SMASH, Haven, Gilmore Girls, Zac & Mia, and Crazy Ex-Girlfriend), spent MANY hours scrolling through TikTok, read a few books, and of course I spent time writing between my three manuscripts. I really think that keeping my mind busy has helped a lot in my feelings towards this loss. I really missed blogging; my husband asked me why I hadn’t blogged since July, my only answer was because I didn’t know what to say. Blogging is so new to me, and I don’t want to say the same thing in every entry; being reputative is boring! Here’s to hoping that I have more thoughts to blog as the days and months go by.
Despite the loss, I’m actually excited for the holidays. My dad was a nut for all things Halloween and Christmas, so I’m thrilled to be an extension of him and his love for this season. I can’t wait to bring his passion for the holidays into my vision for the future holiday seasons. I’ve realized the holiday seasons don’t have to be sad, because we can honor those, we lost during the holiday season. I once read that our loved ones never die, because as long as we keep talking about them and reminisce the memories we have, they’ll never truly be gone. I was talking to my niece about this last month, how our family should hate the holidays due to the amount of loss that we’ve had in our family. Her and I both agreed that regardless it’s still our favorite time of the year. We push through and enjoy what we have and are truly thankful for whatever time we’ve gotten to spend with those we’ve lost in our family. Our family loves the holidays too much to have it tainted by loss. Also, our family members would be so disappointed in us if we felt sorry for ourselves and muddled through the holiday season. I’m proud of the remaining family members in my family because we’re strong and we got this!
Halloween came and went, next up is turkey day, right after that (for me) is a month-long Christmas celebration, and lastly, we’ll close out the year with the New Year’s Eve ball drop in NYC (through our tv of course). Happiest of the holiday season to everyone – let’s go! 😊
He’s gone. He died. On Saturday, May 1st my dad and I talked all day long and at 8:35pm we would never talk to each other again. In the blink of an eye, my hero, my rock, the last parent I had left, was gone. When I was 17 years old, and my mother was slowly dying from cancer, I had given up on religion and praying. My mom was quickly gone, and my prayers felt like they had been a waste of time and were nothing. I had my father to lean on, and boy, did I. He hadn’t been feeling too well for the two weeks prior to his death; he chalked it up to being a cold. He spent his last day working (for Apple) and talking to me, all while in a hospital bed. The one thing I held onto was the fact that it wasn’t COVID-19 that killed him. I kept thinking that he made it through 2020 but couldn’t make it halfway through 2021. It was fast and quick; our family is still dealing with a bit of shock.
My dad knew that I started writing more, but I never got to tell him the extent of where I was going with my writing. I was nervous to tell him that I wanted to write full time and pursue this journey. He was the type of person that wanted me to fulfill my dreams and strive for them, but he also wanted me to be realistic in case my dreams didn’t work out. I’ve always hid my writing passion, because of this. I dabbled here and there, but never actually put my full attention to it. I decided at the beginning of April that I was quitting my job at the company I was working for to focus all my attention to my writing; it was one of the best decisions I had ever made. I spent all of April writing and setting myself up to continue on my writing journey full time. When my father died on May 1st, I put my writing on hold. I spent the last two months dealing with all of his possessions, packing up his house, filling out paperwork, phone calls, etc., I was doing everything but writing. Throughout the last two months I had friends and family ask me how my job was complying with the fact that I needed this much time off. I started to tell people about me quitting my job and pursuing writing full time; to my surprise everyone thought it was a wonderful decision and supports me to the fullest. It was definitely what I needed to hear, because I was always hard on myself with my writing. My writing needed to be perfect, because I was a bit of a perfectionist, and it was a reflection of myself. I didn’t want to be seen as being a failure or no good enough. As I started back in April, I was learning that it was ok if my writing wasn’t perfect and the more, I practiced it would be a great reflection of myself. It was ok if I failed, because failure brings greatness. The more I work at it the better I’ll get. I think my dad secretly knew how much I loved to write, and he knew that I would eventually succeed.
I joked that I went from being Finding Nemo having just my dad to being Harry Potter with no parents at all. Laughter really is the best medicine, especially when you’re in pain. There are parts of me that are forever lost and gone, but that doesn’t mean I won’t continue on my journey. Both of my parents would be so disappointed in me if I sat here and sulked instead of striving for a passion of mine. Losing both my parents before thirty-five is tough, but I’m grateful for the time I was given with both of them and sad to say, but it could be worse. My outlook for everything is to stay positive and see the glass half full rather than half empty. I opened one of the manuscripts that I was working on and started adding more to the story this past week. My two-month hiatus isn’t fully over, but I know that I need to start writing again to keep my sanity at peace and my dream alive. I will get through this, because I’m back, baby! 😊
One of the first things that I learned when it came to writing was that a writer should write every day. It didn’t matter what I wrote if I was writing. I thought about this and realized that regardless of what type of writing I was doing, I was still writing every day. Whether it came to a social media post about a friend’s birthday, opening my notepad on my phone and jotting down my thoughts, a blog post, or even working on my novel, I was writing. At times I get the dreaded writer’s block, and I think I get it not because of not having an idea of where I’m going with what I’m trying to say, but because I have a fear of failure. I struggle with being a perfectionist in most if not all the things that I do. I believe that everything I do or say is a representation of my character, and I want my work to perfectly represent me well. I fear that what may seem perfect to me will fail with others. I must remind myself that we’re all different and it’s okay if someone doesn’t agree with how I write or even like my work. When I start to write something, I tell myself that failure doesn’t mean you failed, it just means that you tried. I think Denzel Washington said it best “every failed experiment is one step closer to success”. You must look at the positive in your failed attempts because it just means you are one step closer to succeeding. I constantly remind myself on the successes that people have achieved and how they got there. Thomas Edison made 1,000 unsuccessful attempts with the lightbulb and on his 1,001 attempt the light came to life. Success doesn’t happen overnight; it takes hard work and dedication. Keep writing, put pen to paper, write what you want and feel, write for you and no one else. You are your toughest critic, because no doubt about it, failure is inevitable. I always tell people “don’t be afraid to fail at something you love doing, because you will fail at least once, but you’ll get up and succeed or fail again – that is called trying”. So, here’s to FAILING, may it bring me success sooner or later!
I know that I can’t be the only one that binge watches TV shows. Watching an entire show series has become easier now with all the streaming apps. Most of the time when I take on the challenge to binge watch a show series, I become obsessed and watch episode after episode; it can really annoy my family, because my main focus is usually on that tv show that I’ve dived into and nothing else.
I have a friend that I watch shows with. He has suggested shows for me to check out and I’ve done the same for him. Him and I can talk for hours on end about the shows we watch together and that has become one of my favorite things. This past December we watched the first season of The Wilds on Amazon and throughout the watching process (which lasted about a weekend for us) we talked about certain things that had happened, characters we liked and disliked, and what we hoped for in a second season if given the chance. We both got excited to find out that it was renewed for a second season and talked about what to watch next while we waited. One day in January my friend suggested that I watch a show called The Rookie, so the day after he suggested it, I was already on episode 8 of the first season and to say that I was hooked is an understatement. I was able to binge watch both seasons that had already aired just in time to watch the current episodes on tv. I have become obsessed with The Rookie and I anxiously wait for Sunday nights so that I can watch the new episode; it has definitely made my top five favorite shows. My friend and I talk every week about what had happened in the new episode and what our thoughts are on the promo for the following week. The Rookie is a police procedural show, it stars Nathan Fillion as a fortysomething rookie with the LAPD. The cast is amazing, the storylines are great (Chenford for life), and it’s actually pretty funny. It is currently in its third season and the show along with their fans are anxiously awaiting on news of a renewal for a season 4 (please ABC). I strongly recommend this show to anyone. The Rookie airs on Sunday’s at 10pm (pst) on ABC or next day on Hulu.
I don’t really like the question “what’s your favorite television show?” because I don’t have just one. I definitely have a top ten favorite tv show list, maybe even a top twenty. Once I get into a show it definitely gets a spot on my favorites list.
Here are my top ten favorite tv shows:
Roswell (1999)
Ghost Whisperer
Rookie Blue
Supernatural
The Rookie
One Tree Hill
Teen Wolf
The Office
Big Bang Theory
Baby Daddy
I can literally continue adding to the list and give the next ten, because I love talking about my favorite shows. I will watch these shows over and over again anytime reruns are on. I am a little sad that out of my top ten list there is only one show that currently still has new episodes (show #5), but for the ones that aren’t I get to stream them and watch them anytime I want.
When I get obsessed with a tv show not only does it go on my list, but I can get a little crazy with it. I will find fan pages, set locations so I can see and visit where they filmed, follow cast members on social media so I can check out what shows they are doing now, buy merchandise from the show, watch a ton of fan made YouTube videos, and even talk my friends into watching the show so we can talk about it. One of my favorite things to do is converse about my favorite tv shows with fellow fans, because we can get deep into the show and dissect it for ourselves.
My husband watched One Tree Hill when it was airing and suggested it to me. Two episodes in I knew I was hooked and ready to add it to my favorites list. I binged watched the entire nine seasons early last year and fell in love with the show. He had also watched Gilmore Girls when it aired in the early 2000s and told me that he thought I would like it; I started it last week and I’m enjoying the hell out of it. I’m already in the middle of season two and I know it’ll be a show that I add to my list once again. My husband is waiting for me to finish all seven seasons so we can watch the Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life mini-series on Netflix together.
All the shows that I’ve talked about and listed are available (free or for purchase) via streaming networks: Amazon, Netflix, Hulu, Peacock. They can also be purchased via streaming apps such as Amazon and iTunes, or you can buy the DVD/Blu-ray boxsets. I have most of these boxsets and I also have purchased these on streaming, so that I’ll forever have them in my library.
Like I said, I love chatting about my favorite shows or a new tv show to check out. I’d love any recommendations on a show to check out that is binge worthy or just chat about any that I’ve mentioned above. I’m also curious if anyone else gets obsessed with binge watching shows like I do. Let me know.
I’m the worrier, the stressor, and the perfectionist when it comes to anything and everything that I do. I want things to go right or look right with whatever I do. I feel like everything I do (especially with work) is a reflection of my character, so of course I want to make it look as good as I can. Let’s be honest though, we’re all trying our best and hoping for the best outcome. I’ve been struggling since I signed up to start this blog on how to make it perfect, but I’m trying to be easy on myself and tell myself that I have to start somewhere. My blog will only get better and look great with the work I put into it. I have to remind myself that Rome wasn’t built in a day, and my blog won’t be either. I’m ready to take on this challenge and finally enjoy something that I love.
I plan to use this blog to write about all things that I love and hope that others will share my interests. I love conversing with others that share the same interest and have many thoughts about said interest; it’s so much fun to meet people that have common interest and get into those conversations. I binge watch a lot of tv shows and have quite a few favorites, I watch a ton of movies and have a big collection of them, I listen to all kinds of music, I go on many adventures traveling as much as possible, and my favorite place to be is between the pages of a book. I will be blogging about all of that and more.
I chose to blog, because I’ve tried the diary/journaling thing and I wanted to try something different with my writing. I’m new to the blog world and all the editing that comes with it, so be patient with me. I’ve always said we never stop learning, and I hope to learn as much as I can from fellow bloggers. I am confident that my blog will help with my writing and above all I hope my blog encourages someone else to start their own blog.
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