I usually post story times on Thursdays.

And I want to keep doing that.

But yesterday was different.

So naturally I had to write about it.

It wasn’t the best day.

And it wasn’t the worst day ever.

It just wasn’t great.

And in typical Megan fashion, I took things personally.

When in reality it wasn’t on me.

I was pretty bummed out all day.

You know how those days go?

You spill your coffee.

Get a rude email at work.

Someone says something mean to you.

You run into traffic.

All of the small things that can add up make everything seem worse than it actually is.

That’s how yesterday went.

And most of this week for that matter.

I was super frustrated.

I feel like I’m a good person for the most part.

I use my turning signal, hold the door open for people, and I don’t do anything illegal.

The one “bad” habit I have is drinking too much coffee.

That or swearing as much as I do.

But that’s it.

I’ve always believed in Karma.

Because I had to give myself that reassurance that people who did bad things would have bad things happen to them in return.

It just made me feel better.

With that being said, I get frustrated when bad things happen to good people.

It doesn’t make sense.

Are you supposed to learn some giant life lesson?

Is it going to direct you down this new magical path in life.

Is it all a part of something bigger than we can possibly understand.

I just couldn’t wrap my mind around how all of these bad things were happening to me, small, but bad nonetheless.

What about Karma?

Wasn’t it supposed to help me out?

Didn’t it have my back?

As much as I tried to figure out why these bad things were happening to me, I just couldn’t find an answer

I did however, found a solution to it yesterday.

A temporary fix if you will.

I came across this word that was new to me.


I saw the word described in a paragraph.

Life is always changing and I drift easily through those changes, good and bad. As I drift through hard times, I can take comfort in knowing that I will leave them behind. As I drift away from good times I can take comfort in knowing that more will come my way. 

It’s beautiful really.

Life is always changing, we have no control over it.

And we have to accept that.

Good things will happen, and bad things will happen.

But they’ll always be happening.

As we experience those hard times we should take comfort.

Comfort in knowing that eventually you will leave them behind.

And most importantly in my opinion, that as the good times come and go, you can take comfort in knowing that more are going to come.

I think that’s harder than going through the bad times.

Watching the good times go.

Graduating from college.

Watching your children move out.

Sending your best friend off to move across the Country.

It’s still hard.

Seeing something that you’ve loved so much change and becoming different.

Taking comfort that you once knew, with something that was a constant in your life, and watching it change.

Wondering if things will ever be the same.

But knowing that no matter what, more good things will come your way.

I took this yesterday and really let it sit with me.

In the peak of my bad day, this hit me so incredibly hard.

And hits me even more as I write this now, reflecting on it all.

I told myself over and over again.

I will eventually leave these bad days behind.

And it helped, believe it or not.

Saying this over and over again made the negative thoughts escape.

I think if you believe in something so much, you can create it.

Even if it’s just a thought.

If you believe in something enough, it’ll happen.

The bad days will be left behind.

And those good days that you love so much, will too be left behind.

But they’ll be back.

Just different.

This gave me comfort yesterday.

Comfort when I was having a bad day.

And I hope that it can help you as well.

That no matter what might be going wrong, big or small, that it will be left behind.

That it’ll be just a memory.

Something that happened to you.

But that you can take comfort in knowing that it’s gone.

And because of it, you’re stronger the next time around.


Megans Movie Guide

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while now, you probably know about my love for television shows.

I’m that person that can talk about a show so much that you’ll spend the entire time trying to think of ways to escape the conversation.

Even though I’m a self proclaimed tv addict, it all started with movies.

I only really watched the Disney Channel growing up, so my family had to culture me somehow.

On the weekends we would watch movies together.

It was my favorite thing about Saturday nights.

Bundling up on the couch with a blanket while we all watched a movie, usually of my dad’s choice.

I learned to really appreciate Denzel Washington and Adam Sandler movies.

Whenever I was bored growing up, I would just stumble on some random channel and watch whatever movie was on.

Even though I’m currently working on watching 52 movies, I’ve seen some good ones in my opinion.

And I’m a firm believer that there’s a movie for every occasion.

There are movies for those nights where you’re questioning all of your life choices.

Those movies to watch when you just want to laugh at the world.

And movies to watch when you need to forget about your heartache.

Heck, right now I want to curl up with a blanket and some coffee and watch Pretty in Pink but I won’t do that.


Instead, I’ve created a few categories of different moods one might be in and some movies to go along with that mood.

Since I’m working on my movie resume, these may not apply to everyone.

But if you find yourself bored on a Saturday night and needing a movie recommendation, I gotchu girl.

Or boy.


When you want those romantic feels.
1. Crazy Stupid Love
2. 500 days of summer
3. How to lose a guy in 10 days
4. When Harry Met Sally
5. Sleepless in Seattle


When you literally want to laugh out loud.
1. Step Brothers
2. Old School
3. White Chicks
4. Billy Madison
5. Just friends


When you feel like you have no idea what you’re doing with your life.
1. The Perks of Being a Wallflower
2. Forrest Gump
3. The Breakfast Club
4. Silver Linings Playbook
5. The Spectacular Now


When you want to be all “aweee” but also all “lol”.
1. The Ugly Truth
2. 10 Things I Hate About You
3. Friends With Benefits
4. Sixteen Candles
5. Knocked Up


To make you feel like a badass.
1. Man on Fire
2. Top Gun
3. Taken
4. John Q


When you want to feel like kid again.
1. Frozen
2. UP
3. The Lion King
4. The Incredibles
5. Inside Out


When you have nothing to do all day (or weekend).
1.  All of the Harry Potter movies


 If you don’t know what kind of movie to watch.
1. Easy-A
2. Pretty in Pink
3. There’s Something About Mary
4. Elf
5. Mean Girls


When you can’t sleep at night.
1. 27 Dresses
2. 13 Going on 30
3. Love Actually
4. Fever Pitch
5. The Intern

There you go!

No need to thank me, the pleasure is all mine.

Just remember, when it’s a rainy day outside.

Or when you can’t seem to fall asleep.

I’ve got you covered.

Also, I have a feeling this list might change once I’ve finished my 52 movie challenge.

I’ll keep you posted.

That time I fell in love with baseball.

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I’ve always considered myself a tomboy.

The Mary-Kate Olsen to my sisters Ashley Olsen.

High five if you get that reference.

I liked running around and getting dirty outside.

I also loved sports, and still do.

I get super into March Madness and love college football.


And fantasy football has filled the last 5 NFL seasons for me.

But nothing gets me quite as excited as baseball.

I never played baseball growing up, and didn’t really care for it either.

I thought it was so boring.

I would just cheer for the dodgers because my dad did.

It made the most sense.

My parents took us to Dodger Stadium when I was 16 and I thought it was so cool.

They were playing the Giants, their rival.

Yelling at Barry Bonds from the third baseline with all of the drunk fans around me. I learned to hate him so fast.

It was so much fun.

I was intrigued. 

Flash forward to the summer of 2009.

I was bored and stumbled across an ESPN magazine that belonged to my dad.

There was an article that featured new players for that season.

I found a new dodger player, Clayton Kershaw.

There were some baseball stats that meant absolutely nothing to me, followed by some fun facts that got my attention.

He was asked “if we turned on your iPod what song would you have listened to last” and he answered with Taylor Swift.

Like what?!

A baseball player who liked Taylor Swift.


I started watching with my dad to see this Clayton Kershaw in action.

Turns out he was a pitcher, and that pitchers don’t play every game.

I was determined to watch him, and since I had no idea when he would be starting, I would just end up watching the games anyways.

What I thought were boring games, turned out to be a test of my patience.

I learned to appreciate the strategy behind every decision and pitch.

I would ask my dad as many questions as I could.

And I still do.

Because I know there’s still so much to learn.

I filled my summer that year with baseball, and every summer after that.

So many hours were spent on the couch next to my dad, learning about different players.

Next thing I knew I was forming all of these superstitions that mimicked his.

I fell in love with not only the sport, but the act of watching it with my dad.

Picking his brain for everything that he knew about Baseball, and listening to his stories about watching it when he was younger.

I was obsessed.

I bought shirts, hats, phone cases, anything that was dodger blue I was all over.

My dad even gave me a couple of his old shirts that I love dearly.

I started memorizing their schedule and getting excited for upcoming games.

People wouldn’t believe me when I said I loved the dodgers.

In college someone actually called me out and said to name more than 4 players on the team.

It blew his mind when I busted out the entire starting roster.

I was so passionate about the team, so much that I learned to loved the sport in general.

There’s just something about a sport that’s played from April to October, and can take hours to finish.

And there’s nothing like getting free baseball when games go into extra innings.

I can hear Vin Scully now.

I’ll never forget how mad I was when I missed Clayton’s home run on opening day of  2013.

Or that same year when they lost the NLCS to the cardinals. I just sat there and cried.

I wanted it so bad.

Not for me, but for my dad.

Coming to learn and love Dodger baseball with him brought me so much closer to him, closer than we already were.

In July of 2016 Jason and I went to a Dodger game in LA.

I was so excited before the trip, because Clayton was supposed to pitch the day our game was.

I got a sports center alert to my phone saying he had been ruled out for the game,the day before due to a shoulder injury that would eventually take him out for most of the remaining season.

I was heartbroken.

All I’ve ever wanted was to see him pitch in person.

To lighten the blow, we decided to do something special before the game.

We took a pregame tour of the facility and it blew my mind.

We even got to walk behind home plate while the players were warming up.

I actually heard Yasiel Puig as he joked around with other players.

The game was on a Friday night, and on Fridays during the season they have Friday Night Fireworks. Where fans could go onto the field to watch fireworks.


At one point I just kind of stood there in complete shock.

I only wished my dad was there with me.

But I know that one day, we’ll get to experience it together.

This October was an emotional roller coaster to say the least.

I jumped up and down as hard as I could when Justin Turner hit a walk off home run in the bottom of the 9th against the Cubs to win the game.

And the absolute joy that I felt when we made it to the World Series.

To complete silence when we lost.

I got harassed a little here and there, but it didn’t bug me.

I was just sad.

It took quite a bit to get over it honestly, like a bad breakup.

That brings us to today.

168 days until I get to see them play again.

My whole family will be going up to Seattle to see them play the Mariners.

Which doesn’t happen often.

I’m so incredibly excited.

Maybe Clayton will start?

Who knows, but the possibility excites me.

Since 2009 I have become such a huge baseball fan.

 I have Clayton Kershaw, the Los Angeles Dodgers, and my dad to thank for that.

I’ve made it my life goal to see a game at every one of the 30 MLB stadiums.

So far I’ve been to Safeco Field to watch the mariners, the Oakland Alameda Coliseum to see the A’s, Dodger Stadium to watch my boys in blue, and Yankee Stadium.

That one was special.

To see a night game in New York against the Red Sox’s.

I loved every minute of it.

As you can see, my love for baseball has grown throughout the years.

From the 16 year girl who was in awe of Dodger Stadium.

To the girl who will find any way possible to listen to her game while running around at a cross country meet.

To say that I love it is an understatement.

Go Dodgers!!

That time I ran a marathon.

The Boston Marathon Bombings really upset me.

I remember watching it happen on TV and being completely shocked.

How could someone hurt something that I loved so much.

I couldn’t imagine training for so long only to have it ruined by a careless and heartless act.

I really wanted to do something to honor everyone involved in that horrific event.

I remember texting my sister telling her that we had to do something.

We brought up our local marathon, the Portland Marathon in October.

We thought it was crazy.

The furthest we had ever run up until that point was probably 15 miles, how on earth could we do 26.2.

But that didn’t matter.

We wanted to do whatever we could to honor everyone involved at Boston.

So we did it.

We clicked “register” and signed up for our first marathon just 5 months later.

The training started.

It was gradual and then took off.

I got help from an awesome teammate of mine in College, who wrote me a training plan that I religiously followed.

We realized what our end goal was going to be right away.

We wanted to qualify for the Boston Marathon.

The qualifying time for women our age is a 3 hour a 35 minute marathon.

We were going to do it.

We were so freakin excited.

After months of training, training, and more training.

Some of the longest and most challenging months of my life.

The day had come.

God I was so scared.

It was such a scary thing, 26.2 miles, but I knew if I had my sister by my side, I would be okay.

My running partner since birth was going to be with me today and all was fine.

We got up probably around 3:30 or 4 in the morning since we lived about an hour away from the race start.

I remember the butterflies in my stomach on the drive up, hell I can feel them even now four and a half years later.

Listening to my drake playlist over and over again.

Trying to pump myself up for the challenge ahead.

When I got a text from my best friend.

“Give me speed, give me strength, let me fly.”

It reminded me of all of the people I had met along the way.

The support system I had driving up with me to stand around for hours just to watch me run.

We got up to Portland and found our starting area, and most importantly the bathrooms.

My family took pictures as Janelle and I sat and waited.

I remember saying our goodbyes to our parents and my husband, who was just my boyfriend at the time, as the race neared.

It was all starting to feel so real.

Before the race a voice came over the speakers and said that we were going to have a moment of silence for the victims of the Boston Marathon bombings along with a tribute.

And next thing we know, Sweet Caroline played through the streets of Portland.

A song sang during Boston Red Soxs games.

My heart was so happy.

Everyone around us sang along, hand in hand with each other.

But that wasn’t the best part.

They were trying to play the national anthem when something went wrong with the speakers, so they suggested we all sing it out loud.

I had never heard anything more beautiful.

Singing the national anthem with strangers who were spread through the city, all with the same goals.

Who were all running for something bigger than ourselves.

It was something that I’ll never forget.

Next thing I knew, the gun was off.

In typical Megan and Janelle fashion, we got out quick.

We had to get into a good spot and get into a good rhythm.

I was surprised with how good I felt.

Step by step.

Mile after Mile.

I felt strong.

We came up along a group of runners who cheered us on and asked if were were twins.

We answered in sync, like we always did.

He called us the “wonder twins” and as silly as that sounds it motivated us that much more.

We felt empowered and strong, because we were.

We were running a marathon.

I remember even seeing my family a couple of times and hearing them shout our names. It reminded me why I was doing this.

For the people that I loved.

And those who lost theirs that last April.

We just kept running, right next to each other, up until the half way mark.

I had written my paces on my arm in sharpie, to make sure I could hit that 3:35 Boston Marathon qualifying time.

I was feeling great, and we were ahead of pace as we approached the arch of balloons letting us know we were at mile 13.

Janelle wasn’t feeling great, and I was.

I kept trying to walk her through getting rid of her side ache and for the most part it was working.

She could tell I was feeling better than she was, so she let me go.

She told me to leave, that she was fine and if I could do it, to go.

We squeezed each others hand and I was off to do the rest by myself.

I still felt good.

I was hitting my paces and breathing just fine.

Until I approached the St. Johns Bridge.

I had been warned about this bridge.

But nothing could have prepared me for it.

The hill leading up to it was huge.

I could barely pick up my legs.

I was trying and trying, giving it everything I had.

I remember someone coming up behind me and telling me to follow him up the hill.

I tried.

Once I got to the top I had a little more energy.

I was told by that after you get over the bridge, that the rest of the course is a gradual downhill.

I wanted that downhill so bad.

I was feeling better.

Getting my stride back.

One foot in front of the other.

That’s what I kept telling myself.

The streets of Portland were flooded with fans.

Pom Poms, huge signs, and voices louder than you could imagine.

It was so encouraging.

Until mile 24.

At mile 24 my vision started to get blurry.

I felt like I couldn’t see my feet hit the ground.

Like I was moving but I wasn’t.

If that makes any sense.

Looking at my watch I noticed that my pace was starting to slip just a little.

I couldn’t have that.

I had one goal, and I was going to achieve that goal.

Janelle passed me at mile 25 as we crossed the Broadway Bridge.

She told me good job.

I tried to mutter “you too” but just a bunch of sounds came out of my mouth.

I was slowly losing it.

I was so close though.

So close that I could hear the crowd at the finish line.

The finish line that I wanted so badly.

I turned onto Naito Parkway, which meant that I only had about a half mile or so left.

And then it happened.

I fell.

Maybe I wasn’t picking my feet up or something.

But I fell.

Right on my knees in front of everyone watching.

I remember this sweet woman in a pink shirt stopped and grabbed me as she called for the medics.

People in white shirts came running from the sidewalk.

My knee was cut up pretty badly and they wanted to take me off the course.

I told them no.

That I had to finish.

I was only two minutes away from finishing and I needed to finish.

They let me go, and the sweet woman in the pink shirt agreed to run right next to me as we finished, in case I fell again.

I turned the corner to the finish.

And don’t remember anything after that.

Except getting placed down on a bed under a medical tent.

I woke up to an IV getting stuck in my arm.

I freaked out.

Instantly I looked down around my neck searching for my finishers medal.

I found it.

Thank god.

I had finished.

But I didn’t know how.

I blacked out and didn’t remember any of it as I took that final turn.

I had been training my butt off all spring and summer for this race.

But I didn’t remember finishing.

I looked back at pictures of other people finishing.

There were smiles, and hands tossed in the air with the look of pure joy on their faces.

Whereas I, from what I heard from my family, crossed the finish line with a blank stare on my face and instantly dropped.

I found pictures of myself in a wheelchair because I couldn’t walk.

I still ran an amazing time.

I ran a 3:42:59.

I missed qualifying for the Boston Marathon by 8 minutes.

That was it.

Do you know how it feels to want something so bad.

To the point where it’s all you think about?

That you consume your life with it.

To get so close to finishing and not even remembering it?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly proud of myself, and always be.

To be a 23 year old and miss qualifying for the Boston Marathon by only 8 minutes during your first ever marathon?

But I didn’t get my moment.

I didn’t cross the finish line feeling like I was on top of the world.

I didn’t have that moment that I can look back at and remember with pure happiness.

I don’t remember it.

It’s almost like I left it unfinished.

I’m surprised sitting here today, four and a half years later.

It still gets to me.

Crying as I write these words down for everyone to see.

To see that I wanted something so bad and was so close to getting it.

That I blacked out at the end and don’t even remember finishing.

Some people would use that to quit.

Some people would take that moment and never do it again.

They would be embarrassed or say that it wasn’t meant to be.

They would be discouraged.

But not me.

I’ll always have that drive.

That motivation that one day I will remember finishing a marathon.

That I still have so many years to reach my goal.

There will always be this fire under me, reminding me of what I still have to do.

I was and still am so incredibly proud of myself.

I know that one day, I’ll do it.

I’ll run those 26.2 miles and have my moment.

I’ll cross the finish line with the biggest smile imaginable.

And I’ll do it.

One day.

Just watch.

Living in my comfort zone.


I really didn’t feel like writing today.

Not because somethings wrong.

I just thought I didn’t have anything to write about.

I was trying to think of something life changing or motivational that I could pull out of my pocket and share with anyone who reads this.

I think I was making it too complicated.

I tend to do that sometimes.




Trying to get things done perfectly the first time around.

I’m a huge perfectionist, a type A personality, a Monica Geller if you will.

Things just need to be done the way I want them, the first time around.

Is it starting to make sense?

I thought that because nothing inspiring was going on in my life at this moment that I couldn’t write.

That’s just wrong.

I saw a quote on Instagram the other day that had me thinking.

“Nothing good comes from your comfort zone.”

Which, in a sense, is true.

If you don’t take a chance, or try something new, how do you expect to grow.

I’m all for taking chances and trying new things, they can lead to results even better than you ever imagined.

But I feel like I’m being told that if I stay comfortable I’ll never be better.

Yes, if you do everything exactly the same every single day, you’ll never change.

I feel like that’s a bit repetitive, and change every now and then is great.

But what’s wrong with being comfortable?

Is it such a bad thing?

I like being comfortable.

I like my life the way it is.

If I want to get out of my comfort zone once and a while I will, but if I like it, why do I need to change?

Every day we’re told that we need to change.

Our hair.

Our weight.

Our style.

Our workout routine.

Our diet.

That we need to be more outgoing.

That we need to take risks, chances, and live this crazy and carefree type of lifestyle.

That we can’t let anything hold us back while chasing our dreams.

But can we not have goals while living a comfortable life?

Can we not dream these big dreams while living in our comfort zone?

I call bullshit.

Being a mom, wife, daughter, sister, and working an 8 hour job every single day should’t take me out of the running for living the life I’ve imagined for myself.

I have goals.

I have dreams.

I can still accomplish those things while living a life where I find comfort in my every day routine.

I want to write a book someday, that’s my biggest goal by far.

And I can still do it if I’m comfortable.

I think sometimes you can make yourself uncomfortable.

You can change things up a bit, or even go for something bigger.

That’s okay.

But it’s also okay to return back to your comfort zone.

Having a place where you feel comfortable and at home is perfectly ok.

In a world of social media telling us to be one way or another, I feel like more often than none I’m being made to feel like I’m not normal for being normal.

That if I’m comfortable somethings wrong with me.

When, in fact, I feel like being comfortable gives me that comfort that no matter what I’m trying to do, I’ll have a place to fall back to.

I’ll always have a support system and place to call home at the end of the day.

Getting out of your comfort zone is okay, and encouraged most of the time.

But there is something good that can come out of your comfort zone, a beautiful life.

101 thoughts while shopping at Target.


I have a few favorite places.

That bring me so much joy and happiness.

Places where I can guarantee I’ll have a great time.

That have made memories that’ll last a lifetime.

Dodger Stadium.

Minto Brown Park.

New York City.

The Beach at the Mandalay Bay in Vegas.

My College Track.

Out of all of my favorite places there’s always one that will stand out.

One that can cure my loneliness, a broken heart, or my absolute boredom.


Yes you read that correctly.

Target will always have my heart.

I think it started freshman year in College up in Portland.

Janelle and I didn’t have our car up at school and we ran out of coffee quite often.

Since we drank more coffee than Lorelai and Rory Gilmore combined.

The Target was less than a mile away and there was a walking path that led straight to it.

It became our little place.

Fast forward to age 28 where I just go to Target because I’m bored.


But it’s true.

Where my fellow Target addicts at?!

I thought it would be great to document the thoughts that occur in my mind while shopping at this little slice of heaven.

Some thoughts that I’m sure many of my fellow Target connoisseurs might appreciate.

101 thoughts while shopping at Target.

  1. Did I lock my car? Wait where are my keys?
  2. Oh there they are.
  3. Car Honk
  4. Okay NOW it’s locked.
  5. Remember you only need q tips and dog food.
  7. I know you…
  8. Hmm do I need a shopping cart or a basket.
  9. The shopping carts are all wet..a basket it is.
  10. Oh how I love the dollar spot.
  11. These little lights are 3 dollars?! Heck yeah I need battery operated lights. Thanks Target!
  12. Wait cardigans are only 20 dollars? I’ll get two!!
  13. can’t get two black ones already have a couple black ones at home..but they go with everything..
  14. Live a little..add some color to your life Megan…
  15. Gray it is!!
  16. You little frugal fiend you.
  17. These are the cutest little PJ’s!!
  18. But you sleep in sweats and old t-shirts Megan do you need PJ’s?
  19. Yes because if I have cute PJ’s I’ll wear them more often…duh.
  20. PJ’s it is!!
  21. ooooo the movie section.
  22. Such cheap little movies.
  23. Easy-A..that’s a classic! Yes Please!
  24. There’s Something About  Mary? I love that movie! Just buy it Megan, you don’t actually own it.
  26. CD’s?! No one buys CD’s anymore..silly target.
  27. But they do read!!
  28. Another Young Adult coming of age book…get in my little basket you!
  29. I should have gotten a cart.
  30. Valentine’s day candy is on sale?? I mean..I do love peanut butter cups shaped like hearts..obviously…who doesn’t.
  31. Yessssss the wine section.
  32. This Moscato is heavy though.
  33. It’ll be ok, I’ll just consider this my workout for the day.
  34. Insert arm curls with basket.
  35. Do I need more coffee?
  36. Yes!
  37. Good thing it’s by the wine.
  38. Target it’s like you had me in mind when you created your aisles.
  39. You’re the only one that gets me sometimes Target.
  40. CANDLES!!
  41. This one smells like boys cologne, we have a winner!
  42. Definitely should have gotten a cart.
  43. Okay Megan stay on course..get back to the food..
  44. But they have throw blankets!
  45. FOCUS!!
  46. Oh no the freezer section..
  47. Should have brought a sweater.
  48. Why am I always cold?
  49. Oh Ben and Jerry’s is two for six dollars?!
  50. I’ll just buy Jason some and that way I have to buy myself some.
  51. Good logic Megan.
  52. You’re so smart.
  53. Now remember Megan you needed q tips…get away from the food.
  54. Hmmm beauty products where you at girl?
  55. Oooo I love these face masks..two dollars? I’ll take 3!
  56. Where are those q tips at??
  57. I swear they hide them from me.
  58. Trying to be difficult now are we target?
  59. Why you gotta do me like that?
  60. After all we’ve been through together?!
  62. God WHY didn’t I get a basket.
  63. Almost done though, almost.
  64. Wait I’m out of mascara.
  65. I’ll just get one real quick.
  66. New spring nail polishes? Yes please!
  67. What are those over there?
  68. Five dollar coffee mugs with cute little sayings?!
  70. I’ll take two!!
  71. Keep walking Megan…we’re almost done!!
  72. At least you got your steps in today.
  73. Look at you go.
  74. Wait I’m out of post it notes..I’ll just grab a couple!
  75. Wow so many sharpie colors..I need these!!
  76. Do I need a greeting card?
  77. I mean my brothers birthday is coming up soon.
  78. Megan it’s in April.
  79. Yes but the beginning of April.
  80. You’ll be happy that you bought it now.
  81. Boom done!
  82. Now was there anything else I needed..
  83. Nope!
  84. Self check out it is!
  85. I’m way too awkward for an actual cashier.
  86. Drive safe…you too? We’re not going through that again.
  87. I’m just so efficient at this anyways.
  88. Better than any cashier honestly.
  89. 120 Dollars?!
  91. Oh well Megan…just don’t take as many trips to Target this month.
  92. Laughs out loud.
  93. At least try, okay?
  94. God I hope I don’t drop this wine.
  95. I really needed a cart about now.
  96. Target should invent little robots to carry your ridiculously heavy bags out to your car for you.
  97. Wait…where are my keys…
  98. Oh found them!!
  99. Okay let’s just get everything in here…there we go…
  100. What a good trip!!

That time I read a book that changed my life.



I’ve talked about it several times before.

The summer of 2013.

It was a pivotal time in my life.

A time where I was lost.

And a time where I found myself.

A time where I started a new adventure.

And met the love of my life.

It was the start to finding who I really was and loving myself to the fullest.

It started with reading a book.

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.

I didn’t really read up until that point.

Honestly I didn’t have the attention span for it.

But I had found myself in a place where I had lots of spare time and nothing to fill it with.

I decided to pick up this book that I heard was going to be a movie soon.

I had heard so many things about it and decided maybe this would be a good way to fill my time.

Little did I know that it would be the start to my road of self discovery.

Once I started reading this book I couldn’t stop.

I’ve always heard people say that when it came to reading.

They would start a book and literally not be able to put it down.

That the book was that good.

This is how this book was for me.

I would stay up late just to read.

I even took it to my job when we had down time and read.

I finished it in two days.

Which for me was huge.

The way that John Green wrote made it so easy for me to take in everything.

The tale of love and loss put my entire life into perspective.

It made me fall in love with myself and see my life from a new point of view.

A friend of mine, who was going through a difficult time, asked me to borrow it after I was finished.

He told me that it also changed his life.

He was going through a weird time and was lost himself. It gave him a brand new perspective.

We both bonded over it.

A month or so later he gave me a signed copy of it, and it’s one of my favorite things.

I made my mom read it and she loved it as well.

We went to see the movie together and I started crying at the opening credits.

The book that changed me was coming to life.

I tried reading other books by John Green, and they were really good.

But nothing got me like this book did.

I remember the night I finished it, I was at work.

I walked to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall.

I cried.

I couldn’t stop crying.

I had invested so much of myself into this book.

It hit me so hard.

From that moment on I was different.

I read more.

Smiled more.

Found joy in everything that I could.

Took more selfies.

Found the beauty in my solitude.

From that moment on I was hopeful.

Hopeful that things would turn around.

That if I started living the life that I knew I wanted things would happen.

Things would fall into place.

I can’t put my finger on my favorite line of the book, or the exact moment that I knew I was reading something special.

It was the entire thing.

All 317 pages.

The relationship between Augustus Waters and Hazel Grace Lancaster gave me hope that my days would get better.

It made me take the plunge into loving myself so that I could fully love others.

I feel like books can do that to you.

They can make you forget.

They can allow you to lose yourself in something.

Giving you this idea that things will get better.

That you’ll be okay.

It feels weird to say out loud.

That a book made for young adults could change the life of a 23 year old.

But it did.

This book is something that’ll I’ll always hold near to my heart.

The book that started it all.

The reason my life took a turn for the better.

If you get a chance you should read it.

You won’t regret it.