The Stuck

Clearly, I love the country and farm life based off the background and pictures on some of the pages. Ask me if I live on a farm though… oop lol. But the pictures may be updated periodically depending on my mood and what I’m going for at the current moment. I just wanted you to know ’cause I’m sure it’s a little confusing. I’m learning to be true to myself and do thing I like, not what’s trendy. To me, some things that are trendy are boring. AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THESE DANG ON AESTHETICS! Ugh.

So. If you can’t tell, I’m new to blogging and this is my first one. I’d tell you to be gentle about your comments, but I would be acting like someone I’m not. I encourage HEALTHY debate and criticism (don’t be a butthole), and the freedom for me to be able to say what I need to on my platform.

Now, how will this blog be formatted… how much will be disclosed? Idk–we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. I’ve been told I share too much upfront but that’s ’cause I’m not afraid to share my past. I’ve healed from it and other people can heal from it knowing they aren’t alone. But this is the internet so I’ll have to limit names, locations, etc. and not tell everything.

Have you ever watched the MTV show Awkward. or know the newspaper column by Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City? That’s how I want my blog to be, in my own way obviously.

Who am I?

If you wanna know that in-depth information, click on the about tab.

I will say that I wanna (not every word will be grammatical) discover who I am during the continuation of this blog. I wanna get back to writing, to poetry, writing stories, and most importantly sharing my faith.

*Disclaimer: I AM A CHRISTIAN WOMAN! NO I’M NOT FORCING MY RELIGION ON ANYONE, I’M JUST SHARING MY FAITH. TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT, RESPECTFULLY.*

With that being said, I understand that not everyone will believe the same faith as me who reads this blog. However, I’d like to hope that you’ll either hear me out or read the other content I put out if it makes you uncomfortable to read the religious posts.

What will we be talking about?

Girl, everything! This is a personal, lifestyle blog that covers romance, love, friendship, family, life at 29, life as a veteran going to college at this age, and faith. Also, what my hopes and dreams are… if you care lol.

I also have a tab in the header of the blog where you can submit questions. I don’t have all the answers- I am NOT God- but I can do my best to give you all decent and practical advice!

Why the name, “The Stuck”?

I came up with the name of this blog when I was in my closet and I was thinking about all the times I felt stuck, mainly because I was currently in a rut, or stuck, in that moment. I thought to myself I’m always feeling stuck and I never think anyone feels the same. Obviously, I know there are people in my immediate life who I can lean on, and I do, but there’s nothing like knowing you have a community of people who also can understand that aren’t in your immediate circle.

So, this blog is for the stuck. The people who need a pick me up, the people who don’t feel heard or seen. For those who need advice from their peers that get it. You don’t need to write in MLA or APA format over here. The only thing you need to do is be authentic and honest! No lies, no phonies. Life is already hard and getting harder– who needs a community of liars? lol

I hope you find this blog as entertaining and valuable as I will. Let’s grow together and learn from each other. No matter the age or race. We all have something to say and everyone’s voice matters.

If you have any comments or concerns, like if you can’t see the words because of the color contrasts to the background, go the the contact tab and let me know!

Welcome home, Stuckers!

In love,

Z.

Some Poetry for You

Dear March--Come In 

Dear March—Come in—
How glad I am—
I hoped for you before—
Put down your Hat—
You must have walked—
How out of Breath you are—
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest—
Did you leave Nature well—
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me—
I have so much to tell—

I got your Letter, and the Birds—
The Maples never knew that you were coming—
I declare - how Red their Faces grew—
But March, forgive me—
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue—
There was no Purple suitable—
You took it all with you—

Who knocks? That April—
Lock the Door—
I will not be pursued—
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied—
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame—

-Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886
https://poets.org/poem/dear-march-come-1320