There used to be a time when my heart would pour out into blog posts. I was filled to the brim with ideas and thoughts. Even if no one read them they could live somewhere. And if by chance they resonated with someone, it was a thrill to have touched a person's heart. I slowly became a much more talkative person, but there truly are not enough ears for me to bother. It can't all be about me and others listening. I feel the pull again. Especially after my nightly prayer. So here you have it interwebs, I'm back.
For those of you that don't know me, hi! I'm Fabiola, a thirty something with an overactive mind, part child of wonder, part fanciful lady. To my chagrin I remain a night owl, in perpetual pursuit of the early riser syndrome. I'm Catholic, like super Catholic, but bad at the follow through. Confession is imminent. Tomorrow 2pm. Jesus is the love of my life, not because I'm perpetually single, there's just something about him. Namely he's God. So there's that.
If you gave me a choice between jeans and.... don't give me jeans... ew. I've begun dabbling in them again but carefully, carefully. Only when my outfit is meant to suggest the early 90s.
I love color and stories and speaking in bad accents. Hopeless romantic. Boys are cute. Marriage is very appealing.
Thanks for visit. See you again soon!