I bloody love my blogs! You see, before this you lot only had my social media and while I LOVE my social media pages, a picture only tells one small story; a captured moment gone in the blink of an eye. A written story tells everything and the WHOLE story. I get to show you the real me and detail everything that’s happening in my life. I get to truly open up and it’s so therapeutic! So today I want to make you laugh with a story of the WORST Christmas presents I ever received (just because it’s bloody funny) and I also want to talk about finding inner peace and why it’s so important to your overall happiness.
Ok. Let’s begin with the worst presents ever bought in the whole history of present buying (please don’t think I’m being ungrateful since some might think “any present is surely nice” and “it’s the thought that counts” – NO! Just read on).
I got with