You never really expected it to happen. Your heart was broken, but you kept your chin up and put a fake smile on your face for months. You spent an entire summer trying to get over him. You thought you did it and congratulated yourself. You didn't need a guy, or anyone really, to make you happy. You felt put back together - heart and everything. Your face presented a genuine smile again. And then sometimes people are put back into your life. Everything is ok again. There's closure and forgiveness and laughter. But those moments come back. Those eyes look at you like they used to and those butterflies, that you thought you'd never feel again, return. And slowly but surely - maybe even subconsciously, you fall again. Into trustworthy arms, into a lonely bed, into a confused mind, and back into love. You never thought it was possible last summer when you cried in your car or at the sound of a song. But that person hasn't really changed and you think maybe you're stuck again. With a fake smile and a hurting heart. But maybe just maybe this time you've fallen a little deeper. Not harder, but deeper. Fallen in love with yourself too much to let that boy ruin your heart. again. So maybe this time you'll just love quietly and genuinely until there's another time or maybe another person that says it's ok to love out loud. Because you never thought this would happen again or that you would even feel again at all. But this time it's different and maybe this quiet love is exactly what your mended heart needs.
-MKF
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August 17, 2015
The Rest of Summer {2015}
The summer after my senior year was probably the best summer of my life so far.
I gained such beautiful friendships and grew closer to those that I love. My "big sister" (actually my former babysitter that became a huge role model in my life and now I just call her my sister) and how much wisdom she pours into me without even trying. Her faith is so strong and it's so inspiring.
My amazing cousin who seeks out my time just to chat and catch up. Who randomly sends me bible verses for encouragement and wants to know how my day is going. We've been best friends since we were little and I love how our bond has only gotten stronger even though we see each other way less than we used to.
This summer I started dating my best friend and that has been such an incredible transition. He pushes me to do my best and believes in everything that I do. I love getting to talk to him about anything and know that he's going to support me. He made this summer one I will never forget.
Lots of memories. Lots of love. New beginnings are ahead.
xoxo,
~Michlyn
April 1, 2015
The Story About My Mom
In my literature class this semester, we're reading this book called "Riding Shotgun" :Women Write About Their Mothers: I highly recommend it. It's raw and beautiful and realistic and full of old black and white photographs of incredible women. The stories are real and you can picture every single thing vividly in your head. So I decided to write my own story about my mom...
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My mother was born to a 17 yr old who's boyfriend was enlisted in the U.S. Navy. She was the first born to my young grandparents, Bonnie and Melvin, who had little to nothing figured out. By the time my grandmother was 19, she was married, graduated from high school, had a job, and was a mother to 2 children. Melvin eventually wasn't in the navy anymore and worked full time as a garage door installer. He would tell you every place he installed a garage door or what kind of garage door you had installed in your home. My grandparents grew up on the ghetto side of the city and raised my mother there for a couple years. By the time her brother was born, they had moved three times and eventually bought a house in the country. My grandmother was the middle child of 10 children and my grandfather the first son of 4 children. Together they raised 4 kids before Bonnie was 25 years old and they both worked full time. My mother, 2 brothers, and her little sister. Bookend girls who were 7 years apart and became best friends.
My mother grew up to become the second mom to her 3 younger siblings and traded rooms between sharing with her brothers to sharing with her sister. There was only one major school district in their area, so kids from the nearest 5 towns all went to the same elementary, middle, and high school. My mother's mom used a gas stove and burnt everything she cooked. She grew up with the words "suck it up and eat what I made you" and "you didn't cook so you can't complain". Throughout the years, the sacrifices her parents made were difficult and having her mom gone even after she was home from school was hard. Because a woman in the workforce was a privilege and one my mother's family of 6 needed to maintain stable.
When my mother was 16 yrs old she met a boy who was a junior in high school and played for the hockey team. He was dating the snottiest girl in school, and when he walked by my mother in the hall, he winked at her behind his girlfriend's back. After that girlfriend broke up with the boy, he took my mother's best friend out on a date, changed his mind, and started dating my mother. One breakup before prom, graduating high school together, and dating for 6 years later...My mother married her high school sweetheart at the age of 23. For a couple of years they went on adventures, honeymooned in Florida, drank beer up at the cabin with their friends, and built a house on 5 acres. Five days before my mother turned 26, she gave birth to me on the snowiest day of the year. My parents brought me home in a blizzard and started a whole new life experience together. My mother was meant for motherhood. It was her calling, her destiny to raise a family with her loving husband at her side. My parents gave me a sister when I was 18 months old and we were best friends ever since. I remember my mother doing the dishes, and teaching us how to sing our ABC's. I remember her makeup-less face when I had a nightmare and woke up in her bed. I remember her getting the privilege to stay at home and raise me. I remember going to church every Sunday and her talking on the phone for hours at a time.
My mom had birthed 5 children before she was 35, 4 down on earth and 1 baby girl up above. When I was thirteen we adopted a little girl from Africa and that meant 5 kids, a husband, a house, and a dog that my mom handled with pure grace. This was her job. Motherhood was her job. Girl scouts, snotty noses, dying flowers in vases, messy rooms, greasy hair. Spring break trips to the zoo, school musicals, sleepless nights, a sick husband, dirty dishes. That was her job. She didn't get paid but she sure did one hell of a job.
I remember staying with friends for 9 days because my mother was in Africa with my dad, and crying because I had never been gone from her that long in my entire life. I remember my mother always getting up and getting ready in her blue robe. I remember her pretending she was good at singing while she mopped the kitchen. I remember the toys she helped me pick up after playing with them all day. That was her job. My mother was "the mom". The mom everybody knew. Everybody looked up to. Who raised beautiful children. Who kept her life busy and messy but it was perfect. The one who taught morals and kept the neighbors kids in line to protect her own kids. She was the glue that kept everything together because her husband had chronic headaches his whole life. Together they lost their house and moved three times in 4 years. Together they lost a couple dogs, but just bought another one. Together they lived their life. Not lives, life. My mother was so intentional about everything she did. She was the mother and wife that made everything make sense and if other people did it differently, it didn't make sense. My mother was a role model. For my grandmother, for my aunts who were much too crazy, for her little sister, for her peers and her children. She was "the mom". Because motherhood was her job.
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xoxo,
~Michlyn
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My mother was born to a 17 yr old who's boyfriend was enlisted in the U.S. Navy. She was the first born to my young grandparents, Bonnie and Melvin, who had little to nothing figured out. By the time my grandmother was 19, she was married, graduated from high school, had a job, and was a mother to 2 children. Melvin eventually wasn't in the navy anymore and worked full time as a garage door installer. He would tell you every place he installed a garage door or what kind of garage door you had installed in your home. My grandparents grew up on the ghetto side of the city and raised my mother there for a couple years. By the time her brother was born, they had moved three times and eventually bought a house in the country. My grandmother was the middle child of 10 children and my grandfather the first son of 4 children. Together they raised 4 kids before Bonnie was 25 years old and they both worked full time. My mother, 2 brothers, and her little sister. Bookend girls who were 7 years apart and became best friends.
When my mother was 16 yrs old she met a boy who was a junior in high school and played for the hockey team. He was dating the snottiest girl in school, and when he walked by my mother in the hall, he winked at her behind his girlfriend's back. After that girlfriend broke up with the boy, he took my mother's best friend out on a date, changed his mind, and started dating my mother. One breakup before prom, graduating high school together, and dating for 6 years later...My mother married her high school sweetheart at the age of 23. For a couple of years they went on adventures, honeymooned in Florida, drank beer up at the cabin with their friends, and built a house on 5 acres. Five days before my mother turned 26, she gave birth to me on the snowiest day of the year. My parents brought me home in a blizzard and started a whole new life experience together. My mother was meant for motherhood. It was her calling, her destiny to raise a family with her loving husband at her side. My parents gave me a sister when I was 18 months old and we were best friends ever since. I remember my mother doing the dishes, and teaching us how to sing our ABC's. I remember her makeup-less face when I had a nightmare and woke up in her bed. I remember her getting the privilege to stay at home and raise me. I remember going to church every Sunday and her talking on the phone for hours at a time.
I remember staying with friends for 9 days because my mother was in Africa with my dad, and crying because I had never been gone from her that long in my entire life. I remember my mother always getting up and getting ready in her blue robe. I remember her pretending she was good at singing while she mopped the kitchen. I remember the toys she helped me pick up after playing with them all day. That was her job. My mother was "the mom". The mom everybody knew. Everybody looked up to. Who raised beautiful children. Who kept her life busy and messy but it was perfect. The one who taught morals and kept the neighbors kids in line to protect her own kids. She was the glue that kept everything together because her husband had chronic headaches his whole life. Together they lost their house and moved three times in 4 years. Together they lost a couple dogs, but just bought another one. Together they lived their life. Not lives, life. My mother was so intentional about everything she did. She was the mother and wife that made everything make sense and if other people did it differently, it didn't make sense. My mother was a role model. For my grandmother, for my aunts who were much too crazy, for her little sister, for her peers and her children. She was "the mom". Because motherhood was her job.
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xoxo,
~Michlyn
March 24, 2015
Small Town Life
I grew up in a small white house on five acres of open land. A long driveway off a street that wasn't traveled often and next door neighbors that owned john deere tractors. The first born of high school sweethearts, in a small three bedroom house. Eighteen months later and I had a sister. We were best friends from the start. We went to school in our sundresses and tennis shoes. We played barbies, rode our bikes up dirt hills, and climbed trees together. Equally girly girls and tomboys.
In kindergarten, I began going to a small private school and that winter my first baby brother was born. For Christmas we braved the snowy roads two days in a row and drove to our grandparents' homes. Including annual cookie bakes with the cousins and sledding down hills in the backyard. In the summer we visited the farm next door to my mom's parents' house and fed the horses and went on bike rides to the park.
For Easter, we alternated each year with which grandma and grandpa we would get to see. There were easter egg hunts, frilly dresses, and new white shoes. Occasionally my parents would brave the crying pictures with the easter bunny and too much chocolate. Before church, we woke up early and looked around the house for our Easter baskets.
When I was seven, my little sister Laura Grace was born sleeping and went to heaven in May. Every year we celebrate her birth and go see her beautiful stone at the cemetery. Full of releasing balloons into the sky and planting new flowers. The only thing I remember from her funeral was singing Jesus Loves Me and watching my family cry. I was still too young to understand everything.
Through the years, both of my siblings joined me at the private school. We had our favorite teachers and the school lunches were actually good. Our classes had less than fifteen kids in them and we all grew up together. The boys ran from the girls because they had cooties. We raced on the swings to see who get the highest. Every Wednesday we had chapel and in class we had coloring contests. Twice a year we had a musical and performed for family & friends.
By the time I was nine, my second baby brother was born. Mom & dad and four kids. We went on camping trips, saw fireworks on the fourth of July, and went to the beach in the summer. When school started in the fall we took "first day" pictures and mom drove us in the suburban. We raked leaves piles and jumped in them. In the winter we drove snowmobiles and went ice-skating in our backyard.
After a few years of trying to homeschool and eventually switching to a charter school, we adopted from Ethiopia, Africa when I was thirteen. Adding a fifth to the bunch just made life more beautiful and messy. We moved from our childhood home and took our swing set with us. Youth group trips, family trips to the big city, growing up, and moving again.
Seven. Together we live this life. We navigate the ups and downs. Whether it's dirt roads or a college campus. 8 years old or 18 years old. Living a small town life is what we know. We learn, we grow, we live.
xoxo,
~Michlyn
In kindergarten, I began going to a small private school and that winter my first baby brother was born. For Christmas we braved the snowy roads two days in a row and drove to our grandparents' homes. Including annual cookie bakes with the cousins and sledding down hills in the backyard. In the summer we visited the farm next door to my mom's parents' house and fed the horses and went on bike rides to the park.
For Easter, we alternated each year with which grandma and grandpa we would get to see. There were easter egg hunts, frilly dresses, and new white shoes. Occasionally my parents would brave the crying pictures with the easter bunny and too much chocolate. Before church, we woke up early and looked around the house for our Easter baskets.
When I was seven, my little sister Laura Grace was born sleeping and went to heaven in May. Every year we celebrate her birth and go see her beautiful stone at the cemetery. Full of releasing balloons into the sky and planting new flowers. The only thing I remember from her funeral was singing Jesus Loves Me and watching my family cry. I was still too young to understand everything.
Through the years, both of my siblings joined me at the private school. We had our favorite teachers and the school lunches were actually good. Our classes had less than fifteen kids in them and we all grew up together. The boys ran from the girls because they had cooties. We raced on the swings to see who get the highest. Every Wednesday we had chapel and in class we had coloring contests. Twice a year we had a musical and performed for family & friends.
By the time I was nine, my second baby brother was born. Mom & dad and four kids. We went on camping trips, saw fireworks on the fourth of July, and went to the beach in the summer. When school started in the fall we took "first day" pictures and mom drove us in the suburban. We raked leaves piles and jumped in them. In the winter we drove snowmobiles and went ice-skating in our backyard.
After a few years of trying to homeschool and eventually switching to a charter school, we adopted from Ethiopia, Africa when I was thirteen. Adding a fifth to the bunch just made life more beautiful and messy. We moved from our childhood home and took our swing set with us. Youth group trips, family trips to the big city, growing up, and moving again.
Seven. Together we live this life. We navigate the ups and downs. Whether it's dirt roads or a college campus. 8 years old or 18 years old. Living a small town life is what we know. We learn, we grow, we live.
xoxo,
~Michlyn
June 3, 2014
Summer 2014
Hi everyone! I know I've been slacking a little in the blogging world, but I'm back :) 12 days ago, summer offcially started!
It blows my mind that Summer 2014 is actually here...Junior year was one of the fastest, most memorable, and craziest years ever! I'm so incredibly blessed by everything and everyone that is in my life.
So here's a little traditional Instagram Rewind to start my summer of blogging :)
It blows my mind that Summer 2014 is actually here...Junior year was one of the fastest, most memorable, and craziest years ever! I'm so incredibly blessed by everything and everyone that is in my life.
Main stream selfie sunday// My sister Erin & I on Easter// Me and my crazy dad...love him//
Throwback with my sweet momma for Mother's Day// Selfie #2// Last day of school pictures// The best friend//
Another best friend graduating this year// Starting summer off right with a Caribou smoothie// first summer baseball game w/ the girls
xoxo,
~Michlyn
xoxo,
~Michlyn
March 12, 2014
March 7, 2014
It's the...
It's the flights to L.A. The walks in the park. The beach volleyball in summer. The tea in Paris. It's the full moon on a dark night. The long walks around the neighborhood. The deep conversations with your best friend. It's the wind in your hair while you swing. The leaves in fall. The hand-written letters. The sweet poems you read. It's the test you ace. The coffee you drink everyday. The picture you take. It's the memories you make. The TV shows you watch. The snow in winter. The food in Italy. The cards you read. It's the gifts you receive. The perfectly made bed. The sun coming through the window. The kids you love to teach. The rain in spring. It's that one time thing. The sleepless nights. The dreams you love. The clouds from an airplane. It's the trips to Spain. The songs you sing. The celebrity crush you have. The dresses you twirl in. The flowers you smell. It's the pictures you paint. The stars you look at. The candy you eat. The soft pillows you sleep on. It's the family moments. The embarassing times. The words you say. The sand on a beach. It's the highschool year book notes. The emojis in texts. The people you talk to. The homework you don't complete. The bad things. It's the positivity in life.
January 1, 2014
Reflecting.
Looking back on this year, it has been a year of growth and struggle. Good struggle & bad struggle. A full year of fitting pieces of a puzzle back together, erasing scars of my heart, and opening new doors. I look back and realize that I fit a lot into this past year and it brings nothing but joy. I had a lot of stressful moments but I had support and comfort after the storm. And that just brings joy that overpowers all the hard times. For that I'm thankful.
But something else I've noticed is that I have not grown in my faith with God. And that's something I've really struggled with in the past 2 years. You can go read this post and that gives you a little smidgeon of info. We lost our youth pastor around that time and it's been hard ever since. (We do have a new youth pastor now and he is super awesome! Just losing the one before him was pretty rough for a while) Someone really special to me asked me the other day "How is your walk with God?" and all I felt was disappointment. In myself. In my church. In my heart.
My faith has been tested a lot over the past 2 years and I've realized that I rarely turned to God when I needed something or was hurting. I turned to my friends or raged at my parents or cried alone in my room or complained to God. I never prayed to Him or thanked Him or cried out to Him. And I'm SO THANKFUL to everyone in my life who has and will always be there for me in hard times. Whether it's girls from my team, my parents, my best friends, or my grandparents. But most of all I'm so thankful to have a God that is so forgiving, so loyal, and so selfless. If it wasn't for Him not giving up on me or letting me give up on myself then I'd be in a lower spot in my faith than I am right now.I'm the girl that tries to always have a smile on her face, who hates letting people down, and has a positive outlook on life. My life is beautiful. And there are times when I think "my life couldn't get any better" and times when I think "my life couldn't get any worse". But whether it's good, bad, or beautiful - it's not perfect and I'm not perfect.
So reflecting back on this year it's been an adventure. A crazy one. In 2014, I want it to be even crazier. I want to be crazy for God and for the life and future He has for me. Not the plans I have for myself but the plans that HE has for me. I want to strive to learn about Him and to seek Him in all that I do.
"But the Lord stood with me and strengthened me." 2 Timothy 4:17
xoxo,
~Michlyn
December 31, 2013
2013 Year in Review
Wow, can you believe 2013 is already over?!
One year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. Already in the rear view mirror of our lives.
This year, 2013, has brought unbelievable blessings and trials. God has shown me time and time again that no matter what we go through or how great our life seems to be, there will always be new adventures coming our way. Those adventures have shown me that God is the only one in charge of our lives and living it to glorify Him is going to be way easier than trying to do it our own way.
So cheers to 2014 and the great journey it will bring!
One year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. Already in the rear view mirror of our lives.
This year, 2013, has brought unbelievable blessings and trials. God has shown me time and time again that no matter what we go through or how great our life seems to be, there will always be new adventures coming our way. Those adventures have shown me that God is the only one in charge of our lives and living it to glorify Him is going to be way easier than trying to do it our own way.
So cheers to 2014 and the great journey it will bring!
JANUARY
Braces came off for the second time! You can watch the video here.
FEBRUARY
February photoshoot with Beka here.
Basketball games with the best friends ever! They became my life! Love supporting our school :)
MARCH
Scenery from our dreadfully long winter here. I also decided to take a blogging break around this time - I usually take one or two a year.
APRIL
Had a blast at the youth conference District Blitz!
MAY
Finished Sophomore year!! Reviewed that in this post.
JUNE
Big sister got married!!!
JULY
Highlights of Summer 2013!
AUGUST
Valleyfair 2013 with The Posse! :)
SEPTEMBER
Volleyball Season 2013!
Highlights of our season can be found here. So proud of these girls!
OCTOBER
My cousin Kressi got married in October and our whole family was able to be there on her special day.
NOVEMBER
Posse night in...Love my crazy group of friends!
DECEMBER
Merry Christmas and blessings in the new year! :)
xoxo,
~Michlyn
July 16, 2013
The Wounds He Gave Me
We would talk for hours. Whether it was in person, via text, or on the phone. He made me laugh & thought I was pretty. We'd known each other our whole lives. Gone to church together forever. He was always the one to cheer me back up if I had a bad day. It lasted for a while as we got to know each other better but soon it wasn't the same anymore. I knew that God was telling me to take a couple steps back. To live my life without a "him" for a while. So I told him that I wasn't ready. Not for a closer relationship that he was hoping for. And it seemed that I broke his heart in that moment. Soon time passed faster than I thought and the rift between us just got bigger. He moved on in our hometown's public school and I started a charter school 30 minutes away. We didn't talk. Ever really. He got a girlfriend and I just made a lot of great friends...guys & girls. When I thought the storm was over...it came back. Rumors. Horrible and hurtful rumors about me. Stuff that he told other people. And soon friends from church knew...some of my best friends. They were hearing untruthful things about me. Because...well I don't know why he said them. Popularity? Girls? Ego? I don't know. But I'm a strong girl. I don't let that stuff get to me and usually it doesn't come to me because I. hate. drama. I pushed it aside but trusted my parents and told them what my friends had heard him say. And before I knew it...there I was in a tiny room with our youth pastor asking him about these rumors. I thought I knew him. That guy just a year or 2 ago that would never do anything like this to hurt me. Who made me feel so special. But I guess he changed. The thing that hurt the most was that he denied it...allllll of it. That he didn't talk to anyone about "our history" and didn't say any of the rumors that I asked him about. He said that some of them weren't my business; that they had nothing to do with me. Ummm excuse me? If you said my name...they have everything to do with me. And my reputation that he carelessly half destroyed. Now 2 meetings down and he just sat there. And saw my tears and my confusion about this whole situation. He does nothing but deny the wounds he gave me...They hurt and sting and it's hard to take care of these wounds when they don't appear very often. But I'm finally taking care of them myself...I don't need his help or explanation to how they got there. Because I know our God is more powerful and more loving and will deal with him. But these wounds...they're on my heart. My only goal is that they don't leave a scar.
~Michlyn
~Michlyn
May 12, 2013
My Beautiful Mom
Today is Mother's Day...
Celebrating every wonderful mom who works hard to keep their crazy kids in line.
And my mom...she is awesome! A one of a kind, laundry folding, car-pool driving, kid loving, dishes doing, soccer watching, MOM! :)
I couldn't imagine my life without her wisdom, patience, spunk, and kindness she shows every day!
Celebrating every wonderful mom who works hard to keep their crazy kids in line.
And my mom...she is awesome! A one of a kind, laundry folding, car-pool driving, kid loving, dishes doing, soccer watching, MOM! :)
I couldn't imagine my life without her wisdom, patience, spunk, and kindness she shows every day!
LOVE YOU MOM! Hope you feel extra special on this day!
~Michlyn
December 31, 2012
2012 Year in Review
Well this year sure has been an adventure!!!
It started out really great and there were some definite bumps in the road.
God pulled me through and lo and behold - a new year is just 12 hours away! :)
Here's my year in review for 2012!
It started out really great and there were some definite bumps in the road.
God pulled me through and lo and behold - a new year is just 12 hours away! :)
Here's my year in review for 2012!
January - I had one of the best nights of my life! Our school's annual Snowdaze Dance 2012 was a hit! You can click here and here to read more.
February - I enjoyed the Valentine's Dinner at our church and then one of our youth group's favorite conferences EVER; Dare2Share!
March - I ventured on an 8 hour drive (each way) with my choir and band from school. We made our way to Chicago for 3 days. Which you can read more about here, here, & here.
April - I took a little blogging break, but still brought you a few pictures from the morning sunrise to showing you Polyvore and my best friend.
May - My family and I celebrated the 8th birthday of my angel baby sister and my other sister turned 14. Another fun youth event was our end of the year party w/ inflatables!!! (school year)
June - In the beginning it was rough. This was probably the worst part of 2012...I shared that we had lost our youth pastor, but were preparing to leave for one of the biggest youth conferences EVER in 4 days! This trip ended up being soooo amazing! God really pulled through, and I'm super excited to go back in a couple years. I REALLY encourage you to watch the video of our trip right here! :)
August - I celebrated my 1st blogiversary & my 200th post! My blog has come a long ways, and now I have 44 followers! It's been a great ride so far and I hope to keep blogging for a long time!!
September - It was the first full month of my Sophomore year! I love school & seeing my friends! I just hate homework and presentations. haha :) I also started playing volleyball and got an Instagram. Some of you have asked, but I haven't wanted to share yet...Anyway if you want to follow me now you can at michlynk_fisher.
October - This was definitely a break month for me, and I got a lot of sweet comments that people were missing me. So I brought you some pinterest faves, school moments, & a little of my life.
November - I turned 16 this month! I did share though that it wasn't exactly a sweet 16. Since this is also the month of Thanksgiving, I started "Insta-Week". So through Instagram for a whole week, I posted a picture of something I was thankful for. Here is day 1, and then you can just go to the next one from there if you want. I also decided I was going to get a haircut.
December - This month was soooo busy! I can't even believe that it has gone so fast. I'm kind of glad it did though. My sister and I played some powder puff & volleyball ended for me. I also told you some stuff you didn't know about me and welcomed you to the northpole. Since school projects were due, and I had numerous things to do...I took a little week vacation until Christmas break arrived. My best friend Beka & I have been best friends for 2 years. Then I brought you my crazy blessed Christmas!
Here's to another great year ahead! May God bless you in many ways!
~Michlyn
(Some clothes I was loving [still am] from Pinterest)
July - This month I finally got a Pinterest! Wooohooo! I absolutely love it! If you want to follow me, you can click on that button in my sidebar. :)
>Here's volleyball, school, and instagram all in one!< :)
September - It was the first full month of my Sophomore year! I love school & seeing my friends! I just hate homework and presentations. haha :) I also started playing volleyball and got an Instagram. Some of you have asked, but I haven't wanted to share yet...Anyway if you want to follow me now you can at michlynk_fisher.
October - This was definitely a break month for me, and I got a lot of sweet comments that people were missing me. So I brought you some pinterest faves, school moments, & a little of my life.
November - I turned 16 this month! I did share though that it wasn't exactly a sweet 16. Since this is also the month of Thanksgiving, I started "Insta-Week". So through Instagram for a whole week, I posted a picture of something I was thankful for. Here is day 1, and then you can just go to the next one from there if you want. I also decided I was going to get a haircut.
December - This month was soooo busy! I can't even believe that it has gone so fast. I'm kind of glad it did though. My sister and I played some powder puff & volleyball ended for me. I also told you some stuff you didn't know about me and welcomed you to the northpole. Since school projects were due, and I had numerous things to do...I took a little week vacation until Christmas break arrived. My best friend Beka & I have been best friends for 2 years. Then I brought you my crazy blessed Christmas!
Here's to another great year ahead! May God bless you in many ways!
~Michlyn
October 31, 2012
October 20, 2012
The Little Things...
When you just sit in the silence or the laughter and think....
My life is great. I don't want anything to change.
Being grateful & happy & feeling beautiful.
It's those little things in life.Where you need to stop and thank God for.
Maybe it's a shopping date with your mom and you find the perfect pair of jeans.
It could be a night hanging out with friends and you make the best memories.
You could be in school and a teacher doesn't assign homework for the weekend.
Or maybe you're in church and you see that white rose on stage and you realize that's another person for your family in heaven.
Anything.
~Michlyn
October 11, 2012
A Busy Week...
Man where does the time go?
Or where does it stay?
I have a 5 day school week. Ugh.
It's been so long, but so short at the same time.
You know those weeks?
Like you're in class and 1 minute seems to be 100 minutes?
But then you get home after practice, with loads of homework, and 11 PM comes way too fast.
Yeah that's basically my life right now.
Wake up early.School.Practice.Eat.Homework.Shower.Go to bed late.Repeat.
Tonight we had our last home game of the season.
AND WE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love the girls soooo much and we only have 3 games left.
Tomorrow is Friday. Relief after school is over. Bonfire with friends. And volleyball Saturday. YAY!
What's your week been like?
~Michlyn
Or where does it stay?
I have a 5 day school week. Ugh.
It's been so long, but so short at the same time.
You know those weeks?
Like you're in class and 1 minute seems to be 100 minutes?
But then you get home after practice, with loads of homework, and 11 PM comes way too fast.
Yeah that's basically my life right now.
Wake up early.School.Practice.Eat.Homework.Shower.Go to bed late.Repeat.
Tonight we had our last home game of the season.
AND WE WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love the girls soooo much and we only have 3 games left.
Tomorrow is Friday. Relief after school is over. Bonfire with friends. And volleyball Saturday. YAY!
What's your week been like?
~Michlyn
September 21, 2012
Fall Loves
I LOVE FALL.
It is seriously my favorite, favorite, favorite season!
Boots. Sweaters. Beautiful colors. Crisp air. Apple Cider. Fun Photo Shoots. Hoodies. Bonfires. ♥
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It is seriously my favorite, favorite, favorite season!
Boots. Sweaters. Beautiful colors. Crisp air. Apple Cider. Fun Photo Shoots. Hoodies. Bonfires. ♥
Playing in the sandbox with my brother on a sunny afternoon
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Red skinnies and moccasins!
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Beautiful sunrise on the way to school
I also did a photo shoot with Beka last weekend! We want to take some more, because some of these are really blurry. But we loved it, had lots of fun, and my dad let us use his truck - Those pictures were some of our favorites!
Yes, Fall is definitely a great time of year!
~Michlyn
August 14, 2012
All Things Stylish I'm Loving on Pinterest
These posts don't do the justice for all the amazing clothes, accessories, and jewelry found on Pinterest. So here's an overload of stylish pins that I'm loving!
What was your favorite?
~Michlyn
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