mamacita

Today marks 2 months since my mother's passing. Tomorrow marks her 10th year of sobriety.

In these overwhelming times, I miss her the most. All I want to do is call her, knowing exactly what she'd say.
"Aim, you're gonna be fine"

I know, mom, I know.

I've had some of the most vivid dreams about her. They make me feel good that I can see and talk to her in them.

I asked her in one of my dreams if she really watches over me and can see everything that I do...she said she could and she rolled her eyes. I laughed.




I miss her so fucking much.

Me vs. My Fear.....Me: 1, My Fear: 0

Today I went on my first audition in 3 years.

I almost didn't go but decided that me being a pussy about it wasn't reason enough not to go.

I had to scream and cry and run and stab an invisible person. Pretty intense.

I won't say what it's for but if I'm lucky enough to land the role, you will find out soon enough.

In exactly one month's time, my feet will be touching Italian soil.


...how badass is that?

The amount of shit that I have to accomplish in the next two weeks is making my head spin. Apply for my Visa, drive to AZ and back, do my taxes, pack, gah!

Very daunting.


I'm gonna miss everyone so much.

Things I want