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Learning to L.O.L.




I think my new mission for the rest of the year..besides the 50-Eleven others that I have ...is to try to live my life with more L.O.L moments...




I want to Laugh Out Loud


I want to Live Out Loud


I want to Learn Out Loud


I want to Love Out Loud


I want to Lead out Loud




I most def want my year leading up to my 30's to be a more "out loud" experience. So much of me is so shy and I bury things deep inside of the person that I am. I know somewhere the "real me" is bursting and waiting to come out and introduce herself to the world. I thought my 20's was going to do that for me....In person..I am much more reserved than words on a screen could ever display. I may smile and laugh...but is it "heart felt". I want my smiles and laughter and joy to just come bursting from my pores to where when I walk into a room....everyone takes notice. Not in a :vain" sort of way..but in a way that is just one of positive energy. I want to love so much that it hurts in a good way...I want to lead and be respected...I want to live a life so full and rich.....I want to laugh so that it's infectious!




I vow from this day forth to live, love, learn, lead, and laugh...all OUT LOUD!

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  1. Here, here! I completely agree... my new motto beginning 2009 was "not to sweat the small stuff" that is really helping to contribute to the LOLs.

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  2. I love the idea of L.O.L. I hope that my 30s allows me that sense of freedom to just BE, as well!

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