*This homemade hot chocolate recipe is loaded with cherry brandy, vanilla vodka, and all the things that will keep you warm on a cold winter's night* Aaaaand we're back! Totes sorry about the technical difficulties I've been experiencing this week. I had to work out some issues with my host and, in true Amber fashion, things were much more difficult than they should've been. Story of my life! So, since this week has been a doozy, I thought I'd make y'all something boozy. This recipe ...
Wishing I was cuddled next to a crackling fire rather than being surrounded by the startling bursts of celebration for the coming of the new year, I’m at a loss as to how I should begin this post.
I’m sure most of the writings you’ve seen today have been joyful and poppy, full of happiness and reminiscence mixed with a sprinkling of goals, self-reflection, and spirited “can do” attitudes to clear the way for 2016.
Today’s words will be more of a confession for me. A cognitive cleanse, if you will, as I come to terms with some issues I’ve been holding inside my heart.
I’m normally not the type of person to keep my feelings bottled up inside. I’m quite the opposite, actually. I’m known to be a complainer. I’m known to be blunt. My dad always jokes that he never delved too deeply or asked too many questions about what I was up to when I was a teenager because he knew I would 1000% tell him the truth.
I’m not a liar, and I’m horrible about keeping secrets.
But I’ve been keeping a secret from you.