Broken promises

Welp it’s been a while.

As I sit here at Starbucks in Downtown Historic Charleston I find myself here once again with breaking promises to myself.

Why do I keep falling into this rut ya’ll? Why can’t I be so disciplined that nothing can shake me? Why can’t I keep promises to myself like the one I made on my first post on this blog.

Life has had me down lately ya’ll. I have felt like the water is just under my nose lately soon to consume me whole. Sometimes it feels like this crap is never going to go away. Like I will forever remain in this place of limbo.

I know it’s temporary but what if it lasts forever. What if it never goes away. What if my flickering light never gets to full bright again?

Through therapy I feel like I’m doing okay but have failed to let all of my guards down even though I know it’s a safe space. Like if someone knows the real me they’ll run away. Judge me. Shame me.

Isn’t it silly how we go through life saying “I don’t care” “I don’t care what people think of me” but yet we remain so guarded that people can sometimes never get down to the real, raw, nitty gritty truth. I feel like I have been real but raw definitely not. Raw is stripping myself of every inch of things. Raw is being at the peak of vulnerability and vulnerability scares me.

It haunts me in everything I do. With Tom, with my son. I burst with love for them but don’t know how to show it. I am stuck in a merry go round rut of wants, needs and desires but I am blocked by all of the pent up stuff from my childhood.

I was diagnosed with PTSD that stems from my childhood a few weeks back and I don’t know how to take it. It’s kind of surreal.

Man. That’s a lot of crap on that list. Me in a nutshell. A group of words never made me feel so sad but so relieved to finally have a concrete reason behind why I am the way I am and how I am working so hard to rework, rewire and replenish my life.

This isn’t easy you guys. Digging deep, revealing bad thoughts, exposing all of me.

I am in the fight of my life and to think I used to say you can choose to stop being depressed just be happy!! 🤣

How naive of me lol


There are still good days guys. Still days when I wake up and I’m like damn it’s good to be alive but lately it’s been feeling more like a stressful burden to be BUT I know that feeling isn’t real, I know I have people in life who love me and more importantly I have people who I love too that need me to be at the best version of me and for that I am going to keep pressing on.

Through the joy, through the pain, through the sunshine and the rain because I will not be defeated by this and I know the battle has already been won.

– B


Back to reality

8 days.

8 very short days and I will be back to my office in the Sky. I feel excited, nervous, antsy, cautious, anxious and overjoyed! There are so many thoughts running through my mind and I honestly don’t know if they will ever slow down. Being a mom, girlfriend, dog mom and a woman in general I’ve found that balance is a hard thing to find especially when it’s not all about you after it had been for so long.

First day of Delta training

My career at Delta started a year ago and I found out I was pregnant 2 months into training. I had no idea I was pregnant . . . I thought the food in the training center was making me sick. It makes me laugh now that I look back and see myself nauseous, exhausted, overly emotional, unable to eat and farting all the time (sorry Laura lol) I didn’t tell her I was pregnant until the day of graduation. My poor roommate she seriously had to of been so grossed out lol

Love you Laura!

The day I found out I cried on the toilet for what felt like 3 hours then I got in the shower and cried on the floor even longer. I just finally made it to Delta after 2 years as a flight attendant at two different airlines. After applying 3 times and getting thanks but no thanks twice and finally the job offer I had waited for, for what seemed a lifetime and I was pregnant. PREGNANT! Man how things can change at the drop of a dime. Thank God my boyfriend was there through it all to support me even though I was literally the meanest, sassiest, brattiest pregnant woman ever.

I didn’t know what the future held for me at Delta and I certainly didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t tell anyone though. Especially not in training I was terrified they would fire me or something silly like that which wouldn’t have happened lol I wasn’t the most rational thinker. I graduated and hit the line with a pregnant belly, a hunger to match an elephant and confidence that I could still be a Mama growing her Little bug and keep flying.

Long story short I was an emotional wreck. I couldn’t keep focused and I was constantly exhausted so I went out on leave EARLY. I didn’t even know if I’d go back. Months passed by and I got a dog, had Bryce and bawled the first time Tom and I left the boys with my mom overnight to celebrate New Years together in Savannah. I cried in the street right before the countdown.

See . . . I wasn’t exaggerating

How on earth was I supposed to go back to flying when I couldn’t stand to leave him for 26 hours. Tom and I talked about it over and over. Tom is a Pilot so he understands how scheduling works in the FA world and for the most part its unpredictable in its predictability. Not to mention with his upgrade to Captain soon our schedules most likely be in conflict and certainly opposite at times.

With a lot of discussion and prayer I decided to return to work. I did my re-qualification in Atlanta at the beginning of March and was a nervous wreck. I was a puddle of sweat by the end of the day because my anxiety had gotten the best of me. Not to worry though I crushed it and everything I learned 10 months prior came flooding right back! I passed and now I’m FA qualified until the next time I go back in 18 months!

Although I am a whirlwind of emotions heading back I honestly cannot wait. I am eager to continue on my journey exploring the world and making a difference in my passengers lives every flight. I am ready to get back to some normalcy even though it’s now going to be a new normal of not being with Bryce every day. Some months will be really hard but after I get back into the swing of things it should be just fine. Who knows I may find that it’s actually not for me anymore and come back home humbled after I give it my best shot!

But for now I just plan to take things one day, one plane and one step at a time!

oh and don’t forget to

– B