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Why Twitter Is Better For Bloggers

Hey guys! Welcome back. I’ve been using Facebook for many years. While it is great and very useful for many things, growing my blog wasn’t one of those. I have a Facebook page for my blog and I keep it updated regularly, but it just doesn’t get much attention.

Up until a few months ago I didn’t really use Twitter. I didn’t understand it or what it was. I thought it was just like Facebook with a limit on the length of your post. I had a Twitter but never really used it. But then I created one for my blog and I finally understood.

Facebook and Twitter are very different. On Facebook it is recommended that you add only people that you know personally. While almost no one ever really does this, it’s true that most people on your friends list are people that you personally know. Twitter is the opposite. On Twitter you follow people who have similar interests. So if you tweet something someone likes they follow you.

Your blog will grow so much in a short amount of time if you start using Twitter. If you are blogging about things that interest you and share them to Twitter, people who are also interested are likely going to check out your blog. Your friends and family on Facebook may not always check it out.

Facebook is still a great platform and I recommend using it. But I have found that Twitter has expanded my outreach so much more. The people who follow me on Twitter share my interests and they are more likely to read my blog. This is just my opinion, but if you are not already utilizing Twitter I highly recommend it.

Thank you so much for reading. Please be sure to like this. Comment below what you think and if you are using Twitter if you would recommend it as well. Don’t forget to follow before you leave if you are not already and I hope to see you next time!

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An Open Letter To The Imperfect Person

Hey guys! Welcome back. I think we all struggle with wanting to be perfect or be someone else completely. We are never really happy with who we are and the decisions we have made because we have a tendency to feel like we are missing something or we made a turn down the wrong path at some point. We have this never-ending battle within ourselves because we aren’t content or satisfied with our lives.

That has to change. We need to learn how to accept who we are and work towards a better life. If you aren’t happy, you can change. There is no reason not to. However, if you are happy with where you then don’t feel the need to change for someone else. No one is perfect and you can’t force yourself to be. You can work towards being better or being satisfied, but you will never be perfect, nor will you always be happy.

Your goal in life should be to be the best version of yourself, whatever that may entail. Surround yourself with people who love you and support you. Work towards success and your goals and aspirations. Be vulnerable and allow yourself to feel. Most importantly, allow yourself to make mistakes because that is how you grow and learn.

I know what it feels like to be afraid to be yourself. I’m still afraid sometimes. I don’t like being judged or ridiculed no matter who it is coming from. I used to think I would rather pretend to someone else and be liked than be myself and be hated. But that is wrong. It’s lying. I should be able to be myself and know that no matter what I will be accepted and loved. I shouldn’t feel like I can’t be who I truly am.

I don’t know how to be the best version of myself yet because I don’t really know who I am. All I know is that I am working to figure that out and I think you should too. It’s scary to think about the future and where we will end up. But I have faith that if you are yourself and you are the best you can be that you are special and important. You deserve to be valued and cared for by people who know you and accept you.

Life is too short to spend it living someone else’s life. Live your own life and accept the beauty that you are. Know that you are special and your life is worth living. No one can live your life or be you better than you can. Yes you are imperfect, but God made us all that way. You were not made to be perfect, you were made to be you. That is the most important thing. God loves you just the way you are and no matter what anyone else says that is all that matters.

Never let anyone tell you or make you feel like your life is meaningless. You are significant to the world. You are here for a reason, even if you aren’t sure what that reason is yet. Just keep living and making mistakes and it will come to you. No matter what, don’t give up. Let life happen and great things will come your way.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this. Please like this if you did. Comment below your thoughts and/or requests. Don’t forget to follow before you leave if you are not already and I hope to see you next time!

 

When You Grow Up In A Small Town

Hey guys! Welcome back. I grew up in a town with fewer people than my college campus. I’m sure many of you can relate. There isn’t a Walmart nearby (it’s a twenty minute drive at least). There are only a few restaurants and not many things to do. Everyone knows everyone and there is no such thing as a true story. So transitioning to college wasn’t exactly easy for me. There were new people, new places, new things to do. I was experiencing so much and never knew where my head was. Eventually I got used to it and looking back it was a great experience.

But growing up in such a small community meant knowing everyone and knowing who you were related to. You are known as someone’s child or grandchild. And God forbid you resemble someone in your family because that is how people will recognize you. Everyone is on a first name basis and you learn all about each other in about twenty minutes.

Small towns mean small talk. Especially if you leave and then come back. So few people ever leave this town so when someone does it’s a huge deal. Everyone kind of expects  glamorous stories and life-changing anecdotes. But the truth is sometimes it’s not all that different. Growing up in a small town gave me the perspective that the world is bigger than what we know and I was determined to see it. I wanted to learn more and open my mind unlike most people from this dinky little town.

Everyone dated everyone in high school. There was no such thing as fighting over someone because it happened so often that no one could ever really keep up. And when you were dating someone everyone knew about it regardless of how you felt about it. There was no such thing as privacy or secrets because everyone (even the teachers) knew what you were doing and who you were with.

As charming as it sounds to come from a place where you know everyone, there is a certain discomfort about it. You are expected to behave a certain way and live a certain way. If you don’t leave before you turn twenty you will end up married and/or pregnant. That’s just the way it goes. People often get stuck here or choose not to leave because they shallow and oppressed. It’s not their fault though, that’s how we were raised.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this small little chat about small town living. Let me know in the comments if you are from a small town and you agree with this. Please be sure to like this so I know if should do more things like this in the future. Comment any and every request you have. I’m running out of ideas. Don’t forget to follow before you leave if you have not already and I hope to see you next time!

Tinder Date Gone Wrong

Hey guys! Welcome back. A little over a month ago I went on my very first Tinder date. If you don’t know what Tinder is it is a dating app. Needless to say the date didn’t go exactly well. I had no expectations going into this because I had never gone on a Tinder date before. But I met the guy and decided to see where it went.

Let me just say that dating anyone on a campus as small as mine is dangerous and scary because if it doesn’t work it’s awkward if things don’t work out. But I had never seen this guy around campus, so I figured if it didn’t work it would be alright because I probably wouldn’t see him again anyway. NOW I SEE HIM ALL THE FREAKING TIME!!!!!!! And it’s always weird and awkward. We haven’t talked since then, but seeing him makes me feel a little on edge.

But anyway the actual date was a fail. We walked around campus and talked which was fine other than the fact that I came to the conclusion that we have nothing in common and there was no real connection. But I continued with the date to see if maybe something was there hiding, waiting to be discovered. So we went back to my room to watch TV. I figured it was safe because the walls are thin and you can hear everything that happens in that building. Plus my roommate was in the room three feet away in bed. I was under the impression that I was safe.

Visitation for males in our building ends at midnight. We were in my room for about an hour and everything was fine. And then at around 11:45 p.m. he started touching me. It was pretty innocent. Nothing scandalous or anything happened. And then he kissed me. Which was fine other than the fact that I felt absolutely nothing. But then he started grabbing parts of my body that he should not have been grabbing. Especially considering we had just met. At 11:55 (five minutes until he had to be out of the building) he was trying to have sex with me. Remember, my roommate is in the bed next to me asleep.

It was completely uncomfortable for me and I didn’t know what to do. So I literally dragged him out of the room and basically never really spoke to him again. But it was a date gone wrong and wish I had handled the whole situation differently but I’m not the most graceful girl in the world. It was just a really weird situation for me.

But that’s the whole story. I hope you enjoyed this. Please like it if you enjoy reading my personal stories. Let me know in the comments if you enjoyed this and want to see more about my daily life, even good stories. As always let me know any requests you have. Don’t forget to follow before you leave if you are not already and I hope to see you next time!

Fall Favorites Tag

Hey guys! Welcome back. I thought this would be a fun thing to do since I love Fall and I think tag posts are fun. Let me know if there are other tags you want me to do in the comments or if you have any other recommendations.

Favorite candle: I don’t have or buy many candles since I live in a dorm room most of the year and can’t have candles. And I don’t know of any Fall scents specifically, but if I were going to burn a candle it would probably be cinnamon scented because I love that smell and it is a very warm scent that I love in the Fall time.

Favorite Lip Color: Give Me Mocha from the Wet n’ Wild Catsuit Collection. It’s a dark color that looks great in the Fall.

Favorite Drink: Hot chocolate.

Favorite Blush: I don’t have one for any season. Blush is not essential for me, so I usually just grab whatever color I think looks best with the look I am doing.

Favorite Clothing Item: White Jean Jackets. I think they are so classic and I really want one. I also love boots.

Favorite Fall Movie: I love watching scary movies all the time, but especially in the Fall.

Favorite Fall TV Show: I don’t have one. I don’t know what constitutes as a “Fall TV Show”. But I’m loving Gilmore Girls.

Favorite Thanksgiving Food: Turkey. It’s just amazing.

Favorite Halloween Costume: I don’t know when the last time I dressed up for Halloween was, so I will go with costumes for babies. They are so cute!

Those are all the questions. I hope you enjoyed this. Please like this if you did. Let me know if you do the tag so I can check it. Comment below some of your favorite fall things. Don’t forget to follow if you are not already and I hope to see you next time!

When God’s Desire and Mine Collided

Hey guys! Welcome back. Growing up I heard that God has a plan for me. He sometimes doesn’t give people specific information about His plan for them and mine was certainly no different. I had to figure it all out myself. I changed my major so many times that I can barely remember what I started with sometimes. I still question if I am doing the right thing. I’m worried about the plan and these goals I have because I’m not sure if it’s right.

God tells me when I’m wrong. He points me in another direction and gives me new thoughts and ideas. He leads me down paths and shows me the way He wants me to go. Yes I’ve changed my mind more times than I can count about my major, my school, what I want to do, and more. But God wants me to do that because He knows what He wants me to do and He is helping me get there. I change my mind and my plans because that is what God wants me to do. His plan is my plan and I will get there. It takes hard work to make your hopes and dreams come true. But I have learned with God, anything is possible.

I am so grateful that it is God guiding my life and not myself. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Knowing that God is in control and is helping me through life is comforting and helps me be at peace. I am glad that I don’t have to do this alone because I would probably be stuck somewhere doing something I don’t want to do just because I was too afraid to change my mind. But God convinces me and I am thankful. He is my guiding light without whom I would fail.

I do not have regrets about any of the things I have done. I know that it is all part of His plan for me and so I accept things as they come. God wanted me to go to a certain school and then He wanted me to change schools. And I did. He wanted me to change my major and I did until I got it right. He led me down a certain path because He knew I would figure it out myself. He knew I was capable of handling it. I have never doubted or questioned what He wanted to do or where He desired me to go. I follow Him blindly with trust and faith because I know He is taking care of me.

I have put my life in the hands of my Creator. I have followed His plan for me and allowed Him to guide me. I will never have any regrets about this decision. People often get weary of my constant decision-making and they think I am indecisive. The truth is I am just trying to follow God’s plan for me. It has taken me quite a while, but through it all I learned some things about myself and who I want to become. It is because of God that I alive and that I have accomplished all that I have. I am forever grateful.

Thank you so much for reading! Please like it if you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think in the comments below. Don’t forget to follow before you leave if you are not already and I hope to see you next time!

God Saved Me

Hey guys! Welcome back. I know what it feels like to hit rock bottom. I know what it’s like to not have any idea what to do and fell like you are alone even when you’re not. I know that feeling of suffering and wanting better. It’s a life I lived and a life I don’t ever want to return to.

I got out mostly in one piece. I spent years waiting for the day that I would finally be free and when I was there was a feeling of relief. Through all my years of waiting for it end and even in the years after, I became a person I hated. I was selfish, narcissistic, and insecure among other things. I didn’t like myself or the person I became. I wanted something more. I wanted to be better.

I grew in a small town full of selfish people. I grew up around people who judged me and who were condescending. I became one of those people. I didn’t like it, so once I left I made the choice to change. It didn’t happen overnight, but I’m making it one day at a time. And that’s the thing I realized. I won’t be a completely new person overnight. It will take more than a day or a week to see progress. It takes time and dedication.

As much as I hated my childhood and the person I had become because of it I know it saved my life. I didn’t have a picture-perfect family or a happy childhood. But I did have God. Through it all no matter what, I knew He was there. I knew I could talk to Him and He would always listen. He got me through the darkest times in my life.

He also gave me everything I ever wanted and needed when I made it through. I am living the life I am because I trusted God and pushed through the dark years. I am still alive and getting to do all of these amazing things because I persevered and trusted God’s plan. And I am more than grateful He has allowed all of this to happen.

I did question it at times. It wasn’t always an easy faith or trust. There were times when I questioned if He was there and why He was allowing those things to happen. But in time I got my answers. It wasn’t easy then, but it is now because I lived through it and learned to trust. It is not a blind faith because I have seen what God can do.

Hitting rock bottom is scary. There seems like there is no way out sometimes. But there is. The great thing about hitting rock bottom is that there is no other way than up. You have to decide to get up and allow yourself to ask for help. Let go of your pride and open up to those who care about you, even if that’s God. He will help you if you ask for it. If you feel like you have no one else to go to, Go to Him. And if you do have people to go to still talk to God. Let Him know that you are here and you trust Him. He will listen.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this. Please like it if you did. Don’t forget to follow before you leave if you have not already and I hope to see you next time.

I Am More Than A Writer

Hey guys! Welcome back. To all my blogger and writer pals out there, you guys will especially be able to relate to this post. It’s about my journey from avid reader, to writer, to so much more. I hope you enjoy this! Please let me know if you do.

I started reading as a little girl to help me disconnect from reality and take my mind off of the horrible things I was going through. I wanted to be in a different world or at least in a different place. Reading allowed me the escape I needed. I really believe that God gave me books to save my life. He gave me just enough to push through and keep going.

As I got older and read more I fell in love with writing. I knew I was a naturally good writer with so much to say. So I started writing on my own and reading what other people wrote in hopes that they would inspire me. It worked. I started writing more and more until one day I decided to start writing for the internet. Anyone can do, but for me it was so much more.

I don’t see myself as a writer so much anymore. I am more like a storyteller than anything. I take what I know and what I love and write things. Fiction, nonfiction, poems, articles, journals, papers, and so much more. I fell in love with writing and the way it allowed me to express myself and be open when I couldn’t form the words with my mouth. I use this ability to tell stories of myself and others who struggle with finding the right words in conversation.

Writing is messy sometimes. It’s difficult. Sometimes you just can’t think of anything to say. But there is also a beauty in the freedom of it all that reminds you that you can do anything. You can write about anything. There are no real standards out there. Just be you and you can become a storyteller as well. Tell your story and let people be inspired by you.

I never thought I would make it this far. I thought it would fail through and I would struggle. I’ve had a few setbacks, but I’m still here. I still wake up everyday. I still get to write things like this because you guys are still reading them. So thank you. Thank you for allowing me to do this and fulfill one of my dreams. I am so lucky.

Redefining Beauty

Hey guys! Welcome back. Thank you so much for reading. Don’t forget to comment what you think below.

There are many beautiful things in the world. We see beauty all around us when we really look at all that surrounds us. But the most beautiful thing to me is not what I see but what I feel. I think one of the most beautiful things in any person is the desire to grow.

I challenge myself everyday to grow and change into a better person. I try new things, meet new people, and step out of my comfort zone. I have friends of different backgrounds with many different personalities. I have tried new hobbies and become involved in new things.

All this growth has changed me and made me a better person. I have truly never been happier. College really is the best four years of my life because this is where I am finding myself and discovering who I want to be. I am changing everyday in the best way possible and I am grateful for all of my opportunities.

Growing and wanting to be the best person you can be is what beautiful means to me. It is someone who has a desire to be good and do good. No one is perfect, but kindness is a beautiful attribute. So I hope you take this with you as you start your week.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Please like it if you did. Don’t forget to follow before you leave if you have not already and I hope to see you next time!

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