I am really really excited about the new things going on over here with Tragic, but Beautiful Thing Called Life.

I have been working so hard to create a great product for those that read and that keep up with my blog.

I personally invite you all to check out my new blog site, that I now own over at Tragicbutbeautifullife.com.

I hope you follow me onto my next adventures, but I will not be redirecting from this site to my next because I have a very low amount of traffic on this particular site.

Please follow me and continue reading about my adventures as a Young, crazy, but mature college kid.

I have to say that this blog has given me some great moments, but it has also been a royal pain.  Last night I spent almost 4 hours trying to create a professional blog, where I owned my own domain and could set it up the way I wanted it. I spent 20 on the phone with customer service and in the end I ended up canceling anyway.

After this adventure I started looking at my stats for this blog.

One word. Depressing.

I have been writing for about two years now, a little more I think. I have poured hours into trying to update things and edit things to make them great. I would LOVE to earn a little extra money on my blog.

I have read blog after blog after blog about how to earn money and how to create a great blog that other people will want to read. I have read every blog post I can find to create a great blog, but yet my average post is still only getting 15-20 views. I can easily list at least 4 of those people. (Hi Mom, Dad, Aunt Lisa, and Grandma Ida) You 4 have been my support and I am pretty sure that you all have read almost every single blog post. You have commented and participated in random things that I have tried.

Obviously, I am not going to quit my day job to become a blogger and pour 7-8 hours a day into my blog, but my goal was to earn $20 bucks off my blog, just to show that I could, but in the current format, I can’t earn anything because of the way it is set up.

I switched from Blogger to WordPress because it was supposed to be better, but I wish I wouldn’t have because I went from earning 2 cents a post to earning nothing.

Now, my love of writing isn’t based on money. I love to write and get feedback, but I have hit a point where I am frustrated because I feel like no one is reading my posts, no matter how hard I am working towards them.

This post is really just a rant and perhaps a request, if anyone has comments or ideas for me to do something with it. I would love to hear them.

Thank you for those who have continuously supported me.

I recently shared this picture on Facebook and it has really summed up my experience in the last 6-7 months.Through my years in high school, I have struggled with happiness in relationships. I have looked to relationships for my source of happiness. I often look for problems and search until I find them.

During 2015, I made it a goal to be happy. I read The Happiness Project by Gretchen Wilson, and attempted to do something similar. It worked really well and I enjoyed it, for the first month before I got super side tracked with college, family, relationships and just life in general.

I have struggled with my own happiness on a few occasions because I often put everyone else’s opinions before my own. I think that I can’t do something that would make me happy, because it would disappoint someone or hurt their feelings.

This April, I bought myself a ring.

I wear it every single day. It is a promise ring, but not in the context that many people think of them as.

I promise that I will put myself first. I will work to achieve MY goals for myself before the goals that other people have presented me with. I will do what it takes to make me happy. 

This has been one of the hardest things I have ever done because I am a people pleaser. I want everyone to be happy with me and I hate confrontation.

I will remain friends with someone even if I have nothing in common and it almost makes me miserable, just so I don’t have to deal with hurting their feelings.

I will do things that make other people happy, even if I have no desire to do them.

Some of these things are part of being an adult, but others are just me being a people pleaser and not wanting to hurt people.

I have tried to make this promise before, but from buying myself a ring (then having my mom buy me a different one after the first one turned my finger green), I have a greater accountability for my happiness. I look at my ring every day and remind myself that overall, if people don’t like a decision that I have made, then that is their choice, but I am pretty content with where I am.

I am very proud to say that I have my own apartment and my own hobbies, without having the pressure of a committed relationship right now. The thing that I have truly learned about happiness this year is that when you put your happiness first, other people’s happiness either falls in line with what you want for yourself, or you learn who really cares about you.

I have found that I have a lot more time to do the things that I enjoy and I am over all a lot happier than I was before. I have stopped worrying what people will think as much, and worry about whether something will help me.

I challenge all of you to figure out what would really make you happy in your life and make an effort to consciously choose things that make you happy over things that don’t. This can mean taking things out of your life, but it will be worth it in the long run.

What are some of the promises you make to yourself, that you just need that accountability for?