Hosting. When I think about it, my skin crawls. It crawls mainly because of all the cleanup. Dishes are my nemesis. I'll let them pile up and start to smell before I wash them. If only they can magically sparkle and put themselves away, this girl would be happy. And the stress! I don't even know ...
Find Your Brave and Keep It
I walk into a room comfortable in my own skin. My posture gets a little straighter; my smile a little brighter. I can look you in the eye and know who I am; shake your hand and tell you my story. I am Ludavia. I stand tall. I can hold 32 pounds in one arm, 15 in the other with a 10 pound bag ...