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8. What are 5 passions you have?
1. My Kids. They are my life. I would give up anything, do anything just so they have the best life possible full of the happiest memories and all the successes in life they could ever hope for. I don't think I am as passionate about anything else in my life as I am for Brazos and Beckett's happiness (as well as any other children I may have in the future).
2. Singing/Music. I love singing and I love music. All kinds of music - just depends on my mood. I could sing all day every day if I was able, and I'm a dork for karaoke.
3. The pursuit of happiness. This has eluded me a lot in my life (although I've had a lot of great, stupidly blissful moments in my life - don't get me wrong). Overall happiness with myself and life is something I don't know that I've had very often in my lifetime. I'm very hard on myself and have a lot of issues to overcome but I'm working through them a little at a time. I'll get there someday.
4. GOD & my faith (hoping this will become more and more of a passion that I can pass along to my kids). This should be my first and foremost passion but I'm a sinful human being. I'm learning and growing and I hope this gets better.
5. Make-up, Hair, Nails, Clothes, and all things girly. Enough said! This one isn't as obvious when you would look at me (due to lack of knowledge, funds, and time), but I love all things girly and fashionable. Its nice to let your inner beauty shine through every once in a while - and its a great feeling when you feel pretty.


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