In the life of Becky

Social Media. I have had a TON of confusing scenarios in my life the last three weeks. Mostly between me really wanting to find out what it is that I want in friendships, relationships, work, and over all life. And I was having a really hard time because I was never giving my heart the attention it really needed to make these decisions into life realities and not just Facebook status's of feelings that 26 letters in an alphabet couldn't possibly try and explain to those who really don't care anyways. On October 31st, 2016 I thought to myself... there is so much more to life than literally checking my Facebook, instagram, twitter, and snap chat every waking minute. So I said, alright 72 hours, Becky, 72 hours you are on break. I'm always noticing the teens around me stuck to their phone and all while I can keep saying they are addicted and can't live with out it,, I had to question myself in this endeavor. Because, am I the hypocrit? And to be any kind of L

Life may have changed from grabbing a smoothie and an avocado for dinner to making sure there is a balanced meal on the table with no carrots but thats not to say it's anything less than magical. On March 30th, I lost one of my best friends. And although we had our struggles during her illness, she left me the most precious gift someone could ever give to someone. She left me her daughter. At the time, I was 22 years old and still quite frankly finding myself. I laugh when people say that some day you actually do find yourself, I hear 63 year olds still talking about figuring out who they are. But regardless, I was fresh into the world of pretending to be an adult and pretending to know all the right answers. I spent a solid 3 days crying in my room, this was unlike me but so like me all at the same time. There were a lot of different factors that I wouldn't benefit from, there was no assistance for this situation without lots of legal fees. There was a large gap and lack of

That little side story keeps popping up on all of my social medias. The one that has all these famous and successful people's names and then it has the ages that they failed at something pretty enormous in their life. It always kind of makes me chuckle. We are all so bent on success. Which isn't a bad thing. But here I am rounding 23, and if you asked me 3 weeks ago how I felt about life... I was pretty tired with absolutely no idea what was to  come of it. 22. Twenty two for Becky Trout was one heck of a whirlwind. I went from feeling like I was some what invincible and a bit numb to some feelings. To literally feeling every emotion possible in my 22nd year. I'd hate to say that I learned the most at 22 but I certainly gained whole new perspectives on everything in life. I started 22 with one plan, and I'm ending a world away from that original outlook on life. I love when people acknowledge my age, I used to hate it. This year took me to so many different new rela

It's been a week since I've made my way home back to Cleveland, Ohio. On March 5th I began my travels to Liberia, Africa for the first time. Truthfully, I can't say I had much of any thought going into the trip. As everyone would say, time came and went so quickly leading up to the trip. Even leading up to getting on the plane to go, it never really felt real. The first night in Liberia is a bit of a blur, I was so deliriously tired that the only thing I remember is waking up in the middle of the night with my nose ring caught on the Mosquito net feeling confused as to why I was stuck.  The first day in Monrovia set the stage for how the rest of the trip was going to feel. The hospitality of the Liberian people surpasses anything I've ever experienced. Honestly speaking I don't ever remember having a thought remembering I was white.... which obviously stuck out among the natives. For complete strangers to treat us like royalty it was a confusing feeling.