For as long as I can remember I have always been a doer, someone who needs to stay busy and doesn’t stay content for very long. Strength? I’m not sure, but I know it has made me much more reflective of how the last twenty-five years of my life have gone. What do I want? What do I love— and how can I make it last? Blogging is my newest passion project, and although I quite literally couldn’t fit more on my plate, it’s time I do something to pour into my own cup. Writing has always scared me, because I have never been particularly good at it. My private school college professors made that very clear with those scores on the top of my essays with red pen splattered all over the pages. Private school was NOT for me, can you tell? This blog is something I feel comfortable doing, as its not formal, and I could care less if the punctuation is in the correct spot. Plus, I love that my grandma can keep up with my life a bit more since she isn’t on the socials.
For those that are new, or don’t know this nice mug- I’m Rylie Carmichael, about to be Madsen. I make confectionary goods for a living and I’m twenty five years young. I just finished my 5th year coaching high school golf at my alma-mater and am in LPGA school working toward my teaching certification and Class-A Membership. If you need a golf lesson, I’m your girl. Honestly, I talk about what I do/have done in the last few years and I sound like a pathological liar, lol. None of it makes sense… Anyway, my fiancé, Owen, and I just bought our first house a few years ago and I have had the most fun making it a home. AND we are getting married in June 2024– yes it’s about to be the best DIY wedding you’ve ever seen. We’ve been engaged for five seconds, but why wait another year when we’ve been together for 4.5 years now. Plus we don’t like gambling with time and health for our family members, it couldn’t make more sense for us to get er done.
Anyway, I have a huge passion for interior designing/decorating, cooking and baking, and anything crafty. From the time I was six, my styles changed frequently within my bedroom. Thankfully, I had a saint of a mother, who also loved to play around with interior decorating. My childhood bedroom was painted over five times in eight years, from lime green to purple- and don’t you dare forget about the hot pink and black with zebra accents. Chill, I was fourteen and that was the style back then. I won’t even talk about my Justin Bieber obsession in the sixth grade, where an entire wall was covered in pictures of the dreamy pop star. I swear it was NOT a phase mom— Justin Era’s Tour? I will sell all my belongings for a front row ticket. Looking back, I also re-arranged my room every 6th business day I swear. I can’t believe my 10-year-old-self was moving furniture that weighed three times my weight, it was then I knew I never needed a man to help me with anything, lol. In all seriousness, there is a common theme of needing change, whether that be in your space or life. Change is good, change helps you grow. However, try to change up plans or big life events- game over for my severe anxiety. It’s funny how that works, it can feel like you need some sort of small change to keep things interesting and allow you to be engaged, just baby steps please.
This begins my latest chapter of talking about my life like it’s somehow more interesting than any of yours. I think I have the most average life from the outside looking in. My parents are still together, thirty and thriving. My fiancé and I have a home, two dirty lickers (our labs), and two long haired kitties. White picket fence type of stuff, but it sure isn’t perfect. For as long as I could remember, I wanted the stuff fairytales were made of, a real life Nicholas Sparks movie. What’s that called? Delusional. Nothing will ever be perfect in any aspect of your life, there will always be some turbulence. Turbulence will not cause your plane to crash though. I hope you’re catching onto all of my life metaphors by now. When I think about my new life plans and relationships I picture a plane in the sky, pressure is good-turbulence every once in a while is nothing out of the ordinary. If there are problems, the plane isn’t just going to fall out of the sky, readjust and adapt- land that baby safely if need be. Am I sounding like your crazy relative yet? Well, these things keep me grounded. I am an end of the world girly, any heart break or inconvenience used to be the END OF THE WORLD. Maturity and a bit of reflection has helped this immensely, so if you’re also an end of the world pal- remind yourself that it’ll all be okay, I promise your plane won’t just fall out of the sky.
Well? What now? Look forward to posts every Wednesday and Friday I guess, talk to you later.
XO RYATHOME
