I'd Like to Add . . .

Hey folks,  I haven't written in a while which seems to be a recurring theme around here, but this time I do have a good excuse. I got married! It's been a whirlwind or flowers and photos and flights and moving boxes and thank you cards and what have you. But here's a little something that I wrote this morning. It's a song or a poem or a mission statement, of sorts. I have a life that has changed in a lot of ways lately and has stayed the same in some. And with both sides of that coin, what I wrote applies. It's a little abstract, but it's also pretty specific.  It's a rough draft, but t ake it as you will, and I hope you enjoy.  Lately I've been thinking As I look around That the only thing Between New York City and me is space But it feels like more than that I say to myself that if I were there I would be creating great things The energy would keep me buzzing With all that traffic on the streets I'd be the girl who never sleeps I don't really

It's true.  It's 2:33 in the A.M. and although I don't have huge plans for tomorrow, I really should be in bed. But it's the 6th to the last time I'll sleep in this bed and it be mine,  so naturally I'm blogging instead.  It sort of doesn't make sense.  But it does. Oddly, in order to enjoy the things I've taken for granted as normal for the past 22 years (or at least the last few years), I find myself disturbing the usual flow of things (even more than they already would be right now) in order to take a step back, gain some perspective, and preserve these things in my memory (although it's probably true that I would be able to remember things more easily if I got enough sleep, but then when would the blogging happen?).  It's like in order to get a good memory of being at the pool, I've gotten out of the pool to sit in a lifeguard chair.  Yes, I have a good view of the pool and I'm technically still at the pool, but I'm not necessar

You may say the title is cheesy, and you would be completely right.  But that's fine. I keep finding myself laying in bed with my eyes closed, ready to drift off to sleep, thinking, "Oh yeah, I want to be keeping better record of these days by journaling more," but it hasn't happened for a while, and I can't stand not keeping any record of these >10 days until I get married.  In fact, I want it to be the opposite.  You see, lately I've been making it my subtle mission to soak up every moment.  Subtle because I have a lot of "missions" lately, what with the getting married in less than 10 days, but this mission, because of how important I deem it, has been at the front of my mind a lot.  So here are some thoughts and feelings as they come to mind. Firstly, I was just thinking about why it's so important to me to be soaking it all up in the first place. And it's fairly simple: my life is changing a lot.  But at the same time, in a lot of

Sometimes when I'm in the mood to give back and post for once, I get frustrated that all I find on my camera roll are functional photos of lists or candles or dress colors or something wedding related. And I don't know about you, but at least the way I take my "reminder photos" is not artsy or glamorous and they don't make for great instagrams. If I instagrammed my "reminder pics", you would probably mistake me for a super awkward middle schooler or someone well seasoned in life (no offense, awkward and old people). My reminder photos are unfiltered, crooked, grainy and are meant for function only. Hopefully by now you get the picture (pun intended). To be analytical, that's the way my life has been lately. I haven't worked hard on a cool graphic design project or gone out and shot any amazing photos that I'm super proud of, or even spent time investing in relationships that I can recap with a nice post at the end of the day. The thing ab

This is one of those posts where I'm riskilly honest.  The kind where I don't sound politically correct but I hope you'll hear me out.  Where I admit things I'm not proud of. Ready?  Okay.  I used to ABHOR lipstick marks on coffee mug lids (as can be seen in photo below).  There, I said it. Now the funny thing to me is that the cup with the lipstick marks on the lid that you see in the picture belongs to none other than yours truly.  So let me explain.   I used to be the girl who subconsciously thought she was better because she didn't need lipstick to feel pretty or 3 coats of mascara just to leave the house.  I was proud to only wear a little bit of makeup (or none at all) and still feel like I looked like my normal, averagely pretty self.  When other girls talked about needing to reapply lipgloss or eyeliner, (especially in front of guys) I made it a point to not be lumped into their shallow activity and went out of my way to make it apparent t

Life is made of the strangest things. Helpless infants, helpless old people, sunsets, sunless tanner, broken hearts and hopes, natural highs, punk rock, musicals, weddings, fragranced body lotioin, dirt roads, authors, autistic people, kiddie pools, the ocean, cookouts, steakouts, netflix, knitting, nailpolish, mowing the lawn, eating out, the zoo, body spray, coffee, funerals, birthday parties, hot air balooning . . . The list goes on.  And I don't even have a theme in mind for this post as I write it, standing here in the middle of the cosmetics section of a department store.  Just that life is so full of EVERYTHING and at this very moment, I don't really know how to feel about that. A little scared, some disappointment and worry, some excitement and nervousness.  Exhaustion and the jitters.  Overwhelm, sadness, hope, neutrality, positivity, nothing at all. I guess I sort of do have a point, only because it's something I need to hear today. Life is huge.  And me