Brilliant Books: Oh, the Places You'll Go! By Dr. Seuss

This is one of my favorite Dr. Seuss books (my other favorite is Horton Hears a Who because of it's pro-life and generally wise themes: "A person's a person no matter how small.", "I meant what I said and I said what I meant. . . " )
This book is full of truths that I find comforting. Even in the midst of how complicated life can get, this children's book always seems to speak to whatever season I happen to be in and will be in.
It has yet to fail at putting a smile on my face when I read it.

Sometimes it gets to saying that things will be fine and dandy and start to think, "Wait a minute, it's not always like that. . . " And then come my favorite parts of the book.
Here's one of them:

"You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don't.

Because, sometimes, you won't."

I like the perspective. Hope for the best in life and that's what you'll get. Except when you don't. Because, sometimes, you won't.
It doesn't say this, but it might as well say "And that's okay."
What a relief and good reminder of the fact that there's more to life than it going according to your plan.
And it's okay if it doesn't.

"So...

be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray

or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,

You're off the Great Places!

Today is your day!

Your mountain is waiting.

So...get on your way!"

We Meet Again

Well, to say that it feels weird to be here again is an understatement. This is a little emotional for me and I'll try to explain why. Firstly, it's been a while since the last time I wrote here. When I typed the address into the search bar, I was actually surprised that a 404 page didn't show up and that, instead, I saw a familiar title and design come up on the screen. There it was - my own writing, published on a web page I undoubtedly spent hours adjusting and tweaking until it was just right, down to the blue and green squares I painted by hand, scanned into a computer and digitized the old fashioned way with....wait for it.....*Microsoft Paint*. Illustrator? Pshht. Who needs that when you've got the grandmother of graphic design tools for FREE on your receptionist job work computer? (sarcasm, of course. Adobe, baby, I love you.) But even the details and designs of this page speak to the reason why this is emotional for me. All of the things about this blog that ...

Seasons: The Future

So about the future. I obviously don't know it so it makes sense that this one might be a little shorter (or longer-it could logically go either way, I just went with shorter). There are litterally (at least) a hundred different ways it could go. After the internship I'm doing, I might stay on there. Or I might come back here. If I come back here I could work, go away to college, take classes from home, live with my parents, move out with some friends, get some kind of certification and work a more specific job, come back to the office job I have now, etc. Or I could move to CA and live with some family and find a job with some distant cousins. Or I could move to some other random state and adventure there. The list of possibilities goes on and on. What sounds best to me right now is to do one of the aforementioned options that have to do with moving back here but we really will see won't we.

Lipstick marks on coffee cup lids.

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 w...

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