Catch Up Post: The Guide to, YOU…

*Catch up post from June 2016…this is getting shameful*

“Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire…” –Unknown

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I don’t know about the rest of you {now} 30 something’s, but entering a new decade creates this profound need for reflection.  Looking back into the pool of my roaring 20s lately has me reeling with lessons learned, pieces of my heart and myself lost and forgotten or lost and found and forgiven.  It’s a time to be fearless, grab life by the balls and figure out who the hell you are and who you want to be in this amazing adventure we call L I F E.

This past decade has been one of the most challenging and crazy, beautiful times I can imagine.  Your twenties seem to be where a lot of the hard lessons are taught and hopefully learned; we make a million and one mistakes and try to fight hard to become better and not bitter throughout the hurdles that get in our way.  There are so many metaphors and memes and quotes that apply to and can inspire us through this time of growth, but the most important thing we can take from it all is our sense of self.

I am a single,  30 year old who has been happy in relationships, been sad in relationships, been happily single and lonely single, been in good jobs, bad jobs, awesome places and dodgy places.  I’ve moved from a small hometown to a small college town to a big city to a foreign country.  I’ve lived in more apartments and houses than I can probably count now, I’ve acquired furniture to fill those apartments and houses and sold all my furniture to fill none.  I’ve attended a lot of parties; college ones, birthday ones, engagement ones.  Then comes the day when parties turn into showers; bridal kinds, baby kinds, etc.

What I’ve learned in attending all these parties and showers, planning my days and nights, outfits and paychecks around the amazing humans I have in my life, is that there comes a day, when you just have to say no.  Sometimes, it just gets to be too much.  You can’t do it all, even when you’re out here, trying to be Super Wonder Cat Woman.  Recently, I’ve had some hard lessons thrown at me…my guess, 29 just wasn’t quite ready to let me off easy as time brought me closer to my birthday and the big  3-0.  Remember that sense of self I listed above as being the glue that sticks all those hard times together?  Yeah.  I really should take my own advice more often.  Part of our sense of self is our intuition; that gut instinct that tells us whether something is feeling right or wrong.  We’re told from childhood that we should trust it, that we should listen to that little voice in our heads that tells us when something doesn’t feel good.  The reality is, we don’t always follow it and that usually gets us into trouble.

Speaking from experience, I now know how crucial it is in my personal development, my true sense of self, to follow my gut instincts and tap into my deepest desires; as my grandpa says, “get that fire in the belly back in your life!”  I’ve learned how important the power of saying no is as I get older and grow deeper into who I am meant to be.  Although difficult and at times heartbreaking, it’s been a definitive highlight in my process of getting older.  It’s tough to lose lovers, but one of the hardest relationships to lose is with friends who you’ve had for a long time and who you thought would be in your life forever.  As I continue my journey, I’m discovering just how life altering it is when you weigh quality over quantity.

So as I continue to learn and grow, rise and fall, I will exhibit my power of no, to parties and showers, to outings, to bad energy and I will continue following my intuition, to set my soul on fire.

For you, I wish you will find the same.



Catch Up Post: A Historical Monday

*Another August 2016 catch up post*

“A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be curious, to fight tirelessly for something.” -Paulo Coelho

Biking with my 4 year old Portland housemate, her mama, and my cousin…a wolf in boy form approaches us howling, quite convincingly I might add.  I am shocked that we weren’t swarmed by a wolf pack or at least by several neighborhood dogs.  His call of the wild is legit.

And thus commenced one of the best conversations of my entire existence…

Me: What’s your name, buddy?

“My name’s Otter.  I hate it though.  I’m changing it tomorrow to Johnny X!”  (I can’t make this shit up, people.)

Otter: Doctor Calico has one green eye and a slot where his pupil should be in the other. (Random transition, but does it matter?)

Me: Can you put a coin in his eye slot?!

Otter: No!  (gives me a look of pure horrification) If you do, he puts lasers in your mouth!

Me: So this Doc Calico isn’t really a helpful doctor is he?  More like a Mad Scientist?

Otter: Yessssss! (Rolls eyes to the high heavens) he is bad.  VERY bad!

Like, duhhhhhh, Hallie.  Everyone knows Doctor Calico.

Did I mention that Otter can run really fast?  Don’t believe me?  Just believe me.  Or ask Usain Bolt, they’re no longer on speaking terms.  The Flash can also vouch for him and he knows ALLLLLL about The Flash!  I don’t know about you, but I typically don’t question superheroes or to be honest, 5 year olds…they know things.

Otter is also a time traveler.  The little dude has not only seen dinosaurs, he’s eaten right along side Mr. Mondosaurus.  Who according to Otter is the largest dinosaur, like ever…(which for those of you that weren’t obsessed with dinos as a wee one and who didn’t watch The Land Before Time-the original-x1,000,000, isn’t a real thing.)  According to my 4 year old-albeit dusty-knowledge, Spinosaurus was the largest predator that ever lived…occasionally munching on T Rex for snack time.  But I didn’t want to ruin Otter’s Monday, they’re hard enough as it is.  Another fact about Spinosaurus, he was the first swimmer to roam the earth…move over Michael Phelps.  You have competition because a dinosaur obsessed, wolfboy is also on your flank…Otter can swim.

As my evening went on, hearing more mind blowing stories from my man Otter, who I’m quite certain is the first human I know to actually be named after his spirit animal, I couldn’t help but wonder…why are we here?  What does it all mean?  I started questioning my entire existence.  (Aren’t you?)  What is our purpose?  Why do we know things?  Why hasn’t Ellen met this kid or Oprah given him a book deal yet?  What even is time or gravity or truth?!  The mind reels.

If we’re friends on Facebook you may recall a post from this last winter where I babysat a 3 year old who held such wisdom in her that my life was forever changed.  She informed me that we all get not only a favorite color, but a best color as well.  Like, seriously?!  Mind = Blown!  I have never been the same.  I can pick two?!  Life is SO good, guys!

If you know me outside this blog world, you know I adore children.  I’ve worked with them since I was one myself and interacted with all kinds.  Being one who’s always been pro storytelling, I feel like Otter is my latest and greatest soul mate find.

As we ended our night, gearing up for the ride back home, Otter’s parents came over to collect their kids-yes he has an equally adorable and clever little 3 year old sister who has a dolly named Paddy O’Dean (Patty O’Green to be exact)-they thanked us for taking the time to talk with Otter and listen.

I don’t know where life will take Otter, maybe he’ll become a Mad Scientist of the Doctor Calico persuasion, or the kind that cures cancer, or a paleontologist who finds the missing fossils and completes the Spinosaurus skeleton.  Maybe he will break the time continuum and travel back to the day we met, or more interestingly when dinosaurs still roamed the earth.  Regardless, I have no doubt, he’s meant for great things.  And if I ever have doubts in life, I know I’ll smile remembering the certainty, curiosity, and the imagination of a very impactful little boy.

Because for a little spell, a child can share a bit of magic and alter your universe forever…even on a Monday.

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My So-Called Life Right Now…Part II

***This is a long overdue catch up post from August 2016 as a follow-up to My So-Called Life Right Now… re-read it for clarification***

“Entry Level Job Opening: Hiring Recent College Grads

Requirements: 5 years of experience, 6 Olympic Gold Medals and superpowers.”

Dear People Who Thought My Last Life Post Was Readable,

I’ve been using my free time away from job hunting to work on my fitness…

I almost have a six-pack.

Like in my fridge.

Since I’m broke, I’m sort of just collecting one at a time until I have a full set…it’s like Pokemon Go, “gotta catch ’em all!”

When I’m not sunning myself and hydrating, I’m practicing my teleportation skills.  So far, I’ve only been able to move from the house to the yard.  I have my sights and mind spidey powers set on Australia though since that seemed to be the last time I felt like life made sense.  Stay tuned, I feel like a breakthrough isn’t too far…

The biggest goal I’d say I’ve accomplished this far into summer is…wait, I know there’s something…hold on, OH! Yep, still a tan.  Mostly just a tan.

A highlight this summer has been driving 6 hours to my hometown to work at the boutique, yes that is how desperate times have gotten.  I have to drive and spend over 1/3 of a long weekend’s pay on gas, thank you America.

The best part about all of this…my life is seriously amazing.  STILL!  Yes, I’m stressed and I just spent my last quarter on a gum ball to re-live my childhood because adulting is rough.  BUT, I am always finding reasons to wake up happy and be SO damn grateful for everything I have.  I challenge you: if you’re ever in a bind and money is tight (or non-existent) and you feel like you have nothing and you get wrapped up in or on the brink of that “woe is me” crap, it really helps to take your last bit of pride, a couple of dimes or dollars and pay them forward to someone who needs them even more than you do.  Also, don’t forget to notice the amazing support system around you because let me tell you, if I didn’t have the people in my life that I do, I’d have already been working at an establishment in the strip club capital of everywhere.

Perspective is power, people…and I’ve gained a WHOLE lot of it this year.

More catch up posts to come…

Yours in laughter to hide the tears!



My So-Called Life Right Now…

“When life hands you lemons…just say f*ck the lemons and bail…”

Dear People Who Read This and/or Care for An Update,

Yesterday I created my own spin on this quote whilst sunning myself.  Since life has handed me some serious bushels of lemons lately, I decided to make a wine spritzer (or 5) and reflect on my life.

I’m still unemployed in Portland.  Over the past 3+ months, I’ve sent out countless resumes, worked with a recruiting agency including 3 different types of recruiters at said agency, been on interviews, had phone interviews and even FaceTime interviews-I find the key is turning into a living mullet for those…business on top, party pants (or bikini) on bottom.  I have done all these things for jobs both here in Portland and in Seattle.

I spent all last weekend working on a 15 question email interview for a luxury travel company in Seattle and thought I nailed it…I got a rejection email Monday, which brings the tally of “no” emails this week to 2.

I somehow have not become an alcoholic yet, likely due to the fact that I am a broke ass ho that also refuses to earn money for my fix on the dirty streets.  Life has also not gotten bad enough for me to seek employment in the strip club capital of the Pacific Northwest…stay tuned, things change quickly around here.

Ummm, I’m currently trying to plot how to get paid for being utterly ridiculous.  I’ve gotten really good at it.

I made myself into an emoji the other day.


Which means two things:

  1. I really need a f*cking job 
  2. My life has reached a serious low point.

In other news, I’ve gotten an excellent summer tan as I’ve laid in the sun 2 hours a day for the past 6 days and before that spent an epic wedding weekend in the Chelan sun.


That leads us to yesterday.

Where I found myself reading in my yard.  Where I finished a bottle of white wine before it was 5 o’clock somewhere (YOLO!) and where I started the 3rd book I’ve begun in 3 weeks…

Feel free to judge me or laugh immensely at me now.  OR, relate to me and tell me I’m not alone in my FUNemployment adventures.

Either way, read this while drinking a strong beverage…I find it helps!  Also, I hope this makes you smile.   Although life is proving challenging for me this year and especially in the recent months, I’m always finding a reason to keep on keepin’ on, you should too.

Yours in humor, smart assism, and warriorhood!



adulting 201…

“oh baby, it’s a wild world…” -cat stevens

welp, this week, i’ve graduated from 101 to 201 in the game of adulting…if you didn’t get to catch that sarcastic rant, please catch up on your class notes here : adulting 101.  i’m progressing myself to the next level because in the game of M Y life, i’m the professor and the only grade i care about, is the one i’m giving myself.

with that said…i’ve had a breakthrough.  i was trying to find a sliver of hope to grasp in these last few months of my twenty something life.  i have discovered the key to surviving my final year as i say a final goodbye to my twenties and welcome a new decade.  which will inevitably prepare me to conquer the next phase of this wild world…{30 surely comes with a guidebook.  right?}  but, just in case it doesn’t and i have several more “learning” years on the horizon…i’m going to be in my tree fort, coloring outside the lines, in mismatched socks, drinking a glass of champagne…celebrating my growing limited moments of the F word.

FREEDOM. yep.  choose to enjoy it.  swim in it, revel in it, dance all night in it.

be F R E E.

make the decisions you can make with only Y O U in mind. relish in the few things we get to do for ourselves that only effect ourselves…run with it…while you’re still single, free of a type A boss breathing down your neck or a bouncing baby on your hip, a dog nipping at your leg, sore feet from a 13 hour bar shift…anything making you beautifully exhausted in that next life phase you’re after.

EMBRACE THE SINGLENESS OF ADULTHOOD! yes, in my research i did manage to find some positive reasons for enjoying the art of this whole adulting thing.  behold!

the T O P 5  T H I N G S about being an adult:

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  1. shower beers: shampoo bottle feeling lonely in the glass box of cleanliness?  bring in a friend.  a fine seasonal lager will do on a late september evening!  housemate is gone making the people around to judge you = zero.  at least not until you post it on social media.  {insert the not actually embarrassed//embarrassed emoji here.}
  2. wine for dinner: there is no one to tell you it’s unhealthy {if they try, kindly unfriend them}.  it’s basically science.  wine comes from grapes.  grapes are a fruit.  fruit plays an important role with the healthy fruits and vegetables category on the nutrition pyramid.  you practically ate salad for dinner.  look at you go!  you health nut, you! pat yourself on the back and pour another glass!
  3. shopping: no one gets to tell you what to do with your hard-earned cash.  at age 12, yes mom, it was probably too soon for me to use my babysitting money to purchase Cosmo and read articles way ahead of my puberty path.  at age 29, i can buy a sexy new pair of pumps and have to wait until my next payday to afford food.  only Gucci can judge me.
  4. choosing your own bedtime: tired?  no one has to know that on a friday at age 29, you called it a night at 8pm.  for all your friends who aren’t receiving a text reply from you in the wee hours after 10pm know, you could be on a fabulous date or on a brilliant solo adventure.  sprawl out in your cozy bed and rest up, sleeping beauty!
  5. underpants: what’s adorable when you’re a pigtailed kid can become liberating when you’re a top knotted adult.  whenever you aren’t in a public place, i strongly encourage you to wear underpants of all shapes and styles around the house and take your bra off whenever you can…rock this look with a shirt, without a shirt.  there’s no one around to know.  are you wearing a bra? are you even wearing underpants? who cares!  you’re the boss.

feel free to add your favorite rights to being an adult in the comments below…

oh! and stay tuned for the 3rd and final class of the A D U L T I N G mini series.

adult on, kids. xx

adulting 101…

“it takes courage to grow up and become who you really are…” -e.e. cummings

as i sit here drinking coffee that will never be strong enough for a monday, listening to french music that i don’t understand except for a few scattered words and phrases, i’m reflecting on adulthood.  what even is this trickery?  i feel like the universe is laughing at my expense…like, daily…and although, i laugh along with it most days, today i am stuck on some pretty intense thoughts…and they aren’t really that funny.  i’ve considered myself to be a pretty decent, highlight decent, adult for the past almost 12 years, give or take a few years in there where i likely acted far more grown up than i have in the past 2 years, but it’s all part of the journey…right?

right.  this morning i was thinking about my old nanny job.  how sometimes my days were filled with fighting for a half hour about what socks the adorable little was going to wear out in the world for our adventures.  let me tell you, in case no one else has, the terrible twos…not a thing.  terrible threes on the other hand, THAT is a force to be reckoned with.  you won’t win.  you’ll just {hopefully} survive the 365 days of it and come out all the better…with more love and adoration for that little life force you’re responsible for.  during the terrible threes of my nanny days, i reached a point of such contention, i had to consult the googles…from the nanny perspective.  without much help, having exhausted all tools in my established childcare toolbox, i took to an elder.  a montessori teacher to be exact who basically told me that in my daily  bouts of disagreement with a tiny person who had more opinions and pieces of herself to share than a {then} 25 year old caretaker would care to admit she argued with, i was informed i had been giving the fierce little one too much power.  ohhhhh!  thank you for saving me and teaching me a valuable life lesson…at any age.   the solution, was to take back some power from the growing, independent, headstrong brilliant child and pick for her.  give her a time frame in which to choose from a small selection of socks, if she can’t pick, choose for her, grab the shoes if they aren’t already on her feet, sling the coat and her over my shoulder and regardless of the kicking and screaming, get her in the car safely moving towards our activity for the day…before she had a chance to sabotage it for herself and bruise my pride.  take the power back.  ugh…

reflecting this morning on that time where sock selection was at times the most stressful part of my day, a wish developed.  i wish, with all my might, that someone would take the power back.  i don’t want to be this independent, strong willed, half girl/woman thing i am attempting to be now.  someone just grab my socks and coat and stuff me in a car and take me where i need to be please?!  i am exhausted of making the choices…deciding my own fate, navigating my destiny, responsible for my own safety and happiness.  someone just pick for me.  career, city, man, living space, etc. please?  s’il vous plaît?  thanks! merci beaucoup!  if only adulting were this easy…what i find instead, is that i wake up each morning and before even choosing my outfit of the day, i have to choose to be happy or be a b*tch.  i get to choose whether or not i am a courageous warrior that day or a scared, lost soul.  will i choose to rock it at my job that i feel doesn’t challenge me in any exciting ways?  or will i choose to seek new opportunities while killing it at task and time management, relishing in the fact that this is just a means to an end?  all these choices BEFORE i have to make myself my morning cup of coffee.  are you annoyed with my rantings yet?  my woe is me musings?  i am.  trust me when i say, you haven’t signed up for a pity party post.  but for serious, why is there no manual for this thing they call adulting?  who makes these rules?  who makes it all make some tiny ounce of bloody sense?!  i’m told that we do.  you know, us wandering souls who are supposed to make our own rules, regret nothing, kick ass, take names, become the best, most brilliant versions of ourselves…? us.  me.

if i could just have one more day where i am in a terrible three’s stage again… screaming over sock stress, i would take it.  knowing that i get a nap that day, falling asleep to someone singing a special song to me and reading a book or two.  knowing someone is making me a tasty snack when i wake up…making sure i remember to eat that day.  it would be so damn nice to just have someone grab the power back for a day and make my decisions for me…while still trying to fuel my independence and support my free will.  if only…

while i finish my {now} cold coffee and continue trying to translate these songs playing on my “french holiday” spotify playlist, i can’t help but wonder…is growing up a trap?  or is it actually a courageous act?  stay tuned as i go forth in matching socks to seek answers…


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little talks…

“there is nothing to writing.  all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed…”

ernest hemingway said that.  and he’s right…at least he is in terms of my feelings towards writing.  but it’s not always as easy as sitting down to my laptop and bleeding out…

have you ever written anything and forgotten about it after the words leave your fingertips?  after you’ve put pen to paper or thumbs to touch screen…and suffered amnesia about your word creation ever existing?  that you, at some point in your life’s journey, were in such a magical raw place of pure feeling so great that you had to let it out of you…has this happened to you?

quite frequently, this used to be my life story.  highlight: used to be.

i’ve been experiencing what they call “writers block” only now that i’ve truly suffered from my first real bout of it, i am convinced that the true writer never suffers from a lack of words…the writer is forever blessed of cursed (define it as you like), with a literary jungle of thought…but what i believe constitutes as real “writers block” is purely emotional.  an emotional block.  a barrier of feeling.  all feeling.  a collective “all” because i truly believe that any creator of any one thing is all about the heart.  it HAS to be.  it’s always about the heart of the matter.

the heart is the physical and emotional vessel from which all things brought into creation vein from.  the blood flows and life springs eternal into the stories the writer tells, the life in the photographs the eye captures, the canvas that contains the sounds, colors, life of the paints themselves.  turns out…the “art” in heart…it matters.  if we want to get literal “earth” and “heart” use the same 5 letters, both containing art.  you tell me that’s not symbolism and just coincidence and i’ll start measuring you for your straight jacket…

in my so-called writers block, i discovered that i’ve been emotionally shut down.  it happens…the great writers like hemingway used drink to hydrate their souls, numb them into a level they could tap into that need for bleeding.  unfortunately for me and my writing, i’ve been avoiding alcohol and trying to be sober while doing my self-check ins lately…and truth be told, my emotional block has not been endured over just months of being back in my state side, post travel life, but actually years.  don’t fret, there have been several snippets of time in those years where i’ve been beautifully and emotionally opened up…but majority rules and that’s the go.  i tend to be quite hard on myself so naturally when i was physically and emotionally awakened one morning by this thought, i couldn’t help but wonder the “why” of this new found reality.  why was i so shut down?  did this occur when i returned from my travels that changed my entire world?  did it happen to me before i launched into my one way ticket into the unknown?  when did i stop my wholeness and start robotically functioning on my halfness?  hence the little talks we begin to have with ourselves…the questions come and then we have answers to seek.

my best guess is that on a subconscious level, i just hit the stop button as a defense mechanism and i forgot to press start again.  in doing so, i’ve completely set aside my core self…how could i let this happen you may be pondering?  life.  ugh. so because i haven’t been completely myself lately…7 months lately…and some random bits of time in between there the past two years…a change was naturally on the horizon.  after several months of no real affection or tapping into my heart space, the cynicism tends to creep into the cracks that the broken pieces leave behind…the good news about reaching a breaking point, rock bottom, what have you…the only direction you can go from there is up. with this wake up call, i made an active decision to fly onward and upward…but first, i had to lift the baggage that had been weighing me down, causing my emotional shutdown…obviously not as massive a deal as a government shutdown or when a piece of technology you rely on fails you, but in my world, it was the equivalent.

so as i continue transitioning and creating a life for myself now, i am focusing on my heart space, listening to the universe when it speaks to me and making sure that the baggage i’ve carried with me for so long doesn’t hang around too much longer.  re-reading my old pieces of writing: lyrics, poems, blog posts, etc. helped me exponentially.  embarrassingly enough, i felt inspired…by my own damn writing!  how the hell does that even happen?  when i shared this revelation with a friend he said, “hah!  isn’t that weird how fast we change?  that reading your old writing is like reading someone else’s writing?”  brilliant point.  reading through where i was 6 months ago…8 months ago…was intense.  and i don’t mean where i was physically, but emotionally.  we change so fast.  and with that…so can our hearts…if we let life circumstances and hurt take over.  i’m choosing the art in my heart to help cure me of my blocks…to open me up again to writing and pumping blood into my veins so i can get myself back on the page…where my true heart lies…

so stay tuned…more to come…xxIMG_8683