So this is the New Year…

“Ring out the false, ring in the true.”  -Alfred Lord Tennyson

I realize this post about the New Year comes about 5 months and 30 days tardy, but I always arrive fashionably late so deal with it.

Writing is hard.  Like once I start going for it, it becomes this easy thing like breathing and it just flows out of me.  What I mean when I say it’s hard is that it’s raw, it’s naked, and it forces feelings to come to the surface that let’s face it, we as adult humans get really good at setting aside.  I want to try my hardest not to do that so often and I have been working on it, trust me…just haven’t so much been writing about it.  Writing for me is one of the most vulnerable things I do…and it’s been hard for me to allow myself to go there for awhile.

(Truth time: I started writing this post shortly after the new year, then again in March…it’s July tomorrow…just sayin’.)

Let me give you a little recap of what the last year was like in the life of me

I’ll just lay the disclaimer right out there on the table: 2016 was literally the HARDEST WORST F*CKED PAINFUL ETC. year of my whole damn life.  Not exaggerating, not emphasizing for dramatic effect, this is just a fact people.

I began 2016, well, 9 days into last year, by getting my ass kicked.  Physically, yeah…that happened.  Assaulted.  Shoulder grabbed, yanked down to the ground, kicked, hair pulled, drug through the dirt, personal space violated, and expensive technology stolen, by a couple of females.  I won’t go into more detail than that, but it was some scary and eye-opening shit.   I came out of it fine other than some cuts and scrapes, a really bad hair day, and some new emotional baggage to work through oh and a residual shoulder injury that still gives me a really hard time to this day.  Things could have been a lot worse and I am so grateful that it’s all behind me now.  Moment of gratitude to thank the people who helped raise me, who gifted me the ability to see perspective in a tough experience, take the hard, and turn it into empathy.  Being able to look at situations of adversity from the other side is not an easy mission, but it is sometimes the most important piece.  I didn’t just have to take time to heal through that experience for myself, but for the young women who’s lives have brought them to a place where taking that kind of physical action as opposed to using communication is their way of life.  Perspective is power…that was lesson 1 last year.

Some of you that have been following along my random adventures over the past few years know that I spent last summer in Portland, unemployed/FUNemployed (most days), and that I headed back to Seattle late last summer to start fresh in the city I have called home for most of my adult life and second home the rest of my life.  Making Seattle home again wasn’t a decision that came easy or one that was written in the stars for me like I expected it to be.  Since returning to the states, it’s been a long time coming actually.  I couldn’t be happier to be back though, settled into my little cottage oasis in the city that has changed so much over the years, and be working and doing life near my friends and family again.

Fall came in hot with a new nanny job which I LOVE, closing a door on a REALLY f*cking tough love (yeah, that old chestnut FINALLY dropped from the tree for good in October-stay tuned…that vulnerability is coming), and a newfound sense of freedom and self love.  When people say that finding your balance in life is a journey, they’re actually not even a little bit kidding.  And what an adventure it’s been…

I’ve always been fiercely independent, strong willed, and SO open hearted…and truth be told, despite A LOT of heartache and disappointment, it’s NEVER steered me wrong.  With all the trials and tribulations that 2016 brought me in personal health and wellbeing, emotional stability, heartache, mistakes, trust, listening, being heard, self-care, relationships, all that life shiiiiiit,  I have never learned harder, the value of following your own gut instincts…yeah, that was lesson 2.  Now that I’ve (almost) mastered it (real talk, I’m always going to be a work in progress and what brilliant work it is!), I am living a really great version of my life and coming out on top of all the bullshit I survived last year, is a feeling of raw empowerment like I’ve never known.

Through that empowerment, I had to make some really difficult decisions and cull some relationships in my life that were providing me with nothing, but toxicity and draining my heart and soul.  I’ve written about how friend break ups are some of the hardest we experience in adulthood, the factor that makes that one the most challenging, is having to do the work to forgive the people we have to let go of…even when they don’t say they are sorry.  You guessed it…lesson 3, forgiveness.

I chose to disconnect from a 12 year friendship with someone who seemed to be dead set on walking the path towards the pool where Narcissus died.  I knew my love of Greek mythology would be forever, but I didn’t know until last year how painful it could be.  I let go of the BIG love of my life or more brutally, it walked out on me and slammed the door.  Where pain, ego, secrets, insecurities, passion, trust, empathy, unconditional love, fear, were present and thriving and also drowning.  The demise was a long time coming (as you’ve likely gathered), sadly ending an almost 7 year best friendship in its wake.  Freshly reeling from this loss, in the same 72 hours, I had to set hard boundaries with a soul friend who has been a love in my life, but who I felt I’d started enabling; a rapid spiral where love and lie gets so brutally blurred.  I’m not sure where this one will end, my heart remains so hopeful that the shadows can find the light again and if not, the love I have for this person will never cease and the forgiveness work has been done; it will always run deep and eternal.

So in review, 2016 brought a physical ass beating and then continued to mentally and emotionally kick my ass ALL. YEAR. LONG.

12 months. 356 days (yeah that’s 365 minus those first 9 days that seemed so bad ass)…of some hard damn times.  But, being ever the optimist that I try daily to be, those days were the most character building of my life thus far.  Even more so than my backpacking days in the land down under, more so than my crazy college times, more so than any other time life prepared me to survive and thrive through some serious shit storms.  I have come into 2017, a new year, so much stronger, so much lighter, more empowered, more focused, more in love with myself than I’ve ever been and the momentum keeps building.

I have a strong feeling that the final days of this year will be some of the greatest I’ve known, because…really, when all is said and done, when all the false and heavy has been laid to rest, it is the truth we have to live for.  The truth is what gives everyday the chance to be our new best day.

Hoping 2017 has brought you all happiness and health and that the coming days are some of your best!



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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life trust falls…

“share with people who have earned the right to hear your story…” -brené brown

i don’t know about you, but i don’t particularly trust people who haven’t been through some real life, intense sh*t.  not to say i don’t respect them, i do.  that’s also not to say that i don’t like them…i just don’t really trust them.

to me, trust comes from the profound connection and mutual acceptance of another human on this planet who is just as messed up as you are.  we are all imperfect beings, beautified by our myriad of mistakes and our delicious flaws.  the more scars we endure, the more empathetic and truly deep we become.  these scars are earned over time.  for life is a game of trial and error, falling down and getting back up, that constant battle between head and heart, the battle of your inner strength vs weakness…and only those of us who choose to be strong, conquer the front lines of our darkest days can truly understand the depths of other wounded souls.  there is a power in choosing to be vulnerable and following your heart.  there is a divine splendor in mindfulness when it comes to delicate matters that require some critical thinking.  i’ve been through some life, man.  i’ve walked through fires, loved and lost, experienced death and said goodbyes that came all too soon, grieved relationships with lovers and friends who just weren’t conducive to new directions my life story was taking.  my deepest friendships are with those who have their own stories to tell.  stories of pain and grief and acknowledgement of their shortcomings, a sharing of their battle scars and a telling of their innermost downfalls.  we all make mistakes right?  it’s what makes us human and makes us real.  as a society, we seem to conform to the idea that striving for “perfection” is a priority, but for those of us not plugging into the brainwash of American “normals”, we choose to see the world and the roles we serve in it a little differently.

the tapestries we weave as we journey through life, become our legacy, should we choose to rise to that opportunity.  we can choose whether or not our story will be one to influence and help others or be one that settles into the dust pit of failure.  the only failure i truly see in building your lifeline is when you don’t take the chances…when you don’t make the mistakes that shape you emotionally, when you don’t learn the lessons that direct your moral compass, when you allow defeat to define you.  failure is a choice.  it has nothing to do with luck or good karma.  success comes to those who have lived through some serious life sh*t, dug their own tunnels and come into the light, hit rock bottom and built an empire from the cracked ground they started from, endured countless bad days, sometimes of their own making, and decided to hold onto the knowledge that one good day can be the ticket needed on their pursuit of happiness.

maya angelou said, “when people show you who they are, believe them the first time…” which is such a challenge for us to do because so often we allow expectations to seep into the cracks of our broken selves where we must allow trust to live instead.  we build up these ideas of how it should be when we really need to focus on what is staring us right in the face.  the beauty within those cracks is where the most brilliant lessons are learned.  whether we are staring at ourselves in the mirror or looking at ourselves reflected in another’s eyes, we have to let go of expectation and allow things to unfold in their natural progression.  in the madness there is a beauty, in the messiness there is an order.  we can find our counterparts in another when we gain an acceptance of self.  this becomes the most important lesson we can learn and falling in love with who you are at your most naked and raw core is the reward that enables us to share our truest selves with another.

life is a game of trust falls.  first, we must learn to trust ourselves.  trust our instincts.  that guttural pull we feel when we’ve come to a point where a decision is required, that life crossroads where we must commit to a path that has multiple outcomes, that tug on your heart strings that ignites that massive lump in your throat, creating that domino effect in your tear ducts.  always trust your instincts.  when you trust yourself, it makes it a lot easier to grow into trusting others.  you’ll make a million and one mistakes, some of them you will repeat time and time again, sometimes you’ll feel like you’re crazy and unbelievably stupid for taking chances or letting people in, giving them a piece of your heart that can so easily break, allowing them a slice of your soul that can so readily escape, but there are those rare people who when we give them the chance to, walk into our lives to show us that we can always trust that we are not alone.  and while you’re on the journey…you’ll find that the people you connect with the most, have stories just as uniquely flawed and beautifully marred as yours.


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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out of the rabbit hole…

“if i had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. and contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. and what it wouldn’t be, it would. you see?”

i do tend to live in a world of my own, but the above is also the world we are all currently existing in already.  it’s spot on.  because the world has literally gone to nonsense.  we thrive on it.  we feed off of the double standard, we get drunk on the contradictions, we bring ridiculousness to a whole new level and we actually f*cking love it.  in life, love, politics, education, business, social media hell and even fashion.  we walk around in the shoes we choose each day whether they be sneakers or stilettos and with each step, we tread on absolute, bloody, blasphemous nonsense.

why?  because we move too fast, trust too easily, fall too hard and feel too deeply.  or we move too slow, judge too quickly, dive into shallow water and choose to be numb and blind…and either way we are missing out.  it’s like the zombie apocalypse has already happened.  we’re actually living in it now…we’re just too distracted by looking down at our “smart” phones to notice.  we are the zombies…but in normal everyday wear and we’ve perfected the art of contouring so we can cover up the scars on our faces and appear to be normal.

we allow the wrong jobs to take up 5 out of our 7 days a week, work us to the point where we earn the vacation time, but can never afford to take the bloody trip…financially or because we aren’t willing to risk being buried in catch up work when we return with a tan and lame souveniers. we give our hearts too openly to the wrong people, give our bodies too easily to the have my cake and eat it too person, believe in the undeserving beings who trick us into thinking they are who we think they are…or who we wish they could be.  take it from me, never trust a mushroom dressed in drag to look like a cupcake…you’ll be let down.  when are we going to stop being zombies?  when will we stop being blind to our own lives and start living out our true purpose?  not just in matters of the heart, but in all things…ALL THE DAMN THINGS!  when will i stop giving the wrong people the benefit of the doubt?  when will i refuse to share my heart and mind with anybody less than i deserve? in my romantic relationships, friendships, everythingships?  the answer for me is, today.  right now.  is there another time?  no.  it’s now.  the time is right f*cking now.

i took my rose colored glasses off very recently and i can finally see and feel clearly.  for now, i’m choosing anger because it’s long overdue and i’ve earned it…don’t worry, i’m taking it with a side of positivity…as always.  once i get through that stage of grief, inevitably forgiveness and acceptance will follow along with their fluffy tails pouncing behind them and we can all hop out of the rabbit hole together into new light.

i’m double taking some dad advice that he gave me last year…ironically around this same time and surrounding the same human…when i was in australian winter in queensland.  now i’m in my washington hometown summer…enter life lesson #2,983,624 {but who’s counting?}…and i’m bringing the lesson back to the surface to get me through today and the ones to follow.  and i’m gifting it to you, because you’re a bad ass survivor:

when you come to a point in life where your heart is really hurt…where you’re feeling a bit broken; i hope you’ll allow the experience to break your heart open instead of closed.

take comfort in your process.  refuse to settle for mediocrity and contradictions.  walk your damn talk.  double standards aren’t a solid platform to stand on…rock your platforms {yes, they are still in} on a foundation of your own making.  eliminate the people who will take from you and never give you enough.  leave the door closed and padlocked to those who will not understand your heart and how it beats in time with your passionate soul.  resist being a zombie in your real life and have a marathon of “the walking dead” instead.  embrace your own little world.  and for f*ck sakes look up and make eye contact once in awhile.  and as you climb out of the rabbit hole…take the lessons and eat them up, leave the nonsense to evaporate out of your glass and fill it with optimism and hope instead. and leave some room for whiskey…always leave room for whiskey.

as you take a long sip, swallow the beautiful madness of this crazy, confusing, incredible life…and know you’re not alone.

cheers! xx


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