I haven’t been posting much, (okay at all…) I know. But when I find the words, I’ll try and update this more often. In the meantime, any readers who’ve stumbled across this little blog in the massive world of thousands of bloggers, I’ll say this: start saying yes. Yes to dates, yes to new friends, yes to phone calls, yes to adventure, to being alive, to absorbing every bit of each moment of your life. They’re not all going to be absolutely pleasant experiences, but I have a feeling the more open you are to life and its opportunity, life will surprise you with its bounty of good graces.
I’m not normally too much of a creep about melting over wedding photos and such on the internet. The only time you’ll finding me looking at rings is when my girlfriends are trying to explain things to me because of how clueless I am. Hey, living in a sorority house made me a little bit better…but I’m still totally in love with everything unconventional and not a million dollars because people wearing stuff that costs so much, on their finger, at places like the grocery store and the gym -scares the crap out of me. ANYWAYS, I do kind of love all the inspirational ideas you can get from wedding shoots, though – from decorations to lighting to even photo pose ideas. ( I won’t lie that I do have a wedding related board on Pinterest.)So, when I stumbled across this article on Who What Wear , I was immediately mesmerized by the first photo.
(Featured on Green Wedding Shoes and Martha Stewart Weddings.)
And in case you didn’t recognize her glowing smile, and chic effortless bohemian style, that is Kate Bosworth. Oh.My.Goodness. The rustic barn behind them, the lights, the grassy area that gives you that feeling of freedom, HER DRESS!, her braided hair. ALL OF IT.
Now, don’t get me wrong I’m not focused on this for it’s relation to a wedding per-say – but just the sheer genius of style and design skills. (Though, they do both look to be completely enjoying themselves in this photo.)
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve never been quite convinced that I’ll be someone who gets married one day, and I wouldn’t put this in a “dream wedding” category or anything, but what about a party? Say a birthday party, or a…”flower crowns aren’t just for music festivals” party?
The next time someone wants to throw a party for no reason, and you need theme help, call me and let’s do this one…
I saw this video from the Harper’s Bazaar Facebook page yesterday, and I was memorized. Twenty strangers, meeting for the first time, and their first kisses captured in an artistic experimental video. Sound a little creepy? I found it to be the opposite. Maybe it’s the black and white approach. Maybe it’s the beautiful people. Maybe it’s those magical moments of hesitation before two people make contact, captured on film…whatever it is, I found myself smiling at the screen. Also, perhaps it goes without noting (but it’s me, so I’ll note it) the music – perfect song choice.
Yesterday I went to the gym and I did laundry and I packed a bag and I drove to the beach. I turned the AC off, opened the sunroof, and cranked the music up. I felt my heart beat with the rhythm, and the sunshine from above warmed my soul. I forgot how therapeutic that drive can be. I forgot what it’s like to be alone in the car with myself, my thoughts and not be consumed by a grief that was waiting to sneak up on me. The Avett Brothers sing, “I’ve got worries to give to the sea,” and I was thinking that I might. But then I got here and I realized that I left all my worries behind. Life is too short to be caught up in the drama. Say what you feel and be done with it. Treat everyone around you well. Keep your heart open. I had a good long talk with a new friend a few weekends ago, and it only reminded me how important it is to live in the moment. We don’t know what’s ahead, and there’s a reason that the past is behind us. So, I won’t let my mind go to a twisty place of confusion or nostalgia when I realize that the first person I had a gigantic, heart-wrenching crush on in college when I was just 18 and impressionable and wide-eyed about everything ahead of me in those years, just got married. Closing some weird sort of chapter of the majority of people I spent years in life pining over, married off. And I hope they have happily ever afters. I thought I’d feel old, or weird, or unsettled but I still feel like a bird. I feel light and content and I know myself. I know my heart and I’m okay with where I am. I feel like I’m finally really growing up, and growing up doesn’t have to mean settling down because I’m still not quite sure how to do that and I still don’t know when I’ll want to. But I can communicate my emotions without raised voices, and I can listen – truly listen. And I can have a moment of frustration but not let it consume me. I can wake up and be in a totally different place with my feelings and it’s good. Basically I feel healthy. Really healthy. I’m not running like a maniac because I’m not trying to escape anything right now. And I was thinking about times when I wasn’t in such a healthy place, when my mind wasn’t full of sunshine and things were a little (or a lot) dark and twisty – and I’m grateful to not be there, right now. I’m grateful for the distance I have from feeling like that. Incredible that it’s a Monday, isn’t it?
Last weekend Kaylynn came to visit me in Tallahassee. It was her first trip back since graduation! (Far too long if you ask me.) It was basically as epic as we could’ve imagined. Full of showing her what’s new, visits to some old haunts, good people, good food, and lots of laughs and love.
One of my bucket list items for the weekend was to check out the photo booth in the new Urban Outfitters, (which oddly enough is in the exact spot I used to work in.) Of course she was down. I have a mild obsession with photo booths. (Who am I kidding? None of my obsessions are mild. But I digress…) So, after showing her the fabulous hidden gem that’s Woodchuck’s breakfast, and a mini family photo shoot at the sorority house we ventured over to UO at College Town. Because technology is awesome they had this nifty little video from the whole shenanigans I thought I’d share with y’all:
(Sunset over Doak Campbell taken Monday night – too beautiful to capture correctly.)
I stumbled across this quote on Tumblr this morning, and it so eloquently words thoughts I’ve tried to express for years. Word to the wise: don’t allow toxic people to consume you and the happiness in your life. It’s ok to let go.
“Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing in the world force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us. And as hard as it is, we have to let them go. Life is hard enough without being around people who bring you down, and as much as you care, you can’t destroy yourself for the sake of someone else. You have to make your wellbeing a priority. Whether that means breaking up with someone you care about, loving a family member from a distance, letting go of a friend, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful — you have every right to leave and create a safer space for yourself.”
– Daniell Koepke
I saw this quiz from BuzzFeed floating around on Facebook the other day, and figured I’d try it out to see what I got. Funny – I got Portland. In the past few years several people had suggested Portland would be a good city for me, (but then discovering that I probably couldn’t handle the cold – Austin has been the other most frequent suggestion!) Anyway, it’s a fun silly little quiz – you should try it! Also, this only reinforces Portland’s spot on my bucket list.
You got: Portland
You are a free spirit, but not in the LA way, in the “you’re probably more cultured than most of your friends” way. You’re up-to-date on all the latest coffee brewing techniques, have a long list of local blogs you love to read, and can taste the organic goodness in every bite you eat. Move to Portland already, you sexy smarty pants.