As I’m sitting here in an airport bar, drinking a local Colorado beer (how else am I supposed to enjoy a 5-hour layover in Denver?), I can’t help but feel like a million bucks. Although I’m choking back tears because I just had to say goodbye to my soul sister, I am beyond grateful for the quick trip to Oregon to visit her and her boyfriend (who is also a soul sister of mine…I hope you find that as a compliment, Mikey, because it is one!). The reason I feel like a million bucks isn’t obvious, and I’m actually having a hard time pinpointing as to why I feel this way – especially because it has such a bittersweet aura about it. The only way I can describe it is with a series of random ‘feelings’…
Please follow these instructions very closely or you will be very confused. Below is a new rendition of a Valentine’s song…
Instructions: Sing the below (4) verses to the rhythm and harmony of Nat King Cole’s song “L-O-V-E”.
“L” is for my favorite meal – lo mein.
“O” is for the weird-O that I am
“V” is very, very, dang prettttyyyy
“E” is everyone one show me some loooove.
Hello my pretties! Congratulations on making it through the first month of 2017, because oh my, that was a doozy. I’ll start off by saying sorry – my apologies on the political detour on the last few posts, but I had some strong feelings and experiences and I wanted to share them. (I hope I didn’t scare anyone away – ha!) Anyway, as February is greeting us, I’m responding back by saying hello and promising it a full month of yoga. Yes, I did choose February for this challenge because it’s the shortest month, but who’s to judge, right?! I also chose February as my “yoga” month because I’ve had two consecutive months in a yoga class; which leads me to feel a bit more confident in myself and my practice.
My goal with this blog was to write and share at least one post each week, and up until recently, I was doing fairly well with that. Unfortunately, the last couple weeks have been very stressful for me and I’ve felt more anxious than normal..which has steered me away from being able to write when I’d like to. Yes – there are a lot of things going on in my personal life that have led to my stress, but the stress remains heavily on last week’s inauguration and the current/future state of our country. Which I’m sure you can tell because my last post was politically driven, as well as this one.
A couple days ago there was this thing that took place – this thing was the Farewell Address by our 44th President, Barack Hussein Obama (AKA: The most badass Prezzy there ever was). Honestly, there are TOO many things I want to share about President Obama – facts, emotions, laughs, gratitude…so much that I could write a novel. But the thing is, most of you either share the same thoughts I do (so it would be a waste of time to reiterate them in writing) or you completely disagree with my viewpoint. If the latter is true, it’s pointless to convince you otherwise because his Presidency is over and Trump is coming into office…and in that case, that will be evidence enough that Obama was pretty dang neat!
Words are awesome. That’s a stone-cold fact. One of the reasons it’s a fact is because life without words would be impossible ..well not quite impossible, but it would make life extremely more difficult, and who really needs that? The real reason words are awesome is because they are one of the main ways we communicate among each other.
When I hear the word control, it follows with some sort of negative connotation. Usually, I imagine someone else doing the controlling, not me. Why is that, you ask? I think the foundation of where it stems from is that I’ve always gone with the flow of those around me. It’s not that others have had total control in my decisions/life, but that I’ve sort of sat on the sidelines and let things happen to me. What I should have been doing is taking life by the reigns and actually controlling it myself. When I look back at that reasoning, there really isn’t anything too negative about it, so I had to ask myself – why I felt control was such a ‘bad’ word?
Welcome back, ladies and gents! If you remember my post from last week I talked about how I’ve been working my ass off to become a strong, happy individual while recovering through my break up. Well if you missed it, I was successful in my efforts. I am now 100% satisfied with myself and my life. Because I was able to take care of myself and do the necessary things to make myself whole, I feel that I have a healthy mind to finally get back into the dating game. And yes, I call it a game because, well, look at that definition…
One year ago today, I heard the worst five words a person wants to hear – “I don’t love you anymore”. With those five words, I died inside. Yeah, yeah. I know what you’re thinking…and you’re right. I’m being OVERLY dramatic. But, in that moment, pain surged through me – all over, physically and emotionally. So I’m sure you’re wondering “What happened?”, well that’s a very tedious and personal question for me to answer through one blog post. If you have any questions afterward, feel free to shoot me an email and I’ll answer anything 🙂 As for now, I’m just going to dive in and explain how my world was turned upside down, what it felt like and how I’ve managed to pick myself back up – yes, I know, so inspiring! 😉
Holy Crap! Is it seriously December already? I know they say time goes by so much faster as you get older, but I didn’t realize they meant this fast. If the ‘Time Queen’ could pump the breaks a little bit, that would be great! Unfortunately, there is no such thing as a ‘Time Queen’ and the holiday season is already among us. If you’re anything like me, you LOVE the Holiday’s – cheerful music, everything is decorated and the magic of Santa is all over the place. It’s wonderful!! On the flip side of things, the holidays as an “adult” (I put that in quotations because even though I’m 24, I still don’t feel like one) can be quite the venture.
This week’s blog is all about: