“There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being barely alive, on your own terms, is better than living a bloated half-life on someone else’s terms.” Jeanette Winterson
Monday, July 21, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
I don’t need to be rich or have a fancy home. I just want to go to sleep at night knowing my labor had heart, I’ve loved fiercely and lived close enough to the edge that I can see the waves kiss the rocks. - Dave Buchanan
Sunday, July 13, 2014
I've received many emails asking me about Munich recommendations. With each one I've read I've been simultaneously flattered, happy, and desperately sad. The kind of anxiety that I encounter when thinking about compiling my thoughts into one guide is on par with trying to decide what you should wear when you know you'll going to see an ex.
This may sound incredibly insane. It may be. It probably is. But it's how I feel.
Pictured above is my gorgeous, perfect (in my eyes) room, in my sweet apartment in downtown Munich. It was airy and lovely and even though it was old, and didn't have air-conditioning, and was beyond noisy at night because of the traffic below---I loved that tiny apartment more than words could describe.
It was home.
And I felt like my dreams were coming to fruition and I never felt as happy and as excited as I did those big city days.
But, for reasons unforeseen, reasons having nothing to do with me, it all ended. I had three months to savor this life, if even for such a short amount of time. I never wanted it to end.
I remember the day I had to say goodbye and I remember what I wore and what I felt and what was said and what wasn't said and it pains me. I said goodbye to too many dear friends and had one piece of luggage too many and I sobbed the entire cab ride to the airport. I remember my cab driver asking if he could do anything at all to help. And I remember saying: I wish there was. I wish there was.
But there wasn't anything anyone could do really. I needed work. I needed to extend my Visa. All logistical nonsense that always is the problem for dreamers like me.
Sometimes I think it may have been better had I never gone back at all. Because sometimes getting a sample of your dream, knowing that it can and does come true, well there's no coming back from that.
So what I'm saying is this: I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I don't have the closure yet to be able to write about my favorite Munich haunts and where I loved to picnic on Friday nights in the park and why I'll never forget that summer and the reasons why. Does this make me sound completely immature? Naive?
Well then, so be it.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Sometimes recovery is waking up early to write in coffee shops and practicing yoga and eating lots of fruit and chocolate and sometimes it’s staying in bed all day and hiding from the world until you can stop crying. All of this is okay. What’s important is that you take care of yourself no matter what kind of day you’re having. -via.
No matter what your recovery may be -- heartbreak, mental illness, your plans for life being flipped upside-down -- take care of yourself, remember this most of all. Take care of yourself.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
One of my closest friends, Abby, just opened a kickin' shop where you can buy cheeky items (some pictured above!) at insanely reasonable prices (a rarity these days).
Look cheeky chic while supporting one of the most inspiring ladies you'll ever know? Win-Win, #amirite?
Fun fact: Abby and I met after she got in touch reading my blog a few years ago. I don't remember how she happened upon this site of rambles I've managed to keep going, but I'm beyond glad that she did. I was lucky enough to see her when I was in Denver and she stopped through Kansas City, but I do wish I could see her more than that. She's a real gem, you guys. This blog has brought me some sincerely wonderful friends (like you reading right now, duh!). ;)