I found it fitting that as I am avoiding paying attention in the last class I have before my Stats final (trust me it’s really not thrilling), I browsed into my favorite websites and landed on one of my favorites, Rachel’s. I clicked through her new blog and came across this post; I’m not going to lie, but if I wasn’t in class I would’ve 100% cried. Rachel’s writing is such an inspiration to me. Her prose is so unique and like nothing else I’ve heard before. I can literally hear her sweet little voice as I read the carefully created posts on her site. So just as Rachel seemed like she maybe was avoiding closure with Texas, she found Christ who filled her emptiness and refreshed her soul, preparing it for a new chapter. Correct me if I am wrong… Anyway, I thought sharing some of her advice would be worthy, regardless if you know her. She is a wise one.
I am feeling very thankful today. I notice that sometimes my ego blinds me from seeing everything that is good in life. Often, I forget how amazingly wonderful my friends are. Sorry, friends! The past few days have been kind of hard for me. Seeing that my entire Instagram feed is full with pictures from amazing adventures around the world, especially Europe… especially Paris. I am jealous. Very jealous. As this weekend was my first “free weekend” I thought it was going to be absolutely wonderful. Nope. It wasn’t. It was nice, but not wonderful. I’m so jealous of everyone else’s escapades that I forget to plan my own. Lately, (the past two days) I have been feeling kind of lonely. I wait for a text, for a call, for the doorbell to ring or a knock on the door. Nope. Nothing. Nada. But then I realized, I did get those texts, calls, and knocks on the door… it just wasn’t to hang out, it was better.
“How are you doing?” “I miss you!” “Where did you get that maple bacon donut?”
and my favorite one from my little: “I hope you had a fun day at the fair and that it was your perfect fair day that you have always wanted.” Oh yeah, I went to the fair with my best friend… and even though we complained together the entire time… I mean we were at the fair so I wouldn’t necessarily say that life was that bad.
another favorite from a good friend: “You know I am a big Tara McQueen fan (blogger, person, advice giver, good friend.)
Thank you, friends! I know there were plenty more that I didn’t stop and think wow thank you. I regret not appreciating these little notes and I am making a pact with myself to notice the small things. You’ve heard the little things are the ones that matter most or how bout stop and smell the roses, right? How cliché am I? I just want to give a shout out to all my friends who continuously make my day. Thank you for always being there for me. I’m always here for anyone. If you are feeling down or just need someone to talk to please don’t hesitate. I am here for you. If you are too shy or embarrassed you can always use my tumblr account to stay anonymous.
Look up Philippians 4:8 if you are in need of some extra faith.
My hometown is a stroll on the sand in ankle deep ocean while wearing shorts and a trucker hat… any month of the year. My hometown is a summer evening bonfire made from wood flats collected behind local grocery stores. My hometown is a run – or maybe I should say an obstacle course– on the Pacific Coast Highway 101, dodging surfers with longboards in hand and women walking small dogs. My hometown is free, impromptu paddle board lessons from that random professional paddle boarder with the bleach blonde dreads that hangs at Cardiff. My hometown is a Bomb Burrito from Karina’s after an uninterrupted day in the water.
My hometown is organic. My hometown is Whole Foods and pitaya smoothies and acai bowls. My hometown is athletic, fit, tanned to perfection in neon racerback tank tops and spandex short shorts. My hometown is endless sets…
We are often told that we will never know the meaning of life. Only “Higher Beings” know why we exist, why we are placed on earth, what purpose we are serving. I believe in following His path; I believe He has a plan for me. But I also believe it’s okay to decide what the meaning of life is in our own terms. Wanna know what I think our purpose in life is?
to be kind
to be fair
to admit oblivion
to submit ourselves
to try to understand
to challenge ourselves
to have passion
to be spontaneous
to drink coffee and tea
to be an individual
to obey too
to eat delicious food
to tell and share
Why am I not allowed to know what my purpose in life is? This is it. I’m here to live it. Fight with me, or don’t, but this is the statement I am making:
We don’t have to wait to be told the meaning of our lives. We can live life by following our own definition of it.
Be free to think on your own, ladies and gents. Find your purpose and live it the way you want.
Bye, Adios, Ciao, Au Revoir, Adieu, Arrivederci, Auf Wiedersehen and Farewell.. live well!
It’s truly amazing what one cup can do for you. Can I tell you what is so great about coffee?
Energizer bunny up in the club
Tastes good with a ridiculous amount of sugar and caramel
Can’t study? Coffee can study
“Wanna get some coffee” date
Bored munchies? Nah… how bout coffee
No more headaches (warning: watch out for caffeine withdrawals)
Motivation to get out of bed and get the day started
If only Starbucks delivered… am I right?
Believe it or not, I had no caffeine today. No coffee. Nada. So I can’t tell if this is delirious or if I can babble energetically with my eyes barely open, lying in bed at 6:30pm. I think I’ll take a coffee break before heading out for the night.