A Better Life In Little Ways

Make it a point to learn at least one new thing each day: memorize your favorite poem, learn how to make a homemade dish, learn the name of a person you have often made eye contact with but never spoken to. If it’s time for bed and you can’t identify anything you've learned that day, take out your dictionary and learn a new word. :)

Go to the grocery store with cash, coupons and a calculator instead of using your debit card. You WILL save money. (CCC)

Consolidate errands into one trip to save on gas orrr by a bike. ;)

Stop complaining. A couple of years back, Will Bowen gave a purple rubber bracelet to each person in his congregation to remind them to stop complaining. “Negative talk produces negative thoughts; negative thoughts produce negative results”, says Bowen. Whenever you catch yourself complaining about anything, stop yourself.

Make to-do lists (and honey do lists).

Set your alarm a minute earlier every day for the next 100 days. Then make sure that you get out of bed as soon as your alarm rings, open the windows to let in some sunlight, and do some yoga or light stretching. In 100 days you’ll be waking up an hour and forty minutes earlier than you’re waking up now. You will be gaining more time for your life.

Watch no more than half-an-hour of television a day. (Same goes for Facebook, Twitter etc.)

Stop multi-tasking; do one thing at a time without distractions. BE IN THE MOMENT.

Eat from a smaller plate to help control portion size. Easier said than done, I know.  But with time it will become a habit as your belly shrinks.

Drink. Water. Every day.

Go for a jog/walk/skip every morning before the sun comes up. Then follow that with a warm shower.

Talk to your pets. If you have dogs take them for walks. It's a fact that 1 min of direct eye contact with a dog can improve your mood. Swear.

Every day for the next month actively look for something positive in your partner every day, and write it down. Give it to them at the end of the month. They will love you for it and you might just be reminded how much you love them.

Do one kind deed for someone every day, however small, even if it’s just sending a silent blessing their way. 

Practice active listening. When someone is talking to you, remain focused on what they’re saying, instead of rehearsing in your head what you’re going to say next <<<MY HUSBAND. 

 If you disagree with someone, try to see the world from their perspective; put yourself in their shoes. Be curious... about their beliefs and their life experience. They might be a lot more like you than you think.

Stay in your own life and don’t compare yourself to anyone else. It's that simple.

Live. Don't just exist. 

Waiting

It's up to you ---- do what you want with this. You've had three drinks...just enough to make you feel almost alive.

It's a chilly Saturday night--- you're not desperate---but you have those hunger pains. Need to search___ to devour.

Every single time I meet someone new I want to start my entire life over again just for them. Some people...some people are just so pretty.

___I just want to see what happens. XXXXX

I can change shape, write you a fairy tale and I'll even be the monster that gets slain by the handsome prince if that will make you happy---or are you the monster??%&#

Sometimes monsters are misunderstood and sometimes they are awful just like they seem________but it's often hard to tell the difference. There is not enough time in this lifetime to know someone-----to TRULY know them.

I have been waiting all my life.

Hugssss

Hugging is good medicine. 

It transfers energy and gives the person hugged an emotional lift. 

You need four hugs a day for survival, eight for maintenance, and twelve for growth. 

Scientists say that hugging is a form of communication because it can says things you don't have the words for.

 I truly believe this. 

And the best part about a hug is that you usually can't give one without receiving one. 

yup ;)

Open Your Eyes

Open your eyes
just open your eyes
slow down
breathe it all in
we are all just losing time

With closed eyes comes..
closed hearts
closed minds
open them all and
live

Live in passion
live in the moment
live don't just exist

Open your eyes
just open your eyes
look around you
what you see..
it won't be there forever
appreciate it
we are all just wasting time

Bloom

My body is your garden, my chest the deep rich soil.
You planted seeds in my heart.
They continue to grow..some days I just wish they would wilt.
Instead they grow
and bloom
and bloom
and bloom
into painfully beautiful flowers.

Used

your rough fingers laced tightly between strong
branches that stem from your warm empty palms
that are woven into my hair
your mountains melting into my valleys
your strengths overcoming my weaknesses
you have buckets that catch my rain
and I, the nails in your sturdy frame

yes I am a little torn, a little worn in
but you look at me like I am brand new
like I have never been used
although, that is exactly what you do

I Love

I love sitting on the same side as my love in a booth at a diner. I love unmade beds, they are so inviting. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love sitting in silence with some one feeling the electricity between us overflowing into the space all around us. I love the look in people's eyes when they realize they are in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up in the morning and they have forgotten their surroundings. I love the way people get excited when their favorite song comes on the radio like it just made their entire day bright. I love when people close their eyes and drift off to some far away place and a smile comes upon their lips. I fall in love with people and their honest moments. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their day dreams. Some days, no most days, honesty is just too beautiful to put in to words.

Morning Sex

MMM...so unlike the delirious, frantic act of sex after a night of partying on the town and toooo many shots, morning sex is slow and beautiful. It's almost relaxing. It's deliciously  unpretentious and oh so right. With a dust of sleep still in your eye, an arching back mixed with the normal stretching of the morning you toy with your lover. Gathering him or her in as your naked still half asleep bodies writhe together under the sheets. A smile forming on your lover's face before the light of the morning shines in through the blinds.

Afterwards the two of you join the sun of a Saturday or Sunday morning feeling satisfied and refreshed. You may sit together over a cup of coffee and scrambled eggs and bacon, occasionally going back remembering little moments of what just happened in the next room.

Blushing.

If there's a more perfect way to start the day, I haven't yet discovered it. .

Better Off Alone? Nah

There is a reason some people say they are happy alone. It isn't  because they think they would be happy alone. It is because they think if they loved someone and it fell apart they might not make it. 

They think it's easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that you need love? And then you don't have it. 

What if you like it? 

And lean on it? 

What if you shape your life around it? 

And then it falls apart? 

Can you even survive that kind of pain? 

Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It could go on forever . . .

What i'm saying is.... I get it. I get why you are so scared.

But taking the risk is what it's all about, right? If you aren't loving you definitely are not living.

 Love in the end is worth it whether it works out or not.

It's worth it.

It's worth the butterflies and smiles that last all day long.

It's worth the first, second and third kiss.

It's worth having someone there, always. To tell your sad and more importantly happy moments too. To hold you when you are cold, to take care of you when you are sick. 

It's worth having someone to grow old with

And in the end if there is an end and it doesn't work out it was worth the lesson. It was worth the tears and heart ache because loving and losing is better than never loving at all.

True story. 

It is a risk to love.
What if it doesn't work out?
Ah, but what if it does. 

 ;)

Not All Who Wander Are Lost

I get lost in thought while driving ...tuning out Stori my daughter in the back seat, whatever I am listening to on Pandora and the outside noises. They all just fade and my mind wonders. I am not sure where it goes but when I snap out of it I don't know how I made it from point a to point b.
I love that I have a window above my kitchen sink. When I stand there and wash my hands my mind wonders. I rub and rub my hands together making as many suds as possible and rinse my hands under cold water all while gazing out the window and usually with a smile on my face. This small insignificant moment is one of my favorite things.
What I am getting at here is my mind wanders A LOT. 
Maybe I am bored with reality or living in regret of not taking advantage of reality. I like this wandering most of the time but I am afraid that when I look back my memories will be filled of being in la la land...of a time when I was building up a fictional universe. 
There is a lot going on in my life right now and several big changes are taking place soon and maybe I am trying to avoid it all because I am scared. UGH I don't know. Maybe these thoughts and thought habits are not useful and I'm wondering if I fall into that thought habit because I'd rather do that than think of things I really should be spending thought and energy on.
Or maybe I am just an outside-the-box thinker and during the times when I am in the "zone" I get my creativity. It is when I get most of my brilliant ideas. Maybe it is my bodies way of telling me I need more meditation???
I really have no idea what the answer is or if I am even looking for an answer this is just simply my $0.02. 
Maybe I should write a book about the life I live inside my head.

Home

Some days I am broken but for the most part I believe I am whole. They tell me from time to time that I am unorthodox, unconventional. I'll take that. So what if I am out in left field. I would rather love what I do and feel good about it than follow what others do and hate myself. Sometimes my days are too dark and my nights are way too long but that's MY life. I am used to it by now. I often trip over my own insecurities and I hope I recover from those falls some day, but for now I require attention. I always want to be wanted, desired more and more and I long for passion. I have so much to say. My words are just as important to me as the air that I breath but they fail me, often- my words, they fail me. So, I use music to speak. The lyrics always understand what I want to say. I often swallow my goodbyes because my faith has been run over so many times. Do we ever learn? I think so, after that gilded age you start to search for something different, something you can grasp. So what if I'm not her, or her. I am ME. And being me makes me happy. I love hard and with everything in me. I don't try to be who I am not. I accept I have many faults but I know even with those faults I deserve to be loved.

I hope where I end up feels like coming home to me.
I have no time for later now.

I AM

The me that I am today is a different me then you have ever seen before.

I am more and I am less. I am the deep breath and the breathless laughter, the residue of tears 

down lonely cheeks.

I am the sound of air filling and emptying filling and emptying filling and emptying your lungs as

you fall asleep.

I am the sunlight that shines through your broken windows and the pattern spilled onto your face in the dark, the creaking of the bed in the night as I roll into you.

I am the soft groan and whispered moan as your fingers cross the skin on my back.

I am the waiting. The terrible the beautiful and heart wrenching waiting. Be it for sleep, for you or for life to begin again.

I am the whisper of I love you and the vein straining scream of I NEED YOU, the red cheek glance of I want you and the tear soaked realization when I actually have you.

I am the breath leaving trembling lungs and the bravery or stupidity or BOTH at the promise of forever. 

I AM THE FOREVER.

I am the arms outstretched, the leap into the unknown and the promise to catch you if you fall.

I am all that I have become because you see me as no one else has or bothered to uncover.

I am what I am and that is enough because in the most honest and simple way to say all I have said, 

I am yours.

Meditation

If you have never meditated first off, you are not the only one but.....

 -You're missing out.- 

Meditation can bring you the most silent and peaceful level of consciousness. It can honestly be life changing, if you let it. Meditation can be done pretty much any where. Any action done with awareness is meditation. Meditation means to be fully aware of our actions, thoughts, feelings and emotions.

 It can be as easy as staring at the flame of a candle sitting in silence.  For example tonight  I sat down in the tub, and felt the water run over me while I closed my eyes for 20 deep, conscious breaths, focusing on nothing but my breathing. It did wonders. 

We as humans beings living in a chaotic world where we are constantly asked to give give give need to take time for ourselves. It makes us happy, therefore making others around us happy, as well and others around them and so on and so on. Remember we are, as I just said, human beings. Not human doings. SO JUST BE.

Try a meditation nap even. Be careful. This one is complex. Oh yes—it’s the love child of a meditation and a nap ;)

Lie down on a bed, couch,  or even pile your (empty) bath with pillows and blankets. Close your eyes and do nothing. Maybe you’ll fall asleep. Maybe you’ll have Zen inspiration. Maybe you’ll just happily float along. Either way, it will be sublime.

Sometimes when I just don't have the time I fake it....here me out... I make a little pact with myself. I say to myself:

“Okay self, we so don’t have to meditate for any pain-in-the-ass time at all. Let’s just do ten breaths.” And my logical brain says: “Ten breaths? You think I have time for ten breaths of meditation? Are you kidding me! I have stuff to do lady! We’re not on retreat you hippy!”

And I say: “Oh. I know you’re really busy. I really feel like I need this. You and me. Besides, it’s only for ten breaths.” Logical brain: “Fine. But only ten. And I’m counting.”

And then we do our ten breaths and it’s nice. And we either stop there because we feel like we’ve refreshed just enough, or we keep going for another ten or twenty because it just feels so good. Win win.

If you are a newbie at meditating you might need a little push ...When I first started and needed extra help in meditating, I used CDs. They’re like my own little personal guides into sweet-calm-space. Try out a few...see what works best for you. For me, it's the sound of the ocean.

For me, whenever I take 100 breaths, it’s kind of boring for the first 59. But then I hit 60, and for the next ten seconds, it feels like nirvana. I don’t know if it’s a rush of oxygen to the head, or just because I finally relax then, but whatever it is, 60 is good. And it makes those 59 seconds before it so very, very worth it. My little reward is the 60-second release.

It's different for everyone. Remember you are the expert on you. There are 6 billion paths to bliss, and your path is your own. Make it a happy one.

~To be alone and to be drunk with your own aloneness is what meditation is all about. Be in the world, but don't be of it~

We Can Feel So Far From So Close

Like ships in the night
You keep passing me by
Just wasting time
Trying to prove who's right
And if it all goes crashing into the sea
If it's just you and me
Trying to find the light

Like ships in the night letting cannonballs fly
Say what you mean and it turns to a fight
Fists fly from my mouth as it turns south
You're down the driveway
I'm on the couch
Chasing your dreams since the violent fifth grade
Trying to believe in your silent own way
Cause we'll be okay, I'm not going away
Like you watching at fourteen as it went down the drain
Your pops stayed the same and your moms moved away
How many of our parents seem to make it anyway
We're just fumbling through the gray
Trying to find a heart that's not walking away

I'm at the airport waiting on the second plane
Had to pack you had cramps
And I was late heading to a red carpet
They wont know my name
Riding in silence
All that we wanna say
Bout to board when you call on the phone
You say I'm sorry I'll be waiting at home
Feels like we're burning this out on our own
Trying to find our way down a road we don't know

Turn the lights down low
Walk these halls alone
We can feel so far
From so close

Like ships in the night
You keep passing me by
Just wasting time
Trying to prove who's right
And if it all goes crashing into the sea
Its just you and me
Trying to find the light
Like ships in the night
Your passing me by
Your passing me by
Like ships in the night

I'm gonna find my way
Back to your side 

A Collection of Love

  

           

                                                                     

And....But...So.

You're the type of guy who drifts into hearts unannounced
without knocking
without wiping your feet
leaving the door open when you go

And

my heart would beat yours in a race
when i'm next to you it races faster 
stronger
steadier

But

I am the girl who leaves her door unlocked
who often says goodbye
but keeps holding on

So

We are the blind
the hopeless
the broken
the last

-SW

Happiness

I have been thinking a lot about happiness here lately. How it comes in bits and pieces for me. I guess I shouldn't ever expect it to last. Don't take that the wrong way..try and stay with me here... What I'm saying is there is never an actual time of happiness. Happiness comes in moments and most of us experience at least one moment of happiness a day. It can be found in big moments such as buying a new home, a wedding, bringing life into the world or a long overdue reunion with a loved one. Or it can be found in a small flicker of satisfaction such as buying a new pair of shoes, a "mommy I love you", the sound of a music box or a delicious meal. 

Sometimes we think we have it so bad and we search for happiness while over looking all the little things that are exactly what happiness is made up of.  What we need to do although we are all grown-up, and the years have worn on us, is to live life through a child's eyes.  Children see truth and beauty. They laugh at everything, and find so much happiness in the simple things.  Growing up is inevitable, but we can still strive to be young in our soul.

Also something I have learned over the past year from my yoga instructor is when you look down, your head follows, your body slumps.  You can't see where you're going.  You're vision narrows because you're not focusing on what's around you, only the ground at your feet.   And maybe that ground is wrong.  Your thoughts start to follow in the same downward direction, and eventually, you find yourself feeling lost and unhappy. But when you look up, don't you see how your eyes sparkle?  Your body becomes open to receive, and suddenly, you notice all the beauty that surrounds you. There isn't just one path anymore; only infinite sky and your soul with wings. So look up more.  Up is hope.  Up is light.  Up is happiness. 

Happiness is living in the moment. Next time you experience a moment of happiness may it be little or big, write it down. Don't take it for granted. Happiness is an untold treasure, relish it.

A man said to the Buddha, "I want Happiness."

Buddha said, first remove "I", that's ego,

then remove "want", that's desire.

See now you are left with only Happiness.

The Mermaids Tale

This story’s told from days long gone.
Of the beautiful mermaids and their song
Unlike the tales of vivid dreams
And treacherous luring with wicked schemes.

The lovely girls must find a way
To trick the boys so they’d stay away.
For they came here with one true intent
To steal their hearts without their consent.

This may sound like loves one true goal
In reality future hopes is what they stole.
The falsehood offered up love and a happy life
This was only a silkscreen to the future strife.

They only knew this from one who had escaped
She was able to return, the truth undraped.
Her story told for them all to know
No other maiden would err and go.

From that time then to this day now
When the boys sailed by the maids avow
To fool the boys so they would stay away,
So the maidens would not dare to stray.

They would sing their songs in lovely voice
The sailors slept, they had no choice.
The ship sailed on, the boys did snore.
They passed on by never seeing the shore.

There is a lesson here somewhere
You can figure it out if you really care.
Or perhaps this is just an old folktale
You decide, truth will always prevail. . .

Foolish Games

For a split second I forgot how amazing Jewel is......

FOOLISH GAMES

You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You're always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You're always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.

Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and...

These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.

You're always brilliant in the morning,
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.

Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar.

You'd teach me of honest things,
Things that were daring, things that were clean.
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.
I hid my soiled hands behind my back.
Somewhere along the line, I must've got
Off track with you.

Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.

These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.

You took your coat off,
Stood in the rain,
You're always crazy like that.

If Only

What I want...no what I need is to be able to see the direct line between me and you
 I have these thoughts and if only I could put them into words

If only.

If only I could put those words together just right it would result in an understanding that would make your synapses delight and fire off rapidly in all directions

All I care about is our bodies being in the same room at the same time
We're conscious, facing each other, aware.
I see you and you, me

I want to know what happens next

What we say what we do it's the only way to really be sure of someone
Watch your eyes, see the way they burn when you look at me
Analyze your body language
Read your thoughts
Be honest with each other

Do you want me to stay there... forever
If so just say so

That's all you have to do.

It's that simple and yet that hard.

-sami jo

Addicted

I'm addicted to tattoos
pain
love
and rain

I come but then I run
I seek to never find
leaving me only to what's left behind

Plenty of time to waste away
waste another day
I sit in silence
take a leave of absence

Someday I will understand
know my heart
awake my soul
be in control

Here and now; don't know who I am
or who I'll ever be
But I do know this

I'm addicted to tattoos
pain
love
and rain



-sami jo

In His Words

We guys don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging th

e fact that we're still there either.

We don't care if a guy calls or texts you, but at...2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning. 

Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/ gorgeous/cute/stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. 

Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take advantage of the mood im in and Let us pay for you! dont 'feel bad' We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say 'thank you.'

Kiss us when no one's watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.

 You don't have to get dressed up for us. If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own. We like you for who you are and not what you are. Honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up. 

Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.

Don't get angry easily. 

Stop using magazines/media as your bible. Don't talk about how hot Chris Brown, Idris Alba, or Trey Songs is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that. 

Whatever happened to the word 'handsome'/'beautiful' i'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with 'Hey handsome!' instead of 'Hey baby/ stud/cutie/sexy' or whatever else you can think of. On the other hand im not sayin i wouldn't like it ether ;) 

Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change!!!!! Ditch his sorry butt, disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect. Someone who will honor your morals. Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest. Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes. Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel. Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes and say 'i love you' and actually mean it. Give the nice guys a chance. ---

Well played guys well played.

It Conquers All

What is the one thing that all people have the capacity to feel???

LOVE.

Love is contentment and fulfillment but often pain and regret. Love is the sweet and the sour...an all consuming emotion that encompasses our soul. Love, rather we admit to it or not is the one pure emotion that we crave and even dream of and the sad part is sometimes we don't even realize when its there. 

None of us want to get hurt so to let some one in, truly in, is often hard. So some choose to not love, not risk hurting their heart and letting someone inside and messing them up....but what they don't know is......It's the love that makes you vulnerable, it's the love that makes you hurt and it's the hurt that lets you know you are still alive.

Love cannot be turned on as a reward. It cannot be turned off as a punishment. We do not control love. It controls us.Love is bigger than us. We can invite love, but you cannot dictate how, when, and where love expresses itself. We can choose to surrender to love, or not, but in the end love strikes like an unpredictable bolt of lightning.

This song and movie just about sums it up.

Mistakes---Simply Lessons Learned

In life....we do things. Some we wish we could replay a million times in our heads, others we wish would have never done. But everything, absolutely everything we have done through out our lives has molded us into exactly who we are supposed to be. If we hadn't done any of those things we would not be the same person we are right now, today.

We are all going to make mistakes...that's part of it. But are they really mistakes or just lessons that we needed to learn at that time? We should never regret...if it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad it's experience.

So I guess what I am getting at is we should never second guess what we have done, where we have been and most importantly who we are. We are who we are and that is as it should be. We all need to remind ourselves from time to time that it's OK not to be perfect and that we are not the mistakes that we've made.

Drink Champagne For No Reason ;)

Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Every day you're alive is a special occasion.

Here lately I try to focus on these words. I think about them in every day things that I do. I think about all the things that I have done without realizing that they were special. I do believe these words could change my life....

I need to read more and dust and vacuum less. I need to be sitting on the deck and admiring the view without fussing about my backyard, or lack there of that the dogs have desrtoyed. I need to spend more time with my family and friends and less time cooped up in the house. "Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experience to savor, not endure." I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.

I'm not "saving" anything anymore; we need to use our good china and crystal for every special event-such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, the first dandelion at spring.

I'm going to wear my good dress to the grocery if I feel like it. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries without wincing. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties anymore; I'll wear it every day, clerks in stores and librarians in libraries have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'.

"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it NOW! We never know what day could be our last.....and it's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew that my hours were limited. Angry because I put off seeing good Friends whom I was going to get in touch with-someday. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write-one of these days. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to my life.

 Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God.

I don't have to make up silly stories about people being hit by buses or crushed by falling disco balls for you to understand where I am coming from here. Take this opportunity to set a new trend and don't ever save anything for a special occasion. EVERY day you're alive is a special occasion!!!

Come.....Go

 Feelings come and feelings go. There is no need to be scared of  them and definitely no need to crave them. You have to let them come, and then let them go. It's that easy and yet that hard. However no feeling is your permanent reality, no matter how intense it is. Sometimes you have to be smart enough to hold on but brave enough to let go. I tend to hold on to outcomes quite often when really I should be holding on to faith.


For now I am going to focus on the things that are constant:


the sunrise
books finish (sometimes happily)
locked doors can be unlocked
trees produce oxygen
i produce carbon dioxide
stars die all the time
change, change is constant
and the music will never end.

Enough Said

I think we, as living, breathing human beings, aren’t even consciously aware of our existence most of the time. 


We float around like listless ghosts from one dull place to another, fading into the background, and just hoping for something MORE. 


We yearn to break free from this inescapable cycle of monotony, but we just don’t know how.

MOI

I'm the type of woman who makes cookies just to eat a scoop or two of the raw dough but could care less about the cookies once they are baked.


I'm the kind of woman who doesn't believe in black and white. It's just not that simple.


I am the type of woman who loves to feel the wind in her hair.

  I'm the kind of woman who thinks rainy days are meant for playing in it, naps, reading, and watching independent  films, not necessarily in that order.


I am the sorta woman who loves to express myself either through art, dance, writing or even by hair color or tattoos.

I'm the sorta  woman who has a love/hate relationship with my small town, I love the area but hate that as the years go on the opportunities diminish.


I am the type of woman that try's to get things done before the microwave beeps. :)


I am the kind of woman that tends to care about people who don't care about me.


I'm the kind of woman who doesn't have concrete life plans, but rather chooses to just go with the flow seeing where the journey leads me.

I am the type of woman that LOVES to sleep but usually ends up reading through the night.


I am the sorta woman that's ready to believe all those convincing lies, unfortunately.


I am the kind of woman who likes to be alone with just my thoughts at least once a day.

I am the type of woman who can never decide what she wants to eat. UNLESS there is a monte cristo on the menu, if so I'm getting that :P


I am the kind of woman who takes everything to heart.


I'm the kind of woman who has no problem admitting my deepest feelings on this blog but usually don't want to discuss them with people face to face.