Happy Weekend, Loves

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What happens when we make promises? We randomly get super busy. That’s what happened to my updates lovelies. Mostly it’s been me trying to get some professional aspects a-going, which has been a bit of an up-and-down sorta’ ordeal. Seeing I haven’t updated much of my current life lately, I am now working as a Medical Aesthetician for a wellness spa. Of course, as of right now I’m also helping with the website, social media, and things of that nature seeing as it is a new place trying to get their feet on the ground. I’m clearly a product junkie so working there will definitely be equal parts like a candy store in my eyes. If I find any goodies in the lines we carry, you know I’ll be sharing them with you guys ;). The downside is I’m driving a good bit to get there (45 mins…eh), but as I know- life comes with a good bit of balance, whether good or not so good. Continue reading “Happy Weekend, Loves”

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Fairs, Friends, Flowers, Pink Skies, Birthdays, and Hiding.

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{p.s. it’s officially fall and oxblood is now my favorite color ever/all my outfits- can you tell?}

As it’s beyond obvious, I’ve flown into a bit of a slump/ and or/ in hiding. One of those slumps that happens in our 20s in the most unexpected times. Times where, in the middle of our unstoppable laughter, we stop laughing. I’m usually good with being honest with myself and keeping myself grounded, but a few weeks ago I realized life wasn’t quite reflective of where I thought I would be. Some predisposed notion of where I was supposed to be kept wrapping itself around my mind. A certain place, with certain things, and certain titles, that would validate any shortcomings or be some sort of trophy for obstacles I’ve been through. Perhaps a pretty white office, with fresh flowers, and streets of eccentric people were the answer. Some kind of world governed by Pinterest and Domino magazine was what I was hoping for? The more I felt it ‘haunt’ me, the more I began to ask myself exactly why I was feeling this way.

I’ve came up with a pretty good answer in the past week. Sometimes in the midst of modern communication and feeling inadequate to the constant surge of success we get to compare ourselves to, I often forget to simply and truly…let go. Fearing moments where we don’t feel like we’ve accomplished much takes up a lot of life.  Especially when we’re so connected to how others are doing and where they are in their own life. The funny thing is we often forget we don’t even truly see what we’ve accomplished and left behind in this world until our life is nearing the next world- or whatever we believe in. So, that’s why I’ve been a little, well, gone for the past few weeks. I’m pretty big on giving myself time to reflect and ask ‘why’ when I feel out of balance, it gives our minds a certain independence of thought. So, mostly what I’ve been doing lately is trying to get used to being okay with they way things are now, right now. Maybe I’m not where I thought I would be, but that doesn’t mean I’m not where I’m supposed to be. If I think back at all the steps I’ve taken until this very moment, a lot of them weren’t taken in assurance or even in acceptance, but they did make me grow and become better. That’s all I can ask for. So, maybe these feelings were meant to be so I can eventually get me to another stage of life. Life is a circle, a beautiful circle.

Anyhow, honestly, writing is one of the only ways I feel like my soul is completely whole. And sharing my ponders with you guys is beyond therapeutic, so I don’t think I’ll be gone that long again anytime soon. 🙂

Into lighter news, I’m now 24- my birthday was this past Wednesday. So I suppose I’ll officially be sharing another year in my 20s with you guys. This past one was…colorful, so I’m sure this year won’t be anything less. I could ramble for another hour, but I believe I’ll just breathe and share some of my current photographs I’ve taken of life lately, instead. I have so many that I really couldn’t wait to share some of them. It’s literally a bit of everything- bright sunflowers for bday presents (are the best), pink sky sunsets with friends, my family’s cabin in the mountains of NC (there has been a good amount of reconnecting with nature/the little white shack isn’t the cabin, haha), a pre-baby roller coaster freakout with my niece (while she was totally fine) + her Tinkerbell-inspired birthday, a fun idea for using christmas lights (i.e…my fireplace is epic now), DIY ice-cream cone cupcakes (perhaps a post coming soon?),  oh- and veggie nachos can cure any feeling of being down, my boyfriend picking wildflowers for moi (ahh), etc. Warning: Serious picture randomness is about to take place.

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Hope you find a little inspiration in this post to find you, and be her without doubt (or just a little less than before.)

🙂

til’ next my loves, -xo

Saturday Moments: It All Comes With Age.

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Well, I’ve definitely been a bit MIA this week.  It started off okay I suppose, besides being sick.  Then my mother called me about my father’s health. She is one of those people that overreacts in all situations- it really doesn’t matter the context.  “They got your coffee order wrong, what?!” “You aren’t feeling wonderful, what?!” “You prefer your tea with milk, what?!” “You didn’t put your blinker on during your turn, ah!” Are you feeling her inner-spazz?

In many situations I just have to have patience with her and take her energy for what it is.  So, when she began to overreact about my father having to schedule a doctor’s appointment the next day, I stayed completely calm.  She, of course, didn’t hesitate to throw around the “C” word (i.e. cancer), but I still stayed calm. However, it did began to creep up on me that my parents are both well past their 50s.  My father is actually about to turn 73 the 10th of this month.

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To get to the center, my father is since okay as for now. As I thought, my mother did overract, but what did come out of the moment was that my parents are both getting older.  Perhaps because they had me at a later age, it has become a natural thought lately for me to think my time with them it a bit more precious than most people my age do at this point. I mean, I try to pull out the positive in just about any situation, but I think at some point the reality (hint, the core of my blog’s purpose) of life does take a hold of us. And sometimes it can be a bit scary.

In all honesty, the relationship I have with my parents at the moment could definitely use some brighter colors (probably always has.) For a number of different reasons, but as for now, I’m really trying to find a path of peace with this topic.  No matter what issues surround any relationship in our life, I’m starting to realize to begin with pointing out why they mattered so much in the first place.  It helps to center yourself, and to find a path of reconnection with those people.  Even if things aren’t so wonderful with certain people in our lives, remember the energy you gave- that’s all that matters after all.

I guess our ‘end’, it’s apart of life, it’s inevitable, and one of the many things we will deal with.  The universe has a beautiful way of showing us this because we have a chance to evaluate what matters and what we give back in return.  I suppose we just have to trust life will be brighter if we embrace a bit of reality and savor some of the truths that come with life.

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So yet another slight moment of growing and learning. Life is a magical thing, it truly is.  This week was definitely me re-remembering and consciously remaining humbled by how life throws us curveballs right on time.  Cheers to trying a bit more with (my parents) the people we love.

xo, til’ next loves.

Monday Morning Madness: Little Celebrations

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Like most moments of our lives, things seem to pass by so quickly and we begin to wonder where all the time has gone. How we ended up in a particular place and it almost can begin to feel like life has a certain domino effect to it.  This has definitely been a theme to my thoughts lately, just thinking about how it’s already about to be the end of August and my birthday (i.e. October in 2 months, what?!) is about to be around the corner. I think this year has been the quickest year to date, but so far it’s been an amazing one.  

 This past weekend was about celebrating that last bits of summer and also welcoming new opportunities writing-wise, and other ideas, etc…that I’m looking forward to.  I will be posting pictures soon of Charleston, too! Anyhow, lately life handed me this thought; It’s so easy to become excited about where things are headed at times that we begin to completely (and almost unconsciously) dismiss those moments where we didn’t feel like we had any great ‘grand’ ideas, or had a goal that seemed almost untouchable at one point.  I suppose I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the meeting of those two phases in life. I’m at a place where I can see behind me- and I can see in front me.  It’s a fabulous feeling, even if things don’t work out. I suppose this is another phase of being in your 20s, and for me, just about mid-20s. Serious gasp, after that one.  But you know? It’s actually lovely to feel the ground not be quite as shaky.  I emphasize ‘quite’- but it’s a step.  Is this a just-about-mid-20s thought?  Ah, anyhow- this was me celebrating this somewhat ‘meeting place’ of my life, so far, this morning.  A new little routine I’m taking up…now.  You know how I’m all about the little things that make life feel a bit more like Wonderland. And p.s…it’s a dangerously delicious, and simple, combination- so beware.

 I mean, really, what’s better than strawberries, goat cheese, and cinnamon graham crackers?

 I would love to know- what are some of your small, yet magical, routines to celebrate life wanders? xoxo.

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Friendship in Your 20s: The ‘Other’ Relationship.

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 I’ve been thinking lately, in our 20s we are swarmed with about eighteen different emotions on any normal day. Sometimes it’s like the best day ever, indeed, could consist of nothing but hard liquor, black candles, and a hot tub to melt our troubles away. We have a lot on our plates, but relationships become one of the toughest topics to unlock. There is so much refiguring and reexamining, that we often times feel as though we are the Upper East Side’s concrete sidewalks- getting water pressure blasted on a daily basis, and no one really has a good answer as to why. We only know some mumbled answer that sounds something like, “We’re…cleaning”, it’s like, but it’s sidewalk? Or in our case, “But, we’re about to have a mental breakdown, must this constant blast be continuous?” Once a week would suffice.

Anyhow, on top of everything else that’s going on from careers to love, we find ourselves…friendless? Perhaps, that is a bit of an overstatement, but rather friendships that really just, well, aren’t the same anymore. As if we haven’t been blasted enough, here’s one more ‘mark?’ on the sidewalk of life… Continue reading “Friendship in Your 20s: The ‘Other’ Relationship.”

“With Liquid Sunshine, She Smiled.” (writings, and a little love for your friday.)

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Today, was mostly working on a few things writing-wise and way too much coffee. Lots of swarming of ideas…and people and places. Which I can’t really complain besides the fact that sometimes writing brings about so many emotions and ideas that you just can’t write fast enough. Anyhow, I figured I would share a piece with you guys…which will probably become a reg’ here on the Pure and Pink Elephant. It’s funny how sometimes characters and such, can come to you so vividly and you want to capture them, but it’s so much at once that you probably just have a bunch of puzzle pieces unshapely together- that’s probably quite the case with this piece, so it’s definitely a rough draft. However, it’s a part of the lovely process. Anyhow, I hope the weekend is about to meet you well and you have lots of sun and lovely meetings/bouts ahead :). Oh, and ps…this whole ‘signals’ thing from the Universe is real…I randomly captured this shot yesterday (although I can’t seem to get it bigger?) of these two children completely content and drawing with chalk, it just felt like a must. And then, this morning this little piece came to me, how ironic is that? If you listen to the Universe, things will surely start to fit, I think that’s becoming a theme here lately. Enjoy my loves! Talk soon xoxo.

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With Liquid Sunshine, She Smiled

On some days the world had no real love affair with the lives that inhibited it, they were just plain, ordinary, people crowding into the masses. In tiny places- in big places. The Universe knew they had no real sense of where they were truly heading, just a direction they knew they were supposed to follow. Their emotions all ricocheted into the the air, getting lost somewhere where time and love and money didn’t exist, or perhaps just didn’t matter anymore. It wasn’t to say the World didn’t care, because it did. Yet, it was silly to think the World wouldn’t become jaded, just like anyone else would, after all the chances it gives. Like anything, everything has a purpose- it just so happens the World had a much bigger responsibility than most, and all those emotions that constantly shattered against her was sure to be overwhelming.

However, the World knew that through the plastic static rhythm of their days, which many were trapped in, there were signals that must be given to them to help them see the beautiful life that was just out of reach. They sometimes got it confused with raw material, but that was something the World had come to expect with modern times. Now, these signs were not always big, and red, and loud- nor, were they small, and white, and mousy. In fact, the signs were mere moments that either passed by, or were recognized. It was an array of colorful moments, and simplicity, all thrashed against one another. If only they could see the pattern from up here- all those chances- all those beautiful, simple, moments.

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A sharp screech sounded against the harsh, rusty, tracks. Allaine bobbed along, carefully highlighting the book in her hand while skimming over the words that now seemed to jumble together at this point. She paused for a moment, bored. Eyeing her way down the train to see if anyone was people-watching worthy; outfits, books, and most importantly, conversations- were her normal go-to’s. And anything love-induced, so she could wallow in her own non-existent love life. The regular stared back at her; music venues, lost tourists, and slight sadness. Disappointed at the options, she briefly met eyes with the two little girls across from her. Both were dressed in neatly tailored clothing, designer backpacks, patented Miu Miu oxfords, and immersed in an astounding conversation for ten year olds. Something about travel plans for the summer ‘holiday’. Allaine stared down at her own messy muse, half-laughing by the end of her reflection recollection in the window behind them. It wasn’t all that bad, she coaxed herself, staring down at the coffee she split on her jeans earlier while nonchalantly rearranging her hair, and hopefully her life.’The Universe put forth that irony in a devious and absolutely brilliant sense of peace’, she thought comically to herself. ‘Ten years olds and their worldly travel and trendy attire, I almost definitely will need a drink’, she packed up her book bag and headed for the platform.

She had worried all day about the decision that was sure to change her life, but an odd sense of comfort replaced her worry, she imagined all her feelings falling upwards into the unknown. Everything just disappearing, except for perhaps a beach and a bar. Only leaving behind a certain simplicity to life and maybe illuminate just…the good about a person. She felt a little lighter for some reason, ‘Maybe a place where time and love and money didn’t exist’, but there was no way the World would have such a thought. ‘Damn’, she wandered through her mind, ‘I just need a sign.’ 

She shuffled through the recognizable strangers of her neighborhood stop and emerged from beneath the world onto the corner of a cemented Brooklyn street. It was tree-lined, but hard. It had been a place of captivating richness, and had plenty of stories to tell. Which is why Allaine knew it was perfect for her. The stories always seemed to swing into the air, lazy, and hoping for someone to catch them. And Allaine hoped they would pick her to do so.

She started down the usual path- past the coffee shop, past the bodega, past the three men who were always sitting at a table in what looked like the middle of the street. Entertained and enticed by a thrilling game of Chess and rambunctious gossip. Allaine knew she didn’t feel much at times, but she could feel the vibes and the rhythm of humanity all around her here. It was July, and she felt the embrace of the warm sun touching her face as she began the walk home, it was a catalyst. A soft, yet chaotic laugh, emerged from her soul. She didn’t know quite where it came from, but she imagined it was a laugh of perhaps a certain independence, and gain, and maybe, just maybe- a subtle feeling of somewhat lose of mind. Only some of the familiar strangers took the time to look her way…to observe such a raw moment that would play back only as a mere nanosecond of the record of her life. It amused her actually, the looks of misunderstanding faces- for they were just static muses in the backdrop. ‘So what if they think I’ve lost my mind?’, she softly spoke to herself, ‘Perhaps I have?’

She shyly felt the laughter stop and from the moment, began retracing her steps back to the straight and narrow street. Ironically remembering the ten year olds and coming back down to reality, yet with a new sense of irrational composure. As she walked, she began to think about how funny it is that life gives you something- anything, to hold onto and it’s your decision to take it and stay sane, or to emerge into a life of madness.

She kept walking and something hit her,’The kids must have been out here again this morning since the rain washed everything away last night.’ She walked along slowly- oddly captivated today by the children’s work. She admired the mis-shaped colorful chalk all down the block, the reflection each one seemed to beam back into the sun. Beautifully disorganized, and carefully crafted; all the smiles, bright neons, and such a sheer happiness that reflected only out of a soft childhood demeanor. There was no way this could get lost in the Universe, the Universe must see this as some sort of…purpose- and meaning- in all our disarray down here. How our lives have become, so drained and stale and tired. Allaine had the first clear thought of her day, to simply feel this moment. She didn’t know why this particular moment, it didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary, but it was something she recognized. In an instant a thrash of tears started to take form, it was as if she was viewing life again for the first time. A new Chance. And all it took was a ten minute subway ride with two little girls and a box of chalk.

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The World saw Allaine, and with something like a liquid sunshine, she smiled. She had listened to the quiet hum of my song, the World thought, she had felt the simplicity of at least a part of why they are here. To feel, and to love, and to tell a story. Even when I’m sometimes jaded myself. The World looked at it’s pattern and one more colorful, brilliant, beautiful moment, simply appeared.