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.

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Tuesday Inspiration…

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Even when you spill coffee down your (awesome) brand new shirt, or someone is rude for no reason, or your boss has underestimated you- there is always a simple remedy to rise above; the thoughts we carry, even so. xoxo lots of love for your Tuesday, dears. You’re lovely.

In My Cup: Weekend Wonders

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This weekend felt very…fast. Is tomorrow really…Monday? Ah, sadly yes. So, today was about getting a couple things together for a job interview that is on Tuesday (fingers crossed) and searching for apartments (again), and trying to remind myself that life is a bigger place than I could ever imagine- I’m just a tiny piece in a greater picture. Somehow, I find a lot of good vibes from that thought. Little worries of mine, could be someone else’s blessings- I often try to tell myself this, because it’s so true. I always find myself thinking of little details that need to be done here and there, and then get all stressed. When really, if I truly think about it…my ‘worries’ are so mediocre. Some people in this world would be blessed to call my ‘worries’…well, true worries. So, I’ve been trying to actively remind myself this, every single day. It’s a peaceful reminder, and I’m definitely working on consciously gaining more depth in this thought process. Isn’t it crazy to think our state of mind is truly…everything? The way we think, is the way our life takes place in front of us. Craziness. Anyhow, I figured this post would be relevant as we start the work week tomorrow. With that- grace and love to you dears. xoxo. Here are a few things in my cup that have been simply nice, recently:

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 {my good-luck handmade ‘love’ earrings that I bought last year from the sweetest lady, pretty sure they’re full of positive karma}

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{morning latte + lipstick: a forever classic combo}

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 {hello next DIY project, probably for more of my 1000 old candle holders via Miss Renaissance}

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 {dairy is usually a moderation thing for me, but what is better than tomatoes and mozzarella?}

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 {keeping in touch with your ex: Do or Don’t? via my article last week}

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{found a candid photograph of a little girl that I took in nyc a couple months ago…}

I loved how happy she was, for no particular reason. Ah, the life lessons we can remember when we look at children- how delicate and easily impressed they are. Good reminder as Monday approaches. xoxo, loves.

A Laugh For Your Sunday…

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‘No Cats Allowed, Just Not Cats.’

So…my best friend’s, sister-in-law’s, little girl (mouthful, yes.) painted this to hang on her bedroom door after having a disagreement with her pet cat ‘Phenix’…she’s four. I don’t think I’ve laughed this hard in quite a moment. Can’t we all just do this when we have a disagreement with someone in real, grown-up, life? ‘No Bosses, Just Not Bosses.’ I vote yes (haha). xoxo.

Smell The Roses; and other Life Lessons.

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Through a child’s eyes the world has little faults. To be simply living and breathing and laughing can make up for a kaleidoscope of troubles and hardships. I always reflect on this when life gets a little overwhelming for me. And believe me, I reflect a lot these days. We often somehow drift very far from our beginning, those roots that once kept us grounded in the pastel-lit summer breeze of our childhood- eventually sways away and we begin trying to fit jagged puzzle pieces together, a mold and creation of what we hope ends up looking like our ‘self’. It’s funny really if you sit and think about it, hell, you probably become too involved in your own mind and drive yourself crazy (much like someone I know, guilty.)- but I’ve been trying to make this ‘puzzle’ a swift trial-and-error kinda’ ordeal, rearranging what’s ‘important’ and what ‘I need to be doing’. Hence, my absence for the past bit on my lovely blog-o-space. I’ve been writing lists and marching around the internet trying to ‘get things done’, and half the time I end up realizing I’m not even completely sure what I’ve actually gotten done. Or, even better, what I’m doing. I’m also a list kinda’ girl, and if you are like me, it’s like random tiny notebooks take an Aladdin-type aura and swarm around me at all hours of the day, some filed with tiny to-do’s, other’s with, like, hilarious ten-step plans for me to be able to sip some sort of iced tea in a decent sized backyard that has flowing assortments of lemon, orange, and avocado trees, and I’m in some marvelous, flowing, white attire practicing ‘enlightenment’ and meditation. Also, I’ve helped the world in some decent, awesome, way and I have no worries because I am able to give back to the world and I get to write all the time about people’s awesome lives as a real big girl job- so everything is peaceful and lovely. It’s like, can that just happen? Ah, my life. Someday.

Anyhow, that’s where I’ve been loves. Fishing for my dreams. Oh, being 23… I’m hoping I’m not the only craze in this gen’?  It felt appropriate to write today about this, especially in light of ‘throwback thursday’, and my already (somewhat) jaded self above (haha).

I’m slowly trying not to be a human cartoon, with all the running and feeling like I’ve past the same scenery…23 times. I think if we all admit it- it’s a part of the whole ‘molding self’ ordeal. Like a right of passage or some way the Universe gets a laugh when it gets bored being so old and such. So I’ll hand it to him, half the time my life does slightly feel like a comedy, but perhaps we just have to take it as a good thing, and laugh with it. Fitting puzzle pieces together swiftly isn’t really working for me, so I figure I’ll just keep writing about the trail and error and lovely things, and somehow everything will simply be okay.

So I’m smelling the roses and keeping up just doing what I love to do, and with that you can’t go wrong. I was actually thinking about this very statement last week when I was visiting my grandmother’s home at the beach- and I figured I would share. She passed away about a year ago, but she was one of those people that always made you feel like life, indeed, wasn’t falling apart. She was born in 1920, so I always figured her advice was hierarchy to all the rest, wouldn’t you? Especially when I first had my ‘beginning-life-crisis’ in the very beginning of my twenties. She was always a big believer in things working out, and keeping light on ‘the little things’. So, a couple weeks ago I posted this from a picture I took while walking around one day. The quote I thought of just kinda’ stuck, and ever since I’ve been trying to really pay attention to everything around me because I think we are given little signs everyday, to show us we really do have a purpose, and someone is always there. Anyhow, it’s always hard going to South Carolina knowing she won’t be there to cheer me up or give me wonderful life advice, but I was sitting in the sun one day- stressing and worrying particularly at that very moment-and suddenly noticed her favorite roses were blooming in one particular spot. Right about that time, a red cardinal flew in right beneath them…I scrambled around quietly like a spazz for a chance to get a picture- and I got it just before he flew off. It didn’t end up being the clearest shot, but I caught it, and that was enough. Needless to say, even in its somewhat blurriness, it will have a lovely place on a wall somewhere in my home sometime in the very near future. I figured with something so ironic and beautiful (story and all), it has to have a more permanent space in my life.

So, maybe you’re in my boat, or something like it- so it’s a nice reminder to share with you, loves; we’re always apart of something bigger, than ourselves, than our worries, than the things that maybe bring us down sometimes. So, I suppose this post is kind of a kickoff to summer posts, and thoughts, and fashion, and food, and faith? (who knows, anything goes), and ponders, and all sorts of loveliness. From me…then, and now.

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