What do you do for yourself when you’re feeling sad? Do you have a ritual? Do you go for a run? Is there a phrase (or two, or three) that you repeat to yourself when you’re stressed and overwhelmed?
I’m always curious about what people do to make themselves feel safe and comfortable when Life is throwing curve balls, or bowling balls, or the kitchen sink at you.
I don’t have any mantras, per se. Maybe I should. The idea of having something soothing to repeat to myself during times of duress seems comforting. But maybe I’m more charmed by the idea of mantras than their actual use. Still, I have some sayings I turn to again and again when I’m feeling frustrated, small, or nitpicky–especially in regards to my career (or lackthereof).
When it comes to blogging, writing, or creating in general, I can be a bit of a perfectionist. And when the craft is done, I have a difficult time letting go of the mistakes and the flaws in my finished product. It’s not healthy for me to be comparing every aspect of my life to what I see on Pinterest. So that’s when these mantras come in handy.
I also really like this one below, since I tend to be pretty hard on myself about what I think I SHOULD HAVE accomplished already, but haven’t. Or when I’m reading blogs by really successful women and wondering why I’m not there yet. Continue reading
I just bought this watch and I am head over HEELS in love with it.
It’s so friggin’ gorgeous! Bought it from Urban Outfitters for a cool $30, thanks to an online code. (I’d post it, but it’s expired now). This purchase was worth every penny, since I’ve barely taken this watch off since I got it in the mail.
Wearing it makes me feel all summery and Bohemian and dreamy.
Here’s a (clearly professional and flawless) shot of me wearing the watch while simultaneously doing something weird with my fingers.
I have obviously missed my calling. Should’ve studied photography ;-)
Do you guys have accessories that you’re obsessing over lately?
I’m coming in fresh from a fantastic weekend with the boyfriend! Hope your end o’ week breaks were just as rewarding.
Stuff that was awesome this weekend, in list format
*Watching ‘Hit and Run’ on Netflix.
*Super late night Burger King runs
*Sampling some delicious Dreadnaught IPA from Three Floyds Brewing Co
*Bumming around downtown Chicago
Up and coming posts to look for this week
*More on that health & weightloss journey I’m trying to make happen
*An accessory that I’m currently going ga ga over
*Possibly a post about hanging heavy stuff on the plaster walls in my apartment–we’ll see if that happens
DID YOU GUYS WATCH THE DOCTOR WHO SEASON FINALE??? WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS???????????????????
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When I first scanned the list of countries on the TEFL International website, I had no specifc designs on Costa Rica. It was simply the cheapest program offered in a Spanish-speaking country. What I didn’t know then was that choosing to do my intensive, month-long teaching class there would affect my life for the next year; that it would change me as a person and cause immeasurable growth in my personality and outlook on life.
But I didn’t know that then. I just wanted to speak Spanish, and I needed to do it on a budget.
It was September 2010. I had graduated college that May and spent 3 months writing greeting cards during an editorial internship that I had hoped would result in full time employment, but it didn’t pan out. After my internship, with nowhere to go, my brand new kitten and I moved back in with my parents. I spent my time blogging for a now defunct blog called The Girly Nerds, taking Zumba classes with my mom, and sending job applications into the void.
My decision to teach English abroad was the direct result of a very bad day. I needed a change. I needed OUT. So I blew almost my entire savings account on the month-long course in Costa Rica and got ready to travel. Before then, I’d never flown in an airplane alone. I’d never traveled out of the country alone. I’d never been south of Mexico. But I was in the moonlight months of 22, cocky, and teeming with excitement. I was ready to explore the world. Continue reading
Remember when schools would give you a Summer reading list? I went to public school, and I think our list was more a list of suggestions than a mandatory thing. Still, list or no list, as a kid I DEVOURED books all summer long.
There’s something about a warm, sunny day that makes me want to slap on some sunscreen and lounge on a blanket with a good book in my hand, and this summer will be no exception.
Here are a few of the books on my personal reading list:
- Speaker for the Dead – Orson Scott Card
- Nine Stories – J.D. Salinger**
- Franny and Zooey – J.D. Salinger**
- Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain
- Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
- Nerd Do Well – Simon Pegg
What’s on YOUR summer reading list?
My entire apartment is a work in progress, but the living room has consistently presented the biggest challenge for me. I have 12 foot high ceilings, so there’s a mass expanse of blank wall space just waiting to be filled–but with what?
I created this mood board using polyvore. Some of the stuff on there, such as the bar cart, the sofa, pillows, lamp, and blanket, are things I already own. The rest is on my wish list, or just decorative accents I’d like to add. The color scheme was inspired by this picture, as well as my general love for bright colors.
I’m trying to do 25 new, odd, and interesting things this year, since I’m 25. Some of my projects are simple and mundane, and others are a little more off the wall. These are my adventures.
Sooo this goal turned out more interesting than I had ever expected.
Since I returned home from Costa Rica, I’ve been toying with the idea of getting a Spanish tutor to help me improve (and retain) the Spanish skills I developed abroad. Even though I double majored in English and Spanish, I’m terribly self-conscious about my Spanish speaking skills. I’m not fluent (although I can communicate basic ideas with ease) and I very often feel that I didn’t deserve my Spanish degree.
Sometimes I even omit the fact that I majored in Spanish, as well as English, in college. It’s a lot easier than explaining how poor my Spanish skills are.
I do use my Spanish on the phone at work from time to time, and eventually one of my lovely co-workers noticed my Spanish proclivity and invited me to join her weekly Spanish Circle. Continue reading
Hey everyone! My Mini Travel Guide for Costa Rica is being featured on Yes and Yes today, so go check it out if you have a minute!
For those of you visiting from Yes and Yes, welcome!
Here’s a quick breakdown of some of my best Costa Rica-themed posts. I’ll be adding a few more in the coming weeks, as well. Feel free to ask me some questions in the comments.
My trip to the Monteverde Cloud Forest Preserve (with plenty of photos)
How to do laundry in Costa Rica
Some pictures of my apartment in Costa Rica (and also some zombie-related goofiness)
Welcome to my blog everyone!
Here’s a poem I wrote several years ago, when I was in college.
drunken musing, mind wanders a straight curve to you i keep losing thoughts, like a mental record skipping when i stumble on cracks in the sidewalk. my eyes will travel along the dusky ivy that clings frantic and childlike to the crumbling walls of that abandoned store. i could scale those purpling tendrils to the height of the city, where i can canter 'cross the starlight, toss my body, straight n' bare-backed into the countless loveletters i wrote you: they will swallow me whole, more completely than your bedclothes ever would allow. my bubblebaths full of cherryblossoms are too syrupy for you. The lather too pink and feminine, the way i clasp for your hand but fall through your fingers. Your bravado leaves me with empty palms cupped to catch rain drops when the sky tastes cold and grey, and clouds wisp across the horizon searching for something more meaningful. Grab a sweater! I always tell myself the temperature is often fickle in an Indiana springtime. when we walked, knitting our hands used to be easier than cocooning myself in that tattered old scarf on my way out the door.