Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Bidding 2013 farewell.

Dear 2013,
My go-to look for 2013. Acne and all.
You were a real doozy, you know that? I'm not even going to sugarcoat it because you didn't sugarcoat any experience that you threw my way. In fact, I'm rather suspicious that your whole goal wasn't to try and break my spirit. (Spoiler alert: you didn't.)

Days spent with my Munich Munchkins were full of Love.
January brought with it snow. Lots and lots of snow. And then a handsome Frenchman whose presence hit me like a hurricane. And whose damage after it ran its course left considerable damage. But during the whirlwind of a romance I had setup camp on cloud nine. Nearly breaking ground on a foundation. (Seriously, the concrete was ordered, ready to lay.)

I'll truly never forget this Karnival. Holding hands and running around this day was perfect.
February was nearly perfect. In hindsight, much better for other reasons than noticed at the time.

This day was a milestone. Unknown at the time.
March. March was a real mess. Most spent in tears. Crippling sadness spent in bed, a million miles from home.

My mom came to visit!
But April rolled around and somehow, little by little, I was able to pull myself together.

I visited my friends + family in Northern Germany and it was perfect.
And snuggled my nieces and nephews.
May and June were spent coddling my tender heart back home.

Koenigsee with new dear friends.
July was an absolute shit show. In the greatest of ways. So many friends were made. An incredible amount of adventures were had. Even though it brought with the theft of my cell phone and a chipped tooth, it was a monumental month for the year. My whole energy shifted, a new mood settled in the air, and being independent felt incredible.

I had both the world's greatest roommates, and the world's greatest balcony. Le sigh.
August came with one of the most devastating blows in regards to dreams go. But I learned that a career does not define you, and your dreams are not set in stone. Everything is perpetually changing. And so are God's plans for us.

Too many beers were drunken with new friends from all over the world. (Danes above.)
September was absolutely perfect. After coming to terms with what the rest of the year held (moving back to the States) and taking time to relish in my new friendships, the unknown became less scary to me. I met it halfway, grabbed its hand and said "Alright then, let's go!"

I bid Munich farewell in fashion.
October threw me for a loop, with many perks, as well as many nights of tears. But I survived. We always do.

And a few school programs to attend.
November was riddled with anxiety, more so than usual, and I had to come to terms with it. Taking things hour by hour is sometimes how you get by. And it saved me in so many ways.

Never enough laughs with friends.
December. Oh, December. You're always a box of surprises. You weren't terrible. You weren't great though by any means. You have this way of magnifying the hurt while everything around you glows with hope, quite literally. 

Babies make Christmas so much more fun.

2013, we made it. You tried your best to keep me down, but here I am. Ready and feisty as ever to jump into 2014 with nothing but hope.

You've made your presence known. That things can change in an instant and the world owes you nothing. You've made lessons hard, and tests harder. But you're done here.

But before we bid adieu, there's one last thing:

Thank you. For the times of utter bliss, the times of adventure, and, even the times you walked right over me while I was down. I got up. And now I'm stronger, smarter, and ready for whatever 2014 throws my way.

And you know what, it's going to be so good. Everything that brought me here will be worth it. Every single sadness.

Love ya, but I won't miss ya,
see this .gif.


Breathe, my friend. You are not old, you are young. You are not a mess, you are normal. Extraordinary, perhaps. In the blink of an eye your life will change. And it will continue to change for decades to come. Enjoy it, embrace it… be grateful for the ride. You are not old, you are young. And faith will get you everywhere. Just you wait. — Abby Larson

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Sunday, December 29, 2013

{Quote of the Week.}

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Tuesday, December 17, 2013

{Quote of the Week.}

“Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.” -Finn Butler
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Monday, December 9, 2013

{Quote of the Week.}

"Advent is about waiting, anticipating, yearning. Advent is the question, the pleading, and Christmas is the answer to that question, the response to the howl. There are moments in this season when I don't feel a lot like Christmas, but I do feel like Advent." -Shauna Niequist

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Saturday, December 7, 2013


and you can say, oh darling,
       that you don't feel that way;

but as long as you're walking and breathing

                                                                           your actions don't match what you say.

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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Quotes for this particular season of my life. || December 2013.

“Most of us are so enthralled with the scary tigers in our minds—our stories about loneliness, rejection, grief, worthlessness—that we don’t realize they are in the past. They can’t hurt us anymore. 
We are protecting ourselves from losses that have already happened. 
It’s possible to come back. To see the life we have now. To take in the its goodness. Our goodness.”
— Geneen Roth
“Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.”
— Andrew Boyd
I scraped away at the frost of my past and saw the clarity of my future through the panes of my heart, and I saw you there, standing with such beauty; I will never forget the day that I learned to love again.
— T.B. LaBerge
What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.
— Rainbow Rowell
“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.”
― C. JoyBell C.
“The grace of God means something like: Here is your life. You might never have been, but you are because the party wouldn't have been complete without you.”
― Frederick Buechner
“I want to get more comfortable being uncomfortable. I want to get more confident being uncertain. I don’t want to shrink back just because something isn’t easy. I want to push back, and make more room in the area between I can’t and I can.”
— Kristin Armstrong
“The best kind of people are the ones that come into your life, and make you see the sun where you once saw clouds. The people that believe in you so much, you start to believe in you too. The people that love you, simply for being you. The once in a lifetime kind of people.”
— Unknown
“I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger.”
― John Steinbeck
“I just want to be me—I just want to be useful and… content. I want to stop wondering if I’ll ever feel whole and just be whole. I want to have a purpose, one that I can look at without feeling like I’m less than I was.”
— Eilis O’Neal
I want you to be happy. I want you to laugh a lot. I don’t know what exactly I’ll be able to do for you, but I’ll always be by your side.
— Unknown



P.S. I read and cherish ever single one of your comments. In case you thought I didn't; I do. And I am so thankful for them; for you.
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Monday, December 2, 2013

{Quote of the Week.}

A serious girl, when she finds someone who calms her spirit and quiets her busy thoughts, will love you so fiercely, it will defy even her own logic and reasoning.- Unknown.

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Thursday, November 28, 2013


Thanksgiving 2013.

And thanks will never be strong enough a word to convey what I feel. All I know is that I believe in my story, and I believe in yours. The fact it's a story in motion, a story of healing and change, a story for which I am forever thankful.


If you're reading this, if there's air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, we all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren't finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal, change, and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are stories still going, you and I. We are stories still going.Jamie Tworkowski 
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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

A cure for restlessness.

November 1, 2013. Kansas City.

I fear I've no proper title for this post. "Cure" is a bit too promising. Maybe "ways to help" would be more fitting. But I like it. And so there's that.

Getting on with it...

Of course, as expected, coming back from Munich has left me with a sense of restlessness. It's hard to go from everyday being an absolute adventure, full of new words and people, to something a little bit more routine. But it's all about perspective. Because a few weeks ago I found myself lost in downtown Kansas City and I could have very well been in a foreign city, I was so lost. But it was beautiful, and I stopped and took a picture. Because this was the Kansas City I grew up in. There's so much of it I have yet to see. Isn't that kind of amazing? My whole life, and yet, this little block I'd never registered in my memory. Or maybe, living abroad for two years is what it took for me to notice these things. It's as if you have to leave in order to come home and see what's really there.

But, as per usual, I have a soul that's always longing to wander. One of my very favorite songs -- Anchor by Mindy Gledhill -- has a line that says "I am nearly world renowned / As a restless soul who always skips town" and the first time I heard that line it struck a chord deep within my heart. It definitely spoke to me. As cheesy, and pun-ny as it sounds. I am a restless soul. That's the truth.

I am, however, in a Season of transition, a time of learning and growing and preparation. I'm not sure what for exactly, but I just know that this is a vital time during which is so important for me to be patient and learn what fuels my soul.

So far I have learned the following:

A "cure for restlessness"
if you will:
Tea. Even if you have to microwave the water because you don't have a kettle nor the desire to buy one... yet. 
Books. All kinds. All topics. All the books. 
Frasier. Or whatever happens to be your TV fix as of late. On repeat. Every night as you fall asleep. 
Gratitude. And expressing it. 
Writing letters. The good, old-fashioned, stick a stamp on it, push it through the mail slot kind. 
Water. Lots. I prefer sparkly now because Germany was bound to get me hooked, and that it did. 
Music. As often as you can. As loud as plausible. Singing along. (This mix is wonderful.)

(And: I'm trying to memorize my favorite poems. This is one.) 

by Mary Oliver

May I never not be frisky,
May I never not be risque,

May my ashes, when you have them, friend,
and give them to the ocean,

leap and froth of the waves,
still loving movement,

still ready, beyond all else,
to dance for the world.

“The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself.” ― C. JoyBell C.

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Monday, November 25, 2013

{Quote of the Week.}

“...Some moment happens in your life that you say yes right up to the roots of your hair, that makes it worth having been born just to have happen. Laughing with somebody till the tears run down your cheeks. Waking up to the first snow. Being in bed with somebody you love... whether you thank god for such a moment or thank your lucky stars, it is a moment that is trying to open up your whole life. If you turn your back on such a moment and hurry along to business as usual, it may lose you the ball game. If you throw your arms around such a moment and hug it like crazy, it may save your soul.”  ― Frederick Buechner

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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

You Deserve To Be Happy.

After writing all day at work, once I get home I long to have a delicious dinner, catch up with friends, and unwind while watching Frasier (my go-to show as of late). I'm sorry I have yet to create a proper schedule wherein I plan for work-related writing and blog/self-related writing.

And, to be honest, I have also been having a rather hard time with my anxiety and depression, which makes doing the slightest of tasks feel impossible. But, with my new lamp for some extra Vitamin D, time asking for help, learning to have more Faith, and taking myself off the hook**, day by day old joy comes back to me. (I love that line.) 

In the meantime, I have been referring to this list, most often opting for No.1--however, sending the notes I write. There's something about putting down your words in your handwriting, and knowing the letter will be found by the ones you love, their hands holding the same paper you held only a few days prior. However, I have done many of the other ideas listed, and they have helped immensely (as has that lamp!).
When you’re sad:
by thewastedgeneration
1. Write letters to the people you love. Don’t seal them; don’t send them. Instead, stick them between the pages of library books.
2. Eat raspberries off your fingertips.
3. Venture outside and observe natural life. Watch a honey bee suck the nectar from lavender plants. Watch a snail slowly make its way towards the shade of a tree. Watch a hummingbird innocently fly above your head. Realize how insignificant you are.
4. Smile at strangers; say hello. It will improve their day and your own.
5. Write lists. They can be about anything.
6. Read several pages of the dictionary. Learn new words. Write down the ones you wish to remember.
7. Never feel compelled to apologize when you don’t feel sorry. It’s okay that you’re honest. It’s okay that you have a different opinion from someone else.
8. Read books and watch movies from your childhood. A healthy dose of nostalgia is okay. Immerse yourself in your past innocence.
9. Walk to a park and get on a swing. Go as high as you can; feel limitless. The world is yours.
10. Eat if you’re hungry. Food is not the enemy. You are a human and need food to survive. You deserve to eat. Put those raspberries on your fingers and sprinkle sugar on your tongue. Taste the summer breeze and sweet aroma of jasmine flowers.
11. Don’t marinate in your sadness. You are not a steak. You are a person; you’re irreplaceable. Open yourself up to contentment. Bathe in the rivers of Glee. Go for hikes with Satisfaction. Sleep in a warm cocoon of blankets with Bliss. Let endless happiness overcome your hopeless sadness. You deserve to be happy. If life is a game and you are the referee, be biased for once and let happiness win.

**I just finished Help Thanks Wow, and it was a much-needed boost. This quote really stood out to me: My priest friend Bill Rankin said that through prayer, we take ourselves off the hook and put God on the hook, where God belongs. When you’re on the hook, you’re thrashing, helpless, furious, like a smaller kid lifted by the seat of his pants by a mean big kid. Jesus, on the literal hook of the cross, says to God, “Help,” and God enters into every second of the Passion like a labor nurse.
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Monday, November 18, 2013

{Quote of the Week.}

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Sunday, November 17, 2013


One day I’ll give birth to a tiny baby girl
and when she’s born she’ll scream
and I’ll tell her to never stop.

I will kiss her before I lay her down at night
and will tell her a story so she knows
how it is and how it must be for her to survive.

I’ll tell her to set things on fire
and keep them burning
I’ll teach her that fire will not consume her
that she must use it.

Nicole Blackman, excerpt from “Daughter”
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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

{Quote of the Week.}

“Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.”Alice Walker, Living by the Word

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Wednesday, November 6, 2013

A letter from President Reagan to his son, with love.

This letter from President Reagan to his son was too wonderful not to share.
I hope you're having a wonderful week. xo-

Michael Reagan
Manhattan Beach, California
June 1971 
Dear Mike: 
Enclosed is the item I mentioned (with which goes a torn up IOU). I could stop here but I won't. 
You've heard all the jokes that have been rousted around by all the "unhappy marrieds" and cynics. Now, in case no one has suggested it, there is another viewpoint. You have entered into the most meaningful relationship there is in all human life. It can be whatever you decide to make it. 
Some men feel their masculinity can only be proven if they play out in their own life all the locker-room stories, smugly confident that what a wife doesn't know won't hurt her. The truth is, somehow, way down inside, without her ever finding lipstick on the collar or catching a man in the flimsy excuse of where he was till three A.M., a wife does know, and with that knowing, some of the magic of this relationship disappears. There are more men griping about marriage who kicked the whole thing away themselves than there can ever be wives deserving of blame. There is an old law of physics that you can only get out of a thing as much as you put in it. The man who puts into the marriage only half of what he owns will get that out. Sure, there will be moments when you will see someone or think back to an earlier time and you will be challenged to see if you can still make the grade, but let me tell you how really great is the challenge of proving your masculinity and charm with one woman for the rest of your life. Any man can find a twerp here and there who will go along with cheating, and it doesn't take all that much manhood. It does take quite a man to remain attractive and to be loved by a woman who has heard him snore, seen him unshaven, tended him while he was sick and washed his dirty underwear. Do that and keep her still feeling a warm glow and you will know some very beautiful music. If you truly love a girl, you shouldn't ever want her to feel, when she sees you greet a secretary or a girl you both know, that humiliation of wondering if she was someone who caused you to be late coming home, nor should you want any other woman to be able to meet your wife and know she was smiling behind her eyes as she looked at her, the woman you love, remembering this was the woman you rejected even momentarily for her favors. 
Mike, you know better than many what an unhappy home is and what it can do to others. Now you have a chance to make it come out the way it should. There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps. 
P.S. You'll never get in trouble if you say "I love you" at least once a day.

via the beautiful blog, Letters of Note
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Monday, November 4, 2013

{Quote of the Week.}

"And the best thing you might be able to do today is get outside, thank the skies for this day, and be the best darn broken piece of lovely you can be. Broken loveliness is the world’s most common language. We all speak it so we might as well get fluent." -Hannah Brencher
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Monday, October 28, 2013

Updates and rambles.

I've been swimming in words lately, lapping them up every chance I get. Audio books on the way to work. Reading and writing at work. More audio books on the way home. Reading books about words. Books about books. I absolutely love it. But putting my own thoughts down, letting them trickle out here and there, well that has been rather impossible lately.

It's most likely because I don't want to be alone with my own words. My words and thoughts that are scratching and clawing, ravaging to get out. Meanwhile shaking up all my thoughts and shattering the sentences I had perfectly constructed in my mind, ready to compose here.

So here they are. In all their shook-up glory. Perhaps it's best if I just update you as best I can with the words I have to offer you today...

I started a new job. I love it. I'm a copywriter. I get to be creative all day long and collaborate with brilliant creatives and allow the buzz in the air -- the kind of buzz you feel in a newsroom, or perhaps a science lab, anywhere ideas are coming to life -- to fuel my soul. It's the kind of job I dreamt of having. And here I am. Blessed.

I'm in Kansas City, close to family, friends, and the world's greatest BBQ. I've got no gripes on that front (though I ache endlessly for my Munich). But here's where I am. Right now. Where God had me scheduled to be. On his own timetable.

But, of course, things are complicated. I've started accepting that unconventional routes are my soul's favorite and that, so far, they've led me to wonderful adventures. This route is a bit more familiar, but nonetheless new and allowing for so much growth to be had.

And, last but not least, there's a boy. (There's always a boy, it seems.) No, I take that back. There's a man. I say man because he differs so much from the boys of my relationships past. But he's far away from me (for now) and I'm far away from him (for now) so it makes it a bit more complicated. Where it'll lead, well, who knows? But I pray somewhere great; somewhere wonderful. All in time, I suppose.

Besides having this song on repeat, I'm just taking it one day at a time. That's all a gal can do, after all.


Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.
—  Alice Walker, Living by the Word
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{Quote of the Week.}

You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.-Miriam Adeney
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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

{Quote of the Week.}

Everybody dies, but so few truly live. I am choosing to be one of those few. I am choosing to be wild, to be free, to wake up each morning and grab life with both hands. I am choosing to explore the world in all of its beauty. I am choosing to surrender to life, to love, to laughter, to friendship. I am choosing to let go of the past and stop worrying about the future. I am choosing freedom. I am choosing to live.-unknown.

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Sunday, October 20, 2013

With a little help from friends.

A few weeks ago I received an email from a dear reader who was going through a heartbreak. She asked me for advice--which is beyond flattering--and this is the reply I came up with (after many drafts). I hope it helped her, I know that it managed to helped me.

Dearest darling, 
First of all, a big BIG hug to you. This heartache your feeling is raw, and you're such a tender soul right now. Take a second to breath, and know that you are SO loved by so many people. You got that, sister? Ok? Ok. :) 
Secondly, oh boys. And I say boys because I dated someone who sounds crazy similar to your boy -- and that's exactly how they behaved -- like boys. But we accept it, because we think they will turn into men sooner than later and the sad part is, sometimes they take years! Or never even grow up! But you can't let him stop YOUR growing because of his own issues.
Oh the being in a happier place than your significant other. Such a situation I have found myself in, as well. It's hard, because you and I are caring, encouraging people. We see them and think: Hey! You're doing great! Keep climbing! And they see us and hear: Oh hurry up! What's taking so long! Which is not at all what we mean. But again, they are boys who don't think like logical men.  
This may be the hardest part of all, but I am telling you this from the side of the heartbroken: cut off all communication. Hide his Facebook updates, delete his number from your phone, and try and explain to your friends that  you need to be away from him until you feel better.  In my humble opinion staying friends so fresh after a breakup never, ever works. With two of my exes--both of which I was head-over-heels--they responded to none of my reaching out to them after the breakup. I found this to be cruel cruel cruel. But, three years later, I saw one of them and thanked him for this time of healing. I THANKED HIM! Because he knew that it would just drag the process out longer.  It's like ripping off a band-aid. You either do it slowly and feel every singe of pain for each individual piece,  or you rip that puppy off and get it over with! I highly recommend the latter. 
I also want to point out that when things get serious, it terrifies boys, because they aren't used to feeling such strong emotions! So, to protect themselves, I am of the opinion that they run from anything to keep themselves from getting hurt. But this is not your fault, nor is it mine. It's just the nature of the beast. 
Take some time for you, let him see that if he really wants space, you'll give it to him, and let him see that the pain of losing you isn't worth it! And, if he still is scared, he's not the one for you. You know that saying "let it go, if it comes back, it's yours; if not, it never was?" I find that to be quite true sometimes.  
I know you and he have a love that is between you two. It will always be there. And it will always be unique to you two. That's the best part about love, there's never the same love twice, so you'll always be in each other's hearts! 
I hope this helps a bit, dear friend. I know this is very hard to believe, but your heart will heal. It really will! And you'll be stronger for it. But in the meantime, embrace your emotions. Please don't drink them away, because that only turns them into monsters. And love, eat, and stay healthy. That is so hard to do--ask my friends and they'd tell ya I'm the worst when it comes to these things--but please do. Take a shower everyday and buy yourself a fantastic new nail polish or lipstick. One that reminds you every time you see it that you're healing!  
So much love to you and don't hesitate if you need to talk!
Big hugs!

And if you need to talk, I'm always here, dear readers.
After all, we're all in this together. 


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Monday, October 14, 2013

{Quote of the Week.}

What I really mean to say is that I hope you aren’t held back because of a number. And that you don’t rush into things because it feels like time is slipping by. I hope you do what’s right for you. Hold on. Slow down. And breathe in. Your age is your age. But more importantly, your life is your life. Don’t change your journey so that it matches someone else’s. We need to walk different paths so the whole world can be explored. Revel in the differences. And enjoy where you are. - Jessica of 'Today Was Meaningful'

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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Push on.

I arrived back in the States last week and while it's been wonderful reuniting with those I love here, I have probably never cried so much in my life as I did last week.

But all in but the time of a week so much has started changing, things are looking up. So I really, truly, honestly want to say to those of us hurting, don't give up. Please, please, believe that with time things will get better. Don't you dare give up. Push on, love.

If I can do it, my God, so can you.

P.S.. Oktoberfest photos to come, promise. xx

People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
But sometimes
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up

And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.

— Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them”
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Monday, October 7, 2013

{Quote of the Week.}

“Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald, A New Leaf
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Wednesday, October 2, 2013

{Quote of the Week.}

"Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark." - N’tima 

(Just something I think I'll keep on file. Such a great reminder.)
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Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Sponsor Love: Surfdome.


A few weeks ago I was contacted by Surfdomea fashion lifestyle retailer based in London. I was ecstatic that I was offered a chance to review one of the bags from their vast collection. I was immediately smitten with this cheeky red 'Mi-Pac' backpack, and was equally smitten when I received it in the mail only a few days later! 

It's the perfect size for day trips and have already used it heaps while exploring Munich and on my trip to Nuremburg. It has many compartments to keep your keys and chapstick organized from your map and books, making finding your ticket to stamp for the train effortless. Because if there is one thing I have learned about the key to having a stress-free trip, it's keeping organized. Trust me. ;)

To see more rad bags and hundreds of other chic apparel items, check out Surfdome.
Thanks Surfdome! 
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{Quote of the Week.}

"Even under the best of circumstances, there’s just something so damn tragic about growing up." - Jonathan Tropper
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Saturday, September 21, 2013

A day in Nürnberg.


I was kindly invited by some dear family friends to visit their beloved home of Nürnberg. (Known in English as Nuremberg.)

It is such a beautiful town that is bursting from its seams with history. I swear if its remaining city walls could talk, it'd have a million tales to tell. From its days as the 'unofficial Holy Roman Empire' to the infamous Nuremberg Trials, it's a city that has had its share of triumphs and travesties.

Walking around you feel as though it'd be no surprise to see a knight ride passed on his horse, or to see a something reminiscent of a town scene from Beauty and the Beast. (Yes, that was in France, but the town gives off a certain vibe one can't help but see the comparison.)

It also reminded me a lot of the town Rothenburg, which I was lucky enough to visit back in July of 2011.

Oh Germany, I can't help but adore you and every new treasure you share with me. I am going to miss you!
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