When it smells like Autumn…

Lorelai Gilmore had a special gift. As soon as she smelled snow, her and her daughter Rory Gilmore would look up at the sky and almost within that instant as they peered above, snow would sift down dusting their coats and scarves.

That icon from Gilmore Girls transcended through the seasons as a bookmark if you will, that set her personality apart from others.

Lorelai is the rambunctious happy go lucky character that’s independent and fierce. I remember desiring someone like that to be in my life.

Recently, the seasons gradually changed from summer to fall and though LA still has the warm atmosphere floating around, I started to smell autumn.

It’s truly a blissful time of year and quite frankly, my favorite season.

  1. The air is cooler granting a wardrobe overhaul with cute hats, scarves and of course, boots.
  2. The color palette switches from glittering yellows and beachy blues to a warm brown and vibrant orange.
  3. Halloween decorations have kicked off in retail reminding us that soon enough Holiday Seasons is right around the corner.
  4. Cuddle weather with hot cocoa and thin mints to complement the sweetness
  5. My famous spiked apple cider to soothe our bones when it gets too chilly
  6. The nights are spent by candlelight indoors reading for the introverts
  7. and my absolute favorite reason: love. I feel an overwhelming aura of love during autumn. Maybe because my spirits are lifted from the season, but it just feels amazing.

When next year’s fall rolls around, do you think you’ll smell autumn?

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9.17.2017 I’m Back

I’m starting to think my blog needs an overhaul and tons and tons of TLC… truth be told I’m not a great designer so this might be a long journey.

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These days, I’m treating myself better now that I’m 2 months post-breakup and soaring new sights with these unclipped wings.

I recently finished out the Young Elites trilogy by Marie Lu., which motivated me to really want to start writing again. I want to take a moment and praise Lu’s character arc for Adelina. It was so raw and powerful to see the transformation. Without spilling too much, Adelina is the human we all are. There are times we’re filled with rage and no sense of logic can block the warpath were on, and at other times we put on the brave face and wear strength on our sleeves even though we’re dying a miserable death on the inside. Adelina portrays the emotions we’ve all had growing up, especially when faced with sudden betrayal. I love that she is someone you hate and love. She is a hero and a villain in her own right. It’s a beautiful piece and a quick read because you’ll find it hard to put down! (For those who’ve already read this series, I’ve started on Warcross and so far it’s out of this world ~literally~) 

So from there, I want to start treating my blog as a second job and go after my dreams: create stories and characters that are multiple facades of who I am. Then share it here to inspire others or just provide those with a curiosity for my narratives a decent read.

It took me months after scoring my double pirouette to be steady with a triple and just like ballet training, if I keep writing every day, I’ll get better. I’ll feel better. And I’ll have the confidence to share my short stories.

First one up? Check out the link to Unclipped Wings. It’s a short story I wrote in 2013. Stay tuned bloggers! 🙂

 

 

Why Snapchat Is Still My Favorite Platform

In 2005*, Myspace was life. It was politics at age 15 where we played switcheroo everyday after school online reordering who our new top 8 was for the day. It made new best friends, wrecked relationships, and punched a whole lot of passive aggression during my adolescence.

In 2006, Facebook was everything. It was the hip, new, modern platform we all eagerly joined. We were told, “all the college kids are on it,” so naturally the teen population transitioned on to greener pastures from Myspace. It allowed us to share comments, add friends, view pictures and historically archive basically everything. It was the toxic addiction for us. We used it as a way to overly share and gloat about our daily lives and new friendships.

In 2011, picturesque social platform Instagram joined the lineup and threw competition at friends and family. Share pictures-add a filter-get likes. Somehow, somewhere down the line, it became a shower of other people’s accomplishments that I could no longer stomach. It gave me unrealistic deadlines for my own life. The likes feature also made me feel awful when the instant gratification just didn’t deliver to my expectations.

Then, in 2014, Snapchat found me and rescued me from it all. It allowed me to share my day to friends without the fear that everything will be discoverable in the future. I wanted to share my life, but I loved that Snapchat only allowed me to share for 24 hours before it’s gone. No more stalkers, no more haters.

The filters gave me silly new identities that created freshness in this new age of social media. I loved stepping outside my comfort zone and being truly silly with the various filters to play with. Snapchat doesn’t aggregate my likes for everyone to see, it doesn’t throw up numbers for the public to know how many followers I have or don’t have, and it doesn’t send me notifications that my videos has been viewed xxx times. I’m already antsy about getting texts back from specific people in my life, I don’t need a useless notifications about where I rank in view count.

Snapchat leaves us alone to truly appreciate the platform for what it is. A medium to connect me to all my friends without fear, competition, and anxiety.

Snapchat is still my favorite platform despite all the speculations from Adweek on how each service is performing. Snapchat offers introverts what the others can’t: stress free peace with a touch of humor to keep the day going.

*Timeline does not reflect the start of these platforms. They’re representative of when I created my accounts.

The new love trend: Love Bombing

Back in my first couple years post college, I would literally not have anything to do at work and constantly end up falling back to Elite Daily. Now? Given my busy 11 hour work schedule, I get ED newsletter subscriptions curated to select the top articles for that week.

This week, in particular, a post really carved in my stomach and pulled out my gut.

Love Bombing– the new love trend. So first there was ghosting, then breadcrumbing (seriously WTF?) and now there’s LOVE BOMBING. So what the living hell is this?

Taken from Elite Daily: Love bombing is a form of romantic manipulation in which your partner showers you with love from the get-go, only to have things go south fast, according to the New York Post.

Psychiatrist Dale Archer explained in a Psychology Today post that this happens when someone tries to win your affection by showering you with “love, attention, presents and promises about the future.”

Why the sudden urge to punch myself in the throat?

Well, I never knew there was a term for the same cycle I fall into with well, almost every person I think I’m falling for.

They always over-promise, under deliver.

They always shower with so much attention you’re about to drown in their TLC, like it’s waterfall. (yes I went there)

Based on the extended article from Psychology Today, it seems the love bomber is an insecure manipulator that just wants to make themselves seem like a great catch.

First, wow. What a reality check for me.

Second, dear god. This is the REAL fuck boy!! Fuckboys get so much hate for barely texting back, flaking, cute man buns, grungy beards, and massive flirting but at least they don’t swear by a future with you 3 minutes after meeting you and tell you you’re the one.

Lesson learned. Stay the F away from Love Bombers and take things slower…

Shit, can’t tell which one is easier to work on between the two.

Kylie Jenner Made Me Do It

Before you jump into thinking I got massive lip injections and painted a perfectly contoured face, PAUSE. She’s more than just her flawless figure. Let’s take a step back and talk about her E! episodes on Snapchat.

As much hate as that girl’s got laying around, she sure knows how to kick it in the dust and promote positivity. In the most recent episode I found myself attached, watching her and two of her friends sharing the notion to not complain for 24 hours or rather begrudgingly try to not complain.

I took it upon myself to test out the joy and peacefulness my day would be like if I did not complain all day. I radiated sunshine, unicorns, and butterflies and even encouraged one of my best friends to embark on this 24 hour journey with me. I ostracized negativity spewed by my coworkers, and removed myself from any situation that would irritate me.

The outcome?

Hmmm, let’s say, I would basically never do it again. The entire day, I felt like I had bottled up anger from trying not to release all the little things that bothered me. Sorry, but I’m human. It feels cathartic and amazing to cuss and bitch about things. I can’t simply fall into the whole “zen” and “kumbaya” thing and magically find myself amazingly balanced with life. You know what balance is? Putting up with bullshit and being able to vent about it for 2 minutes. That’s balance.

The 24 hour journey left me feeling cheated. Like I tortured myself to be something I’m not. I am flawed human being with a great life that occasionally has some curve balls thrown at it.

No thanks Kylie. I’ll stick to your nude lip suggestions.

 

26 Things I Still Remind Myself after I turned 26

  1. dont apologize when you don’t have anything to be sorry for
  2. read the email before you send it. then read it again.
  3. things usually don’t work out for a reason. trust the universe
  4. be kind anyway
  5. goals matter. Make a 25 by 25 or a 50 by 50. then live it out or ponder back and see how much adventure you still have left
  6. hold the door open. Figuratively & Literally
  7. few friends last a lifetime. Forgive them when they’re not the best version of themselves
  8. you’re never going to have this body again
  9. if you have to think about whether you should text/post for more than 30 secs. dont do it – it’s never worth it
  10. if you can’t laugh at yourself, it’s going to be a long life
  11. always have a 5 year plan
  12. don’t burn bridges. it’s a small world
  13. close your mouth and open your eyes
  14. there is absolutely no substitute for class. if you have to say you’re a lady, you’re probably not
  15. make your own rules
  16. details matter. they really really matter
  17. never let them see you cry
  18. preparation > luck
  19. no one else can make you happy if you’re not happy with yourself
  20. if you don’t want anyone to find out. don’t do it.
  21. paste a smile on your face and fake it till you make it
  22. don’t waste your time trying to make other people look bad. make yourself indispensable.
  23. figure out your go-to restaurant, bar, city attraction, cocktail and bag.
  24. Trust that voice in your head. Trust your gut. Trust the Butterflies
  25. Appearances matter. It may be unfair, superficial, but they do. Get a manicure. Invest in a nice bag. Figure out the best makeup and clothing style for you.
  26. Hug your parents. Tell Them Thank you.

Post Breakup Coffee & Me

Then i found myself going back to the old habits.

coffee, black

tumblr, scrolling

everything went back to the way it was, except I felt emptier. Though a part of me came back and I missed the old me so much, I felt as though it wasn’t quite right anymore.

Like a chapter had been ripped out of a favorite old book.

For the longest time, I sat staring at the screen and mind numbingly passing post after post but felt nothing.

For I came back, but I lost my heart.

The breakup changed me, but it changed me for the better. I built strength in my character through the tears he made me shed. I grew wiser from the self loathing when we would fight until graveyard hours.

It’ll be a long while before I let someone in again, but I will over time. That’s the beauty of how resilient we can be when it comes to love. You’ll go back to the same routine you had with your life before you met him. Then one day, you’ll find another who’s heart beats the same rhythm. The one who’ll break down the walls and guarded heart.

Until then,

coffee, black

tumblr, scrolling.

I’m back where I’ve always been. And I missed the old me so much.