Friday, August 30, 2013
May your last weekend of Summer be filled with sun, farmers markets, fresh meals on the patio, s'mores and hopefully some water activities. I can't believe it is already Labour Day weekend, where did summer go? I always get this feeling that we need to fit as many summer activities as we can into this weekend, because school starts Wednesday and it's back packing lunches, getting up early and homework.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
I listen to Brene Brown all the time on YouTube and when I listen to her lectures today I had this moment where I just got things. Things I'm doing wrong, things that cause me sadness. I had a moment where I realized I am so afraid of being vulnerable, or being perceived as weak.
I judge others for what I believe to be right and wrong, but there is no right or wrong. Humans don't operate in a world of black and white, especially me. We operate in a world of grey. Just because someone reacts differently to a situation or loss then I do, it doesn't make me right or better, just different.
I have a tendency to be most critical of myself. Who and what I should be, how I should act, how I should look, how intelligent I should be, etc. None of that matters, what matters is who I really am and accepting myself and others, imperfection and all. I need to not be afraid to let others see the real me. I need to embrace my vulnerability and stop being afraid of living, failure is inevitable, embrace it and move on.
I'm really excited about Oprah's Life Class with Brene Brown. I have so much to learn. You can sign up and follow along with worksheets.
Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren’t always comfortable, but they’re never weakness.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
I love grey and white kitchens, who doesn't? I wonder if in 20 years these kitchens will seem dated or just classically chic? I think white subway tile and marble will always look incredible and be in style, at least in my world.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Friday, August 23, 2013
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
God I want you
in some primal, wild way
animals want each other.
Untamed and full of teeth.
God I want you,
In some chaste, Victorian way.
A glimpse of your ankle
just kills me.
It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.
I want to kiss you.
Like big, fat kisses. Or angels. Or stars.
Or something. I don’t know.
Love poems never make sense to me.
Poets say things like “Your teeth are flowers.”
or “Your eyes are miracles.” But you
aren’t miracles. Or flowers. You
are some sweet girl with a good smile
and a shaky heart. Come kiss me.
I’m in love with the miracle of your body beside my body.
You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
Friday, August 9, 2013
via La Buena Vida
I wish I was having or attending a party like this tonight, but I am not. However, at the very least a Margarita and some guacamole may have to happen this weekend.
Sometimes I do so much thinking my brain hurts. Lately, I have been thinking what do I want my life to look like? Currently, most of my time is spent in a cubicle trying to make ends meet, but hopefully I will be able to work from home soon. I don't want to get my hopes because they are only allowing 20% of the employees to work from home, but I am a bit hopeful. This would give me some of freedom I so desperately want to pursue the things I really love to do. Finger crossed!!