Hello, hello, friends! Today, I want to take the time to talk to you guys about something that is very near and dear to my heart: podcasts! I listen to podcasts all day, everyday… when I’m in the car, cleaning the house, during my five mile walks (which, btw, have become my New Year’s goal for this year — 5 miles everyday!). Podcasts just seem to really engage me and my mind in a way that makes mindless activities so much more tolerable and less boring. During our 10 hour car ride from Atlanta back down to Tampa, I actually hooked my whole family on some podcasts, as well. My brother said it was the fastest car ride of his life, and so… that has to mean something, right?
Anyway, my point is: if you haven’t given podcasts a shot, maybe you should. But also, if not, I’m not sure if this is the post for you. Let’s get into it!
Whew *brushes hair back, out of face.* That was one wild ride. 2019, I mean (smooth, right?). This past year was the craziest, greatest, worst, hardest, most fulfilling year of my life. 2019 — the Oxymoron Year! I felt as if I had some of my highest highs and absolute lowest lows this past year. I graduated with my master’s degree, said goodbye to Arizona (and all of my wonderful friends within it), moved across the country with the love of my life, adopted my dream pup gal, and started law school. It was AMAZING, all things considered. Amazing things happened, and I felt my life move forward in the most abrupt way possible. But change is hard for me, and the adjustments were… not perfect. In many ways, I felt my world shake over and over again and I just now feel as if I’m finally (finally) recovering.
Hello, hello friends! This is the post absolutely no one asked for, but I know you guys would enjoy. If you follow me over on the ‘gram, you know that we adopted a (then) 4-month-old Golden Retriever gal, Paisley, in July. I have had dogs all my life; growing up, my family always had multiple pets in our home.
For the holidays, our house will be 10 humans and 10 dogs, if that gives you any idea how much our family admires our four-legged family members. I love each and every one of them, don’t get me wrong, but something is so different about Paisley. And maybe it’s because she’s my first dog (meaning just mine and Austen’s), maybe it’s because of the position I’m at in my life right now. I don’t know. All I do know is how much light she has brought into our lives that I just can’t explain.
This morning, Paisley and I went for a run. And I should preface this by disclaiming… I am not a runner. I’ve wanted to be a runner all my life, but I’d be lying if I said athleticism was ever a strength of mine. In fact, I think just the opposite is true — it seems as if I’ve always been a two left feet, tripping up the stairs, clumsy and uncoordinated type of gal. However, that doesn’t discourage me from day dreaming about one day being able to run half marathons (I’m not so ambitious to wish for a full); meanwhile, I can barely run a mile and a half without truly fearing I am dancing in the wake of death. And I’m being dramatic, I know, but there’s something about having heavy anxiety and running; I feel my chest get heavy, I focus so much on breathing that it almost feels impossible to do so, and my mind repeats “I can’t do this” over and over and over again. It always somewhat confuses me when others say running clears their minds, because if anything, my mind feels loudest during those times.
Hello, hello, friends! Today, I’m starting something new. And I’m breaking the rules. And I’m just going to write… whatever I want. Ever since I began blogging, I never intended for it to be a journal or diary of any sort. However, as this blog has evolved, I’ve realized that I’ve left out large pieces of my day-to-day life, as those aspects have faded behind reviews and advice absent of my own voice about my own life. I comply to the weighty restrictions of SEO regulations, and even now, I cringe when I think of my copy rendering “unreadable” by the Yoast plugin, but I digress. I’ve written so mechanically to abide by the algorithmic formula of blogging optimization, and in the meantime, I feel like I’ve lost the elements of my writing that makes this my writing; long, wordy, flowery sentences, hastily placed semicolons, unnecessary big words are all elements of my real, free-handed writing. And so, I bring to you this series. A series of the real, the raw, the unedited, the unoptimized free-handed writing that has escaped this blog. My writing. I hope you enjoy.
By now, you’ve probably heard of Sunday Riley and their faking of reviews over on Sephora’s website. It was even trending on Twitter yesterday, which is crazy to me. I think this specific situation, in addition to recently-induced pressure for honesty and integrity (thanks Shane), is opening up room for in-depth conversations about vanity metrics and deceitful business practices. As a blogger within the industry, let’s talk about how and why this so integrally important to the credibility of our work.