Complicated Beings


I have been wracking my brain, thinking of a unique post I can do for my upcoming birthday in November, since this is a milestone birthday. At first I thought of doing 35 lessons I’ve learned, but that would be an extremely long post, because I haven’t quite figured out how to not be so detail oriented. I don’t think I’m going to go this route, because I like to write what I’m feeling in the moment. Don’t worry, I’ll think of something, but I am open to suggestions…hint, hint!


After talking with a friend recently, I learned another hard lesson. People are often not who you think they are.

I suppose the only person I can blame for some of my disappointments is myself, because I expect far too much from people. When will I realize that a lot of people aren’t willing to go as far or care as deeply as I do? <— Not All people, but a lot of people.

People like to complicate things, and they play these ridiculous games. I hear so often “I only comment on the blogs of people who comment on mine.” I don’t get this. If you read something and it inspires you, or resonates with you, or you just think it’s a great piece of writing, why not say so?


I remember talking to a coworker about dating, this woman is in her 50’s, and she met someone she really liked, but she refused to text him until 3 days after their first date because she didn’t want to appear needy. I mean, I get not wanting to text every minute of every day, or coming off as some creepy stalker, but she was chomping at the bit, wanting to talk to him.  Wouldn’t it be better to just write a simple text that said something along the lines of “Good morning, I really enjoyed our time together last night. I hope you have a wonderful day.” ? Just something quick and simple to let the poor guy know she enjoyed herself?  I also understand the fear of rejection, but it’s it better to find out sooner rather than later? Isn’t it better to just take the risk rather than leave your stomach in knots wondering what if?

I also don’t do nice things for people expecting something in return, but it seems a lot of people have ulterior motives behind the things they do. They give out random compliments because they expect it in return. They comment on blog posts, expecting comments back, they help a friend move so they have something to hang over their heads the next time they have a need.


I can assure you, if I comment or like your posts, it’s because I genuinely like them, and I want you to know I enjoy what you write. I appreciate every single comment I get, and of course I like seeing those notifications pop up, who doesn’t? But that is not the reason I comment. If no one bothered to read what I post, I would still keep on writing because it’s something I enjoy.

And if I don’t comment it’s usually because I either don’t know what to say, I don’t like the holier than thou attitudes, or I’m behind in my blog reading because like everyone, I have a life outside of blogging, and sometimes I don’t get to read as much as I like.

not sorry

So I want to encourage you, my friends, to just be you, and not worry so much about what others say, think, or do, because in the end, it doesn’t really matter. If you have something to say, say it. If you are missing someone, tell them. There is no need to complicate things, life is too short to be so damn complicated.

be who you are

And be grateful for the people in your life who genuinely care about your well being. Who check in with you, encourage you, and support you for the simple fact that they love & care about you, and not for any other reason. I am finding that these people are few and far between. They are one of life’s greatest gifts, and I want to give a big shout out to those people in my life! I cherish you more than you could ever know!! ❤

ulterior motives

Love & life lessons,




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Don’t Ruin The Moment

My dear friend, blogging buddy, pen pal, and soul sister, Laura Beth, author of Hot Shot Headlines shared a prompt about apple picking and asked us to participate if we wished. The only rule is to write about apple picking, so I thought I would give it a shot.

You can read the original prompt that Laura Beth created below:

Fall Fridays #1

Don’t Ruin The Moment


Amanda chuckled when Kate approached her at the apple orchard, wearing a plaid shirt and overalls. “You always dress the part, don’t you?”

Kate flipped her hair over her shoulder, “You know it’s adorable.”

“Thanks for helping us, the more hands we have, the quicker it goes.” Amanda hugged her friend.

“No problem, you know I enjoy this kind of thing anyway.”

apple picking

Kate had just about filled one basket of apples when a rogue bee started flying in her face. “Go away,” she tried shooing the bee, but the bee wasn’t having it, he kept landing on her head, and she kept trying to shoo it, almost falling off the ladder. She climbed down, frustrated, deciding it was time for a coffee break, anyway, but the bee followed her, and onlookers watched as Kate ran around the orchard, flinging her garden gloves through the air like a lunatic as the bee just kept chasing after her. In her haste, Kate tripped over the ladder, falling face first into her basket of apples.

“We usually bob for apples after they’ve all been picked.” She heard a voice call out from behind.

“Well, I usually am two steps ahead.” She retorted.

A man knelt down beside her, helping her gather the remaining apples that had fallen out of the basket.


“What was all of that about anyway?” He asked.

“I was being attacked by a bee.”

“Oh, right.” He laughed.

Kate grunted before grabbing an apple from his hand and throwing it in her basket. “Thanks for the help.” She turned on her heel and started to walk towards the house.

The man ran in front of her to stop her from walking away.“Aw, c’mon, I was only teasing, Grace. My name’s Max.”

“Grace, right because of….” she trailed off, turning a shade of red before waving her hand towards the latter. “Clever.”

“He smiled at her. So what is your name, really?”

“Grace.” She replied matter-of-factly.

Max arched an eyebrow at her and Kate couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“Kate,” she finally introduced, extending her hand.

Max shook it, “It’s a pleasure.”

“I don’t think Amanda’s ever mentioned you.”

“I’m a distant relative, Amanda’s grandma and my grandma are sisters.”

“Oh, I see.” She paused.“Well, I’m going to go grab a cup of coffee before I get back to apple picking. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Max replied, scratching the back of his head, a habit he tended to do whenever he felt nervous.


Kate, Amanda, Max, and the rest of Amanda’s family spent the entire day picking apples, only breaking for lunch and to refill their water bottles, or cups of coffee.

“I saw you getting acquainted with Max.” Amanda said.

“Yes, why have you never mentioned him?”

“Well, I don’t really know him all that well, to be honest.” Amanda replied, “I only see him once every two or three years when my family decides to have a reunion, and we don’t really talk all that much.”

“Oh, and he decided to come help out at the orchard this year?”

“He recently moved back from Virginia. He’s the new English teacher at Southern, he replaced Miss Spiker after she retired.”

“Ah, I see.”

“And he’s single, you know, in case you were wondering.” Amanda winked.

“I wasn’t.”


Kate blushed again.

Kate walked out of the room she was staying in for the night with her makeup touched up.

“Not interested, huh?” Amanda asked sarcastically.

“Shut up.”


It was a tradition every year, Amanda’s family took a weekend to pick apples, and then the next day they made jars of apple butter and gallons of apple cider. The night of apple picking they would have a bonfire and her grandfather would spend all day smoking various different meats while her grandmother made all of the side dishes. They were both old and unable to pick apples anymore, so it was their way to thank the family and friends that came out to help. Kate had been like a member of the family since her and Amanda were little, and it was something she looked forward to every year.

Amanda and Kate were sitting at a table at the top of the hill so they could watch the sunset when Max took a seat next to Kate. “Hi ladies.” He greeted them.

Kate went to say hi, but inhaled too quickly and choked on a piece of chicken. She turned away from Max while she coughed up the meat into her napkin before taking a sip of water to wash it down before shyly looking to Max.

“Are you alright?” Amanda asked, genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine,” Kate replied, looking at her feet.

“So choking on chicken and tripping over ladders. Are there any other talents of yours I should know about?” Max asked, breaking the silence.

Kate chuckled. “Well, I’m a good misjudge of distance and run into door frames, I can barely touch anything and it will inevitably fall, knocking various other items off of shelves, and I am always the one who will find the creaky spot in the floor in a quiet room. Especially during funerals or moments of silence when it’s completely inappropriate.”

Max started laughing, hysterically, which in turn caused Amanda and Kate to join him.

As the night carried on Max and Kate kept noticing how people would suddenly have something they would need to go do, leaving the two of them alone. Max finally took the hint.

“Walk with me?” He asked, extending his hand to Kate.

Kate took it and Max led her through the Orchard to a trail in the forest behind Amanda’s grandparent’s property.

“Where are you taking me?” She asked him.

“To my favorite spot whenever I visit.”

They walked for about ten minutes when Kate saw a clearing, they walked out of the forest into this gorgeous field of wild flowers, there was absolutely no ambient light to dim the light from the stars and Kate gasped at the sight.

“Oh, wow. Max, it’s beautiful.”


Max smiled, unable to take his eyes off of her as she let go of his hand, walking a little further and looking up at the glittery sky.

Max walked up behind her and whispered in he ear. “I’m proud of you.”

She looked at him quizzically.

“We walked through the forest, and you didn’t trip over any sticks or walk into any trees.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, playfully. “Don’t ruin the moment.”


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Listen To The Music #8

Welcome back!


I have talked a lot about the music that has shaped me into the woman I am today, but I could talk about music for hours and hours and never grow tired of it, that’s why I decided to write these posts when the mood strikes.

I have covered a wide range of music so far, and I have talked about how my parents, grandparents, brother and aunt have influenced some of the music I listen to today.

Today, however; I want to talk about a musical artist I discovered on my own. This particular artist seems to just get me, his lyrics have touched the very core of my heart and left me feeling breathless. It’s as if I was a book and he opened me up, carefully reading all of my pages and setting the words to music that make me sway, or cry, or in some cases, both.

That artist, is John Mayer.

The very first John Mayer song I ever heard was “Your Body Is a Wonderland,” and I’ll admit I wasn’t all that impressed. Don’t get me wrong, the song itself isn’t bad, but it doesn’t really stand out from all of the other pop hits that are out there.

And then one day, I watched an episode of Austin City Limits, and John Mayer was playing the Blues with Buddy Guy, and I was instantly taken. I remember thinking “If he can play guitar like that, why does he sell out and sing the crappy pop tunes?”

When Neil and I were dating, he bought me John Mayer’s “Keep Me Where The Light Is” concert on DVD and we listened to it on his surround system, and Neil and I danced in his living room to “Gravity,” and I fell in love with both the song and Neil.

Now, I just can’t get enough of John Mayer and his phenomenal talent. So I thought I would share the songs that speak to me the most!

In The Blood.

I have talked of this song many times and how I had to pull the car over to the side of the road the first time I heard it, but I feel like this song was written about me. It’s uncanny how much it fits.

I Guess I Just Feel Like

Another song that just gets me, particurarly the line:

“I think I remember

the dream that I had,

that love’s gonna save us

from a world that’s gone mad.

I guess I just feel like,

what happened to that?”


Because I can’t help but think of walking in that little apartment lit up by candlelight and the the glow from the TV screen, and Neil looking dashing in a button up black shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He pressed play on the remote, took my hand, and slow danced with me to this song for the very first time.

Slow Dancing In A Burning Room

The lyrics to this song don’t really move me, but that guitar sure does! Oh what the sound of a blues guitar does to me…

Carry Me Away

The lyrics and music both move me on this one. I’m just so taken with it!

I could keep going. I dearly love John Mayer, but I’ll stop here.

Do you like John Mayer? What are some of your favorites?

As always, thank you for reading.

Love & life lesson,s


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Two Minutes

sunset on north tower.jpg

Today while browsing Instagram, I came across a post by Neil Degrasse Tyson. He talked about the sunset on the North Tower of the World Trade Center, and how it took two minutes for the sun to set on all 107 floors, one floor at a time.

It left me thinking about endings, and how humanity always seems to be the most beautiful during these times.

Christmas, for example, everyone is more joyous and spreading love and cheer during the end of the year. Everyone always says they want to carry that spirit throughout the year, but after the New Year and the tree is taken down, everyone is back at each other’s throats. Brother against brother, party against party.

It is a nice thought, knowing that in times of tragedy, we can depend on our fellow man. On this day, eighteen years ago, we developed a unity. It didn’t matter what your skin color was, what political party you stood with, who you loved, or who you worshiped, we were simply just people, trying to wrap our minds around such an evil act of terrorism, and comfort one another.

Why can’t it be this way all of the time? When did we lose that sense of the human spirit that lies inside each and everyone of us?

On September 10th, 2001, the sun didn’t know that it would kiss the World Trade Center goodnight for the very last time. Just like we don’t know that when we close our eyes to go to sleep every night, it could be for the very last time.

So I want to encourage you my friends, loved ones, and even my enemies (although, I highly doubt you’re reading this,) to stop putting today off for tomorrow. If this were your last two minutes, who would you say I love you to? Who would you ask for forgiveness from? Why wait?

Every day is a precious gift, and what better way to honor a day like today than by living? Truly living? What better way to point a big middle finger towards hatred and violence, than by continuing to carry that love and light that we did on this day eighteen years ago?

Think about it. What would you do with your last two minutes?

*Special Thanks to Neil Degrasse Tyson for the inspiration for this post.

September 11th, 2001. We will ALWAYS remember!

Love & life lessons,







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The Rise and Fall of Marcus & Addison

Last week Mathew, author of Blog of The Wolf Boy posted this beautiful story about Marcus & Addison from Marcus’ point of view. He opened it up for anyone who wanted to tell Addison’s side of the story, so I thought I would give it a shot.

Here is the link to Mathew’s original post, where he tells Marcus’ side of things.

Marcus’ Story



Life is funny sometimes. One minute you think you have life figured out, you are chasing your dreams and living your best life, but then the universe decides to throw you a curve-ball, making you question everything you thought you knew you wanted, and longing for something you didn’t even realize you were missing, or in Addison’s case, someone.

Addison was living the dream, traveling to local cities and towns around the area she grew up in, playing at different bars and pubs. She fell in love with music at a very early age, and when she first listened to her mom’s Janis Joplin albums, she knew she wanted to become a professional musician She started writing music at only 12-years-old, but she still included at least one Janis Joplin cover in her set list, paying homage to the woman who inspired her to chase her dreams.

Addison hadn’t given much thought to the idea of love. She met a few men, most of them wanted to use her to try and earn their 15 minutes of fame, or they were only after one thing, which she didn’t always mind. One night stands scratched an itch, and there were no hard feelings when she left early in the morning.

One night while playing at a local pub in her hometown, her gaze fell on a wickedly handsome man whose eyes she had caught the attention of. She flashed him a smile, and he smiled back shyly, slowly turning his attention back to his friends at the table. She was instantly smitten and she knew she had to talk to him, but she didn’t expect the curve-ball that smacked her in the face when she fell for his charm, he was funny and sweet, and unlike any other man she had ever met, and that difference drew her in, quickly.


It wasn’t long before the two were spending every possible moment together. Marcus introduced her to his friends, and they were witty & funny, and it didn’t take long before she found herself referring to them as her friends too. She played her first game of Dungeons and Dragons and fell in love, he brought out her nerdy side. Marcus was supportive of her dreams and attended as many of her gigs as he could, and she couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face every time she spotted him in the crowd.

As the months flew by Marcus’ career took off after his company released its first big video game, which became a sensational hit, and Addison was still chasing her dreams of becoming a professional musician. They spent as much time together as they could, but it seemed like the time their schedules allowed for them to be together were becoming further and fewer between.

One night, Addison decided to sing “Bobby McGee,” she poured her soul into it, knowing that the time was coming, when she would have to let Marcus slip away, but she didn’t realize that day was coming sooner than she had anticipated. As she made her way off the stage, towards Marcus she was approached by a man in a tailored suit, and she was hit with yet another curve-ball. It was a record producer, and he wanted to sign her. She became elated, her dreams were finally coming true! She turned her direction towards Marcus, and she could read the worry on his face, and her heart sank.

After careful consideration Addison knew she had to go. She had been chasing this dream for so long now, and if she didn’t take this opportunity, she would always wonder what if. She wanted so badly for Marcus to come with her, but she knew she couldn’t ask that of him. He had his career and an entire life here, there was nothing for him on the road, that kind of lifestyle just wasn’t for him, and she couldn’t blame him for that.

Marcus &amp; addison

They spent the remainder of the month with as much time together as they possibly could, before she had to leave. Marcus was adamant about driving her to the airport, where she would fly to the big city to record her first record deal, and go on her first big tour. She kissed him goodbye and promised to keep in touch, and despite the distance they remained close friends. Continuing to talk often, face-timing one another, and getting together whenever she flew back home.

Addison still couldn’t help but fight back tears every time she sang the line “But I would trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday to be holding Bobby’s body next to mine.”

Although, she was grateful for her choice, and she wanted nothing but happiness for them both, “Bobby McGee” would just never be the same.

For some reason, when I read Mathew’s post the song “Bobby McGee” popped into my head, so I decided to include it into Addison’s side of the story.

This was a fun piece to write. I really hope you enjoyed reading it!

Love & life lessons,


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The Wolf’s Howling

One of my favorite bloggers, Mathew, of Blog of the Wolf Boy has posted a challenge for us to enter to win a signed copy of his book, “Emotions in Motion.”

He asked us to create a piece, whether it be a story, poem, etc… it doesn’t matter, the only rule is that it must include a wolf.

I have always been taken with wolves, so I thought I would give this a shot.

Here goes nothing…..

The Wolf’s Howling


A lone wolf howls every night for the moon

seeking the light as the night comes so soon.


He keeps to himself, but is sadly mistaken,

Here in the woods, his soul is awakened.


Loyalty lies within his veins

and he aches for the few caring souls that remain.


He keeps to the woods because he sees what’s beyond it

demons of hate, greed, and lack of atonement.


We are those demons playing the game,

pointing our fingers instead of taking the blame.


We explore the world with wool over our eyes,

and can’t understand why the wolf cries.


Another gun shot, another day,

have we become so immune, we just accept these ways?


No longer recognizing souls behind flesh

just sheep that we shave, for fools to impress.


Hardening our hearts to face another day,

refusing to accept it’s lies that they say.


I don’t want to be just another sheep grazing

 to help line the pockets of those less than amazing.


There has to be more than just hatred that’s winning

I can’t just accept this is what we call living.


Friends, I implore you to not be immune

to the lives that are taken, gone much too soon.


Don’t wait until you’ve become a victim of prowling

before you fully understand why the wolf’s howling.

Kristian L. Weigman
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With Nothing Of Note

I believe there is sunshine
in remembering these moments –
with nothing of note
except time, and laughter, and life shared.
My head thrown back,
dark curls caressing my shoulders,
and laughter bellowing from the depths of my soul.


Traveling down I-68
with tears of joy
streaming down our faces,
and Zeppelin playing on the radio.
Mixed CD’s & mixed emotions
filling the car,
and pickled cauliflower
filling our stomachs.


We would drive all night
just to spend the day at Ocean city –
watching the sunrise,
walking the boardwalk –
for funnel cake
and Thrasher’s fries.
Only to turn around
and drive back home.


Now that I’m older,
I still relish these moments –
with nothing of note
except time, and laughter, and life shared.
Carrying out old traditions
that have always been with me,
and making new memories
with people I love.


Staying up late
to watch horror movies
and scare ourselves silly.
Stovetop popcorn –
and stargazing,
just taking it slowly –


A beer on the porch
and pepperoni rolls in the oven
a Billie Holiday record
on the turntable –
dancing barefoot
in the grass.


Times have changed,
and so have the people.
But I still love
those I-68 drives,
and pickled cauliflower,
and mixed CD’s.


And despite the losses
and heartaches
I have felt,
I’m still creating those moments –
with nothing of note,
and finding
my head thrown back,
dark & silver curls caressing my shoulders,
and laughter bellowing from the depths of my soul.

Kristian L. Weigman
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Train to Heaven (Falling Into Autumn Challenge) 16 Days!

Hello, beautiful souls,

Nova & I have been on hiatus from the countdown challenges, but we’re back!!

I was in desperate need of a distraction, after two events of bad news yesterday:

  • A phone call in the morning, telling me that a friend of mine committed suicide.
  • Another phone call when I got home from work, informing me that my uncle passed away.

So I decided to take part in our own Challenge

The Playlist Shuffle Poem Challenge

music pumpkin

Click the link to see the original post to find out how you can participate!!

The Train Ride To Heaven


Driving that train, high on cocaine

I’m passing sleeping cities

Just trying to ease the pain

Wake up in New York City –

One, two three, four, walking like a man

This whole place has me feeling shitty

Gotta turn back around, find a new plan.

And with the early dawn moving right along –

Don’t worry about a thing

Take another hit from the bong

Just trying to ease the sting

Want to tell you a story

While this train takes me back home

About a man who found his glory

Playing his saxophone

Come on in and get out of the rain

But –

If you wanna hang out, you’ve gotta take her out, cocaine

I get up in the evenin’

Trying to find what I can –

Something that brings meaning

To keep me grounded on this land.

Well, I stand up next to a mountain

Never have I felt so high

Not many blessings have I been countin’

Fallin’ freely, I’ll play my saxophone in the sky.

For Chris, I hope you’ve finally found peace, my friend.

Shuffled songs for this challenge in order of first line appearance:

  1. Casey Jones – The Grateful Dead
  2. Saving Grace – Tom Petty
  3. Bright Lights – Gary Clark Jr.
  4. The Look – Roxette
  5. Show Me How To Live – Audioslave
  6. Three Little Birds – Bob Marley
  7. One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer – George Thorogood
  8. Cocaine – Eric Clapton
  9. Dancing In The Dark – Bruce Springsteen
  10. Voodoo Child – Jimi Hendrix

* I got lucky on this shuffle playlist. All the lines sort of flowed together. If you participate, don’t forget to link back to this or the original post, & make sure you tag Nova too!

Love & life lessons,


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Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone

Such peculiar things –
life and time.
Both moving forward
never looking over their shoulders.

Yet, as I sit here
I can’t help but think of past times,
moments that feel like lifetime’s ago
and at the same time
feel like only yesterday.
Peculiar –

I woke up early today
hoping to witness a spectacular sunrise,
but the sky only offered gray clouds.
Even mother nature feels your loss –
both of our tears carressing my cheeks,
falling into my coffee.

I’m glad it’s not bright and sunny today,
the world is a little bit duller without your light.

I always noticed how the sun couldn’t help
but illuminate your smile.
It seems fitting that the sun wouldn’t shine today.

I can feel your energy with me, on this special day,
bringing a smile to my face.

I am going to commemorate you
the best way I know how.

In the kitchen –
dancing, and laughing, and baking.
Letting your light shine through me.

Who needs the sun?
My smile has always been illuminated by you.

Happy Birthday, mom!

“I’ll like you forever, I’ll love you for always, as long as I’m living, your baby I’ll be.”

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Soulful Sunday #13 -Nonconforming

Famous Comfort Zone Quotes and Step Outside Your Comfort Zone! | Words To Live By | Comfort Zone

We have all heard the quote “The more things change, the more things stay the same.” I never really understood what this meant until I started changing.

As I continue to grow, and learn, and adopt my own beliefs, I discover how many of my peers still believe in the same things they have been taught since they were children. This is not necessarily a bad thing, please don’t get me wrong, however; I have noticed that when I ask certain friends or coworkers “What exactly is it about conservative politics that makes you identify with that side?” Almost every single one of them say, “Well my parents were Republican and that’s the way I was brought up.”

This baffles me, so that’s it? You’re not going to take the initiative to research these beliefs on your own, you’re just going to accept the way that you’ve been taught is how you should base your political views? And this isn’t just politics. It’s religion, a way of life in general. So many people believe what they believe only because it’s what their parents taught them.

I dearly love my parents, I am lucky. I had two wonderful, smart, and kind people raise me, and my mom is no longer here, but we butted heads a lot. I was never one to accept things just because “that’s the way it’s always been.” I’m sorry, but that way of thinking is utter bullshit! I have my own brain, and my own thoughts. So why should I accept that something is the way it is? Or believe something just because my parents believed that way?  NO! I have every right to learn a multitude of different ways of life and figure out which one is best for me.

I have also found that these same people are often not happy in their lives.. They work jobs that they hate, but they stay because they are comfortable. They stay in relationships that aren’t fulfilling, but they become too dependent and too comfortable to ever leave, but they’ll still complain and say things like “Well, I’m just waiting for so & so to change & then I can do xyz, and then I’ll be happy.”

The definition of insanity is doing the same tasks repeatedly and expecting a different outcome.

So why on earth do people stay in the same situations, doing the same routine day in and day out, and expect their outcomes to change?

If you want change, you have to seek it yourself. You will never grow as a person if you don’t step out of your comfort zone.


Now I realize we need money in order to live, and it’s not always easy to just quit our jobs because we’re not happy, but why do we put so much importance on financial status? We have to live in large houses and own multiple cars, and attend extravagant events so we can write about it in our Christmas letters. I mean no offense. Personally, I just don’t get it.

I would rather define my wealth on the experiences I have under my belt than by the material possessions I own. I would rather count the memories I have written in my journal, the number of sunsets I have seen, and the hours I have spent laughing rather than the money in my wallet.

I truly believe this is the key to happiness. I don’t want or need to keep up with the Jones’s, I am too focused on my own life to concern myself with what they’re up to anyway.

When we break away from societal norms and start living our lives the way we want, without caring what everyone else thinks, it’s liberating, it’s freedom!

Love & life lessons,


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