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Omg...That skirt

Olga Kurylenko Photoshoot by Greg Williams (2008).

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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 (via suspend)

The key is vulnerability

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Bored on the weekends

The hardest thing about being in a new city is not knowing what your go-to weekend plans are.

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If I had an Adventure Cat, I'd spend more time outdoors!

Eevee The Adventure Cat

Photos by ©whiskered_away

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Decisions

Trying to figure out what to pursue in my life as a career. So confused. How did you decide what you wanted to do? Comments are welcome.

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Found a man that says all the sweet things from love songs that I didn't know men truly felt

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Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

My heart is pounding like the first time I stepped on stage...

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I find comfort in the gaze...

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I love being photographed

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I just don't care about you the same way

And it is awesome

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Opened myself up

And got hurt, again. This sucks, but I know that this is a part of life.

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I never realize what I deserve, until I'm not given it.

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The best part about being an only child is that I can choose the friends who become my brothers and sisters.

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When I get frustrated with him

I have to remember to give him the same patience that I want from him.

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Can't come to the phone right now, I'm busy attracting men of a nefarious nature.

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Community (it isn’t just a show)

Community. Tribe. People. Support System. 

Whatever you call it, most people have a need to feel as though they belong to some group. The idea of community building has been brought up several times in the past week, so I feel the need to write my feelings about it.  

First of all, as a newly transplanted twenty-something, I have battled with my loneliness.  Upon first moving to a new city, where I only knew my boyfriend and his friends, I made several sobbing phone calls back home to mom and dad.  I’ve never been one of those people who like to be alone, and I get my energy from being around large groups of people. There were days when I just sat in my apartment and cried because I didn’t have a job, no money to go out, and no knowledge of my new city. So there is the perspective of the rest of this piece. You are receiving an opinion from a woman who languishes when forced to be by herself.

Moving past my first few weeks here, I’ve settled into a groove, but I still feel like something is missing.   

I miss having something to care for and something to be cared by. I still find myself texting my friends from back home when I need help, when I see that they are having a bad day, or just to check up/in.  

What I don’t think many people realize about being a part of a community is that it requires work and responsibility.  It can mean late night phones calls and knocks on your doors from crying friends. It can mean text messages and pictures of big moments. It can mean rearranging your whole day to make sure that you get pancakes and mimosas. It can mean the biggest celebrations and the most tragic set backs. It can mean turning a mundane trip to the store into an adventure, and a bottle of peach wine and fried rice into the meal you crave the most.

These little interruptions and surprises are the things I live for and miss the most.  I need to make it happen here, and I’m ready for it. Now to just set it in motion.

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Hopeful

Sitting here knitting and watching my man code at his desk. This is a nice glimpse into the future.