For the Twenty Somethings // PT I

A golden birthday. Lines of song about life turning this story gold. Vast layers of thoughts, emotions, classic uncovering of the design within, all combining to form a weight of living. Some days it’s too much for one story to take in. Welcome to my ramblings on the whole twenty somethings phase and growing up….

When Brave is About the Steady not the Stunning

Otherwise known as : What I’ve Learned This Month // October Edition ” Brave doesn’t always involve grand gestures. Sometimes brave looks more like staying when you want to leave… We’re addicted to big and sweeping and photo-ready – crossing oceans, changing it all, starting new things, dreams and visions and challenges, marathons and flights…

Changing Rhythms to Live the Life You’d Imagined

For fellow dreamers, idealists, the ones with huge plans and massive expectations, the ones feeling stuck in the way life is going. This is for you. Part One || The Wakeup Call One day, caught up in the exhaustion, all of the living off of espresso, throwing around the words busy and tired like job…

The Grind {Coffeeshop Saturdays}

It’s a rain soaked, everything getting drizzled on kind of a Wednesday. The routines are setting in hard and fast, and everyone around me, both in college and not, are in that overwhelming stage. You know the one, where sleep becomes more optional, where the workloads and expectations rise, where summer is behind us and…

We’ll Tell The Stories.

Someday we’ll flashback Glance over our shoulder like we’re looking at The scenes that unfolded in now-sentimental glory The ways we laughed, cried, got frustrated, hoped boldly These nights running down the main streets Of this tiny downtown concrete under our feet Not exactly sure where this path leads But we’ll explore it, though not…

B I T T E R + S W E E T

It’s officially been one week since packing up my life and moving it into the cozy space I call home for eight months of the year. The schedule is starting to fall into place, yet the flow of events is nothing how I’d imagined it would look like. Junior year seemed like it would arrive…