[Harbor in Paros – I don’t remember the exact name of it, so if someone does let me know!]
Because it totally makes sense that I’m posting this in winter, when I’m currently in the middle of planning a trip to Sweden. LOLZ. But I miss Greece so so so much. And thus I’m going to talk about my trip there from like a year ago. There is something in the air in Greece that just screams CHILL (just like that, in all caps). Especially Paros. I could go back there again and again – they spray Xanax or beaver tranquilizer vapor in the air. How legal that is, I’m not sure, but how super CHILLED out I was, that I am sure of!
[Classic red soil of Sedona, Arizona]
When I’m feeling like shit, here’s what I end up doing to feel like a shiny new me all over again.
[Driving down the Avenue of Giants in California]
You don’t need permission to do anything.
I used to (and sometimes still subconsciously do) look for signs when I needed to make a big decision that I already knew the answer to, but felt guilty or irrational doing so.
I told myself it wasn’t the right time to do something, or that there were so many other people better than me, or that it didn’t make any sense, or that it would just end up being a mistake.
[Arthur’s Seat hike in Edinburgh, Scotland]
Enjoy reading about my biggest travel mistakes, so that you can avoid making them yourself!
[Delfino Farms’ selection of mini pumpkins, gourds, and random green lumps that I have no clue what the hell they actually are]
Okay so I wanted to go to Apple Hill so badly once I found out about it. I love hills. And apples. So clearly it was made for me.
But let me tell you – it’s much more than that. Although there are many apples and hills involved. And apples in so many forms – (hard) cider, beer, strudel, pie, freshly picked, it goes on and on. We couldn’t actually do any apple picking while we were there (all the apples are gone by like September, news to me), although we did go rogue and pick some off the ground on the side of the road. There were a ton of them and they looked like they were going bad! So I was doing them a favor! Otherwise they’d attract deer and other unwanted pests and the like…
[I guess so that I can take pretty pictures like this and share it. Also just because I can. Location: somewhere in northern Arizona]
Sometimes (aka 24/7) I think about why I blog. And I wonder and ponder and think and probably care about it way too much (hiiiii INFP over here!!).
It’s kind of an odd thing, isn’t it – taking a bunch of photos and putting them in this online space that doesn’t really exist tangibly and sprinkling in some words here and there. And hoping that someone will stumble up on it.
[A random street in Bruges, Belgium – somehow we were able to escape the tourists]
What I’ve learned:
“Starting” something is NEVER as glamorous as they make it look in the movies.
There’s no swell of music or careful camera angles –
It’s just you and yourself in your messy room, deciding to do something.
I’m slowly transitioning into a more natural, less wasteful, cruelty-free beauty routine. I haven’t really tried to make my own make up yet – I don’t know if I’ll ever graduate to that level of intenseness – but here are some brands that I like:
[Driving on a random road in Arizona]
Okay so these are things I’ll most likely cross off in the next year (so they’re basically ALL in California). Mainly because making a legit bucketlist makes me cry because I want to go to places like Iceland and Kyrgyzstan and it’s not likely gonna happen right now at this very exact moment. So here’s some California weekend trips inspiration!
ALSO, in my head, a “year” kind of starts and ends in September instead of January – it just makes more sense to me? Thanks, school schedule (even though I’m not in school anymore, I work in a job where I do school programs – so I’m kind of still on that hype).
Sometimes I wonder –
Growth is good and all, but when is “good” good enough?
Like, I know that making yourself uncomfortable and whatnot is good for growth – but sometimes ya girl just wants to be comfy, ya know?
Like if I have the option to choose between the chair with nails sticking out of it and the chair with and extremely soft cushion that feels like a cloud – you better believe I’m gonna choose the chair with the cloud! Maybe that’s not the best analogy – but I feel like there’s a very fine line between feeling uncomfortable and being just downright MISERY.