Do y’all keep a travel journal? Or any kind of journal?
I’m definitely a journal person. Like, DEFINITELY a journal person. I’ve been keeping them since I was 6 years old…
My first entry was just one sentence about going to the “beatch”. I was so excited I even put an exclamation mark at the end of it, complete with a very enthusiastic heart.
That was pretty much the peak of my journaling journey.
I really really enjoy it (for the most part). But – before I get into what it’s like in the next article, here’s some background info to ~set the scene~
Because we all know that with Instagram and all those other social media platforms that are full of lies, it can be kinda disheartening sometimes.
It’s that time of year when the cacti start bloomin’ – a lot of them probably have already! As an avid cacti/succulent lover myself (how original) I thought I’d put together a quick guide of the ones I saw (and loved!) when I was living in Arizona during this time 2 years ago (ahhhh why does time go by so fast…).
This is the best time of year to visit the desert, in my opinion, because it’s not toooo hot yet and of course, CACTUS BLOOMS! (Also I am not perfect and don’t know everything specifically, but I’m doing my best :))
[The perfect beach in Ireland; Coumeenole Beach]
Because as much as I love fall, I also have a weird obsession with summer. And so, what do you do when you have a weird obsession with something? You make a list! A fucking bucket list, at that. Feel free to take my bucket list and use it for your own! I won’t be mad, I promise. I’ll also let you steal my Fall Bucket List!
UGH. I’m sure a lot of people have this problem, but especially for me, I feel it hard.
The overanalyzing that goes on in my life and the indecision is so damn real.
Too damn real, because it’s taking over my life. Not literally, but damn – I don’t usually overanalyze TOO much, but lately I’ve been in this super weird phase where I’m just THINKING about everyone and everything. I mean, as an INFP I’m always thinking thinking thinking, but lately I’ve been overthinkingthinking, if that makes sense. And the indecisiveness – don’t even get me started on that.
[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.
[Hanging out in 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.
[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.