permission

Permission: You're Not 16 Anymore and You Don't Need to Ask For It[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.

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why i blog

Why the hell do I even blog? An answer to a very personal question[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.

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just start

[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.

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Growth is Good, But Why?

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.

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no one knows what they’re doing

no one really knows what they're doing at all (ever)This is a little something I’m literally just learning at the ripe age of 25. I’m not really sure what exactly I’m ‘ripe’ for but that’s just something I hear people say, so there you go.

NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE HELL THEY’RE DOING WITH THEIR LIVES. Or where their lives will be in 5 years ~dreaded interview question~

When I was younger (read: yesterday), I thought that everyone else had everything figured out and I was the only one looking for something, anything to grasp on to. But nope, turns out everyone else is just as floppily floundering. Okay, maybe not EVERYONE (there are those rarities who have known they were going to be doctors from the age of 2), but I think for most of us, we sort of know the general direction, and the rest is just figuring it out as we go along.

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