[One of the duties at my job was monitoring nest boxes – however, I don’t do that as much now, but I really loved it! Baby birds galore. Although there were some dead ones, that was a bummer. And one time I got chased by wasps]
I work as an Education Programs Coordinator for an environmental nonprofit that promotes the education and conservation of birds. I never ever expected to be working in the job that I am, never expected to become passionate about birds (before this I was more of a mammals person – but I think that’s how many people in the wildlife field start out lol), and never expected what it’d actually be like to work at an environmental nonprofit.
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~
[The Northern Lights were not at all what I had expected – read on for the truth behind my experience]
I thought it would be super fun to pick some pretty/epic looking (or just lame but maybe I have good stories ok??) travel photos and tell you the honest truth behind what was actually happening behind the scenes.
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.
[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.
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.