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.
So let’s do a real quick #tbt to two summers ago (ugh was it really that long ago, brb, gonna go cry my eyes out and maybe teleport there real quick…), when I was gallivanting through Ireland and just basking in the Irish-ness of it all.
I’d thought about hitchhiking (seemed like a cool way to meet people and have some unique experiences) but I was like ahhhhh I’m a solo female traveler and that. Is. SCARY.
And that feels good, somehow. Even though it might suck in the moment.
Full disclosure: This article is NOT encouraging you to be an jerk and be disrespectful in other countries (or anywhere, really). This is more like a chronicle of my mistakes for your reading pleasure. And to let you know that it’s OK TO MAKE MISTAKES. Just go, and deal with them as they come.
So, to start off, getting to and from AZ was A MISSION. Just LET ME TELL YOU.
So, we left at like 2PM meaning we drove almost all damn night and didn’t arrive until 3:30AM.
SO FUN RIGHT.
Lots of gas station stops and some casual peeing-on-the-side-of-the-road stuff too. Because we gotta keep it classy AF up in here.
And then we slept in the parking lot of Horseshoe Bend until sunrise. Ok well – a little after because we were so so damn sleepy.
* I do want to take a moment to acknowledge the native land we explored during this trip – that of the Hopi, Diné (Navajo), Southern Paiute, Ute, Hualapai, and Havasupai people. If I am incorrect please let me know! I am learning and want to acknowledge land properly and be as respectful as possible. If you’d like to see what native land you’re exploring or live on, click here.
So, without further ado, here are some stories of me being a total dumbass, enjoy!
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.