An email, a search history and a day full of events
What keeps you awake at night? The existential dread of tomorrow and all the things you have to do? Fear of the dark or whatever might be lurking under your bed? For me, it’s all the stupid things I’ve ever said. Let me be clear about this, the amount of these stories is atrocious compared to a normal human being. I am a walking accident and could write a whole book on the embarrassing stories of my life (now there’s an idea…). Just ask my friends, they can vouch for this. I’ve narrowed it down to just a few that haunt me in the late hours of the night, so here goes.
I sat at my vanity sipping a wine, merlot, to be exact. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I thought, “what are you doing?”. Twenty-eight and I still get nervous about a first date? I feel like I could write a novel on these. All the horrible ones, all of the awkward moments and all of the let downs. Those were the worst to think back on. Having what you thought was a good time and then being “ghosted” was not something I relish the thought of.
There's No Place Like Logan's Place
Growing up in a small town has it’s staples. Everyone knows everyone, there’s team comradery for the local high school, a church on every corner and of course, the local eatery. Having grown up in the small Texas town that I’ve now relocated back to, I look back and realize I didn’t appreciate it as much as I do now. The local restaurant that is now the “it” place in town is new, but it has absolutely established itself as the new place to be.
Una Chaqueta Rojo
Thrifting isn’t something I do because it saves money, you can find cool and vintage items. I do it because it’s engraved in my DNA. The thrill of shopping in thrift stores is the search and THEN the find. In today’s society, it’s easy to search the internet and immediately find what you’re looking for. When you thrift and you find not only what you were looking for, you just know it was made for you. It was meant to be, if you will. This has happened to me countless times (not to be confused with every time I go about thrift shopping), and this is about the most recent time.
Stray to Stay
When people ask me where I got my dog, Bowie, I always end up telling the full story. How could I not? It was so random but so perfect, we were definitely meant to find one another. To this day, he’s my best friend and we are always on the same page. Sometimes I think he’s me, only in dog form.
Groovin' or Losin'
First off, let me say that I was never into Lo-Fi music for studying or background music until this year. Somehow, my brain functions when I listen to a podcast in the background, or maybe a sitcom I’ve seen a million times (no, it’s not The Office, it’s Frasier). With this, I found that while I was able to concentrate, I was still experiencing feeling rushed or always playing catch up with any project. Along with yoga and meditation, I started changing what I listened to and when I listened to it. This playlist is a little different, as it’s only made up from one artist, BROCKBEATS. This helps me concentrate since there is consistency, and I know what to expect. If I turn on new music, I become distracted by listening. Full playlist can be found at the bottom, and I have listed my top five songs from it below. Anyway, here goes…
Ok, Just Hear Me Out
I know what you are going to think as soon as I put this out there, and to be honest, I don’t blame you. “Of course she brought up THAT tv show,” you know what? Yeah, I am. Just hear me out though. The Office. We all know it, we all (well, most of us) love it. A cult classic, am I right? For the Schitt’s Creek lovers, it’s “simply the best,” so yes, I’m using it for comparison.
Ah, Spring. The frost is thawing, the birds start chirping, the weather is warming and... it's time to clean. All of a sudden, it seems that everything you’ve put off for the winter months (man, I wish that was the holiday weight) has made its way into a giant “to-do” list. Make some coffee, put on some music, and put your hair in a bun, it’s time to get cracking!
Little Black What?
It wasn’t the place I would normally find myself. Full of smokers, some classic rock placing over the new, digital jukebox. The wall on the far side of the room was painted from top to bottom, a mural of World War 2 and Korea. Being the youngest and, albeit, not a perfect ten, one of the more attractive women in the joint, I tried to avoid any contact with anyone and casually made my way over to a tall table against the wall. Someone brushes shoulders with me on their way out the door, guess I really am invisible, jerk.