This shit gets me going. I’ve been downsizing my belongings, changing my life path, and analyzing what truly makes me happy. Though I haven’t gotten to experience the exhilaration of packing up my bike and leaving the city quite yet, hearing stories like Vince’s ignite a passion so deep in my heart I find myself running down to my garage at midnight to try and get my bike running again.
I simply cannot wait to take a trip this year. The time is now. Get inspired. Go do something you love.
The days end rolls into the beginning of the next, and you find yourself tied up in work, personal tasks, staying active, and trying to maintain your social relationships, on top of many other layers of responsibilities we’re bound to. It’s extremely easy to get caught up in the day-to-day commotion, and forget how important self-reflection is.
Twenty-four has been the most exciting, confusing, tumultuous, disheartening, demanding, life-changing year I have had the pleasure of living- thus far. I have succeeded and failed in career endeavors, pined over and surpassed a broken heart, gained and lost developed relationships, started life in a new city, doubted myself in a new city, mourned over perished relatives 2,000 miles away from home, trudged through an acute accident, and tried to keep it together despite being a twenty-something doubting the direction I’ve been traveling.
Now, as I enter into a new year, in a new chapter in life and am on the brink of twenty-five, I am finding introspection to be a predominate importance in my life. This is where my journey begins. I hope to let go of being an impostor, plant my feet firmly where I stand, and grow into my true self.
My plans are to spend the next month disconnecting from the parameters of social media, pushing myself out of my comfort zone, opening myself up to new experiences, and finding my innermost self through these new experiences keeping a journal as I go along (you know… to self-reflect on my self-reflection ;) )
On that note, if any loved ones would like to keep in contact over the next month while I take a social media hiatus… please feel free to email me (email@example.com) or send me your address so I can write you some handmade heartfelt updates on my experiences.
Applying some knowledge I’ve gained by starting to learn HTML/CSS on my website. Progress. Feels good!
I really enjoy people watching. I will usually grab a spot by a window while out for a meal, and did precisely that while I grabbed dinner. In front of me was a Surly Cross Check (Minnesota, rep!) and a young man did a double take while passing it. Apparently he was so interested he backtracked to take a real good look at it, and even brought a crew of pals to admire its beauty. Ahhhh, yes. Little joys of being a Midwestern.
Speaking with my wonderful mother about the trivial qualms in the day of twenty-something and always providing me the best insight that leaves me feeling calmer, more composed, and completely triumphant after.
Leaving dinner from a neighborhood cafe and crossing paths with a father and his young daughter walking hand-in-hand down the sidewalk admiring the sky. The moment in passing she pointed up and told me to remember how beautiful the moon is.
Being foolishly mesmerized by how shimmering the walk between 18th and 16th was on Valencia.
Another Year’s End + the Beginning of Something New
Another year has come and passed, and it seems to sneak up without warning. Reflecting back on 2013 has been a large task, and beginning to plan for 2014 has been hopeful, exciting, and integral.
The ending of 2013 has held the low points of the year. Namely, recovering from a serious motorcycle accident and learning to cope with a mend so far away from home, and estranged from social interaction. I drafted many coping mechanisms, but only one had stuck. No matter how daunting the day, it was necessary to pick out tree little blips of joy that was presented me through the duration of my waking hours.
When I returned home for the holidays, I made a seven day letter project written to a friend to share these little joys, just so they could have a place to live outside of my own thoughts, and manifest somewhere in the world. Mainly in hopes some positivity could be sent out into the world, and more positivity would find its way back. And, well… because sending mail has a seriously nostalgic/heartwarming quality! (Go send someone a letter, keep that postal service alive!)
Since the act of making these little joys manifest in the world gave me a bit of satisfaction, I have decided to implement it into a project for 2014. This will be my attempt to commemorate small or big forms of happiness that appear in my day, even if I’m really not diggin’ what the bulk of the day has given me. There’s always room to acknowledge a bit of little joy.
On that note, to kick off the New Year, I present to you the first of my Little Joys project.
Little Joy: Wednesday, January 1, 2014:
Racing against the clock to arrive at a New Year’s Eve destination in order to participate in the last few moments of 2013. Arriving to a crowded dance floor with two seconds to spare after racing down Mission street, being held at the door, and making the trek inside.
Holiday parking. Best gift ever.
Roaming Prelinger’s Library for the first time with my wonderful coworker pal + leaving with a plethora of inspiration to create.
After months 2 of settling, I felt the need to do some apartment therapy. I’ve been meaning to frame this print for months. After getting all of my “adult” matters taken care of on my day off, I decided to give this beaut a home.
Letterpressed by my ever talented and amazing boyfriend, David Dresbach. I love having his work up on my walls.
Spent the entire afternoon baking and making chocolates for Valentines Day (www.etsy.com/shop/TigressCo) Made my house smell fantastic. Baked 2 batches of vegan shortbread cookies and topped them with sun butter (I added too much salt into the dough… hoping the sun butter covers it up—oops!) And I’m off to deliver all goods to a friends New Orleans all vegan style birthday.
Here’s to a productive weekend. Happy Saturday, punks!