Miles in Unfamiliar Shoes

If I asked you to walk a mile in my shoes there are some obvious moments that you would see; there would be a lot of wishing you were eating pizza, playing with puppies and impromptu concerts in the car. You would spend your work days in the wine isle of HEB and your weekends at the river. You may have been able to guess these things since I am a transparent person, or maybe you simply stalk my social media (in which case I can’t blame you.)

Without putting yourself into my shoes though you only get what I choose for you to see. You won’t feel the baggage that I carry around from nights I wish hadn’t happened or from times I said ‘yes’ to things and didn’t really know why. The familiarity of my obsession with my weight wouldn’t cross your mind because you wouldn’t know what its like for the people that love you to constantly be making assessments on your appearance (even though you’ve spent the last four years of your life healthy and fit.)

There is more to me than meets the eye and it is not always pretty or endearing, just like the theme of controversy that is ebbing throughout America right now. What started as a soft hum is now  a boisterous cry that no one is exempt from hearing. Media sites storm our screens with biased news, short clips and fast information. Facebook politicians run their fingers across their keyboards, or smartphones, on an hour-by-hour basis making sure that people know that we are all destined for an impending hell.

Agendas have been set and are being executed, something that has become somewhat an art of humanity. We have always been good at saying “well, I think this..” or “this is what affects my family”, but forget that the person next to us is not less human due to our lack of acquaintance.

Back to putting ourselves in someone else’s shoes. Consider the family who’s child was just shot, or the community who has seen yet another member gone. Maybe we cannot feel their loss but are outraged at what we see as injustice, or maybe we are sick of hearing their cries because we see it as “wolf” over and over again. If you can’t see yourself there maybe imagine what it is like to walk around a country in your culture’s dress, holding tight to your traditions and beliefs, and have mothers steer their children away from you as if your appearance dictates whether or not you’re carrying a bomb. If you were given an ounce of their pain, would their suffering then be relevant? If we do not acknowledge the legitimacy of others right to pain or an opinion then what right do we have to comment on it?

There is an obvious division within our country right now, but we cannot expect a culture that is “undivided” if we do not learn the meaning of compromise as it is closely related to empathy. Whether it be another person shot by police, a differing political opinion or the fact that someone isn’t what we want them to be, there is a fracture in the color bar that needs to be fixed first within ourselves.

Life is full of hard conversations and decluttering of the heart. Being human is a messy thing, often lead by an “I’m right, you’re wrong” mentality where we are tough to control and quick to place blame. Some may say I am not realistic or that more “affirmative action” is what will whip this country back in to shape, but this no dreamers wish, this is the reality that we are living day in and day out.

An old Proverb says that a wise man is slow to speak and quick to listen. May our hearts gravitate towards such wisdom.

Attitude of Grattitude

Being an adult is hard, that much I have learned. Your car needs new tires? $400+. Moving and want a one bedroom with a six month lease? $1000/mo. People at work are difficult to work with? Better not cry in front of them.

The past six months of my life have been more rain than shine, or so my weary body likes to say. Over and over again the tears have fallen fiercely down my cheeks as I sit in my living room trying to remind myself to breathe. Bitter and a bit rusted, neither of these words are what I thought the freedom of adulthood would taste like.

If there were an award for the worlds largest pity party I would have a shining trophy for my mantle.

It is not that my struggles and fears are not legitimate, they are, but if there’s something I’ve begun to learn other than that adulthood is tough, it is this: your attitude helps to shape your reality. The world may be spinning to fast for me right now, but it will either slow down or I simply will learn to run faster.

I am having to train myself to wake up in the morning and find joy in the fact that I woke up… what an easy concept that is not so easy to put into practice.

This weekend I found joy in going to the zoo, sharing dinner and laughs with a friend and getting to just hug my boyfriend. Still, I found the worry and doubt trying to fight it’s way back into my mind.

Growing up has not only given me a reality check, but attitude check as well.

Misery loves its company and the more that we dwell on it the more prevalent it becomes in our lives. It seeps in almost quietly until we are consumed, hopeless. This is not the life we were designed to live.

Today I came home from the store with peonies that my boyfriend bought for me. Since our first date he has done nothing but learn the ins and outs of my heart, but the first thing that he learned was my love for peonies. Today I chose to let that simple gesture saturate my heart; today I chose that little piece of joy over all of the noise.



Why I Hate Read Receipts and “That Guy”

Have you ever sent someone a message that was of significance only to see that they had read it and made the decision to not respond? Or adversely do you know someone who views the message without actually opening it to make you think that they haven’t seen it, letting hours go by before they finally remember “oh yeah, they asked what I wanted for dinner”? This is why I do not keep my read receipts on whatsoever because it invites a lack of urgency in communication by giving someone that option to pretend they cared or to blatantly ignore something of importance.*

*This isn’t always the case, trust me I of all people understand being busy, but bear with me

In my experience I have noticed that relationships fail, or do not bloom, almost always due to a lack of healthy communication. It is not simply the act of not responding, but not responding with the importance of the other person in mind.        When we are tired or frustrated it is easy for us to talk to a friend or a loved one or even a stranger like they are beneath us or not worth our patience and time. To set a scenario you have had a long couple of days, you’re feeling frustrated with the world and all of it’s complaints and you come home to something that really gets under your skin. Your roommate did not mean to do whatever it is that they did, but nonetheless there you are agitated and ready to take it out on them. They walk in the room and all you can muster is a passive aggressive sigh or stomp to your bedroom, leaving them confused and hurt by your lack of communication. Back the scenario up and say that instead of saying nothing you offer another passive aggressive response, but you say “yeah, your day wasn’t as hard as mine” and roll your eyes as they try to tell you about how they tripped in front of a thousand people. There is a lack of communication here and no solution to the problem. You do not like what your roommate did, and odds are that you will not like it when they do it again, but because there was no communication it is bound to be set into a cycle creating a hostile environment.

Another way that we as a culture do not communicate well is when somethingbothers us and we do not say anything, but get sassy anyways, we help to maintain that hostile environment. If something bothers you, do not be afraid to say it. People appreciate honesty more than a snide remark.

A crucial point to communication is that when someone wants to have a tense conversation it does not mean that they want to argue. When we shut down because we “just don’t want to deal with it” or “just don’t want to argue” it means that we do not want to give any importance or significance to what someone else is feeling or has to say. When we shut them down we are saying, “Your feelings are irrelevant to me.”

When we do not communicate well we invite a lack of consistency, which in turn invites a lack of respect. This is the end of relationships. This is what tears us apart from one another.

So how do we overcome this fracture in the color bar? We begin to live, and love, with intention. When something bothers us we speak up and say something, not leaving our friend in the dark as to our frustrations. You cannot fix what has not been brought to light. We remember that if we want a friend we have to be a friend. If someone makes it obvious to you that they want to talk, or that they are hurting, give them the time of day. When it is all said and done you will have lost nothing but will have gained the respect of someone who needed you in that moment (PS that’s how you get people to like you, be the person who gives them the time of day or takes the time to save the day.)

There are 1,440 minutes in a day and it takes you all but 20 of those to keep up a relationship. Don’t be that guy.

Me Too

Tonight I shared a bottle of wine with one of my favorite people. If you know me at all you know that one of my favorite things to do is to make dinner and open a bottle. I love to entertain people and I love to take care of them, I guess you could say that I am naturally a nurturer (except I like nutrients that are red and BAC raising, not white and vitamin enriching). We talked about what is going on in our lives whether it be school, work or boys. Let’s face it we mostly talked about boys.

At some point in the conversation I noticed that there was a moment that kept happening. It was a phrase that kept running through my mind and I wanted to not only say it, but shout it because it was so important.

“Well, he just didn’t treat me right. He wasn’t nice to me.”
“I have a hard time liking myself but at the same time I’m really into myself.”*
“This is my life in a picture. Except with a glass of wine.”
“He wouldn’t even look at me. It hurt so bad.”

*this was a discussion that came after the realization that we both watch our own snap story more than we watch other peoples


Over and over again my friend would say something and all I could think was, “me too.”

If I have ever said anything in my life that I thought was important, it may have been, but this will change the way that we treat ourselves and how we treat other people.

When I was sixteen I road tripped from the tiny town of Lake Jackson to the big city of Austin, where I coincidentally now reside. Author Rob Bell was speaking at the Paramount on Congress and I was lucky enough to have snagged a ticket to his Drops Like Stars tour. If you do not know who Rob Bell is that’s okay, who he is is not important, but what he taught me will haunt, and hopefully you, for the rest of my days.

There was a notecard under every seat, but we did not know that upon arrival. The talk began and we were all introduced to the idea of a hurting world and a big God who wanted to love on us. What a wonderful thought but it was nothing that I had not heard before. The idea of Drops Like Stars was Bell’s thoughts on creativity and suffering. There’s that word. Suffering. We’ve all suffered at some point in our lives, we’ve all been through something where we felt utterly alone, but such is life.

“Do you know that feeling in class when somebody raises his hand and says, ‘I don’t get it,’ and you feel so relieved that you aren’t the only one who isn’t getting it?
That is what great artists do.
That is what great people do.
They ask it.
They say it.
They express it.
They put into words what so many others are thinking and feeling and wondering. They affirm that you aren’t the only one having this experience.”

He hit the nail on the head. While Bailey and I were talking and we were sharing all of the hurt and the anguish and the “I don’t understand’s” there was something great beginning.

By the time he had gotten to the notecards Rob asked us to take them out from under our seats and write two words on them: Me too. He asked a lot of hard questions and brought up a lot of circumstances that were trivial – if we had been through something that he brought up, he asked us to stand.
It was not easy to do.
But as we stood and looked around at all of the different faces staring back, it was sobering. There I was, sixteen years old and frustrated because I didn’t have a dad, home wasn’t a safe place for me and I was terribly lonely. The woman two rows behind me was probably in her mid-thirties and felt the same way that I did. So did the elderly man in front of me and the guy my age who sat a few seats down. They got it. Somehow in all of the cosmos and all of the different lives that we had led, they were able to stand up and say, “me too.”

I still have that notecard and I hadn’t pulled it out in years until tonight.

“If someone said “Please stand if you’ve been to Hawaii” or “Please stand if you’ve had to fire your interior decorator” or “Please stand if you drive a station wagon,” it just wouldn’t have the same effect, would it? But suffering, suffering unites. It doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor or black or white or right of left or young or old- if you have the same disease as someone else or if you both have a daughter with an eating disorder or have a brother in jail or had a spouse die or recently were fired… you have a bond that transcends whatever differences you have. That’s what suffering does. This is the art of solidarity.“

Today I am feeling (almost) 22 and I have been through things that I do not like to talk about. I have not always been treated well and I have not always treated others well. I have tasted the loss of my innocence, even when it was stolen from me. I have made decisions that I am not very proud of to get superficial attention from people who didn’t deserve mine. The light has not always shone from my eyes the way that it does when I’m feeling like I run the world, that is a new emotion for me.
Although I do not like to revisit these moments, it is important to. They have made me who I am. They’ve given me the opportunity to be strong and to be brave. They’ve taught me how to stand up for myself. Most importantly, the suffering has given me the ability to look at someone while they are hurting or are lonely or scared with confidence that when I say “me too” they’re going to save that in their memory, just like I saved that notecard all of these years.

Time // Grace // Gentleness

Time is a funny thing. It heals, it teaches patience, it makes us sit back and gain a little perspective. We come to find who we are with a little bit of time. I’ve had almost twenty-two years worth of it; twenty-two years worth of sunsets, twenty-two years worth of tears, twenty-two years to watch in awe as this strange life that I lead has grown up, and fallen down, around me. I’ve learned that I am a little bit of a tea party and a little bit rock n roll. I do not like weird textures when it comes to food and I very much so like transparency in people.

Lately I have been learning to take time with myself so that I can learn to be gentler and more forgiving to my own heart; this has not been easy. I am a type A personality to the bone. I dot my i’s and cross my t’s. I do not like to be late and if I cannot control something then frustration begins to set in. On the flip side I regularly find myself apologizing, though it may be in my head, for messing something up. I fear loss. Loss of dignity. Loss of innocence. Loss of control. Loss of time. I fear loss so much it has given me unhealthy anxiety levels and landed me in on a therapists couch; this is the best thing that has happened to me thus far. If I feel as though I have messed up a relationship or a project or my finances, I’ve lost. There is nothing that I have gained other than anxiety and frustrations and I beat it into my head over and over again that it is all my fault even when that is not the case.

This is not the way that I want to live.

As I have taken time to sit with myself, and given myself a little grace, I have had a few different realizations that have given me peace and widened my scope of perception.

It’s not me. It’s you.

When someone else is not ready for a relationship or does not treat you right, do not tell yourself that you’re the problem; odds are you aren’t. People cannot give appropriate love when they cannot get a grip on their own lives. Do not sit there and wonder why you were not enough or why you were too much because that only leads to self depreciation and you are more than that. Don’t blame yourself over someone who has nothing to offer you – perspective says you’re better off without them.

You don’t always get to have control.

The universe has a way of working things out. God provides. Say it again and again and again until you believe it. You did not lose control; it was never yours to keep.

Learning, growing, stretching and changing is g r a t i f y i n g.

I know it feels like you’ve lost your way sometimes because life is not how it has always been or how you thought it should be, but it’s gratifying to be caught up in a whirlwind. You will lose your way, but it does not mean that you won’t come out on top. This has been the most significant challenge for me thus far. I regularly feel like I’m in the valley, when others see my life as a mountaintop. I could do better. I could do things differently. I should have been p e r f e c t. At the end of the day I have learned to give myself grace. Be gentle with yourself and do the best that you can.

At the end of the day, time has given me sunrises, laughter, fireworks and a full heart. This is more than has ever been taken away from me.

“If you choose to seek perfection may it be in an infallible grace – for yourself, and for everyone around you.”

99 Problems but Good Friend’s Ain’t One

I recently drove from Texas to Florida with my best friend. Normally I would caution anyone and everyone to skip the monotonous drive and hop on a plane, but on this occasion I recommend enduring the 16 hours while listening to a healthy mixture of ScHoolboy Q, the Dixie Chicks and an audio book. From the long stretch of Texas to “Gator’s One Stop” in Mississippi, all the way to Daytona, up until I hopped on the plane and headed home, I was reminded of why Jenne is my best friend.

I sat on the plane and said to myself, “I just left my person in Florida for 6 whole weeks.. what do I do when I need to cry? Where do I go when I just need someone to go to sonic with me because it’s been a bad day, it’s after 8pm and milkshakes are ½ price?”

I hadn’t realized how much I depended on my friend until I couldn’t anymore. Coming from someone who is extremely independent, that would normally freak me out a little bit. I do not like to need people. I do not like to feel like I cannot do something on my own, but time and heartbreak have proven that there are some mountains in life that you need help climbing.

Rewind to being in Florida. It was my second to last night there and Jenne and I were sitting at Bubba Gumps enjoying our usual kids meal. We talked and laughed about how I had a beer with my kids meal, about boys, and all other “normal” topics best friends cover at dinner. That is all on top of everything we talked about on hour 16-hour car ride because I drank a huge red bull before we hit the road and let’s face it that will keep you up for 36 hours easily. Though those conversations are held in truth, what came next was nothing but pure, unadulterated honesty.

I got on a soap box about the kind of woman I want to be.

If you know me even a little bit you know that I am a passionate person. I want to live life with gusto. My heart is almost always on my sleeve and I will not apologize for it. There in Daytona Beach I rambled on and on and on about how I want to be strong, self-reliant, kind and courageous. I want to leave a footprint in this world because there are some things that are so important that we cannot, and should not, be quiet about them.

Women’s empowerment (and mens. Go men!). The importance of self worth. Being gentle with yourself and others. Why people are more than the words you give them. These are the things I will not silence myself on.

And silent I wasn’t.

I poured out my hopes and dreams right there to someone who not only listened to every word, but who loves the heart that is behind the words.

This. Is. Huge.

I dated someone for a while who never listened to me. Do you know how absolutely frustrating that is?

“So this is what I did today”* Stares at the video game in front of him*

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and…” *Once again stares at the video game in front of him*

After that ended I told myself that never again would I spend copious amounts of time with people who do not care what I did that day or do not want to hear about my heart.

Support is important. I want to be a strong woman but I cannot be that without courage. Author Rene Brown shows a different side of courage in her book I Thought It Was Just Me: Women Reclaiming Power and Courage in a Culture of Shame.

“Courage is a heart word. The root of the word courage is cor – the Latin word for heart. In one of its earliest forms, the word courage meant “To speak one’s mind by telling all one’s heart.” Over time, this definition has changed, and today, we typically associate courage with heroic and brave deeds. But in my opinion, this definition fails to recognize the inner strength and level of commitment required for us to actually speak honestly and openly about who we are and about our experiences — good and bad. Speaking from our hearts is what I think of as “ordinary courage.”

Reading that continues to excite me. How simple it seems to have audacious courage in the face of our insecurities and misgivings. Yet without someone fighting alongside us saying, “It’s okay to be honest about who you are” it is not simple. It’s hard. It’s really, really hard. People are not always going to like what we have to say. They may not agree with what we stand for. Sometimes they flat out just might not like us. That’s okay, too. Besides, they’re not always going to “get it” as I have said before.

There are so many different things that my friends have taught me that have helped shape me into the confident person that I am today but there are a few that I find particularly important:

Stand up for yourself. I went through most of my life with the “some battles aren’t worth fighting” mentality. Or I thought that I did. Really I lived as if most battles weren’t worth fighting as long as it came down to me having to confront people that were mean to me or had wronged me. After hearing “Lauren, you really need to learn to stand up for yourself” enough times it clicked. (CC: Mallory and Britney) I finally got it and let me tell you it feels really awesome to look at someone who’s being an asshat and tell them that they can talk. To. The. Hand. Or whatever the kids are saying these days.

Appreciation is medicine for the soul. How satisfying is it to have people that tell you how much you mean to them? Appreciation helps us to be strong and courageous even when we are low. Having friends come beside you and say, “Thanks for being my rock” is like a spoonful of sugar. We need gratitude. It’s fuel. It’s life-giving. It let’s us know that the phrase that we all learned in grade school, “If you want a friend, be a friend”, is actually worth remembering.

People share because they care. The quote I used by Brene Brown I first heard in a TED talk on vulnerability that Meghan sent me the link to. Obviously I loved it. Obviously she knew that I would and that I needed to hear it. Having friends who know what you need when you need it is another kind of medicine in itself. They come over with ice cream (or take you to get margaritas since we are adults now) when you are crying because growing up is just really hard, okay? They tell you to woman up because it’s not cute to be petty (and hey, we are working on being kind). They send you funny pictures because they know that you’re going to appreciate them just as much as they do. It’s people like this that make me want to be strong because they deserve that to be shared with them.

If something or someone is toxic, run as fast as you can but it’s okay people will still love you even if you’re kind of speed walking (Ok maybe sitting on the couch still). We all have our vices, but stronger is the bond of our friends. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard “Lauren, you deserve better than that” or “Lauren, it’s time to let that go” and I did not listen. Still here I am writing a post about how thankful I am for my friends. They give me their strength when I do not have my own.

So go on that road trip. Drive the 16 hours. See what you find at dinner with your best friend. Be grateful. Be honest. Be strong.

Lauren and Jenne 1  Lauren and Jenne 3Lauren and Jenne 2

Being Youer than You in 2015

There has always been something distinctly dreamlike about my life. Everything wasn’t necessarily tangible, I was always pining after some kind of perfection that was just out of my reach (as most things are when you’re 5’1″). I couldn’t quite get “it” right, whatever it was. I was always falling short of my own expectations – expectations I had for myself because I needed people to think that I had it all figured out. I was always the “wise” one, the one who was “too smart” for “that”, whatever [that] is. I was always in a gridlock with myself, trying to fight being who I really was and who everyone else expected me to be (or who I thought they did). I reached as far and as wide as I could to grasp onto the person that I thought I was supposed to be, to the things that I was supposed to believe, still everything was hazy – like a dream that never really had a point. I had worked my entire life to be “good” and a “leader” and the one who knew without a shadow of a doubt who she was or what she believed.. In the mix of trying to please others, I realized I was exhausted and it was getting harder and harder to pretend to be someone that not only I was not, but did not want to be. 

At the beginning of 2014 I started to make decisions for myself; I tasted pieces of carnality, driven by instinct, ridden with wide-eyed stares from onlookers who “just didn’t understand.” As the year progressed, and I fought my way through the haze, the stares turned to whispers and the whispers turned to backhanded remarks belittling my choices and creating no value in the eyes of those who didn’t understand. But that was the thing – and still is – I am building from ground zero. And not everyone wants to, or needs to, do that so they don’t understand and may never.
When you have made decisions for other people (or religion) your entire life, then decide to make them solely for yourself, people will not always “get it.” Just like I never got “it.” And that is okay. But I needed to start over and find out who I wanted to be and I am still left standing on my own two feet, better than from where I began.
The question I kept asking myself was, “What all do I leave in the rear view?” I didn’t want to be someone I didn’t recognize, but I knew I wasn’t being true to myself by pretending to be the girl on the pedestal.
As 2015 has approached I have put much thought into how my life has become clear “old me” and “new me” (if there is such a thing) – it isn’t the new year that has taught me lessons on who I am, but the past one and all of the years previous to the last. It has been the people who have loved me without condition and for my sometimes brutal honesty of who I am. It has been the new (and old), unique friendships and the time that has been lent to me that have helped make me a whole person. So to time, life and my loved ones – thank you. Here is a list of 10 things that you have taught me in 2014 that I will take into the New Year and forever:
1. People will not always agree with or understand your decisions, but as the cliche goes they do not live your life – and they can’t. The older I get the biggest favor that I have done for myself is learning to make a life for myself that other people can either fit into or fade into the background of. If they’re supposed to stay then they will.
2. People (even your friends) will talk and that is just part of life. Other peoples words do note create or disseminate your value, no matter how vicious. They will not stop the world from spinning and as you focus on reaching for the things that you love and for your goals, all of the words (especially the ones that hurt you) become nothing but background noise.
3. You can be, date, love, sleep with, eat with, scheme with, or create dreams with whoever you want. Period. The end. You owe no one an apology or explanation for it.
4. Happy girls REALLY ARE the prettiest girls. Do things that bring you joy. It helps keep you young.
5. When you need to vent take 3 breaths and call your mom. She may be crazy sometimes, but she is always on your team and won’t tell everyone the words you spew out of frustration.
6. You cannot fix people and it is not your responsibility. If someone wears you out, breaks you down and takes advantage of your friendship – you do not owe it to them to “be there for them through whatever” because sometimes there comes a point where “whatever” hurts more than the person going through it.
7. It is not worth it to be bitter – especially over things that truly do not concern you. You’re only hurting yourself. Drop the hatred. Love is easier.
8. Mind your business. Mind your business. Mind your business.
9. Love and relationships are amazing but don’t sacrifice all of your independence. If every plan you make for your life is synonymous with someone else’s (especially to the point that making plans throughout the week is solely dependent on them) then you need to create another part of your world that revolves around you, not them. Be dependent on yourself, not someone else. Add them into your world, don’t make them the crux of it.
10. People who really love you, love you for you. If they don’t they will show it and you are much better off without them. Don’t be afraid to be yourself!
“Today you are you and that’s truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you.” Dr. Seuss 

Love Was Made for Me and Me

Living in a house where 3/5 people are undeniably in love comes with a cornucopia of different feelings for those that aren’t. This is something that I am sure most people can relate to at some point in their life, and can raise the third-wheel flag in surrender. As this semester is coming to an end I am reflecting on not only the relationships that I have watched blossom, but also the ones that I have watched crash and burn, fade away, or oddly seem to take form in my own life.

I spent months watching Samantha and Haley, unknowingly, take notes from John Green. They fell in love the way that you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once. Clay spent all of his time with Samantha whether it be at our house or his; they cooked together, laughed together, and even obsessed over video games together. Zac lives in Lubbock so Haley doesn’t get to see him as much as she would like, but the distance truly has only made her heart grow fonder.

The question could not help but be begged… Where was my prince charming?

Well, I have come to find out that not all princes are charming, and sometimes the frogs are better kissers.

As vague as it all seems, the point of this story is that all of this time that I spent wanting what my roommates had I forgot how beautiful it is to simply love yourself. Forming a relationship with myself is the most significant thing that I have learned to do this year. If no one wants to hang out or doesn’t have the time, that’s okay, I can hang out alone. If there is a new movie that I want to see, I can take myself on a date. In other ways I have focused on my career goals and began getting my Real Estate license, I’ve gotten back into running regularly, and I’ve realized that if I want to eat sugar then I can eat sugar (hints the utter adoration for my Easter basket… a depiction of true love.)


After it is all said and done I am left with this: I am my own best friend.

Carrie Bradshaw said it best when she said “But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.”

And after learning to be okay alone, well, my life has become fabulous.

PS An anon on twitter that I have found that truly seems to understand what it means to just live every day life (and tells you about hers) and seems to genuinely understand everything that I just talked about, is @fierceandlittle. Go follow her:

Society today is in a very digital age. We are constantly refreshing our timelines, putting our thoughts out on the world wide web for anyone to see, and reading what others have to say. I know that in my house we tweet about, or to, each other constantly (Mostly @jennebroccoli and I). So for this post I decided to search the depths of twitter for things that other people around the internet have to say about their roommates. Some have proved to be hilarious and in good humor, and others… Well, let’s just hope they’re sleeping with one eye open.


Check out this storify post that sums it all up: