Hi there!

Hi there! Welcome to my corner of the internets. I'm a 26 year old therapist, photographer, and shop owner currently living in Seattle, Washington. My online spaces are educational and lifestyle accounts dedicated to educating, engaging, and empowering women through digital art, home design, and travel.... with a touch of humor and personality sprinkled throughout. Stay a while!

Thursday, May 3, 2012

The earth is all we have in common.




I feel like I would really miss the mountains if I didn't live here.

I think that's the thing I liked about India, as far as the nature went. 
The mountains were gorgeous. 

I could have sat on the roof of our compound for the rest of my life and I could have been completely fine. I believe I took a video of it. Pear haps I'll post it tomorrow.

I miss that, though. I miss having somewhere I could go, even if it was just for two weeks. Somewhere I knew I wouldn't be bothered. I mean, sure, now I can go to that one park I like. But, the park isn't the roof. The roof was a sanctuary. It was peaceful and it was a secret even though everyone knew about it. It was completely surrounded by the most beautiful mountains. It was quiet, except for those mornings when the Indian man sang his own definition of opera. But, that wasn't the worst either. 

Just go to India, okay? Then we can talk about it and connect. Like, the real kind of connect. The kind where you know the other person understands exactly how you are feeling about something. That's what we could do if you went to India.

Go there and sit on the roof. Sit on one of the concrete blocks with the strange metal tubes coming out of it. Watch all the lights go out. Listen to all the noises and make sure you memorize them, because they will be gone in two weeks. Don't take anyone with you either, because it's one of those things you have to experience alone. 

Those are the best experiences in my opinion.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

We all will be the greatest







I'm probably going to lose a lot of respect from you hipsters right now, BUT it needs to be said.

MUSIC IS NOT LIFE. MUSIC DOES NOT DEFINE YOUR LIFE. 

I mean, I get that music can be a great influencing factor, but I just get sick of these kids who claim "music is my life". I have however, found something that quite perfectly explains my feelings. I believe I found this blog through blog stalking, but honestly who knows. Sometimes I honestly have no idea how I found peoples blogs. Like Lindsey. How did I find your blog? I really can't remember and I think about it quite often for some reason.

Anyways, on this blog it says, "The words and expressions of people you don’t know and will never meet seem to somehow explain your innermost feelings. Since you’re not creative enough to express yourself artistically, you will use the musings of someone else and try to pass them off pitifully as your own".

That, to me, is dead on. It's like, why can't your life be explained by you? Why does a song have to explain "everything"?

Since we're on the subject of things-that-will-make-you-lose-respect-for-me, I should just say straight up that I listen to Hilary Duff and Lindsey Lohan. Gross, I know.


Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Find out what it means to me