A few mornings ago, I woke up with a migraine and couldn’t stop thinking about the various people who have come in and out of my life. A person who I was once so close with and now life has changed that relationship completely. It’s crazy to think one day your best friend that you talk to daily isn’t a part of your life anymore. All based on circumstances: once parallel lives now run perpendicular, a move due to relocation for a job, having children, an argument turned sour and even death. I’m beginning to remember (and hesitantly) accept the fact that we enter and exit this world on our own. Family, friends and significant others become so close to us that we can’t bear to think of our world with out them – until we are forced apart. If anything, this realization is making me appreciate the precious time I have with each loved one.
In regards to the people I no longer speak to due to circumstances listed above. Do they know how much they meant to me at the peak of our closeness? Do they understand why we are no longer close? If they don’t understand, are they angry with me? Do they randomly think of me and wonder how I am like I am thinking of them and wondering how they are? Are they happy? Do they care if I am happy? Are they just as scared to reach out to me as I am to reach out to them? If they saw me in the grocery store or at a concert would they say hi? Would I say hi or pretend I didn’t see them? If something catastrophic happened to either one of us, would we attend each other’s funerals? At the funeral, would we wish we would have reached out more?…It is all unknown and people rarely discuss this type of situation with one another until it may be too late.
Often times social media leads us to believe & perceive that our lives are perfect and wonderful. Happiness, sunshine and don’t forget the butterflies with rainbows! …Really? I don’t think so… Personally, I think Facebook should have been called Stalkbook or Bragbook due to the unrealistic expectations on how hard life really is. I no longer have a fb, but still have Instagram. I watch the people I “follow” from afar not knowing what is really going on in each of their lives. Their good days, bad days, hardships, heartbreaks and everything in between.
Maybe we are too busy in life to keep in touch or stay on the best of terms with everyone that has ever been close to us. In college, I remember reading an article on how people will enter our lives for a reason, season or lifetime. That has to mean something. I have to end for today, but will keep pondering this subject today, tomorrow and probably for the rest of my life xx
For the last 5+ or so years, I’ve noticed that I am extremely uncomfortable with displaying myself in bright, neon or flamboyant colors. This can relate to clothes, make up, accessories and/or nail polish. It doesn’t mean I absolutely wont do it, but when I do… I am highly uncomfortable. I’m often told to “step out” of my comfort zone to avoid being boring or routine. Although this advice is unsolicited (wink, wink) – I can’t help but wonder…Is it a bad thing that I like to stick to my favorites? That I don’t mind if other people find my choice of polish “boring”? It’s not their body so why do they care so much? I do try to push myself in the “fashion” department (clothing/accessories) because I know dressing in all black/neutrals for the rest of my life isn’t realistic. The other day at the nail salon I noticed most of the women were picking nails colors for summer: bright pink, neon orange – even yellow with sparkles! As long as they feel comfortable and happy with that specific color – more power to them! Personally, I’ve haven’t been able to bring myself to pick a color further than a baby pink nude or off white for my hands. Obviously, darker colors on my toes are an easier pill for me to swallow – deep wine reds and purples are sometimes manageable. But for the past 2 years, I’ve mostly stuck with the same color for my nails: OPI’s funny bunny. Its a great off-white that’s neutral enough with only two coats. It’s my absolute favorite & preferred color for my hands and I’ve even started wearing it on my toes, too. I like that it makes my hands and feet look incredibly natural and clean. Basically, the purpose of this post is 1) to remind myself years down the road if I forget some of my current favorite things and 2) to be comfortable and happy with how you present yourself – regardless of what others think 🙂
[Lighting: at home]
[Lighting: fluorescents in the office]
[Lighting: natural sunlight]
…has 4 legs, a long body and sausage legs. I still have a hard time believing she will be 7 in January. She is a diva and my baby girl, which scares me that I can actually love a dog as much as I do. What does that mean when I have kids? People have often told me to multiply the amount of love that I have for Zodi by 100 in order to get some sort of an idea of how I’ll feel about my future children. We will see, but for now I’m perfectly content with the fact that I am 28 (almost 29) and completely obsessed with my dog 🙂
Puppy Zodi – 8 weeks old
Zodi – 6 months old
The past 6 years of Halloween costumes
One of my favorite Zodi pics taken 5/14/2015.
Be prepared to see several posts of Zodi on this blog as I am mostly using it to document the important aspects of my life: loved ones. Some of my favorites will also be randomly thrown in here: quotes, recipes, stories and accomplishments. I plan to keep this blog for several plus years to come and am interested to see what the future holds! xx