Too Young to Realize, Too Reckless to Care.

I am the slackerist of all slacking bloggers lately.  I wish I had a great excuse, like that I was busy with really important and productive things, but sadly I do not. I’ve been doing nothing but yoga, playing hard to get and/or spooning with my dog, drinking coffee, and using my youth as an excuse to binge drink. It’s a rough life, but someone’s got to do it.

Since I haven’t posted in awhile, I thought I would comprise another list of life lessons that have hit me like a ton of bricks in the past month.  Everyone seriously loves lists. It’s science.

My life:

1.  Using your young age is the best excuse for most situations-  Hence the title of this post.  At the ripe age of 22, I am still a new little girl in the world.  I can basically blame a lot of my bad decisions on being to young to realize, and too reckless to care.  In reality, I (probably) know better. But guess what?  I am still super young and unexperienced in the scheme of life. I am still a sheltered middle-class American white girl and have little to no street cred or real world knowledge.  I know this.  If success was measured on memorizing the U.S. political structure or having a decent down-dog, I would maybe be successful.  But it’s not.  As much as we would like to think we know everything, we don’t.  The more we know, the less we know. Thus, use your young age to get you out of trouble while you still can.  For everyone over the age of 35 reading this, I feel that this excuse would be questionable.  In fact if you are over the age of 35 you can almost claim early onset dementia. I’m kidding. But seriously. Try it.

2.  New Years Eve actual < New Years Eve intended:  There is so much hype surrounding this one special night of the year. Like if the night is awesome, the entire year will surely follow in awesomeness. This is in fact a lie.  NYE always contains:  2 weeks of planning, a whoreish black ensemble, too much booze, a kiss with a stranger, and crying while your date vomits in the corner of a sketchy club that you paid $53948 to get into (the same bar that is too sketchy to enter on a normal night).  While these examples are entirely hypothetical (read: they’ve all happened to me at some point), NYE never turns out as planned.  It;s like prom or a killer vacation: fairytale in theory, disaster in real life.  The absolute best part of NYE is the day after. The world dies a little each New Years Day. Literally no one (me) moved. And for what?? to say you had the craziest and most reckless NYE EVER!!! I’m truly not trying to be the grinch of NYE, but it’s real.  Every year I decide that next year I wil do something meaningful and non-binge drinking, and every year I make the same mistakes. I’m too young to know better….

3.  Meeting someone for the first time after extensively stalking them on facebook makes for an awkward yet entertaining encounter– You know this has happened to you. Don’t lie. It’s never happened to me though. By hypothetically, lets say this happened to me last Thursday (it did).  After acting like I was surprised at the utterance of their name and the close proximity of their residence, things got a little awkward.  After the awkward subsided (yes, awkward is like nausea), I decided to throw my inhibitions to the wind and create entertainment.  Sometimes you just gotta.  Try this:  if you encounter this situation (which you will), casually bring up a very specific fact you know surrounding their hobbies. Like if they are a kite enthusiast (likely), say, “you know what my absolute favorite hobby is? flying kites! I love em’! they are graceful yet powerful!”; and watch the person crush grow exponentially.  Either that or they will completely suspect you are a stalker and the conversation will go from friendly to restraining order. No, I do not care that you think I’m a stalker now.  Yes, I find joy in social experiments such as this. meow.

4.  Frank Sinatra is a dirty liar–  The holidays are NOT the most wonderful time of the year, in fact they are potentially the opposite.  It’s a stressful time of year when people feel the need to show their love through gifts, throw the best holiday bash, commit to every engagement, and uphold every tradition regardless of how ridiculous it is.  The most suicides take place during the holidays.  Almost everyone is in a terrible mood.  I went running on Christmas day and did my usual wave and hello to the other people walking on the trail. Every other day others wave back, but on Christmas day, everyone was grim and rude. They were obviously escaping the in-laws back at the house, or ate too many bon-bons or whatever it is that people eat. And I got attacked by a dog. Boooo!  The irony about the holiday season is that it was probably not intended to be as terrible as it is. I’m opting out next year, mark my words. On a lighter note: Frank Sinatra is a stone cold fox.

5.  Material things are not for attachment–  My car was broken in to a few weeks ago while I was at dinner in the Highlands.  My window was shattered and pandemonium instilled. What’s comical about this situation, is the only thing that was missing was my (favorite) yoga bag full of sweaty yoga clothes and other random things.  While it was a bummer that this event even took place, it was a great realization of how I am truly not attached to my belongings. Thanks, yoga.  Material things are so transient and fleeting that if we attach any emotion to them, we are bound for distress.  What we have is not the same as who we are.  There is no correlation between how many pairs of lulu lemon pants you have with the quality of your character or life.  So I guess the take home lesson is to let go of your relationship with your things, and look for fulfillment elsewhere. That, and don’t leave your car unattended in moderately chic neighborhoods.

6. At some point, it’s no longer comical or acceptable to be the drunk girl in yoga teacher training– Yes. I was that girl, again. After my car was broken into, my friends savagely convinced me to go out on the town and forget about my problems. Obviously my lack of self control became an issue when I showed up at YTT (15 minutes late, reeking of vodka, and with the giggles), only to find myself in a 45 minute serious meditation activity. Ouch. Trying to control your mind sober is hard enough, doing it under the influence is a whole new level.  I tried using my young age as justification to not knowing better and being reckless, but it was not enough.  It would be acceptable if this was my first offense; unfortunately this is a weekly thing for me.  If you are ever in a yoga class and smell cheap white wine or potatoe vodka, there’s a good chance I’m in the room.  While I love being the hot mess sometimes, there comes a point where this role is no longer okay. From now-ish on, I am going to avidly try not to be “that girl” in my yoga functions.

7. Life is too short to hold grudges–  You know when you get a text from someone you haven’t spoken to in ages, and a whole flood of emotion comes over you because of past experiences?  When you run into someone and all you can see is how they hurt you?  It happens. Even if it’s been eons since this horrific event went down, you still remember every detail. I’ve had my fair share of being the backstabber and the backstabee (?) and know how it feels to be on both sides of the spectrum.  This month I’ve realized that humans inherently hurt other humans.  It’s in our nature to put others down, both knowingly and unknowingly. Everyone has been hurt by another person.  And almost everyone holds on to grudges.  I’ve recently let go of my past grudge, and it feels like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, even though I was “in control”.  So try it:  think of one person you resent right now (for an unreasonable reason…), and let it go.  Now obviously this won’t work if you resent someone for something real, like they committed manslaughter on your childhood dog or kidnapped your first-born or what have you.  But for any first world grudges, it works wonders.  Let. it. go.

7.5.  I love Ryan Gosling– I just thought you should know. This is not new, but it’s real. I love him. If you disagree, go here:, and then try to tell me you don’t love him.  In other news, I am currently tweeting Anderson Cooper on the reg to tell him that I love him. One day he will either: a. tweet me back, or b. love me back. Until then, bring it @AndersonCooper and Ryan Gosling.

8.  Resolutions are terrifying and unnecessary–  It’s super great that people make a pact to work-out more or spend less money on shoes in the coming year.  Good luck with that, I hope it lasts more than the 15 day national average.  Resolutions set us up for failure, and then make us feel like failures.  They are aimed at negative characteristics that we dislike in ourselves, and we almost always advert back to the norm because that’s who we are.  This year I invite you to simply be the best person you can be.  Strive to live the best life and be happy.  Don’t set expectations of what it should look like, just be in it (total yoga cliche, but whatever).  Set goals like finding your niche in life or doing one thing a day that makes you giggle (on the inside and outside).  Or committing one act of kindness a day.  Obviously if you are a serial killer and your resolution is to stop killing people, keep going with that one. Please.

9. You don’t need a plan– People have been asking me what I plan do after this vacation from life (college) is over.  My reply: your guess is as good as mine.  I started stressing about making a plan and getting my sh*t together, which ended in a tiny mental breakdown (lasting about 5 minutes…. minor obv.).  Then it hit me!  I don’t need a plan. No one needs a plan.  Trying to control and mold what you think your future should look like usually ends in shambles. Forcing yourself to get a big-kid job because it’s what you think you should do creates the miserable state of our parents generation. Ew. No one wants to be like their parents (syke. kinda.) So differ away from the shoulds and go with the flow.  Go into the next phase of your life without expectations and just see what happens.  I’m not advocating an existance of living on your parents couch and working at Taco Time (unless it’s really calling you…).  I’m simply saying don’t force yourself into a plan without trying plan-less first.  You never know what will knock you upside the head.  It could be the best thing EVER.

10. 2012 is a year to be as reckless as possible–  I know I said that resolutions are terrible (they are), but I had to make some sort of pact with myself for the coming year.  Now, I’m still unsure of my stance with this whole Nostradamus Apocalypse pandemonium, but I’ve decided to live this year like it was my last. My mantra: RECKLESS- to be utterly unconcerned with consequences.  My entire life has been filled with decisions in high regard for consequence and are usually logical by nature.  I’ve played it safe.  Too safe.  This year, I will not hold back on anything.  I am releasing my inhibitions to the wind.  I am going to travel my face off. I am going to meet as many people as possible and create experiences with them.  I am going to do whatever makes me happy and skip the rest.  I’m going to soul search and world search at the same time.  I’m going to find a unicorn, and be it’s friend.   I’m going to tell people how I really feel without holding back.  I’m going to be selfish and selfless at the same time.  Now I’m not saying I’m going to bail on my family and friends to move to Thailand or change my name or get a full body tattoo or take up fire-eating or commit major crimes (although I will consider doing all of those things at some point).  I’m saying living like no tomorrow. Embracing every day to the fullest.  Taking risks and doing things that scare you. Finding what you truly love to do, and doing it.  2012 is the year to do it!  Because guess what? even if the world doesn’t end in December, at least you will be able to look back and say you truly lived this year to it’s fullest potential.  Try it for a day. Let go of your mind and do what you want. GET RECKLESS.  You won’t regret it.


Peace and love to you. Namaste.


Just a few life lessons that may/may not happen in your life. Probably may.

I’m alive, I promise. I’ve been M.I.A. (Missing-In-Action, not the Indian pop star) the past month due to the death of my Unicorn. I’m kidding.  She’s still alive and I actually don’t have a good excuse as to why I haven’t blogged in a month.   I’ve acutally been feeling like my life is unblogworthy again, but as I said before, everyone’s life deserves to be documented.  Even Justin Beiber and my dog Niki.

I digress…

Here are the life lessons I’ve learned over the past month.  Some are profound and significant, while others are obviously absurd (and thus hilarious). Enjoy, avid reader (mom)…



1.  White Girl Problem jokes are usually not funny or enlightening to someone that is not caucasian.  Yes, I made a slip up while in group discussion about the 3G vs. 4G iPhone network.  Yes, there was a person of African-American decent in the group.  And yes, I was oblivious to the rapid level of increase in awkwardness among my group members.  You could literally cut the tension with a butter knife, apparently.  Lesson learned:  use First World Problems rather than ______ (insert race here) Problems.  We don’t need to get exclusive or racist in any manner.

2.  “Family” can include anyone you are close with, and any “family” time is a good thing.  My parents had a dinner party when I was home for Fall break (and I was invited this time!).  We went around and said what we were thankful for, and my mom’s German friend said she was thankful for the evening as she finally felt “at home”.  This was a light bulb moment for me, as the traditional idea of family is your blood-related relatives and such.  But I feel that times are a changin’ and so many people live away from their actualy relatives, that “family” now encompasses those who are most important to you.  Regardless if they are blood-related, the people you love around you comprise your family.  While we were sitting there at the dinner table, I looked around and realized that every person was away from their physical family, and it was occasions like this that made them feel like they were “home”.

3.  Great things happen when you leave the comfort of your room/house/bubble/cave.  I am always the one to bow out of plans and events to preserve my evenings in fuzzy socks and a snuggie, but I’ve recently realized that my days and weeks are forgettable and uneventful.  I am starting to force myself to go out even when I don’t want to (#whitegirlproblem), and the results are undoubtedly more fulfilling.  Now, please don’t assume I am out doing community service and saving the world when I say I am stepping out of my comfort zone.  I’m talking about hitting the town freshman-college-girl style and reeking as much havoc as possible.  I’m allowed to, I’m still in college remember?  OK, so maybe my liver is taking the brunt of my revived social life, but at least I have the memories and new friends in exchange, right? Right.  Moral of this story is that no one ever met the love of their life watching Workaholic re-runs in a snuggie. Sometimes your have to man/woman up and go out in the world. You can revive your liver later.






4.  As much as I would like to, I can’t save the world.  I completed my application for the PeaceCorps a few weeks ago, and it got me thinking about a lot of things (obviously).  Peace Corps vets often claim it was the best 27 months of their lives but that they left feeling like they didn’t help anyone.  I think the expectation in joining an organization like the Peace Corps is that you will be part of the movement that saves the world.  Like, when you are done serving, things will be significantly better than before.  But this is usually not the case.  You are part of the bigger picture in any effort, and the effects will probably only receive acknowledgment years or decades down the road.  I am one of those people that watches a documentary on slave trafficking or child slavery and instantly wants to go out and start an organization to fight against it.  Ok, so I haven’t started a non-profit (or even been close), but the desire is there.  I’ve began to realize that in order to make a difference in the world, you have to start small.  It’s helping someone in need that you see on the street (via a meal, not money for crack).  It’s volunteering with a local organization rather than giving money to an international group.  It’s watching someone’s kids for free when they’re in a bind.  For me, I think my contribution to the world right now is doing one random act of kindness a day.  Making one person’s day better makes the world a little happier in my eyes.  One down, seven billion to go?

5.  Ziploc bags are perfectly acceptable carrying devices for potato vodka at the bar.  That’s right.  I call it the poor-celiac-girl’s flask.  Just make sure you double-bag it, bring a funnel or straw, and DON’T show it to the bartender.  He won’t think it’s as funny as it actually is. It is super funny though.  This is how I win friends and influence people.  Get used to it.

6.  World Peace can sometimes be made on the back patio of a sketchy club.  Contrary to #4, I did certainly make my mark on world peace this week.  I was outside of the skanky super chic club, and an Arab man started talking to me and my friend.  He was a Saudi prince (or whatever), super rude and pretentious.  Obviously I had to call him out on it.  He went on to tell me that he hated Denver and thus Americans because everyone was ill-mannered and unkind to him.  I lectured him on the fact that it takes two to tango and he had to be  nice to be treated nicely.  I told him that if he was going to stereotype American’s as such, then it would be right for us to do the same to Muslims, and this thinking was what starts wars.  He agreed, full heartedly. He promised to try and be nicer.  And then he started hitting on me.  And then I left on my world peace high horse.  But seriously, lesson learned:  peace has to start somewhere, and maybe that somewhere is in a Denver nightclub that plays house techno and charges $10 for a terrible vodka soda.

7.  Keeping in touch with people gets harder as you get older.  I’m not even old and I’ve already begun to experience losing touch with friends.  I know that it’s human nature to let things and people go by the way side as life continues to happen, but it is really unfortunate in the big picture.  One of my favorite quotes/statements is the Holstee Manifesto (see below), that ends “Life is about the people you meet and the things you create with them”.  So why do we feel it’s ok to lose contact with someone we were once close with just because we are busy?  I am not following what I am preaching right now, as I can think of about 25 people whom I’ve lost touch with for no apparent reason.  So I guess the lesson here is keep in touch with those who are or once were important to you.  You can never have too many friends or loved ones, so keep them as close as possible, because it only gets harder from here.

8.  Not everyone agrees with you/me.  It’s hard to believe, I know.  People have different opinions that you, and there is a time and place for certain discussions.  I’ve come to realize over the past month that a lot of people (me) do not have a filter or block on the appropriate time or place for specific behavior.  Religious blasphemy is a little rough to take from the barista at 7:30 am on a Thursday.  People don’t like that.  Not everyone thinks abortion and baby jokes are funny from the girl standing behind you in line at the bar.  It’s not as funny as you’d think. This realization comes in part with the idea that my view is clearly not the only nor the most accepted view, and respecting other’s opinions is vital.   This ties in with the TPM etiquette of White Girl Problem statements.  All play a role in opening social communication and public discourse, but should not come at the cost of getting slapped or beat up.  Yes, those situations above happened to me personally. No, I haven’t gotten beat up.  Yet?  Lesson learned:  we might live in America, but that does not mean we can destroy people with our diction.

9.  Having a “type” is a complete waste of time.  Everyone has that perfect someone in mind that is used as the basis for judging a potential significant other.  Any flaw or difference in the real person is a total strike against them because they are not what you had in mind.  This “type” may have been formed by former lovers or maybe even a celebrity, and is the only acceptable dating option.  But guess what?  Having a type is like chasing a unicorn.  It’s not going to happen.  Now, I’m not saying you should settle for the next bro that lands a pick up line on you at the bar.  I am simply recommending to be more open-minded and less controlling of potential lovers.  I am so guilty of having a unicorn-esque type that is a cross between Ryan Gosling and Anderson Cooper, but I am slowly learning to let it go.  Lesson:  Find someone that makes you happy, and go with it. Say yes more than no.  Try and fail.  Forget your expectations and let fate take over.  You’ll thank me later.

10.  Public nudity is not socially acceptable.  I’m kidding.  I didn’t learn this lesson this month.  I already know it’s frowned upon in the lower 48 states.  I just couldn’t think of a 10th lesson.  I am seriously considering becoming a nudist though.  It sounds so free and unbinding.

I hope you enjoyed my life lessons of this month.  I certainly enjoyed living and learning them.  K bai i love you.


White Girl Problems

I know many of you have been simply unable to get on with your life without my posts last week.  For this, I truly and utterly apologize (heavy sarcasm).  I am now gainfully employed and sucked dry of any spare time and/or mental ability to function outside of school or work.  Waaaaah (sympathy, sympathy, tear, tear. I live a rough life.)

Which brings me to the topic of today: White Girl Problems.  That’s right, problems white girls have that are so trivial and irrelevant to real problems they are laughable and embarrassing.  White Girl Problems started from a ridiculous fashion/pop-culture Twitter from unknown authors, and has inevitably become a part of our culture. We complain, pout, and sulk over non-issues in our daily lives, things that have no true impact but are rather just inconvenient.  They are non-issues that suddenly become issues because we make them issues.  They are literally EVERYWHERE.  Obviously, other races and cultures have created their own version of the White Girl Problems which seem to follow and uphold the stereotype quite well.  Black Girl Problems, White Boy Problems, Muslim Girl Problems, etc. etc, etc. Thus, these minute issues are not just for white girls in the suburbs, they are for anyone and everyone living in the First World.

You might have a white girl problem if you nod your head to one or more of the options/reactions below:

–  you are having trouble figuring out which animal ears to wear with your slutty black dress for Halloween = getting too drunk to care

–  you have to wait an entire week for your online shopping to arrive at your doorstep = you calling the company 132894 times to see where the eff your order is.

–  you are wearing the same lululemon outfit as the girl next to you in yoga class = you trying to out-do this impostor in every pose and giving her the stink eye on the way out of class

–  your sports team of choice just made a terrible play = kicking your dog (yes, even a puppy)

– your iPhone is 3G instead of 4S (or whatever the eff) = you secretly texting so no one see’s your outdated software and then crying to your daddy to get you the new one

–  you were just tagged in a hideous picture on Facebook = untagging, un-friending, and then getting even with a picture of her passed out in a kitty costume from last Halloween

– you received 2% milk in your Venti skinny latte = pitching a fit and thinking everyone is out to make you fat

–  you were cheated on = you not loving again and severely stalking him for the next 6-8 months

–  you get paid minimum wage to stand at a counter and greet people = UGH slavery laws are real, why can’t I be unemployed too?!

–  your pony was stolen =  

–  you can’t hug every cat = 

Im am certainly guilty of getting completely and irrationally worked up about these issues.  I mean, this is America, we get what we want when we want it.  But the other day when I was catching up on my NYT news on my break from my super hard life as a college student/barista and sipping a drink that was NOT made to my standards, I started processing the stories of terrible violence and instability in the rest of the world.  Thousands of people are killed each day, thousands more are homeless and living in complete poverty.  People work in sweatshops for 16 hours a day, and I complain about an 8-hour day of higher education when I come home to my cozy little bed with a glass of wine?  Really?  Everyone has had this realization at some point, but perhaps failed to realize it.  It’s like when someone asks how you are, you reply: “terrible! I just saw my ex-boyfriend making out with some 16 year old girl.  This is the worst day ever! But how are you?”.  They respond with something like: “I’m fine.  I just found out both of my parents were savagely kidnapped by Unicorns and my house burnt down last night.”  Obviously a hypothetical situation, but you get the point.  There will always be someone with a worse day than yours. It’s the way we react to our situations and life speed-bumps that changes the gravity.


True Life: we all have our problems.  But in reality, our 1st world problems truly don’t matter in the scheme of life.  Someone will always be having a worse day than you, so feeling sorry for yourself because you were dumped or your shoes came late in the main does no one any good.  The world will continue to spin if your latte has too much foam and your phone is outdated.  So, dear reader, start calling YOURSELF out on your White Girl Problems.  It’s healthy. It’s a level of self-awareness that everyone needs.  It’s about being able to make fun and laugh at yourself.  Acknowledge how worked up you get over silly little predicaments and realize how privileged you are to even have these problems. This might be a metaphorical slap in the face right now, and I will take full responsibility.  But a rough reality is the first step to something greater.  The more White Girl Problems you call yourself out on, the less worked up you will get and the more you will start to put things into perspective.  Throw on those rose colored glasses and see the bright side of these childish issues 🙂

On a lighter note, I’ve coined the term, “White Girl Drunk”:  the act of getting college-girl drunk via binge drinking cheap grain vodka on a busy street or alley.  Usually proceeding sluttily dancing on a bar or table with your hands over your head and singing lyrics that sound like a baby bunny is being murdered. And yes, I am guilty and did coin this term while getting White Girl Drunk this weekend,  Thank you college.

My light and love to yours. Namaste friends.

Get Weird.

While making an argument that Gypsy’s should have political standing in my Political Theory class, a girl blatantly called me out. “You are so weird”, she says.  Normally I would giggle, taunt back at her for having a fake tan and wearing heels to campus, brush it off, and then secretly cry and proceed to stick needles in her Voodoo doll (I’m kidding. I don’t do that. Voodoo dolls are so 90’s).  But today was different.  I was literally PUMPED that she called me weird.  In fact, I gloated off to find someone else to call me weird.

It made me realize the importance of those bizarre qualities we posses.  Weird is good. Weird is colorful and interesting. Weird makes us stand out from others.  It is your authenticity, your quirkiness, your you-ness.
They make us who we are.  I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have the strong urge to discuss Unicorns with strangers, tell bartenders it’s my 18th birthday, or wear neon leggings and a leotard to the library on a Wednesday.  If I didn’t have those “weird-istics”, I wouldn’t be who I am. I would be someone else. Ew.

This even also made me realize how “being weird” is frowned upon. The dictionary defines it as odd, unusual, strange, bizarre .  All pretty negative connotations.  It’s true though, anytime you use weird to describe a situation, it’s usually to portray the awkward negativity of that event (i.e. an evening at Red Rocks last Friday night, someone’s basement after the bars at 4 am, a first date encounter, etc.)

We try to fit into this category of normalcy to avoid confrontation, when we are inherently individual.  News flash: normal is boring. It seriously is soul-less and bland.   There is truly no right way.  It is made up and not-real.  Urban Dictionary says it best: “Normal- A word made up by this corrupt society so they could single out and attack those who are different.”  Ouch.  Point for the weirdos!  Thus, I motion to start a weird revolution. Change up the negativity. Embrace your inner-weird and show it to the world.  Everyone’s about to get reeeeall weiird up in here.

Now Im not saying go out and find a weird characteristic just because.  Let it be authentic and you.  Im also not supporting seriously creepy weirdnesses that are most definitely teetoring on the fence of offensiveness.  Examples:

1. Being a weird serial killer

2.  Mouth breathing

3.  Stalking (FB is ok, Im talking restraining order style)

4.  Hoarding weird animals

Don't be THAT guy.

These are no-go’s in my book.  When I say tap into your inner-weird, Im talking like break out that yarn and knitting kit in public, host your own social experiments because your interested, ask a random stranger their thoughts on anything, wear a halloween costume on a Tuesday, join a weird group.  Whatever habits you’ve been hiding, STOP HIDING THEM. Let them out.

Being weird is like being the first horse to morph a little horn out of your forehead.  All of the other horses laugh and mock your weird characteristic. But guess who’s the most majestical creature of all times now?!?! You, you ethreal Unicorn. You are the most majestical.

So here it is. True Life: Let your Freak Flag FLY!  Do a little soul searching, and find your weird niches.  And when you find them, feed into them like there is no tomorrow.  You will be shocked at how entertaining and colorful life becomes.

The light in me acknowleges in inner weird in you.


P.s. For your enjoyment:


As I try to come up with a phenomenal first-post topic, I naturally have writer’s block and start to think my life is unblogworthy. Wrong! no one’s life is unblogworthy. Everyone should have a blog.  Even babies and puppies. Life is worth documenting, regardless if your mother and crazy aunt are the only ones that read it. Or your future children that will look back and consider you bizarre and old school. Whatevs future babies, bring it on!

Thus, I will begin with the purpose of this blog….

This is not your average “dear diary tell-all of mundane adventures” blog. This is not a rant and rave of everything that is “wrong” with our world.   This is a glimpse into my unstable, outlandish, curious mind on my journey to mental clarity and things of the like.  The title: “Love it or Leave it”, is simple.  If you don’t love something, leave it. You are wasting your energy and life if you don’t love what you are doing, whether it be a relationship or a career.  If you can’t leave it, learn to love it. One great thing yoga has taught me is that we have the power to control our minds in any situation.  Everyday we make the decision of looking at the world through ‘la vie en rose’ or those terrible 3-D lenses, turning each day into a positive or negative one.  Our thoughts are perhaps the only thing we truly have control over, so why not use them to create joy? Truth? Yes.

What’s ironic about the entire thought of this blog, Love it or Leave it, is that I am only beginning to figure this whole idea out for myself.  I used to think that love was reserved for those in a romantic relationship, or the love you share with your close family members (or precious baby girl dog).  But love is undoubtedly for everyone.  We are put on this earth to seek out what makes our heart full, whatever that might be.  As I type this, I can’t help but feel like a hypocrite.  I am such a cynic about love.  I’ve had my fair share of heart breaks, unloving relationships, and heart-wrenching jobs; enough to believe that finding someone or something to love was out of the question.  Once I truly started to acknowledge my self as a human being with real emotions, I tapped into what I truly love.  Yoga, being lazy on a cloudy day, spending time with my family, riding my bike at dusk, and good company with great conversation are things that I can honestly say I love.   These things make up for everything else in my life that is simply par.  They revive my soul.  I hope that everyone that reads this acknowledges what they love about their life.  Because no matter what you are going through, there is always something positive. ALWAYS.

Alright. True Life: I promise my posts won’t all be this deep. In fact, I’m going to write about something extra shallow for the next one. To balance out all of this emotional rhetoric.

So hot.

With love and light. Namaste.