To scoring that date…
October 24: Did she just say yes?
October 23: Be a Ballerina
To embracing a year of challenges, adventures, and change…
This year, I moved across state lines, changed jobs, left friends, learned to trust the good and wholeheartedly forgave the bad. I have felt the pokes of fait as it has become one of my most seriously consistent companions. Therefore, as look to my future, I am confident how I must approach the endless bouts and qualms that life entails. Rather than being remembered as someone who rolled with the punches, I want to celebrated as the one who danced with them instead. So, here’s to you 2020- let’s tango.
October 22: French Braids and Pig Tails are cute in any season
To the right perspective and a happy life…
LEAVES ON THE GROUND DON’T SYMBOLIZE A TREE’S FAILURE BUT INSTEAD, SERVE AS A REMINDER THAT IT WAS TIME FOR A NEW HAIRCUT. AS WE PUT OUR COMPLETE FAITH INTO THE HANDS OF THE UNKNOWN STYLIST, WE MUST ADMIT THAT WE ARE ALWAYS IN AWE OF WHAT SHE DOES. THANK YOU, MOTHER NATURE, FOR TELLING ME WHAT I NEEDED TO HEAR WITHOUT EVER SAYING A THING.
October 21: The Migrating Herd
To knowing your more than just one in the crowd…
Pow! Not at you, but for you. Everyone has heard the start for today’s race as they finally set off to this battle across peaks and valleys. The crowd with unknown motivations and a common lust for adventure gathers here with you, shoulder to shoulder. Whether you are in the first half, or a minute behind: whether you have run plenty of marathons or this is your first, everyone is here because they qualified. Some people push, some people cheer, and some people act as though they are the only one on the street. You may not know what the crowd sees, but when you cross the finish line, your face will be remembered by passersbys. Settle into your pace and find your speed because this is defiantly not a sprint. You run this life; not the other way around.
October 20: I imagine Lewis was driving while Clark was navigating the GPS
To valuing the past and defining your future…
It’s cool to know that in their search for new land, daily explorations weren’t determined by whether or not google maps would load. I fully emerged into my old soul as I read the newspaper and wallowed at the antiques around me. I look at the two-minute limit sign where the payphone used to be and laugh as I facetime my brother for a modern-day hangout on our unlimited data plan. as The old bench squeaks as loud as the brakes pads that got me in this situation, i wonder what this place was like 50 years ago. What did people used to do when they were waiting for their cars? On this Saturday morning, There is a sense of something beautiful in this dusty old auto shop. years of Lessons learned that made our world a better place and quality souls that know just how tough it all still can be. In my opinion, Writing the story of your 20’s defines the script you want to rust underneath your name in history.
October 19: The hills are alive with sirens of music
To being unafraid of new challenges…
Today I concluded that I may have bit off a little more than I can chew. As I quickly pull my hand out of the oven post-burn, I focus on remembering one thing: I’m a soggy graham cracker. The first time you ever dipped this brown piece of sugar into milk, you were excited and nerved by the mush you just created, and subtly convinced you just ruined your dessert. But with fear and thrill in the palm of your hand, a small bite opened your buds to a new world of tastes unknown . It was risky; it was dysfunctional; but dang, without question, you will never regret taking that plunge.
October 18: Two straws one drink
To my two day hangover…
you came in like a wrecking ball, insisting I Campaign myself as we try to win the bartenders first serving vote. You walk around like you’re the President of this bar, but in reality, we’re both slowly playing with impeachment. we fill my system like the tap is running out and your boisterous personality comes alive. You steer this ship on thin ice as we enter no man’s land of clear and dark waters because now it’s less about the taste and more about keeping you happy. I understand you are my hangover and it’s my job to feed you, but you’re honestly one of those friends I don’t look forward to seeing so I have no idea why I keep bringing you back around.
