Time Keeps Rushing on by.

Why put off ’til tomorrow what you can do today?


New Year’s resolutions are dumb. I said it. I’m pretty sure we’ve all been thinking it for some time, but for some reason people want to pretend that come the first of the year, they’re gonna make a change! It doesn’t ever really last and quite frankly choosing some arbitrary date in the future to make this “change” is just pointless.

Start before you’re ready. Start now! If you want to lose 50lbs, or stop drinking pop, or write a new book, or start a new workout routine, or anything really, start now! I’ve always been the kind of person who waits until a Monday or the beginning of the month, or yes… the beginning of the New Year to make a change, but I’ve put those “resolutions” to rest.

Even if you feel unprepared, try your hand at starting today. Don’t expect perfection because you will fail, but pick yourself back up and try again the next day. Practice makes progress! (Or so my old nursing instructor used to say.) Try to become better each day, but take it one step at a time.

You cannot pick up a trade, make a lifestyle change, or even really do anything cold turkey like that. For those of you that can, you’re basically my hero. I am weak willed, easily swayed;  I’m a girl who loses her footing constantly and is always fumbling down the path. I’m totally okay with that though! I know that when I start a “diet”, a workout routine, or a plan to start writing, I’m going to fail. I’m going to miss days. I’m going to cheat on my diet. Even if I pretend that I won’t! Even if I have the best intentions. It happens. Life gets crazy and out of hand at times and things can slip.

Which is why I’m not going to wait until the first to make changes to my life. I’m going to start today and you should too!



How Did I Get Here?

Honestly, I’d like to know.


I just can’t believe that my life has gotten to this point; a point in which my heart is just so full. I truly lucked into this life. You know how people always talk about that one pivotal moment in their lives when everything changes? Yeah, I’m having that. Well I had it, but it’s still in the process of changing. It’s just crazy.

It’s crazy to think about where I was almost a month ago. What I was doing, who I was with, how I was feeling, where life was taking me. Honestly, I wish my old self knew what amazingness was coming my way. It’s mind boggling thinking about all the days I felt lonelier and less happy than I should have felt. Had I known what was coming my way, I would have squashed those damn thoughts like a big ugly spider. And I’m afraid of spiders, so that’s some serious shit.

I’m not afraid anymore. I’m not anxious like I used to be. I don’t feel depressed or like this unimaginable weight is crushing my chest. I feel free. I feel loved. I feel at peace. I’m not saying that I don’t still have moments of “oh shit what’s happening,” because I do. But I love those moments because they lead me to you.

One day these days will be a distant memory. One day we’ll tell our grandkids about the whirlwind love we found ourselves wrapped up in. We’ll tell them to trust the feeling, that the proof is in the pudding. We’ll tell them to just dive into a love when you know it’s pure and true. One day, when we’re old and gray, you’ll be rocking beside me; you’ll look to me and say “24m” and it’ll happen all over again.


Merry Christmas!

Enjoy your time with your families today.


This  time of year is really the only time people consciously think about spending time with their families and enjoying their company, so take heart and tell those around you how much you love them. Hug everyone extra tight and give your little/baby cousins sloppy kisses on their cheeks. They’ll remember them with a bit of disgust and a hint of fondness when they’re old but it gives them something to tell their future girlfriends about.

As this may very well be my last Christmas in the States, I’m going to enjoy every moment of it with my brother and father. Even if I am the one stuck making the entire dinner by myself.

Best Wishes!


Make Something Beautiful

As an artist, everything you feel the drive to create deserves to be created.


If you’ve got something to say, something to play, a painting to paint, or whatever, it deserves to be made. Don’t just choose to not create something because you feel like it isn’t relevant. It is. If you have it in your heart or mind to create it, do it! Artists create. That’s just what we do, so don’t bother trying to stifle it. But realize that although you created something, it doesn’t mean that it needs to be shared with the world.

You can keep some things to yourself. Some things aren’t meant to be shared. Sometimes you just need to create them and that’s it. But don’t judge it while you’re busy at work. The worst thing you can do is be critical of your work while you’re in the creative process. There is definitely a time and place for a judging eye, but save that for the editorial process. Allow yourself to work without hindrance , without judgment, and without a critical eye. Your art deserves that much.

Once your work is complete, take a look at it. Determine if it’s something you feel you need to share or if it’s something that simply needed an outlet. I have many poems that I’ve written just because I needed to. I needed to get those thoughts and words out and down on paper. They were running through my head constantly and nothing quiets the craziness inside of myself like putting pen to paper or fingers to the keys.

I’ve also written poems that aren’t meant to be shared by everyone, but rather just the one with whom I just simply can’t articulate the words to describe my feelings through mere conversation. Sometimes the simplest poems are the ones with the most passion and meaning behind them. I wrote one that was probably one of the simplest poems I’ve ever written, but to me, there was just so much in those little lines. More than I could try to describe in simple sentences laced together with my less than perfect tongue. I needed to write it. I needed to put it to paper and get those words out. It’s like the chorus of Jim Croce’s song I’ll Have to Say I Love You in a Song.

Every time I tried to tell you,
The words just came out wrong,
So I’ll have to say I love you in a song.

That’s literally how I felt. I just could not articulate the words to express how I was feeling. My poem needed to be created and it needed to be shared with that one person. As much as I love that poem, you folks will never get to read it because, quite frankly, it’s the most intimate one I’ve written and the recipient is the only one who can truly and deeply appreciate it. (I think you know which one I’m talking about, babe.)

Anyway, back to the point! Create. Just make what needs to be made. You’re an artist and your art deserves to come to life. After creating, evaluate. Determine if it needs to be shared or if it merely needed to be created. There’s nothing wrong with keeping something to yourself. Some things are hard to write about, sing about, whatever; some things are just hard to share, with that being said though, don’t just not share something because you’re afraid of backlash or what people will think. If you choose not to share something, determine that objectively.

I know, I know. It’s so damn difficult to be objective about your work. Seriously, I get it. Half the time I write something, I feel like it’s less than perfect, but sharing it with the boyf makes me feel like maybe it’s not so bad. That’s so important. Honestly, I wouldn’t even have this damn blog if it wasn’t for his encouragement, in his belief in me, in his constant words of affirmation (ha! love language! holla!). But seriously though.

Just be brave; if you’re not feeling brave, fake it ’til you make it! You’ll get there. Don’t be afraid to put yourself out there, but also realize when some things just aren’t meant to be shared. There’s a happy medium that you’ll need to establish within yourself. No one can do that for you, so the responsibility of that falls directly on those shoulders of yours. You can handle it. Know when to create, know when to edit, and know when to determine if your art needs to be shared or if you just want to share it. If you wanna share it, share it!

Keep on creating; us day dreamers do it best.


P.S. Everyone needs a bit of J.C. in their lives, so feel free to watch that vid below.

How Will I Know if He Really Loves Me?

I’ll be me; you be you.


Accept who your partner is and what they love. Appreciate their views and respect their opinions. Make them feel heard and loved. It’s too easy to accidentally allow someone to feel unloved by passing over the things they care for or by ignoring their feelings. It’s something you learn from experience. It truly is. In my very limited dating experience, I’ve learned how important that is. I’ve had boyfriends that I liked but didn’t even pretend to care about the things they enjoyed and vice versa.

You realize how much that can hurt someone when you’re the one dealing with the indifference. I’m not saying you have to love every single thing they do or even slightly agree with them on every topic, but it’s important that you two at least have the same basic foundation. If you don’t, it might be time to reevaluate that relationship.

The boyf and I don’t agree on everything, we don’t even like all of the same things, and I’m glad for it! I love how different we are and I think it’s so important to have those differences. You don’t want to date yourself, that’s just no fun. He might not like dancing, but knowing that he’s willing to dance with me sometimes makes my heart flutter because I love dancing and I want to share that with him. I’m not a huge fan of Star Wars (don’t kill me), but I’m more than willing to watch them with him because he likes them. Who knows, maybe I’ll become a nerdy Star Wars person because of him, I’m okay with that. I’m open to loving some of the things he loves, but that metal music will just never be my fav, sorry babe.

Regardless of our differences, we’ve got the kind of foundation that can last us a lifetime. We’ve got basically the same sense of humor. We tell inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times. We can talk about anything from religion to politics and we’re respectful of each others opinions even if we disagree. We do our best to make sure that the other person feels cared for and loved because we do love each other.

But we love each other differently. If you want to show your partner love in a way that is meaningful for them, you need to learn your partner’s love language and try to speak to them in that way.  For instance, my main love language is Quality Time followed by Words of Affirmation; this is what makes me feel loved and cared for, but if my partner’s love language is something like Physical Touch or Acts of Service, then that is how he feels loved and is how I should try to show him I love him. It might seem a bit weird at first, but it’s really nice to know how your partner feels loved because it allows you to at least attempt to love them in a way that is meaningful to them. If you’re interested in finding out your love language you should totally take the free test by clicking here and suggest that your partner does the same.

If your relationship is struggling, look and try to figure out why. If they’re belittling things you love, your opinions, your ideas, your dreams, get out. You deserve to be with someone who loves and supports you at all times. That’s not to say that fights aren’t going to happen, because they are. You can’t escape them, but you need to know how to handle them and keep the love alive while you do. Kiss them if they love being kissed; spend time with them if that’s how they feel loved; do what you can to show that you care.

Don’t let that love fade away. If it’s true, it’s worth the fight.


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Listen up!

Can a cover ever be as good as the original?


I’ve always been the kind of person who just isn’t a fan of them, but when I heard Robert Nottingham’s version of Angel of the Morning I did a complete 180.

Take a listen:

How freaking amazing is his voice? Ugh. I feel like after listening to him perform  I can die happy. I absolutely love the difference between his version and Juice Newton’s and I’m pretty sure half of the views on that video are from me. Not even slightly kidding. It’s amazing how different the same song can sound when performed by different artists. I feel like I needed to stumble across him in order to actually realize that covers aren’t half bad! I’ve listened to that song constantly since I found him about three weeks ago.

I’ve always loved this song; the lyrics are just so damn beautiful.

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me.

It’s as if the brush of your lover’s hand is enough to allow you to be okay with them leaving. If you’ve ever had that feeling, like just the simplest touch would satisfy your needs, you’re not alone. If you’ve ever felt like you were losing someone, listen to this song. If you’ve ever wanted someone to be there, listen to this song. Just listen to it and imagine that morning after, imagine them leaving you alone in bed and all you ask is that they touch your cheek before they leave you, because that’s all you need. That’s enough. Sing it out loud and imagine saying it to them as they’re walking out the door.

It’s pretty magical.

Anyway, his wife is one lucky lady to get to listen to him sing these amazing songs each day.

Check out his other covers. I’m a huge fan of his version of Space Odyssey,  which he performs under an old bridge. Like seriously, he’s amazing, so pop on over to his channel and give him a listen. You won’t be sorry.


(I) (A)lways (K)new

One day

I’m gonna love you like you deserve.

I’m going to show you

all the beautiful sides of yourself.

I’m going to kiss away all of those painful memories;

the ones that torment you,

and the ones that changed you

into the that person you are.

I love who you are,

but I hate what it took for you to get there.

I want you to know nothing but love,

all the days of your life.


One day

I’m going to roll over at 2 am

and instead of finding the empty side of the bed,

I’ll find you.

Gentle kisses will fall upon your cheek

and I’ll watch your precious face,

as you’re fast asleep.

I’ll wonder if you think of me

as much as I think of you.


One day,

You’re going to smile in my direction

Laughter will dance across your lips

And my lips will want to dance with yours,

So I won’t stop them.

You’ll be surprised,

But darling, just know that I’ve been waiting for that moment.

I’ve been waiting to see how your smile reaches your eyes

How your body shakes when you laugh.

I’ve been waiting my whole life for that single second.

And now, I don’t have to wait anymore.

You’ve Got This

Isn’t it great with things just fall into place?

I have been slightly freaking out the past few days. Just ask the boyf, I’m sure he’d agree. I was worried things wouldn’t work out in my life. I was wrong. And so are you. Things will work out for you, I promise. It might not be the way you’re hoping for or even a way you’d expect, but they will work out.

I had been waiting for a call about a new job which is desperately needed to allow me to afford to head over to Finland next year. I got it and now I have a sense of security in knowing that I’ll be there soon. That “one day” isn’t as far away as it really seems. This opportunity just locked down my future with him. How silly is it that I needed this to make me feel like it was doable? It’s ridiculous, I know that; but when you’re in the thick of it, you’re not thinking clearly.

I know you might be thinking that it’s easy for me to say this now that things have officially worked out, but they haven’t for you, not yet. I get it. When people tell me to just have faith that it will all be okay, I get slightly irritated. No one knows what the future will hold. No one.

But it’s better to stay positive and just hope for the best. Cross your fingers, wish on 11:11, wish on your eyelashes, on the first star you see each night, do whatever it takes to try to put your mind at ease. Meditate. Pray. Listen to music. Write. Go for a run. Do anything! Just try to put your worries to rest and know that no matter the outcome, you’ll make it through.

It’s easy for me to say now, but about two hours ago I wasn’t feeling so confident. So I suppose this post is meant for myself in the future; this is for when I’m nervous to fly across the Atlantic. This is for when I’m nervous about my first day. For when I’ve got to go to court. For when class is hard and I don’t feel like studying. This is for when I’m scared or worried or feeling alone. And this is for you.

If you’re ever feeling less than 100% confident, know that it’s normal. Know that it’s okay to be afraid. It’s okay to have moments of weakness; those moments do not define us. It’s how we handle them. It’s what we learn from them; that’s what defines us. You might have some hard life lessons ahead of you; you might have just learned one today, two days ago, last year, whatever. You might be struggling. You might be scared. If you are, know that you’re not alone. We all feel that way. We’re all afraid at some point.

You’ll be okay. It might take some time, but you will be. Anything worth having is at least slightly scary, so don’t let that stop you from following your dreams. Dream big. Take risks. Know that not everything will work out exactly how you expected, but it’s worth the experience. It’s worth knowing that you tried.


Those Sunny Sunday Mornings

You don’t really realize how important music is to you until you stop listening to it.


I went on a very long hiatus from listening to music and now that those tunes are back in my ears, I just can’t get enough. I didn’t realize how much I missed listening to artists from Tracy Chapman to Tina Turner, or The Moody Blues to The Temptations, or The Who (I’m pretending that I didn’t go through an embarrassingly long emo boy band phase, I’ve gotta keep that rep up, right?)

I have to say, my musical interests are extremely diverse. Some days, I want nothing more than to kick it old school with Motown; other days, like today, I jam out to 80’s music. After spending several years not really listening to much, I feel like I’ve been starving myself and now I’m just binging on everything. It feels amazing.

Growing up, music was essential. I have so many childhood memories of waking up on a Sunday morning with my dad playing some record on the record player. I would jump out of bed and run down the stairs to find him sitting on the sofa tapping his foot while he read the newspaper. He would give me a kiss on the cheek as I hopped into his lap and he would read the Sunday’s comics to me. Eventually I just couldn’t sit still anymore and I’d have to get up and dance around our living room to whatever was playing that day. I swear, those Sundays always seemed to be a bit sunnier, a bit happier; more full of life and laughter. Those Sundays were my favorite.

I grew up singing Big Girls Don’t Cry by Frankie Vallie & the Four Seasons in the car on trips to the store, or grabbing a handful of CD’s (he never cared which) and running out to the car before we left for vacation. We’d play in the backyard with a CD player playing anything from Motown to Classic Rock. Dad taught me about Bob Dylan and showed me that even if your voice doesn’t fit the societal norm of “perfection” that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t sing.

He made music a part of who I am. I’m not musically inclined; I can barely read sheet music, but I can appreciate some good lyrics and a wonderful tune. I can’t believe that I allowed myself to lose such a huge part of myself, but at least I found it again. At least I’m dancing around now to songs that remind me of back then, to songs that make me think of today, and songs that make me dream of the future.

I can’t help but sit here imagining myself boppin’ down the street with a boom box on my shoulder, crankin’ tunes, and singing along. A girl can dream… I’m pretty sure that those I live with would rather I not be listening to music because my singing is less than magical. Sorry guys! Girls just wanna have fun, am I right?