follow your arrow.

I like to have a plan. I like knowing when things are going to happen and how they’re going to happen and even why they’re going to happen. Unfortunately, life doesn’t really care about my preferences on planning and it just does its own thing. To distract myself from that little truth, I decided that I would purchase some temporary tattoos…because why not?

As you ┬ámay have read on this blog, I have talked about tattoos on just about every birthday. Now what has stopped me? I’m slightly indecisive. One time it was the word JOY. Then it was an arrow. Then it was an arrow ampersand. But the location has never changed. Always on the inside of my left arm, above my elbow.

So I headed over to Tattly and bought a cute little set of arrows. I figured I would wear them around a little bit as research. Last night I cut out one of the tiny arrows and stuck it on the spot I’ve been stubborn about during this whole process and….hated it being there. It probably had something to do with it being crooked. Those things are hard to apply one-handed!

So I moved locations and stuck the rest of that sheet on my arm, and oh my – I think I’ve created a monster. I’m in love. I feel like a badass every time I look down at my arm, with its arrow and gold stack of alex + ani bracelets. I feel so chic.

Why arrows? Well in order for an arrow to go forward, it has to be pulled back. Kind of reminds me of life’s struggles sometimes. So maybe there’s permanent arrow in my future, or maybe not. I haven’t planned that far out just yet. ­čÖé



hermit crabs & gale force winds.

I feel like I’m a completely different person than the last time I signed in to write to you. My world has been a little chaotic over the past couple of months, and some days the only thing I want to do when I get home is crawl into my bed. But since I am not a hermit crab and I have responsibilities instead of a colorful shell to crawl into, I figured I might as well write.

Since we last spoke, I have moved (twice), become uncoupled with a boy and with my first love the Moozda, bought a new car, acquired a roommate, picked up a second job (and about to start a third), and signed up for a half-marathon. Let me tell you, I feel like a breath of fresh air has been blown into me – I just wish it wasn’t being blown into me with such gale force┬ástrength.

If anything, I feel like I’m no longer sitting on the sidelines waiting for life to start (at least 85% of the time). I’m trying to take control of this little life of mine, so at least control of the things the good Lord lets me think I have control over. I’m learning to jump in with both feet and let life happen. I’m learning how to be sad about things being over, and┬áresting assured in the fact that endings are just the beginning of something else. So expect a little more from me on this outlet. If I’m coming back to life, I need to come back to this slice of the interwebs that I call home.