Our song

As I was walking home, our song came on Pandora. I wondered if you ever think of me when you hear it. I wondered if you smiled or cringed or missed me.

And an hour later you tell me you are happily dating.

Dear Universe,

I take it back. That little epiphany I had earlier this year about being ready to meet “the one”, I take that shit back.

I’m done with misreading signals and too quickly applying a “fairy tale” ending to what clearly is not a fairy tale.

I’m also done with being the idiot who didn’t see the end result coming. Yep, just like the girls who run into a secluded area or room without a window to get away from psycho killer in horror movies.

So until I figure out how not to make romantic comedies out of documentaries … I take it back. “The one” just isn’t worth this feeling that right now I can only describe as disappointing and yucky. Yes, yucky.

i saw you today, in an old movie. and for a moment, you were mine again.

Next thing you know

"Time passes and next thing you know, your heart isn’t broken anymore." - Girl with Tiny Flower Tattoo

Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.
Buddha (via buynothingnewforayear)
(Reblogged from buynothingnewforayear)

photo series: same bench, different people 13

if i could, i would spend one day cloud hopping and people watching with home made coffee (in a bottomless cup of course) in one hand and a french macaroon in the other. and maybe you as company. you could tell me your views on all things and i will probably disagree on half. that would be a great day.

i think that i hang on a little too tight, expect a little too much, and react a little too quick. i would like to learn to loosen my grip, let go of all expectations & assumptions, and think things over before reacting. this is the dream.

on what i am most thankful for

1. the people in my life - i am blessed with family and friends who are kind, caring, and full of character. i am a better person because of them.

2. living in america - i am grateful to live in a nation where women and minorities have rights, freedoms, and oppprtunities.

3. my experiences (good and bad) in 2012 - it wouln’t be true to say i have no regrets; however, i will say that i like who i am these days and my mistakes (as much as anything else) helped get me there.

4. my overall health (mind and body) - getting fit is one of the best decisions i ever made. it has brought me renewed energy and passion, confidence and opened my eyes to possibilities that would never have considered before.

on being “that girl”

i’m done being that girl who finds herself saying, “why me?”, more often than not. instead i want to be the girl who says, “why not me?”.

not to say that i want to become conceited and/or over-confident; i just want to be the kind of girl who puts herself in the running because she believes in herself.

i want to be “that girl” who practices what she preaches.

photo series: same bench, different people #12

on making connections

not all connections we make will become permanent parts of our lives. in fact, i’d venture to say that most of our connections are temporary and short lived in nature, whether we like it or not. but i believe that each connection we make with another human being is important and that we should allow ourselves to make these connections despite the fact that they may be temporary and/or may lead to disappointment and eventual heartbreak and/or there may come a time when the right thing to do is disconnect.

i believe that within each anecdote we hear, each heartbreak we endure, and each minute of pure uncensored joy and/or sadness we share with another human being is a brush stroke on the canvas that is our life. and the more brush strokes, the more depth and color there is to the painting.

and why wouldn’t we want a life with depth and color?