Monthly Archives: July 2015

5 Fashion Trends I Don’t Understand

Let’s have a little fun today, shall we? After all, it’s FRIDAY!

Now, I don’t claim to be a fashion blogger. There are some incredible blogs out there for that, this just isn’t one of them. However, I am a 20-something woman with opinions on fashion! Now and again, however, there are some things I really don’t understand. Maybe someone can help me out here. Then again, a couple of these I don’t think I want to understand.

Sneaker wedges

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I actually saw a girl wearing these downtown the other day. WHY? Just why are we blending athletic shoes with wedges? In what world is it a good idea to play a sport or work out in that high of shoes? What am I missing here?

Swimwear Trends

Ok, I’m not going to include a picture of this one because… I just don’t want to look at it. And I don’t want to force you to either. Feel free to google if you really feel like it. But are we really getting to the point where this is necessary? I’m all about owning and rocking whatever you feel comfortable in, but this one I just don’t understand. WHY?

Man Buns

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I KNOW, I KNOW. I may be the one woman on Earth who doesn’t like them. I don’t get it!

Midi Dresses

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I feel like I have yet to see one that is flattering on anyone. I really wanted to like these because, how fun! A comfortable length and I can still show off my cute sandals! Maybe this is just me, but I feel like they hit at a place just perfect… for making legs look shorter and fatter than they are.

All White Errthang

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Ok, well, this one I understand, but I’m really totally jealous of. How are you not afraid of sitting somewhere dirty? How do you not spill on yourself? How are you walking through the city and keeping clothes white? How? Fill me in!

Linking up with Karli for a little 5 on Friday action today!

This is Not the Life I Planned

This is not the life I planned

I’m not where I thought I’d be by now.

But that’s ok with me.

Throughout my teenage years, I had a few different versions of where I thought I’d be at this point in my life.

There was option A:  The one where I get married young.
I’d stay home with the kids for a few years. This one is what is common where I grew up in small town Idaho and it works out great for some people.

Option B: The one where I traveled.
See, at 18, I didn’t know what it meant to stay in the United States for more than a year at a time. Post-college, I saw myself continuing this pattern.

Option C: The one with the fancy job.
I’d be working at a big important job by now as a leader in some big industry.

Along with each of these options came a similar timelines. Get a job, get married by 27, baby by 30. Stable. Secure. Settled. 

The thing is though, I didn’t plan for setbacks or mistakes. I didn’t plan for life to get in the way. I didn’t plan on learning more and having my eyes and heart opened to new possibilities. It’s funny, because we can plan and plan as much as we want. In the end, the universe gives us what we need and takes us down paths we never imagined.

I never saw myself where I am now. I never thought I’d be single for over a year, much less by choice (another post for another day).

I never saw myself feeling so fulfilled by my work that seems so simple from an outside perspective, but means so much and matters in this world so much to those of us involved.

I never saw myself living in Chicago. Alone.

I never knew I’d be this content with NOT knowing what comes next. And that’s the thing I’m learning most- it’s ok. Not too long ago, I would have been terrified of not knowing what comes next. Now, though, I know that things will turn out as they are meant to. I know my life will go down the path it is supposed to, because I will continue to grow and learn just what it is I need to get down that path.

This isn’t the life I planned.

This isn’t where I thought I’d be by now.

But this is exactly where I’m meant to be.

And it is good. So good.

8 Years On | Travel Tuesday

life is adventure travel tuesday

This week marks 8 years since I studied abroad in Mexico. Timehop so lovingly informed me of the statuses I posted about my homecoming after a year away and the roller coaster of emotions that I broadcasted on Facebook because, hello, I was a teenager.

It got me thinking though, about how that was what really got me started with being comfortable traveling alone and made me so much more confident in myself. At 16 and didn’t know a whole lot of anything, but I knew more about myself then and had more confidence than ever. This was before a lot of insecurities about the future had set in (college? five year plans? marriage? TEN year plans?) and my only real focus was getting through high school, spending time with friends, and figuring out what it all meant.

After my year abroad, a year has hardly gone by that my passport hasn’t gotten some use. And I am so grateful and so blessed to have had so many opportunities and people in my corner helping me make so many travel dreams a reality. Thanks Mom and Dad, you guys especially! These past couple of years, though I’ve largely stayed in the States, a couple cross-country moves had taken place, I’ve started and quit perfectly good jobs because another city and another opportunity called out to me. That need for newness and adventure never left.

This week, after reliving the days of my international travels through pictures and talking to a few friends from those days, I couldn’t help but realize that I’m not exactly about to move to another country any time soon. But what happened to the girl who was always scheduled on some kind of adventure? When did I become so… normal? Which brings me to a change in mindset.

life is adventure quote

This whole life is a journey to be explored, regardless of where I am. It may be in the United States, but my goodness does it feel like a different world sometimes. This is still where I feel called to be, and I still feel like I am making a difference here for others, and I know I’m growing and helping myself. My point being, just because I’m not on living abroad or jaunting around now doesn’t mean my life and what I are doing is any less- any less worthy or important or valuable.

And this goes for anyone who may be wistfully reading travel blogs or wishing that that life was your own. Where you are right now is important too. Normal isn’t boring or bad. And really, there’s something different, exciting, and completely not-normal in each of our lives that keeps us all going. This life is so good, right here, every day.

This isn’t to say that I’m done traveling. I’m still breaking out my passport later this summer and plan to more next summer, but where I am right this minute is perfectly great too.

What do you think? What adventure are you on right now? Every day life is pretty cool, isn’t it?

 

Travel Tuesday

Weekly Wishes!

weekly wishes goals

Happy Monday!

Jumping back into the blogging game means jumping back into setting weekly goals for myself.  I thrive off of having some direction and goals to meet throughout the week. Lately, since I’m not working this summer, I’ve been especially dependent on my goals and to do lists! I still have so much to get done this summer that I need to stay focused! I’ve been finding myself increasingly distracted if it’s a sunny day, because I just want to be outside. However, I know there is work to be done. It’s storming this morning though and rain is in the forecast for most of the week, so hopefully that means I’ll be more inclined to get things done!

On to the goals!

1) Find a place to live. This is priority number one because, ya know, my lease is up in a couple weeks and it’d be nice to not be on the streets. I have to either find a new roommate to stay in this apartment, or decide if I’d rather live alone and move! I’m leaning toward moving, but we’ll see. I really love my current apartment.

2) House cleaning. The laundry, dishes, clutter clearing kind of cleaning. The house isn’t really that messy, I just don’t want to do it. Hold me accountable, please!

3) Blog at least 2 times this week. It’s going to be a struggle to come back into blogging, but I’ve missed it so much. And after such an overwhelmingly positive and supportive acceptance of my last post, I’m ready for this.

That’s all for this week!

What are your goals for this week? Let me know in the comments so I can cheer you on!

A Different Kind of Independence Day

independence day domestic abuse

I’ve been quiet in this space for a while, taking an unintentional hiatus through the last months of this school year. I think I’ve had such a hard time writing anything because in my heart I knew the words I needed to write, but I was too afraid to let them go out into the world. Today, it’s time.

I moved to this city in a mix of excitement and feelings of absolute terror. I was lost in the beginning stages of a completely unhealthy relationship. The “I’m so sorry” and “It’ll never happen again” sayings were plentiful and I believed it. I didn’t see the push to move here as the isolating move that it was- I couldn’t have. And I was silent about it, unable to tell anyone what was happening. In public we had the perfect relationship. In public, he treated me like the only woman in the world. I felt ashamed of myself and it got worse as time passed and his words and actions made me feel more small and insignificant.

After moving here it all became more frequent and more severe. He became a man I no longer knew, but would fight for all the same. His actions became unspeakable, and yet I stayed. I stayed and fought for too long. And he controlled and hurt again and again until I finally was able to stand up. To drive away and not go back. To tell small pieces of what happened to close friends. To live again.

Now, I refuse to live in the shadow of his abuse. I refuse to live in this city in fear or seeing him or being reminded that he had that kind of control. He doesn’t have it anymore.

I do.

I moved here because of one of the greatest opportunities I could ask for. A prestigious program that allows me to get this master’s degree while still teaching the children that I love. I am in a city full of beauty and culture and am surrounded by people who I love and who love me back.

I may have come to Chicago partially under the worst of circumstances, but now, a year later, I’m ok. This city is not his. I am not his.

This is mine.

#HappyIndependenceDay

#HappyAnniversaryToMe