So, there I was – living a life of non-stop adventure, squeezing every last drop of youthful optimism out of my 20’s. I was flying through the year as if I’d vowed to meet a bunch of super lofty goals or something… oh, wait… Continue reading
Warmer weather and pictures of all my friends getting married in backyards and welcoming their second child are starting to roll in, which can only mean one thing – summer solstice is coming in hot! It also means we’re getting old, but my point is that SUMMER IS HERE! Yay!
I’ve decided I’m going to start referring to my silly little absurd blog as “The Ultimate Guide to Owning 2017.” I was originally going to go with… drum roll please… Continue reading
It has been brought to my attention that I’m being kicked out of the introvert club because I’m too social… Honestly, there is truth to this accusation. I can’t sit still for two seconds! But, I’m pretty much always exhausted, soooo I really do need more time than I give myself to recharge. However, I’ve determined I’ll likely end up an old lonely spinster (with an incredible library of books and a peaceful home on a coastal cliff in Oregon #notevenmadaboutit). What I’m saying is, you can’t kick me out because I’ll get plenty of introvert time when I’m still single at the ripe old age of 65. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Alright, moving on!
I’ll start with my latest adventure, which took me to what I could only describe as paradise on Earth – an oasis of crystal blue waters surrounded by fiery red canyons in the middle of nowhere Arizona. Havasu Falls is part of the Havasupai Indian Reservation, hidden just inside the Grand Canyon. It is 100 miles from civilization and 10 miles in from the trail head. There are only three ways to get things in and out of the village: hike, mule, or helicopter. We decided to strap on our packs and hike in the good old fashioned way, blisters and all.
“Carrying your pack is a rite of passage,” they said.
“You’ll feel so accomplished,” they said.
Meh. My feet and shoulders disagree, but I guess now I can claim to be a total badass. Even though I ate shit a few times. Because I have the motor skills of an infant. I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s get back to the story…
So, the trail begins with a 1,000 foot descent over the first mile and a half or so, dropping you into the canyon. Getting back out of the canyon after having hoofed it roughly 30 miles in the desert sun was as awful as you might imagine. Climbing the canyon walls with little assistance save for wet metal chains and wooden ladders was abso-fucking-lutely terrifying, but SO WORTH IT! Bucket list worthy, for sure. #Havasu2018 #whosdown
PS – Permits to get into Havasupai are nearly impossible. Special thanks to our group (specifically, Lizzy) for calling incessantly for weeks before getting through!!!
Last, but not least, just a quick update on my goals before I go – I’m killin it, so I feel like this deserves bullet points. Also, remember during my last post when I said I was burning the wick at both ends? You know, I suppose I can’t deny the closet extrovert accusations after checking out my calendar for the next couple of months… oops.
- Havasu Falls – CHECK!
- I’ve been painting again and I honestly forgot how therapeutic it is! I should add that it’s also extraordinarily therapeutic to drink an entire bottle of wine while you paint. Side note – I feel like committing to an entire bottle pretty much proves that I don’t have commitment issues. Plus, antioxidants, am I right? Okay, I’ve made my point.
- LA Dodgers game and helicopter flight over Hollywood this weekend – yay!
- I’m rethinking the whole rage at a music festival idea since I’ve actually already done that (and I skipped Coachella… gasp, I know). I think I’ll just go to a bunch of random shows instead since I’ve already attended/bought too many concert tickets at this point. While we’re talking about it, someone please take my debit card away. I’m out of control.
- Book of Mormon in June. Nothing like some good ole’ religious mockery. Can’t wait!
- Brushing up on my Spanish – partly because it’s a goal, partly because I’m thinking about Costa Rica in December.
- So, I cleaned out my closet, but I’m still figuring out how to dress like a proper adult. This one is going to take a while… mostly because I don’t care that much.
- Not criticizing my body – I almost talked myself out of it, but then I decided to go ahead and post that pic of my pasty, out of shape bare stomach on Instagram. Fuck it!
So, I feel like I end each of these posts with thoughtful introspection, so I’ll stick to that. To make a very long, complicated story a little shorter – I reconnected with long lost family this month. It was a great reminder of how overwhelmingly complex people are and how that complexity is magnified by our interactions with each other. I’ve been humbled by the unique struggles that everyone faced after my father died ten years ago. It was an experience that I have a difficult time putting into words. What I can say for sure is that we all have our own bag of shit. We also have the power to figure out how to deal with it. We get to decide what’s painful, what’s beautiful, what’s overwhelming, and what to do with all of the things that get thrown at us daily (hopefully not a bag of shit, but you do you boo). I try my best to forgive people, to seek out other perspectives, and to breathe and know that I’m going to be fine no matter what. I wish everyone else could choose the same. I swear life is much more enjoyable that way.
Until next time,
Let me preface this by saying I’m still burning the wick at both ends. I didn’t think it was possible to do it any bigger, but I have been and I’m feeling it catch up to me this week. You’d think the last thing I’d do at this point is add a new goal, but if you know me or have learned anything about me up to this point, you’ll notice that I can’t sit still for very long. I realize that I’m a hot mess.
I mean, in a perfect world I’d be making cold pressed almond milk and raw goji berry pudding for breakfast and I would have a new gym by now… yes, it’s been a few months… judge lightly. The reality is that my exercise routine consists mostly of walking three (and 1/2) blocks to work while I chug coffee to make up for a lack of sleep and sweat out the liters of rum or cabernet sauvignon still rushing through my veins. SO, all of this has led me to a new goal (one that doesn’t mesh well with embracing the curves and eating all the sour patch kids). But, here’s the deal – I need to take better care of myself. New goal – get more sleep and go to the f****** gym! It’s literally that simple.
I’ll be posting here again after I backpack Havasu Falls – if you aren’t familiar, look it up!!! It’s one of the most beautiful places on the planet and I can’t wait to mark it off of my list next weekend! In the meantime – wish me luck (it’s 20 miles round-trip), Happy Fri-yay, and CHEERS!
PS – new album out from K. Flay – Every Where is Somewhere. It’s my jam. Check it out.
How is it March already? Why is it that every year seems to fly by faster than the last? I’m sorry to say that I do not have the answers to those questions, but I may have figured out how to successfully burn my wick completely out on both ends. If you happen to be interested in learning how to do that, keep reading! I can teach you how to show up to work like this on the reg…
Keep reading and I’ll also teach you how to be impulsive and spontaneous –
Step 1: Chop your hair off! Okay, I only took off two inches, but it was LIBERATING!
Step 2: Get a random tattoo! Adding to my body of art and not giving a f*** who cares is on my list of goals. Randomly getting one on a Thursday evening seemed like a great ode to my middle finger in the air.
Step 3: Let Siri route you through South Central LA at night… Oops… maybe don’t do this one.
Jokes aside, and I’m going to say this at the expense of being mawkishly sentimental and melodramatic, but having goals to come back to every few weeks has been a nice way to remind myself to be sincere, enjoy the moment and express gratitude for the opportunity to have them, as crazy as they may seem sometimes. I might be playing a little too hard and I’m hoping the lack of sleep is better for my soul than it is my heart (I mean soul theoretically and heart in a literal, medical kind of way). Does that even make sense? I have not started drinking yet today, I swear! What I’m trying to say is – I hope that having as much fun as I’ve had this past month is worth the lack of sleep and puffy eyes.
So, here’s my new haircut and tattoo… Don’t be jelly of my sculpted Greek God-like arm, it’s a filter… : )
I have actually continued to knock off a handful of goals – took advantage of my National Parks Pass with a trip to Joshua Tree, did a legit hike, and tried new cuisine (freeze dried chicken and rice… ha)! We climbed to the top of the highest rock formation on our camp site. Taking terrifying leaps of faith from one huge boulder to another and crawling through tiny little spaces between the rocks was worth the amazing view at the top!
We also got intimate with the flora and fauna of the desert – the Joshua trees and cholla cacti were the shit – the coyotes, not so much.
Alright guys and gals, if you’re still with me on this journey I hope that I’ve at the very least provided some comedic relief or possibly an inkling of inspiration. I like to go against the grain and say that “life is long!” I know, my friends give me shit for saying it. But, what I mean is, it’s never too late to work on your mindset, situation, career, relationships etc. Live long and prosper, beautiful people! Happy Friyay!
Until next time, CHEERS!
So, I survived Valentine’s Day. I guess that’s reason to celebrate, right? It was actually a super fun day with an amazing friend that ended with us stuffing our faces full of sloppy nachos, which is a success in my book.
Now, I’m going to be honest. Blogging may be more work than I initially planned on. But, the response I’ve received from friends who are also searching for meaning in their lives has been incredibly refreshing. I’m not saying it was easy to leave my life in Tennessee behind and start over, and every day isn’t butterflies and rainbows, but I’m as close to fulfilled as I’ve ever been. I guess this blogging thing will be worth it if I inspire even one person to take a leap of faith and make life what they want it to be, whatever that may entail.
So, I guess you all deserve an update now that I’m a few weeks into the challenge. First of all, I can already tell that I’ll end up cramming some of this into the last few months of the year in my usual last-minute style because I am the absolute worst procrastinator. But, I have been planning some of the big goals (backpacking Havasupai Falls in April – whoop whoop!) and jumping into the long-term ones that are hard to mark through on a list. I’ve also been adding to the list along the way. Namely, I’ve given myself the freedom to try new stuff and rekindle love for things that brought me joy when life was simpler.
I’m also making necessary revisions to the challenge as I go along. That whole “fly in a fighter jet” deal – it’s definitely going to be a helicopter ride instead because they want $3,000 for a 45 minute flight. Yeah, that’s three thousand dollars to vomit on myself. No thank you!
So, that’s where I am as I chug along on my journey to the dreaded 3-0. Until next time, I’ll leave you all with a poem from my spirit animal, Rupi Kaur.
Don’t worry, I’ll be posting soon! I’m busy doing stuff, duh. That’s how this challenge works!