This has been the mindset that we have grown accustomed to, despite invalidating the assumptions of old, but nevertheless there is usually a bitter mix of anxiety and insecurity that comes with the thought of going out in public by ourselves.Read More...
Wow. It has been a looonnng time since I last talked with y’all, and while my reaction is to apologize for my absence, it has been very much needed, and I can’t wait to tell you all about it!
I may have mentioned my Spring Break trip I was planning back in March to Santa Rosa Beach, Florida, for some much needed relaxation and isolation. I wanted some solo time where I was able to make my own schedule, go wherever and do whatever I wanted, and also the beach is my happy place. I immediately feel more at peace whenever I’m near one. It may be the salt in the air and the wind in my hair…rhyming not intended haha but it’s true. Fewer things make me as happy as I am when on a beach.
A lot of people ask me how I travel by myself and if it ever feels lonely; I’m outgoing and I really enjoy meeting new people, especially the locals of wherever I’m traveling to, but I also know how to enjoy my own company and not feel bored. The joy of reading, taking walks, and simply sitting on the beach was so refreshing after being busy and constantly surrounded by people and kids everyday for my job. There was one day when a big rainstorm hit hard for about half an hour, and I just sat with a coffee and a book under an awning on the pier and waited for it to pass. It was so serene, and when the rain ceased, I was the only one on the beach so it felt like I had my own private island! (*see the picture above from right after the storm*)
So, needless to say, my trip was very restful in terms of peace and quiet, but what made more of an impact on me was Read More
Lately a theme that has been resonating in my life is about embracing the little things, the small moments that bring me joy, regardless if those moments are big or small. I’ve noticed that I haven’t truly felt joy in things in a while, but I think that is due to the fact that I’ve been waiting for my life to finally be “perfect” or all together…which I’m realizing isn’t going to happen in the near future and maybe not ever.
New Year, New Me.
*Cue the internal groans*
That phrase is so popular around this time of year, almost as popular as the last treadmill at any gym right about now. I know it’s not January 1st but I wanted to talk about a topic that has been on my heart and mind lately, as well as tell you about some AWESOME advice I received the other day. However, before I start, let me give you some quick background details.
Dance. A beautiful expression of emotion, poetry, love and physicality. A means of escaping this world and entering into one of ease, passion, and elegant grace. While I haven’t been dancing all of my life, I’ve wished I could for longer than I can remember. I fell in love with the way that Judy Garland looked as she was effortlessly whisked across the floor in Fred Astaire’s arms in Easter Parade, or how her troubled frown disappeared as she quickly tapped her way across the barn floor with Gene Kelly in Summer Stock. Oh how I’ve always wished that I was born during that time, a time of simpler ways and classier entertainment. I love how I can pretend I am Judy when I dance, whether it be on the dance floor of a studio or simply across my living room carpet.
It’s been awhile and can I just say that I’ve missed you- you being the vast world of Internet and possible readers. I apologize for my neglect but it’s been a crazy couple of months, which I will tell you about later, but first off I’d like to start over with you. I know that I am supposed to write for me and not care about an audience, but the goal of this blog is to connect people around the world in the mutual striving of living fearlessly authentic. So it would be nice to have people to connect with haha.
So I’ve done a few changes around the blog, but I just want to let you know that whether you accidentally stumbled onto this post, saw it on my social media and swiped due to curiosity, or are looking to be notified every time that I post (which you can do at the bottom right of the home page), I’m glad you are here.
If you want to learn more about the purpose, please see the “Jess” page for more info and an open invitation to join my community.
More later, adiós
I had spent the last several months feeling like I wasn’t enough- not strong enough, not brave enough, not smart enough, and not good enough- that I was surprised when I flipped to the opposite end of the spectrum. I went from not enough to too much in a matter of days.Read More...
We often think busy lives reflect purpose filled lives, which is not always the case, and so we try to fulfill our lives with activities just so that we don’t have to sit still and face our thoughts. The constant on-the-go cycle wears us out, but being tired sometimes is easier than facing the truth of ourselves. We’re aware of the running we do to avoid such thoughts, yet our denial spurs us to keep going, move faster, and to never stop. Keep on Reading!
When I first created this blog, I did it because I wanted my writing to move people. To connect with people on an emotional level. I wanted to write differently than I did on my last blog that I had for 5 years. I wanted my posts to be more than just me venting about work, or theorizing about guys, or even just sharing my travels. I wanted to inspire young women, or anybody really, to dare to live a fearlessly authentic life.
What I’ve discovered, however, is that after just 3 posts I have already sunk into the same pattern that I did with my previous writing, and in turn have defeated my entire purpose for starting this blog. Let me explain. Keep on reading!
I feel everything. A bundle of nerves sensitive to the touch, the exposed vulnearablity feeling raw in the open air. I don’t even know what to call the emotions I feel aside from frustration and desire and false hopes and shame. I just know that I feel too much yet not enough but what I feel is wrong and I would be strong and move on, but I can’t. Keep on reading!