live travel adventure bless and don’t be sorry
“live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.” .jack kerouac
i know a pretty little place
i watched the sun fall over the pacific ocean four days in a row. on the first evening i believed my friend journeyed to the beach to show me and my mister our first ever san diego sunset.
examine my heart and my mind
thirty days into twenty fifteen, and i am finally ready to share a new years’ piece. luckily, my resolutions this year do not include punctuality. twenty fourteen was a year of incredible highs and god awful lows. sadness and unparalleled anxiety were swiftly chased with blissful moments of feeling as though the whole world was conspiring to shower me with everything i ever wished for.
a big ball of wonderful
because you guys are my favorite i want everyone of you to have the opportunity to experience zoom ziplines! as a thank you for your continued support and love, i would like to invite you to enjoy zoom ziplines at an exclusive, special rate!
over the top nonsensical situations
on our fourth date, i dragged anthony to a cypress hill show with my girlfriends. the date proved to be one of those “you can’t make this stuff up” kind of nights. at one point entertainers on stage smoked weed out of a seven foot long bong while a dj battled a bongo player and my girlfriend silently threw up in the grass.
we are merely guests
i believed myself immune to the spontaneous natural happenings… unable to be fazed by the mini moments of wonder occurring almost constantly in my own backyard. my family moved to the house i live in now before i began kindergarten. as we drove up to the house for the first time, i asked my parents why there was green carpet outside the house.
3:45 Dead on Arrival
My mama invited me to hear a motivational speaker at an event her employer was hosting. I went without any expectations, but within minutes was blown away. Inside the nearly two hour talk, I learned a lot about Kathy Buckley, and surprisingly a lot about myself.