and to rockstar girls the world over…
an open letter to the golden haired beauty i met at the motion city sound track show last saturday night at starland ballroom… and to rockstar girls the world over…
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 former flame or an old sweater
i has been said it takes nearly half the time you spent in a relationship to truly move on and feel at peace. four trips around the sun later, it appears i am moving along right on schedule.
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.
the kissing will matter a lot more
when she asked me if i had a husband of my own, i explained i would in june and started to cry. i told her of the silly argument anthony and i had that morning. i felt like a fool.
stick your worries on a shelf
i have not seen worry dolls in over a decade. the moment i laid eyes on them in the shop i was eleven years old again.
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.
come as you are
When asked to defined morecowbell, I always explain this site as a documentation of my journey towards living life louder. More than a tagline for my website, “living life louder” is a personal mantra. A reminder to stay true to myself. keep the funk alive. fuel the fire which burns under my skin. be more colorful.