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Albums of Our Lives

Think back to the last time you were happy. And I mean really happy, like cares-in-wind, so-perfect-you-could-stay-this-way-forever-happy, so content you can feel it from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. Touch that moment with your mind, feel its edges, revel in the way it makes you breathe easier if only for a moment. Think about what made that moment so perfect.

Knee Deep, Zac Brown Band (Ft. Jimmy Buffett)

It was Summer 2014 and I was at a friends cabin in the Poconos. There were spiked Arnold palmers, a dock on the lake, beautiful sunny weather and two of my best friends. We listened to country music the whole weekend, spent our days down at the lake jumping into the water, floating around on inner tubes, talking about everything and nothing, eating sandwiches and getting sunburnt. It was my perfect break from the real world. I have never had so much fun or felt so comfortable in a bikini. There was so much laughter my abs hurt for days after and I swear my hair was two shades lighter from all the sun. Something about big, open fields, being real with my best friends and that cool blue water filled a part of me that had been dry and dusty for a long time. 

Hold on to your happiness. Feel the edges like the worn down cover of your favorite book; lean in and remember the way it smells in the summer when the wind blows the water off the lake after a storm; close your eyes and let the wind run its fingers through your hair again. Don’t you dare forget the way the earth feels between your toes or the way the full moon tilts its head at midnight. Breathe it in, breathe it out. Put it in your pocket and don’t forget.

I think a lot about that moment when I’m feeling stressed or melancholy. Just the idea that I was happy once gives me hope that I will be happy like that again. Sometimes I think moments like that are the reason I don’t just shrivel up and blow away–like maybe they are my never-ending well of goodness that I can draw on during times of drought. During times of despair. During times of monotony. Tick tock tick tock tick tock.

Hold on to your happiness, draw from that well.

Put the world away for a minute, and let the sunshine wash your blues away.

Knee Deep, Zac Brown Band (Ft. Jimmy Buffett)

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Respect Isn’t Just for Losers

When I think of words that describe myself I don’t usually reach for feminist. But recently I’ve been engaging with people and circumstances that emphasize how important it is to stand up for myself and to demand respect as a woman.

Feminist: the person who believes in the social, political, and economic equality of the sexes.

-Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

My friend and I sat down together and came up with a list of ways we can be more responsible and smart when we go out with guys, in order to protect ourselves emotionally and physically. And that right there pisses me off. Why don’t guys come up with lists of how they can treat women respectfully by looking out for their well-being and not assume we’re there so they can get some?

Our list included things like, if I have to say stop more than once I’m out and don’t be afraid to be rude. Why are we so worried about placating the guy? Why aren’t they worrying about making us feel safe and comfortable around them? I’m not a bitch because I don’t want what you want. I’m not lame if I don’t feel comfortable getting in your car. If I don’t feel safe with you, that’s your problem, not mine.

My friend pointed out that a night where her and her significant other watch tv with intermittent make-out breaks and maybe some ice cream at the end is much more of a turn on than a night where she has to continually swat his hand away from her chest and reject his advances.

Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits
It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard out here for a bitch.

-Lily Allen

Why is there pressure on the woman and not the man?

Feminism to me means that I am not a doormat. I have value as a woman and that means you need to respect my decisions. If I don’t want you to touch me like that, don’t. If I make it clear that I’m in a relationship, don’t think I’m just playing hard to get. I’m not a joke, my body is not a game.

The most important thing my friend and I took away from our list was that we have the power and the right to self-expression and everyone else can go fuck themselves. Never let anyone make you feel less than you are.

You are not a bitch, you are fabulous.

Learning to Love the Yeast Beast

There are pros to having a yeast infection? Yes, ladies, there are, you just have to look hard enough. And then maybe look some more. They’re there somewhere.

  • This is your vagina, say hello, you are now best friends forever
  • Coconut oil is the windex from My Big Fat Greek Wedding
  • Probiotics = best thing you will ever do for your body
  • You get to name it fun things like the yeast beast
  • Complaining about yeast infections with other women basically bonds you for life
  • Thought apple cider vinegar was just for cooking? Wrong.
  • New favorite thing: going commando
  • You realize you do have the strength to drink 100% cranberry juice after all
  • Perfect excuse to buy more dresses/skirts
  • You learn that the female genitalia is a delicate and sometimes hostile ecosystem
  • One word: garlic
  • Ever feel embarrassed undressing at the doctor? Not anymore!
  • Realizing you are one strong motherfucker
  • Cotton underwear is comfiest thing you’ve ever purchased
  • NO PANTS!

Coffee Overkill

When people talk about being an addict the first thing I usually think of is alcoholism or drugs or cigarettes, you know, the serious stuff. But caffeine can also be an addictive substance–it is classified as a stimulant drug. I never really gave much thought to how much caffeine (Read: coffee) I consumed in a day until I read the daily prompt from a few days ago: What is the one word or phrase that immediately cheers you up when you hear it? My first thought was, Starbucks. Not only is that marketing at its finest, but I then thought about how many cups I drink on average in a week. [Side note: I usually make  coffee  with my french press, I don’t only get coffee from Starbucks].

One in the morning, one with lunch, and one in the afternoon. Three. And that’s not including if I take an extra shot of espresso with my coffee.

 

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So how much caffeine is that?  According to google there are 95mg of caffeine in one cup f coffee and 64mg of caffeine in one shot of espresso. On average I take one cup of coffee with a shot of espresso a day, that’s seven shots of espresso a week, plus the other three cups of coffee. So to break it down in totals: Per Day=349mg, Per Week=2,443mg (2.4 grams). That is a lot of caffeine.

Now, I’m not going to quit caffeine cold turkey forever because that’s just silly. Caffeine helps relieve headaches, boosts energy (for the short-term), increases metabolism, improves cognition and researchers at John Hopkins have found that it helps improve long-term memory. However, too much caffeine is not good for the long-term as the withdrawal symptoms are brutal. I learned this first hand from the pounding migraines, lethargy and overall grumpiness. It can also induce tremors, especially if you drink it on an empty stomach as well as possibly increasing your risk of stroke, but the jury seems to still be out on that one.

I don’t want to need caffeine to function as a human being–to me that is one of the definitions of addiction. I should be able to function throughout the day without it. Plus, one of my favorite mottos is everything in moderation. I don’t think 2,443mg of caffeine counts as moderation.

In light of this, and wanting to be an overall healthier person, I’ve decided to limit myself to one cup of coffee a day, sans espresso. Instead of coffee in the morning, I’m going to eat breakfast. What a strange idea. Hopefully the withdrawal blues won’t hit too hard, but since I’m not going cold turkey I don’t expect them to.

So here’s to a summer of fruit smoothies and roasted brussel sprouts, a decrease in coffee and an increase in self-discipline.

If you have any suggestions or anecdotes to share, please leave them in the comments and any and all encouragement is greatly appreciated! Have a great week, bloggers!

From Blurry to Focused

The school year has officially started and we have to begin remembering what it means to focus on homework and grades rather than summer jobs and suntans. Not only is this year the first year in which I’ve only had one class MWF, but it’s also the first year I’ve lived in an apartment! In appreciation of this great development, my photo is of the gorgeous bouquet my roommate’s mom gave us for our dining room table.

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Things in the background are usually brushed aside or blurred out, but I oftentimes realize that it’s those things in the background usually are the most interesting. I love the dark purple-y outline where the pink flower kisses the green and I love the way the pink fades as the petals reach out. I love the way the stem bends almost at a ninety degree angle because the flower wants to see what the wooden table looks like and I love the way it doesn’t seem to mind that the red and yellow flowers are in front, faces lifted up towards the camera. It is in the background that true stories are told, masks are removed and real life happens.

This year at school my goal, well, one of them, is to try and focus on the stuff in the background–hot showers, bare feet, quiet time, a good nights sleep, stuff that I would usually brush off as not-super-important-or-interesting. I want my life to be genuine and real, even if that means I get to be all blurry in someone else’s background.

What are some of your goals for this upcoming year? Have you ever noticed anything particularly interesting in the background? Let me know what you think in the comments and happy Monday!

Carefree

What does it mean to be carefree? I have less than a week left of summer before going back to school and I’m trying to cling to every carefree moment I have left. Last summer I took a beach trip with some of my girlfriends and it was one of my favorite vacations; we did everything, swimming in the ocean, board walk, that random fair that was happening, staying up late, watching rom coms, it was so fun! I highly recommend going on a trip like that, add it to your bucket list, go go go!!

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Sometimes it’s hard to remember what it feels like to be carefree. Especially since we’re adults (or trying to be) and life just seems like it’s throwing bricks at us, assuming we can catch them. But it never works like that and I usually end up dropping the brick on my toe like the klutz I am and then I’ve got a broken toe and no brick. Looking back through pictures really does help jog my memory, though…I wish we could just step back into old pictures and relive the memories. TIME TRAVEL FOR THE WIN!
But at the same time, it’s good to make new memories and have new carefree moments–as life continues, so does time. I don’t know, I was trying to be deep there.

What is your favorite carefree moment? Why was it so great? Let me know in the comments or twitter.