deeply rooted in this one real life

Concrete and water go together in this city tonight and I'm thinking about those certain things in life that become increasingly unclear to me...

I have such wide eyes for the future, I often lose grip with the present and I commiserate deeply with the past. It seems odd to not dwell with the happenings of your past- history is deeply rooted in the now, so live a long life mirrored with memories of your past.

I've spoken of losing my mind for the sake of my heart- I am tripping now finding out what that really means. I think that the loneliest people in this world are the ones who speak the truth. The ones who are deeply rooted with compassion for life and all of it's facets.

I can write you a million words, words that are family words, words that are deeply rooted in love, the words that were never spoken, the words you were so anxiously awaiting. However the words you so anxiously awaited are the very ones lost, somewhere between my head and my heart.

Trust the words that are spun, locked in a spindle of truth for not everyone loves the one that they hold and not everyone can speak the words they are thinking.

Go the length I've gone to spend just one day loving, oh the length I'd go to spend one day writing. One day writing all those lost words.


What we build has always been bigger than the sum of two. Call it history... call it roots.

may break my bones

Sticks and stones may break my bones but ice is going to have to try again- after much deliberation it turns out my elbow is not broken, there may or may not be a hairline fracture in something called a radial head and the only thing holding me back from a triple back flip one eighty off the high dive is a few torn ligaments. I'll take it, and you will still find me snowboarding in Breckinridge, Colorado in February. There's a sigh of relief in my tone & now I really can't wait for our trip along with it's many photo opportunities.

The house hunting proceeds, cute little names like morningside drive and marianet ct are in our near future- Benson can't wait to have a "real dog's" back yard and kind of life in general I am sure.

West Elm has become my own apartment therapy reality. It all started with an apartment therapy article I read online, maybe I can find it again and post but it was full of unrealistic yet incredible concepts many from which were yours truly Anthropologie's ideas. Since I live & work at Anthro I've become the step child of West Elm... another amazing resource to make an apartment feel like a home. Let's just say Grey is on it's way-IN. Pictures soon!

This week will be rough for many more than just myself I am sure, last week was a three day week and just about wiped us off the map. Christmas and New Years break are like a cruel little sour patch kid teasing you all the way until next years Holiday season. It's immoral.

Random Tid: Best Chai tea latte to date- Green bean Coffee, Elm St. Greensboro NC.

I see it too

Recently life is just a hurricane. While everyone else is prioritizing my relationships, my job and my living quarters I am just trying to survive and the only priority I'm concerned with lately- is me. I see it being this way for a little while but during this time I have quickly realized how many amazing people there are in my life and how blessed I am to be surrounded by such an amazing support system.

I think that the end to the Holidays can be a little saddening. In the corporate world I watched Starbuck's Christmas cups walking around in people's hands turn back into plain white cups the day after new years, now it's just January and cold. However today I ran into this and it lifted my spirits a bit.

I am an anxious spectator of life- now for my own.



Good night world.