“I’m living for the weekend…”


It’s finally here! My birthday weekend :). Tomorrow morning we’re off to San Francisco so that I can enjoy a little getaway with my husband that’ll include lots of dining (I LOVE the food there) and visiting beauty shops and relaxing! Can you tell I’m excited? Today was my daddy’s birthday, I miss celebrating together :(.

He’s been at a conference this week and I had a battle with my sinuses for most of the week and it’s easing up, so I can’t wait for our little trip.

I spent today doing laundry, cleaning and packing with a DJ Private Ryan mix (Soca Brainwash 2013) that gave me a little exercise because you can’t just listen to this music and not move. I also finished the bottle of prosecco in the fridge. I think that was two/three glasses… probably two but I really don’t remember, I was just trying to empty it and get it into the recycling bag. Either way, even though I was doing housework, I had a little workout and lots of fun doing it!

I plan to do very little on Monday (which is my birthday) so I was trying to make sure that when we came back in here wouldn’t require any work whatsoever. I don’t intend to get crazy drunk and not remember anything this weekend… I’m over the whole hangover thing. You waste a day recovering, I rather just not deal with it. I just want to enjoy the sun, food and shopping while I’m there. Even better… it’s all about ME! So my husband has to do whatever I want :D.

What are your plans for the weekend?

I plan to take lots of pictures and I will be posting on this and my other blog.

I hope you have a great weekend! I don’t even know if excited is the word anymore or it could be the prosecco taking over hahaha! Anywho! Lots of love and have a safe weekend!

xx

Life


I’m in my mid-twenties and I’m always described as “an old soul”.

I’ve been through my share of things in life. And writing has always been there to help.

I realized there are so many things we go through and we all have our own way of coping. I write. Sometimes, you hope to come across someone who’s been through what you’re going through and that they shared words of encouragement. That’s also why I started my blog.

Discussing your problems with people doesn’t always guarantee you will hear what you want/need to hear – especially from someone you love or family. The words of a stranger often ring home because it’s like someone out there has been through what I’m going through and they understand. I’m not alone. I’m not going crazy. Hearing the same thing from a loved one isn’t fresh or caring anymore it becomes annoying after a while.

I’m trying to make the most out of my life. I’ve had enough lessons on knowing how short it can be.

Everything in moderation.

Love and be loved.

Build each other up – especially woman to woman. Learn from each other.

I’ve been feeling really intimidated when it comes to how I want to further my fashion blog because of what I see other established bloggers/youtubers go through with negativity. I find I’m giving myself pep talks everyday that I can do it and I can get as far as I want to go and I am the only person that can stop my progress.

Isn’t that the same thing with life? We can only get as far as we want ourselves to go. If we feed into the negativity, listen to what others tell us we can’t do, then we don’t get anywhere.

I want to go somewhere. I want to build something on my own. I love that my husband encourages me and is proud of me. That counts more than you know and he knows how much it means to me.

So here is my encouragement to you:

Nothing happens overnight (it could but let’s be realistic). Work hard for what you want and know you get what you put in. You may hear “no” a lot but keep saying yes in your head and your heart if you know it is for you.

Writing these words hold me to do the same thing for myself. To never give up and also to try to be an inspiration for someone else. I love knowing that I’ve helped someone one way or another, directly or indirectly.

I hope this helps.

xx

Valentine’s Day – Recap


Tonight I tried prosecco for the first time.

Laughed. Hard.

We had take out. What we each wanted. Pizza. Shawarma and tabouleh. Cupcakes. Prosecco. Vodka and sprite. On the dinner table. We never eat there.

Laughed. Harder.

Had a cupcake roll down my back into my hair while I attempted downward facing dog doing yoga after 3 flutes of prosecco sans vêtements.

You could as well say it was my birthday with the amount of shit we talked.

It wasn’t about romance. It was about enjoying the company of my best friend. Who is also my lover. But more importantly my husband.

Oh what a fun night.

The romance is there. 12 years together, 3 years married. Screw taking one night to be overly sensual and “romantic”. At least I know it’s not forced.

I’m loved. I love. I’m in love. I’m appreciated. I appreciate. I give. I receive.

I love myself, therefore I can love another unconditionally.

Valentine’s Day isn’t for everyone and isn’t taken seriously by everyone. Love those who love you whether or not it is a romantic relationship. Know that you are loved and share the love.

I had fun tonight.

Taken from Real Simple
Taken from Real Simple

xx