maps

"MAPS" Yeah Yeah Yeahs

the meaning behind my favorite YYYs song:

Fact: Karen O wrote this song about her then boyfriend, Angus Andrew. MAPS is an acronym for My Angus Please Stay. Angus was set to leave and accept a job offer and this was Karen O’s inspiration for the song.

Another Fact: In this music video, according to an interview with Karen O, she said her tears were real and the reason for this:

"They were real tears. My boyfriend at the time was supposed to come to the shoot – he was three hours late and I was just about to leave for tour.
I didn’t think he was even going to come and this was the song that was written for him…”

I had heard this song so many times before i knew anything behind the meaning of it and liked it.  but just enough to not be annoyed by its catchy, repetitive and obviously sad sound.  then someone pointed out that there was more to the song than what it had to offer at face value..and i fell in love with it.  

how many times do we take something at face value, not really thinking about how it came to be?   how many times do we think we know about something or even someone and come to find nothing but a beautiful moment shared with a stranger?

too many times.

slow down.  breathe.  take the time to know who/what is around you and why you are putting energy into it.  

listen to the story behind the words.  

fall in love with this moment.

http://youtu.be/oIIxlgcuQRU

found

i kinda love this guy right now.  a lot

that is all.

http://youtu.be/wsWSXPKYwPo

sparrek

no words right now

http://www.juxtapoz.com/current/photographs-by-kylli-sparre-aka-sparrek

we should see other people

anger has always been a friend of mine.

we've had a year of closeness that we've never had before.

but some relationships are more damaging than good.  im figuring this out...finally.

im tired of loosing what i care about because anger (along with its close sidekick, fear) cause me to push anything as far away as possible so that i wont be hurt again.

so its time to breakup- im done.  im exhausted.  i want to be happy and anger doesn't like happy.

im sure we will see each other around...but hopefully, we can be cordial with each other.

...much needed

I needed this time today.

my bike, headphones, water and helmet.  

just me, my thoughts and a trail.

i know ive been putting time off for me lately.  ive been too busy playing "catch-up" with life that it seems like ive forgotten to just sit and breathe.

im an expert at avoiding all that i have stirring in my head.  all the things that im figuring out i cannot avoid any longer.  things that have done nothing but become sandbags tied to my feet.  

i have to keep moving forward.

half way through my ride, i pulled off the trail and down to the river.  leaned my bike against a tree and 

just sat.  alone.  it was perfect.

  

i think i rode just under 11 miles and somehow, when i turned around to finish up my ride i realized that i was going so much faster than i had been going the entire first half of my ride.  it had nothing to do with the grade of the trail, catching a "second wind" or even figuring out which gear to be in.

i felt lighter.  

just taking time to really be present and allow myself to really breathe somehow shed some of the weight that i (and only i) keep allowing myself to carry around every single day.

i couldn't stop smiling. 

and i didn't want to stop riding.

warmth

I swear that I will actually write something soon.  just can't stop reading this though 

fer serious!!

survive

I found this on Tumblr and immediately sent it out to some of the awesome people in my life.

heather hansen

http://www.behance.net/gallery/Emptied-Gestures/10063335

wholeness

“I actually attack the concept of happiness. 

The idea that - I don’t mind people being happy - but the idea that everything we do is part of the pursuit of happiness seems to me a really dangerous idea and has led to a contemporary disease in Western society, which is fear of sadness. 

It’s a really odd thing that we’re now seeing people saying “write down 3 things that made you happy today before you go to sleep”, and “cheer up” and “happiness is our birthright” and so on. 

We’re kind of teaching our kids that happiness is the default position - it’s rubbish. 

Wholeness is what we ought to be striving for and part of that is sadness, disappointment, frustration, failure; all of those things which make us who we are. 

Happiness and victory and fulfillment are nice little things that also happen to us, but they don’t teach us much. 

Everyone says we grow through pain and then as soon as they experience pain they say “Quick! Move on! Cheer up!” I’d like just for a year to have a moratorium on the word “happiness” and to replace it with the word “wholeness”. 

Ask yourself “is this contributing to my wholeness?” and if you’re having a bad day, it is.”

-Hugh Mackay

find your therapy

I realized today that i engulf myself in blogging when i seem to be going through something traumatic or overly emotional  

....this fucking blog is my therapy

it just hit me. 

i started my first blog, kandjlewis.blogspot.com, it was during my pregnancy with my first son, Parker.  that blog ended when my dad had his accident and passed.

and now ive started this one as i go through a roller coaster of a year (to put it insanely mildly)

so when i was told that i couldn't start a blog until i had a theme or vibe in mind and i did it anyway...it was because THIS is what its about- getting better with    me

DFS doesn't even begin to describe it.  

Stateless - Bloodstream

glow

fin

here he is.....

kick ass

I have this incredible drive right now to find "happy".  its hard to figure out the older you get and the more you change.  im pretty sure that when I was little,  "happy" was anywhere i was with my sisters.  any place that we were just able to play and BE kids was happy.  

no yelling, no fighting, no judgement, no fear, just Happy.  

through my entire educational career i was always, as my fifth grade teacher put it in one of my parent/teacher conferences, "a social butterfly".  so naturally, i was happy with friends.  i was (and may still be) a perpetual people pleaser.  this lead me to compete.  constantly.  i didnt just compete in the social realm, i was also extremely competitive in a physical way in sports.  i played a sport every season of the year as soon as i was old enough to.  "kick ass and take names" as my dad would constantly encourage me.  

i fought mentally to stay strong while i watched my parents marriage implode.  strong while my mom focused her jealous anger at me because my dad loved me so much that she felt threatened by it and had to mentally tear me apart every chance she had.  strong while i kept her secret affairs that i witnessed with my own eyes, hidden from everyone because she threatened my life and the happiness of my family if i ever let that secret out.  the whole time still competing with her drug addiction.  for her love.  for the real her.  

when she left us.  i shut down.  i really dont remember much from that chunk of time.  although it turned into a roughly 6 year blur- I survived it.  and that made me feel a twinge of pride.

pride in survival, pride in being strong enough to "make it through".  

that pride has become this sort of monster that makes me feel like failure is not even close to an 

option.  it has created self doubt, sef conciousness, and at times a good case (or ten) of the crazies.  

i am struggling to find a new comfort zone now.  i thought i had it in a husband, a home, a family, plenty of friends, a job that allowed a sense of comfort, and pride in...(my act was TIGHT!)  

now it seems as though one by one i have seen these go away. FAST.  

i am grasping to hold on to some piece of "me" that kept the life i had together.

strength has kinda always been my thing- and i lost that....until recently.

i am done waiting on others- i am going to be happy.  to FIND happy.  

as scary as that may be- i am ready.  

i am taking a step back, in a way.  back to my uber competitive days where i just fought constantly to BE STRONG.  i may be competing in a new environment but im used to fighting.  i just needed to allow myself to be weak for a while.  you cant be strong all the time.  its exhausting.  you cant be present in the moment and really soak in what youre experiencing: good or bad.  and arent those experiences what have made us who we are?  its strange to say it but im excited to take the challenge.  i have had to really be honest with the people i have been effected by the last year about where i am.  thats not fun to go through on either end.  but how can you expect to not have regrets down the road if youre not honest about how you feel right now?

i dont have the answers. 

i just know that i am ready to live my life passionately. intensely. honestly and fully.       

im ready to kick ass and take names again. 

   

“Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.”

— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

kitty war

i need a cat.

screw starting a new commitment to a furball- we...lets get real, I need a snuggle buddy, friend, and one more thing dependent on me to survive.

story still developing.  

but in the meantime, for entertainment purposes, here are a few names my kiddos gave me that they feel are great for kitties...

Parker (4 1/2)

Orange Light

Orange Light Seastar

Sea Star

Orange

(....are we seeing a pattern here?)

Cutie Kitty

Scrouch (so good)

Strawberry

Grumble

Troll

King of the World

"               " Kitties

"               "Cat tails

Ava (2 1/2)

Hello Kitty

Poopsie 2  (they knew a poopsie 1 at some time)

Pink

Cutie

"ING" - as strange and unusual, i like it!

Ava.......(naturally)

So- i need VOTES!!! or other ideas.  ya know, just in case some poor, stray, adorable, fuzzy thing needs a loving home anytime soon.       :)

E're day

http://www.etsy.com/listing/119482900/gold-foil-hustle-print

real love

the good and bad thing about the location of my coffee shop, is that you see so many stories, REAL stories acting out right in front of you.  

from the exhausted new dad dragging his feet behind him yet in his face you see that he is buzzed with excitement that his nine months of waiting to meet his new baby has finally paid off.  that  he now knows what everyone meant by "you never know real love until..." to the also exhausted hospital employee who has worked way too much for way too long and wants to make sure you know it.

ive see the good, the bad and the ugly.  

then you see this...

i have worked at the hospital for almost 9 years.  this touches me in a way that has only happened a handful of times.

i may be extra sensitive to this because of all the personal stuff I have going on as of late, but really- how do you not when you start to REALLY pay attention to what is going on.

this is a son and his Mom.

that is litterally as much as i know for fact about them.  but im a people watcher by nature and ive been able to pick up on other things going on here.  she is frail.  she is weak.  her husband holds her arm as they walk in to the hospital on a  regular basis. he feeds her 3 of her medications at noon and orders her a cup of ice water and an empty 4 oz sampler cup along with his 20oz drip coffee with room for cream.  he pours her 2 oz of coffee from his cup into that liittle cup for her.  then he grabs the cream and sugar and mixes them in that tiny cup in front of her so she can have it just the way she wants.  then helping her hold the cup up to drink.  i assume she is too weak to do much of this on her own because all the while, she just sits in the chair.  he touches her back and holds her hand.  they dont say much because when she talks, she coughs.  

in the last week, i have caught on that she has two sons.  very attractive young men who walk right in to the shop and over to her- give her a kiss and look her right in the eye as they just grab her hand and hold it.  they sit.  

this goes on for a couple hours.  they seem to own some kind of business and aren't from here because whatever is going on here is causing them to work on their laptops, or take phone calls at times while they sit.  but the focus shifts only momentarily.  when one of them leaves, the other one quietly scoots closer to her and then this.  just an arm around her frail body.  

i watched them for so long today.  

I was working alone and it was a quiet afternoon.  i wanted to ask what their story was but it really doesnt matter because they have eachother.  they are present.  they are all THERE for her.

I dont need to tell her that she has that but i want to know her- i want to be able to tell her boys (all three of them) that i am blown away by this real LOVE.  but its not my business.  

i am honestly lucky to observe what this kind of real love looks like.  

mah bike!!

here it is!

I DID THIS!!  schmeriously, ME!

ill admit, i DID have some serious help getting this little beast created from an uber bike-savvy person i know, along with all the tools, supplies and hardware required from this cute little local non profit called pedals 2 people......  such a cool place.  its full of boxes of every part you could need to fix up your ride-(road, mountain, fixie, cruiser or otherwise) along with at least 3 cans of open grease containers, 2 sets of bike holders/stations, a full ROOM of wheels, a lobby full of frames and finished bikes that you can buy, FREE kids bikes that have been donated then fixed up and made sure to be safe then donated back to the public, a few new parts and accesories, a couple walls full of all kinds of crazy tools whose purpose is solely to tighten one small bracket, post, bolt, crank, or gear (bike vocab! ....i think) and, if your lucky, a little bit of dirty biker eye candy.   

this place is one of the great things that Spokanites have and dont realize they have. 

http://www.pedals2people.org/

i build this out of SCRAPS!  i only needed to buy a few small things new along with some security precautions, a helmet and a wee splurge in the way of some PURPLE handle bar tape (on order-i will post a pic when ive accesorized properly) 

is it not icredible that there are so many things that we have around us just waiting to be used again?!  they just need a little love, grease and crankin! (but dont we all?) 

anywho-

i built my bike in hopes of:

1. getting my ass in shape

2. showing my kids that Mom is "cool" and not everyhting FUN involves the tv, controllers or the internet.

3. being less of a consumer

4. being outside more

5. having a hobby/toy that i know the ins and out of and am able to adjust it to fit me and my needs

6. going FAST.  feeling light. 

7. showing myself that i can do this

8. honestly, feeling like a super bad-ass chick.  srsly.  

i live in a great place to try this out.  

im excited!!

and if you see my pushing my bike uphill aka: my "third gear" 

then- just cheer me on and dont run me over....please.  

balancing act

i would credit this piece but i honestly cant remember where i found it- dont sue me! 

one of FOUR.

it must be nice to just sway back and forth in life.  to be there when it fits into your schedule.  to take advantage of someone who needs a friend, a companion, love.  

just to sever the connection without a thought to what you said.  

what you implied.  

what you were part of.   

i will never understand the ability to just LEAVE. 

to just sever a connection.

to assume that it will be easy and unforeign to all parties involved.

I hope to never inflict what pain this causes to another person in my lifetime. 

in reality....its just CRUEL.

 think BEYOND yourself.

own who you REALLY are.  

own IT.  

........be fucking AUTHENTIC (impeccable) WITH YOUR WORD.

take me here....

submit

i would never describe myself as modest yet i wouldnt say i was uber confident either.  but now is the time that i push myself to figure out my limits.  i have always been an extremely brave person but bravery doesn't always result in confidence.  and though i will more than likely never meet or have the honor of being part of this incredibly beautiful artists work-  http://spencertunick.com/   i have officially signed up to do so if the chance ever came to me.  it may seem silly to feel pride in just typing my name and info in and hitting SUBMIT, but i do! 

this is out of my comfort zone, to put myself out there like that- but how incredibly beautiful is this....

and i want to be part of that kind of beauty.  

so i hit submit

only three???

one of my favorite customers gave me this silly little "homework assignment" yesterday

- come to work tomorrow with your THREE all time favorite songs

WTF??

choose just THREE??

ALL TIME???

pisshhaaawwww!!!!

so naturally, much like i have done in all of my academic endeavors, i procrastinated.  which, in one day, doesn't buy you ANY time.  

so when he came by the next day, literally bouncing to hear our faves, i told him i didn't do it.

i just "forgot"

truth is, 

i don't want to share that with anyone.

thats MINE

those songs mean so much to me- and there are many more than just THREE- so why would I put myself out there to anyone??  music is more than that.  it is ever-changing, it means more or less to you depending on what you're dealing with or going through at any one particular time.  so- i fudged them some.

blah blah blah....

Doobie Brothers "without love"- for Dad.

then for nostalgic reasons: "amber" by 311 (yeah, I'm old- i get it)

anything recent by Miguel (dreamy sigh)

and then derrrrr, afterwards though of one of my faves- John mayer (don't hate)

dont know what it is- maybe the INCREDIBLE way the boy plays the guitar, or the lyrics, or something else, but I LOVE THIS SONG!!! yeah, I've heard he's kinda a prick- but seriously...if the first 30 seconds of this song don't make you need to just BREATHE in and out ONCE- then you're an asshole. 

http://youtu.be/Bn0NLQI-l08

(yeah- a LINK.  I'm still a moron when it comes to this blog thing- so if you know how to post an actual effing video from youtube to this using my ipad, id love to hear it)

what i am thinking RIGHT NOW

i think that life is just a big mind fuck.

you go through it wondering "why", that transitions to 

"why, not" which only leads to 

"why the fuck"

you think that youre doing it "right"

being good at everything that society tells you youre supposed to be good at

be smart

be GOOD LOOKING

be loyal

be honest

be fun

be charming

be carefree

be PERFECT

be selfless

be everything to everyone, all the time. 

...but what does that get YOU??

good fucking question 

ps- i literally wrote "be selfless" FOUR FUCKING TIMES before I edited this..... 

wonder what I've been focused on BEING......

yet, still not enough.  awesome.  

"i want you to be all mine"

well okay, 

but do you mind

if i keep some of myself,

for myself

so that when you leave me

there is still something left?

-Jackson Lange

fear

the word defined by websters as:

"a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil pain, etc. whether the threat is real or imagined: the feeling or condition of being afraid."

cut and dry, right?

not so much. 
what websters forgets to point out, is that this word is so POWERFUL. 
it has the ability to control, manipulate, twist, influence, and seriously fuck you up. 

i know- trust me. 

I really love words. but this word and I are going through a bit of a rough patch right now. 
there have been a few rare times that something that I viewed as a fearful or dangerous were actually found out to be camouflaged in what I took to be fearful. 
quitting school:
marriage:
giving birth:
falling in love:

each one of these things/events/monuments, have all been bitter-sweet.  in that, they were all once saturated with fear yet, brought the complete opposite result of what i anticipated.  

but now i see fear in so many places.  not only in myself but in those i care so much about.  

how do you tell someone to STOP letting fear of the result deny you the pleasure of the experience when you have done nothing but take pleasure in the experience and deny yourself the realization of the possible and probable result.  

so obviously the word "fear" and i are in a very heated love/hate relationship right now.  

any guesses as to who's coming out on top in this one??  :)

"Many people need desperately to receive this message: 'i feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them.  you are not alone."

-Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake

........overwhelmed

it was over a year ago that I heard this song for the first time.  i had no idea what kind of feelings it would bring up in just hearing it now.  

the memories of feelings.  

the realizations that i've lost what attaches me to these happy things.   

the first time i heard this song, i had one of those moments that i didn't know happened when it did.  one of those "if i only knew then what i know now" kind of moments.  

unfortunately, I now know that i knew love in this.

in pain i know that im grateful that i had it.

http://youtu.be/hqJ8hFgYwVg

ps- sorry I only have a link- haven't figured out how to post the actual video on here yet.  meh. 

now what

At one time, I thought this was what happy felt like.
that i was supposed to be right here.

music of now

some of my most memorable moments owing up involved music.
my parents went to a Doobie Brothers concert on my moms due date with me. strange but true. my dad loved the Doobies and toting his VERY pregnant wife along to the concert was a bonus: he got great seats which were normally reserved for disabled patrons but in this case, would make one soon to be dad, the happiest man on earth.
my dad also used to wake my sisters and I up on summer break by playing some of his favorite "tunes" loud enough to not only shake the windows but also four girls that stayed up too late watching "Legend", "Labyrinth" or cheesy informercials out of bed. we would whine, yell, bitch and moan about it but he just smiled and danced around the house, opening up all the doors and windows as he went, letting in as much of the summer air as he could.

it was miserable but memorable.


I am rediscovering this passion for music and really noticing that I have no particular "style" or genera. I just like what I feel. So- I will be posting a few songs here and there that I may be "feeling" in that moment. bear with me folks.

so in honor of Dad:

http://youtu.be/BlAmc9Nnebk

side note: He got to meet the Doobies in the months prior to his accident. I remember waking up to an extremely happy voicemail that he left me. `

weak

please.......

no more games.
no more tests.
no more wondering, stress, second guessing.
no more feeling unworthy, broken, temporary.

happy place.......

I WANT

love the idea of this post- i think this is one of the ones I can go back to several times a year and just reflect of what I have down, retype it, think about it and seriously THINK about. kinda nice to just be called out every now and then by yourself.




To have:

*a home
*someone to share it with
*happiness
*FUN
*knowledge in what I want and how to get there
*drive


To see:

*more than ever thought possible
*myself
*how far i can be pushed. by myself and those around me
*a sunset. in the arms of someone who will NEVER let me go
*my babies grow up happy, healthy, loved and knowledgeable
*tomorrow CLEARLY

To know

*what i really WANT
*who i really want
*how to stand up for myself
*who I am now that i am not "me" anymore
*how to speak clearly, accurately, honestly and without regret


To go:

*AWAY
*more specifically: FAR AWAY.
I've always had this desire to travel.
not just a little distance, I'm talking three layovers, stuck in an airport for 8 hours only to arrive in an amazing place that you would never believe you were seeing in person. in absolute AWE of your environment. i want to be brought to tears with what I am seeing, experiencing, and doing. I want to be lost in translation. put in a place that makes me take a breath and BE THERE. not other choice but to BE.
and if I could share it with someone who, without speaking a word to eachother, knew exactly how I felt at that moment only because they felt the same exact way.....yeah, the dream.



To Be:

*ME. without apology.
*unrelenting
*STRONG
*free
*happy
*safe
*beautiful
*honest not only to others but to MYSELF

*L O V E D




...........and you????

worth

What is your worth??

I dont know that anyone should ever REALLY ask this question.. i think its completely different to ask it to yourself than it is to ask it of others.  you may never really know what truly is.  thats life.  thats living.  that really IS part of figuring out WHO you are.  unfortunately, I am like most people.. I base my worth off of what others think of me.  off of how i am of use to others lives.  the impact I have on others lives, how I am useful in others' successes, happiness, fulfillment, comfort, distraction from reality and really where I seem to fit in to THEIR lives.
When do you really face reality that your worth is only what you make it??   When do you REALLY take charge of your happiness and decide that you are really WORTH the fight??
I am really there.  I am figuring out my worth.  And yeah, it may not be much,  but it is MINE.  and I'll be damned to have little to no impact on the outcome of this.  its way too valuable.
My Dad always told me to "treat others how you want to be treated".  Really, Dad?!  Sooooo much easier said than done!
I might be the worst person I know in regards to these words of wisdom.  Not in the assumed way.  But that I don't think I really ALLOW myself to be treated the way I treat others.  I have a genuine love for the people I surround myself with.  I absolutely LOVE my friends. They are so meaningful to me.  I have always been picky about the people I surround myself with.  I think that this part of life only gets more and more complicated and valuable the older you get.
OLDER-yep  I'm so there.  the fact that I am the age that i am and literally starting over is so frightening yet freeing at the same time.  You go on this path of "knowing" what you want.  "knowing that this is your destiny- just to figure out that YOU. HAD. NO. IDEA.
wow- where do you even begin to start over again.  Who do you turn to to figure out what happened with the life you had planned for so long.  Worked so hard for and NEVER thought for a fleeting second would ever go away.

I'm there.

and absolutely

lost.

when will I FINALLY feel what I've always wanted to feel.
With no consequences. With no regret. Just taken at face value.

the good, the bad, the ugly.
the damaged, used, abused.
the needy, self conscious, frightened.
the loving, caring, selfless.
the fun, free and living out loud.

the unknown in me that will always be there. no matter where I am I will be in this place of questioning my worth. its inevitable. be it caused by my past, present, or literally my gender- I may always be a mess. I think the best way to describe me would be a "hot mess"
yeah- I'll take that.
for now.

but I will find my worth.
i will know where I lie.
and i will be in awe of it.
someday

but for now........I have no fucking clue.

day of LOVE?

Today is Valentines day.  ugh.....

I think this is such a strange "holiday". pretty sure it was created so that candy and card companies, florists, and any business selling or involved in any form of contraception, can make a BOATLOAD of money. 
then in the days following this "holiday", they can make even MORE money from all the poor saps that screwed up the first time around trying to make it up to their significant other. 
Sigh....here I go 
but it also has got me thinking a lot about LOVE. 
oh, crap......
I was asked several times in the last year what it is that I WANT.
simple, right?  yeah, not so much.  literally three things that I  have always wanted.

*to be LOVED
*to be WANTED
*to be HAPPY


pretty sure these three things can all be lumped into one but I am also pretty sure that each one is so much more complicated than the word implies.  love.  such a simple, unintimidating set of 4 little letters.  that when placed in such a way, can become so complex, so full, so sweet, and so hard to explain. 
Not only do I want these three "little" things, I am now realizing that I need them.  I have to demand them.
how the hell do you demand something from someone that you are trying to figure out the meaning of?  when what those things are and how to show them is constantly changing? 

you don't demand them.

you earn them
you communicate what you need right now
and if that is too much you figure it out together. 

I am learning.  I am trying to figure out how to allow myself to be loved.  figuring out what that means.  not just demanding that of others but of myself. 

screw "love languages".  we all have the same one- COMMUNICATION.  its the most difficult thing to learn.  but its so vital in love. 

I know that I want to be heard.  I want to listen.  I want to laugh.  I want the physical and emotional bond that only real love can bring.  the kind that you think about all day.  that makes you smile at random times.  I need that. we all do.  we just have to figure out HOW. 

Easier said than done, huh?


Except with love like this......

                                                           


 

passion

 passion. 
what does that mean? 
this is something I've been really trying to challenge myself to honestly think about lately.  there are, in my opinion, different definitions of this word to different people.  it changes.  in looking into the literal meaning of the word, it isn't defined exactly either.  which makes me feel comforted in my own confusion in my passions and how they seem to differ so greatly.
i don't think you ever really focus on your true passions unless you are in some way, forced to by some greater force than you.  I don't know that the force that has made me think of my passions is greater than me, but it does effect me.  it does take a part of me.  it really does make me who I am.  I know that I have always craved this control over my life and where it is going.  What it entails.  What excites me and fulfills me.  I don't know that I will ever be set in that again.  What I do KNOW is that I am going to be truly PASSIONATE.  any way I can.  I need that.  everyone does.  it is your human right- to live passionately.  and if you don't know how- figure it the FUCK out!

Etymology

Via French, from Latin passio ("suffering"), noun of action from perfect passive participle passus ("suffered"), from deponent verbpati ("suffer").

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.........Yep.

the beginning?

This is the second time I have started a blog.  The first one I wrote documented the beginning of  a new life.  A life as a mom.  I had no idea what I was doing with that blog, or really, this one either.  I just know that getting my thoughts, feelings, interests, questions and observations about my life and what it entails feels like a good idea right now.  I know I wont write all the time.  And when I do, it may not flow or make much sense.  But it will be me.  As authentically as I know how at this moment. 
My life, again, is starting a new chapter.  I feel a lot like I did when I was preparing for motherhood.  Scared, lost, excited, challenged, overwhelmed.  But this time, the focus has shifted. 

 

pretty little number, isn't she?