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over the weekend, vol. iii

By on Aug 30, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 6 comments

weeks later… miami! lol. i know i’ve been dropping hints of my trip for the past couple of months, & i have just now brought myself to write the post. at first, i was going to rob you of my words, simply including only the first three along with visuals. yet, as each day passes, i realize my memories are fading. & although my travels were the least of what i expected, in the future, i may wish to remember the details i still frequently find myself daydreaming of to this day.     it all started one bored & anxious summer afternoon flirting with the idea of summer travels, but never actually believing any destination on my wanderlust list would become a reality. the next day, i found myself booking a flight & hotel as well as beginning the packing process—which is always, actually, a lot of fun to me… outfits! ;D naturally, frustration comes along with deciding which liquid beauty products will tag along during the journey, since i was determined to only bring a carryon during my four-day stay. luckily, i find myself being a naturalista during the summer causing concealers, & foundations, & the likes, to be excluded (they are rarely used throughout the year anyhow). to be honest, it did take me about four attempts to master shoving all of my goodies into a hefty storage bag to accommodate the tsa’s “3-1-1” rule. i wanted to avoid being delayed at any security checkpoint at all costs.     mccarran international airport is a bit of a maze compared to other cities. las vegas is a première tourist destination, after all. consequently, i would never recommend attempting to shy away from arriving approximately 90-minutes prior to your departure. you never know what to expect. this city is unpredictable in more ways than one… my flight boarded early & took off as scheduled. i did experience a bit of a layover in charlotte, north carolina, around 6 a.m. where i was able to admire the sunrise amongst the vast greenery as we reached the landing field. less than an hour later, i was on my next flight & soon enough… miami, florida!     struck by a lovely but humid breeze, i knew what my top distraction would be: my hair. as refreshing as the air quality in florida may be, i did miss how accustomed the mane came to be with the dry heat. it didn’t know if it wanted to go for curls or frizz or what. i was in awe of anyone that was able to maintain a straight “do”, wondering of their styling secrets. at the time, my tour guide was vested in our mutual interests causing the first stop to be a creative district of sorts, wynwood arts complex–after coffee & a hearty breakfast. (: *gasp* my gosh—i was blown away! honestly, speechless. although, i found myself awkwardly trying to play it cool & contain my excitement… it tends to be overwhelming for those who do not know me so well. yet, before we fully delved into the graffiti, we perused around a gallery or two… & this is where i finally broke the ice via humiliation, of course! lol.     i can never contain myself when necessary, especially while engaged in something i’m overly passionate of. as we entered the first destination, lulu laboratorium, there was a piece i instantly saw with a crocodile skin canvas? no—it can’t be, i thought, in a daze, before committing the utmost sin & touching it… yes! t-o-u-c-h-i-n-g it. mortified, with a pinch back into reality posing as the voice of the associate exclaiming, “ma’am… that’s like 15k.” i wanted to cry, but i figured the next best thing would be to make a quick exit or quietly hide in a corner. my acquaintance wouldn’t allow it. lol. i searched for comfort. i hoped i was not a complete embarrassment to this up-&-coming artist of various crafts who frequented the shop. & what made it worse is the conversation i had to pretend to be engaged in afterwards. even more cruel, the comment: “she’s from las vegas.” what was that supposed to mean? i was full of defense, feeling more inferior by the moment, since nevadans are often considered amongst the most cultureless bunch in the nation, which is extremely false, by the way. i swear those minutes felt like hours. as we departed & i longingly glanced at some outerwear, my friend chuckled stating, “i think you can touch the clothes.” -__- i was relieved when the gallery owner at robert fontaine’s possessed an unimpressed air in regards to our presence, completely ignoring our existence. phew, what a relief. (: i needed to feel as if i had disappeared for a moment.     oh, but the clumsiness did not end here. nope. i had a second opportunity to make a fool of myself with legs tangled in a citibike that was entirely too tall & bulky for my five foot frame & unseasoned riding skills. yes, it is true: i learned to ride in a one day session with my best’s older sister (the summer prior to eight grade… teehee), & i have made no subsequent attempts until this day. ha! i was a magnet to any luxury vehicle in sight causing me to tilt my weight in the opposite direction...

More Than Me, Pt. 2

By on Aug 7, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 98 comments

All that I do is a representation of myself: wants, needs, lacks, questions, beliefs. Yes, there have been opportunities I’ve had the privilege of reaping the benefits of due to blogging, but they have been earned & negotiated. & I certainly do not agree to every sponsor, as much as that may cause some of you to cringe. Once I joined blogland, I didn’t want to be like anyone else. When it comes to anything in life, I never do. I yearn for distinction. Not to the point where I’m losing myself, bending over backwards, but just enough to make you wonder. Never quite satisfied with blending in with the crowd, I find myself seeking separation, & I’m usually able to do so via over-achieving, but when you find there is really no one left to compete with other than your past self, then what? Eric Coly really challenged me to explore this inquiry in posing as one of the few ambassadors of Le Dessein. As feminine & empowering as the collection may be, even more beauty lies in what it represents.     Baffled, I didn’t know where to begin… Le Dessein… What does that even mean? “The origin of the name is a play on two French words: Le Dessein (‘luh deh – saN’), meaning a project, and its synonym, Le Dessin, with the exact same pronunciation, which means a drawing or design. Simply said, they are engaging in a Project about Design! At Le Dessein, the primary objective is to provide customers with stunning pieces of clothing, which reflect power, confidence, & compassion – the greatest qualities of humanity, in their opinion. Consistent with their fashion values & vision, it is the company’s social objective to empower girls in developing countries by supporting their access to education.” Eric spoke of it all with such determination.     On any given day, the great majority of my time is spent admiring & absorbing. I can’t help but keep track of the moments, as I am just months away from another celebrated year of blogging & other life joys… creeping past the cute twenty-something years… edging towards those dreadful thirties where I’ll be expected to have “it” somewhat together, I can’t help but wonder what type of impact I’m leaving behind, if any at all. I can’t help but think of how selfish I am spending the past decade being completely consumed by self-improvement, never quite reaching a level of gratification. It’s hard to think of what we have as privileged, the simple things they’re always telling us to be grateful of: food, shelter, water, education, love. It’s nearly impossible to imagine a place in 2015 where our taken-for-granteds are not givens. & Although there are individuals in our country that do not possess these life essentials, I rather not fall into that debate at this time. Besides the region Le Dessein advocates, there is a greater issue that’s being addressed, one that I hold the most dear to my heart of all civil rights, those of women.     “Young girls in developing nations have not been given the attention they highly deserve in education. Yet they have the undeniable power to help uplift their communities out of poverty through education and the earning power it will generate. The following 7 Vital Facts only emphasize this:” 1. Two-thirds of the 774 million illiterate people in the world are female. 2. More than 65 million 6 to 12-year old girls are currently not in school in the developing world. 3. If all girls had a secondary education, there would be 65% fewer child marriages. 4. Almost 60% fewer girls would become pregnant under 17 years in Sub-Saharan Africa as well as South & West Asia if they all had a secondary education. 5. If all women had a secondary education, 3 million children’s lives under the age of 5 would be saved every year. 6. A woman with 6 or more years of education is more likely to seek prenatal care, assisted childbirth, & postnatal care, reducing the risk of maternal & child mortality & illness. 7. When women & girls earn income, they reinvest 90% of it into their families, as compared to only 30% to 35% for a man.     Inspired by the strong female influences of his life, especially in regards to his immediate family, Eric desired to have an impact in altering such statistics. Instilled with the practicality of education’s importance over his idealistic chic aspirations, he paved his way into the fashion community while supporting himself as a banker. Over time, he began to focus more & more of his attention on his designs, & Le Dessein grew to be what it is today with “25% of all profits being donated to girls’ school tuition in Liberia, & soon in other countries. Students at the More Than Me Academy in Liberia create the artwork that adorns the clothing. The academy’s mission is to make sure education & opportunity, not exploitation & poverty, define the lives of the most vulnerable girls from the West Point Slum of Liberia. When she graduates, she will decide what comes next for her life.”     Primarily inspired by the Black Onyx Bracelet gifted by Eric, I fell into the realms of a rare simplistic styling moment in regards to color choice, a neutral pairing of black...

More Than Me, Pt. 1

By on Jul 28, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 73 comments

Positivity is key. I’m endlessly reminding myself. Tame Impala’s opening track of their debut album, Lonerism, flows through my consciousness on loop, “Gotta Be Above It (Gotta Be Above It… Gotta Be Above It…)”. The puzzle’s unlocked: it’s all in our heads… Seems simple enough, but the mind is a powerful force. Most days, when the sun’s shining, there is no need for a reminder. That’s the gift of summer. A life without worries besides the upcoming travel destination, the next activity on the itinerary. Yet, oftentimes, between the lull of vacations & holidays, at the peak of monsoon season, the gloom gets to me. The temporary absence of light fools me into questioning its permanence; the rush of hail pulls me into the storm.     I’ve always felt discomfort with comfort, wondering what more I could be doing. There is rarely a time I am entirely at peace with myself. Some may view this as overly ambitious …& others a tad self-destructive. To be honest, I’m sure it is a twisted mix of both. Rest & relaxation become conflicting. Getaways are rewards, & once I’m through rewarding myself, I’m anticipating what lies ahead. I’m never really satisfied with my “back to reality” grumbles unless I’m clear on the future opportunities I’m striving for, whether personal or professional (usually professional, because I feel as if it is, oddly, more in my control… weird logic. But, that’s another story… lol).     At what point does one settle? Is there such a moment in time? Are we simply convincing ourselves? & When we do come to a decision, is it really our conclusion or simply a momentary means to an end? After all, we often make commitments when things are working in our favor. We’re clouded into thinking it’ll often come easy. We forecast difficulty assuring ourselves we’ll always do whatever is required to sustain these ties. Yet, we change. & We can never be certain in what ways we will… We don’t realize how the collection of all of these daily instances alters our very being.     Lately, I do not feel quite as “deep”, but my thoughts are heavy. I find my escape in the most trivial of things to tune out the noise seeking instant gratification. Social media usually does the trick. My two cents & vents amuse a few. & When I’m nearing the brink of shame & guilt, slowly re-realizing my participation in such things is my downfall, procrastination at its best, a complete waste of my existence, I am proven wrong. Ha! Saved by yet another favorable circumstance that fell into my lap, I spot an email from Le Dessein, an up-&-coming clothing company based in Santa Monica, California. Impressed with my collaboration with Mancinism, the fashion brand desired my partnership in sharing my thoughts on their collection & movement.     To be continued…    – Photography Crafted by Ryan...

over the weekend, vol. ii

By on Jun 26, 2015 in Worn Threads | 90 comments

#TGIF! & what a day it has been! i originally drafted this post a couple of days ago, unaware of the recent change in history until this morning. i awoke, & did my usual scrolling through my “daily newspapers” aka twitter & instagram (lol), soon realizing the world was a brighter place. the supreme court ruled same-sex couples have a right to marry in EVERY state, yes, every single one! woah! who could not have an amazing day after hearing such a thing?! unfortunately, the excitement i expressed due to this civil triumph was not shared by all peers, but as one of my wise subscribers stated, “losing a couple hundred followers by using the #lovewins hashtag is kind of like its own ‘weed out the hateful people’ app. i’m cool with that.” (: i couldn’t have said it better. anything carsey-affiliated is a hate free zone. it’s 2015. we don’t have time for that.     anyhow, since this is the last friday of the month, i figured it was appropriate to share the lovely activities i partook in during the first friday of this month, an all day artful affair taking place in downtown las vegas coined, none other than the obvious, “first friday”. it is an event primarily aimed at the “alternatives” & creatives of the town, along with their appreciators, showcasing current collections.     to be quite honest, june marked my first official attendance of first friday after several past failed attempts at enjoying the gathering due to losing parking wars. the surrounding parking options along the narrow one-way streets of downtown las vegas are randomly placed in tight-knit vacant lots, which are guarded by individuals who have no shame in charging upwards of $10, depending on location. after a certain hour, poor libby (my jeep), has absolutely no chance in competing with much smaller vehicles.     determined, i refused to be robbed of this experience my first weekend off after a recent schedule change at the 9-to-5, which is turning out to be a gift & a curse—weekends off are overrated, especially when you know of no one else with such a luxury & you must be up at 5 a.m. on sundays to go back to work. anyhow, i’m rambling… ha! determined not to be robbed of this experience once again, ryan & i arrived soon after 4 p.m. & ended up parking curbside at a meter about a mile away.     yes, somehow i was lucky enough to bribe ryan into going with me—he obviously secretly wanted to go as well, but never fesses up to such things—& classically, i put him to work in capturing rad shots of me, even though he was supposedly off duty. lol. what a great friend. thanks ry! of course, he complained & forced me to utilize my low quality iphone rather than the dslr, & only took the fifth, sixth, twenty-second, and twenty-forth images, yet the shots turned out pretty brilliant nonetheless, no? ;D     i was in awe of everything. my head nearly spun off of my neck as we turned each corner & it was more magnificent than the one prior. from the cuisine, to the collections, to the crowd, i felt as if i always belonged here. yet, i’m pretty sure it’s quite evident what i obsessed over the most: the street art, the artists who never show up to such events, although they are my favorites. i wore one of my old black ballet leotards & a pair of high-waisted shorts with studded pockets & vans, which turned out to be a tad bit cliché, yet i’d like to think i wore it best. lol. how has this lovely month been treating you all? pretty soon i’ll be blogging of my travels to miami! stay tuned for vol. iii! :D   until next weekend… ;D...

Garden Of My Mind, Pt. 2

By on Jun 6, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 66 comments

If I wasn’t so “high maintenance” with a deadly fear of insects, I may commit to a life more dedicated outdoors. Lately, I’ve been quite satisfied with sitting on the balcony listening to the birds chirping & admiring the greenery with Mac in lap as I attempt to exercise my intellect & be moderately productive.     To be honest, I’m mostly daydreaming. There are plenty of unresolved thoughts blossoming in my brain. My focus jumps from one topic to the next in a seemingly endless cycle. With each day, new seeds are planted as others sprout. My skull possesses a greenhouse I’m struggling to maintain.     I jot ideas down, trying to weed them out, hoping to discard some of the shrubbery from my psyche. Thousands of pale yellow post-its become vines of these rampant reasonings found within purses pockets, in the depths of drawers, under car seats, scattered across tables. & What’s the use of it all if I struggle to locate the illegible scribblings when in need?     For instance, this very post was outlined with clever words & phrases in relation to crops & harvests & ambitions & desires, yet the location of this blueprint is currently unknown. The thing about writing actively again is I never know when I’ll be struck with some epitome, & when I am hit, the words rush through my spirit in such a flash, I fear they must exist in the written form within seconds or else the prose will soon vanish.     P.S. Outfit details? Absolutely! They are surprisingly very practical. I snagged the hat from TJ Maxx a few years ago. I can never stand to spend too much on hair accessories that do not consist of snapbacks or some floral décor. Otherwise, I never wear the item. I could not live without these lenses. They’re non-prescription. I have nearly 20/20 vision, but I always feel as if I’m taken more seriously in them, especially when worn at work. lol. I’ve owned these babies for over two years, & guess where they’re from? Target! You know, one of those days I was looking for one thing & roamed into every section getting a bit out of hand. Worth it! Ha.     The cute studded earrings are by Guess. My darling scarf, the splash to the entire ensemble that you all have been raving of (myself included), is from a lovely boutique called Francesca’s. I was going to say local, but I believe the shops have expanded. It’s actually been a while since I’ve paid them a much deserved visit. The gorgeous, cozy white dress is of the Armani Exchange collection. Pretty positive the thread’s for winter, but I’ve been dying to wear it before we hit triple digits temperatures. At last, the grey & gum-bottom sneakers are by Vans. I’m still obsessed. lol. By the way, what are your summer plans? I’m actually looking forward to a bit of travelling this month. I’m sure you’ll see it here soon. In the meantime, please share. (: I’m always so envious of you alls’ world citizenships… even if you decide to stay home.    – Photography Crafted by Ryan Pidgeon –...

Garden Of My Mind, Pt. 1

By on May 28, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 72 comments

Life’s a wonder. I’m often awed by just how charming this town can be, especially when so much is flourishing around me in my own “backyard”. For a while, I assumed I was in need of an escape, yet I really did not have any place to go with the demands of my everyday life. My day to day was beginning to get a tad routine, & I sought some type of oomph. After the other weekend, I wanted to maintain the vivaciousness. Unfortunately, my days off (as if I have any.. lol) never seem to align with the general excitement my peers would partake in. Although, I even considered those activities to be quite plain. The unremarkable rotation of club-hopping without venue variety. My friends depend on such loyalty in fear of nights of disappointment. I was willing to take the risk; I want more diversity. Yet, my lack of self-control usually causes such a desire to become a dangerous feat. Curiosity & boredom easily lend themselves to trouble in this city of sin. At best, I merely observe, attempting to be cautious & conscious, taking in all that I am able.     Limited mobility, due to recent events, lended me no choice but to appreciate my immediate surroundings. Dancefloors were now exhausting. *sigh*. (Lately, I’ve used this as a handy excuse for time spent alone, mostly binging on Netflix! #sorrynotsorry. teehee.) One afternoon I found myself down a trail that was no longer so familiar. For the first time in these past couple of months, I was not filled with regret of not being able to enjoy the setting during my once usual daily jog a.k.a. “nature walk”. lol. I must stop being so bitter. Everything happens for a reason. Time will heal. How is it that I can pass something so spectacular each & every day, but not bother to show it the gratitude it deserves? These were my initial thoughts as my eyes opened up to presumably recent renovations in landscaping. You may not expect such things in a desert, but when it comes to lushness, Summerlin never disappoints, a primary reason I can’t seem to get away from this neighborhood.     The sights soon became torture, once my body caught up to my mind, & my restrictions became more & more apparent due to the combination of distance & temperature. I was not able to turn this day into an adventure with my habitual timeless wandering. Frustrated; I was not even a mile in. I started to overthink, worrying when I’ll stop feeling so defeated during such short strides. The weather was a bit gusty, as every photoshoot day seems to be—is this some curse? Ha. Though, how effortless are shots amidst a refreshing breeze. The mane did not seem to agree. As I always say, my hair blowing in the wind is way more important that neat edges or perf curls. There’s some form of freedom & relief in the cool air. I pushed my frustrations aside.     As always, my direction for this post was aimless, & luckily, everything flowed. I know I must stop depending on this. Then again, it always seems to work! My spirit was lifted by merely being within courtyards full of blossoming beds of flowers. Forever blending in with nature, I couldn’t help but presume it was meant to be. Mother Nature & I are pretty solid. She always has my back. lmao. I am forever grateful. My tree-hugger tendencies soon began to creep in. I couldn’t help but stop & admire the scene that was now foreign to me.   To be continued…    – Photography Crafted by Ryan...

over the weekend, vol. i

By on May 20, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 48 comments

not nearly often enough do i experience consecutive days of non-boredom, yet may has been somewhat of a dream. always serving as a time of renewal and reminiscing—mostly due to the fact that the month stands as my alumni anniversary (this year makes 3!!!)—i made an exerted effort to “put myself out there more” with bucket list in hand.     as you may very well notice, this post deviates from the norm with a bit less formality (aka amateur.. lmao); hence, lower case & my personal unedited #iphotograpy. lol. yet, i’ve been eager to begin some type of blogging series that is more practical & relatable in order to stay connected with you all on a more frequent basis. for the past few months, i’ve been doing so on tumblr, but *shhhhhh* you all are my favorite subscribers, just don’t’ tell the others. ha! so i do hope you enjoy! please share your thoughts & suggestions of any other activities you would be interested in seeing or that you believe i shall partake in as i’m a resident of sunny las vegas. (: btw, how cute is my outfit above?! max azria does it best with this greyish-taupe sequins bodycon skirt paired with a cheetah-sleeved black tee snagged from windsor last year! plus, my hair was being cooperative for once! teehee. (;     on friday, my brother & i skipped our way to the brooklyn bowl at the linq all giddy & anxious to see little dragon! they were kicking off their u.s. tour here in las vegas! lucky us! such things seem to be a rarity aside from celebrity djs in the nightclubs & dayclubs; therefore, we were sure to be there bright & early, a bit after 7 p.m. (that’s las vegas early… lol) when the doors opened. the show was due to begin at 8 p.m. with… *drumroll* none other than… sango as the opening act! can you say perfect?! we definitely hit the jackpot! sango served as a delicious appetizer before the scrumptious main course as he hyped the atmosphere with his soulful electronic beats keeping the crowd swaying. i mostly enjoyed his level of interaction. he did not have too much of a pre-set playlist, he would often converse with the audience to get a feel of the vibes they desired. a dash of 90s r&b did the trick!     soon enough, sango’s set was over. *tear*. i wanted more, especially since little dragon was announced to be jetlagged & over half an hour late. but, in this time, my brother & i exchanged our critiques of the venue + performance & other fans surrounding us joined it. it was magical! i made new friends for once! yes! ha. i just hope we all stay in contact aside from #insta. anywho, the moment had arrived! the band members gave their last minute tweaks to their instruments and yuki entered the stage! the audience roared, & we all forgot about the wait as we experienced the most electrical high seemingly hopping on their uplifting musical rocket throwing our deuces to earth! he. my gosh, the energy was compelling & almost overwhelming. little dragon is sort of “indie”, & i did not realize the room was soon packed in the hundreds–a huge difference from the scattered few during those first hours! i was in my own cozy universe hopping & twirling as i envied yuki’s canny lyrics & effortless “dancing in the mirror like no one’s watching” moves. she’s my idol. srsly! once we all returned back to lame planet earth after an additional instrumental performance granted by the band members as well as an encore of three supplemental songs once the audience cheered & begged for more five minutes straight after their set, my brother & i frowned upon the outside world parting ways as we obsessively relived the experience via text nearly pulling an all-nighter as if we both did not have work the following day.     on saturday, i attended the grand opening of tide dry cleaners right here in summerlin! i was contacted by a lovely representiative of the company to participate in a giveaway for myself & my followers to review their new service! you all may have noticed it on my IG & FB. with two of my most precious marciano & bcbg garments in hand, i bid them adieu trusting tide with their safe return. i was more than impressed once my beloved silky threads were ready & looking brand spanking new! i also received a procter & gamble goodie bag including personal hygeiene items, detergent, & a $10 gift card for future service! i will definitely rely on tide dry cleaners to take care of more of my designer goods in the future. :D     on sunday, i travelled to wet republic, or shall i say the republic of tiesto, as i soberly shimmied a bit with visiting friends before work on a cloudy early afternoon. it was actually my first time attending this dayclub—getting on the guest list was a month long headache—& i was relieved to see guests grooving in the water! i know, you might be thinking… well, obvi… it’s pool party! yet, you would be surprised how much of daylife is full of stuck-up sunbathing wallflowers whom often glance at you in their shades & act as if they’re...

…Go Left! Pt. 2

By on Apr 21, 2015 in Style Philosophy, Worn Threads | 85 comments

With that being said, I wanted to dig deeper into such social issues, as the injustices Winston printed on his custom merchandise, when I stumbled upon his story, & became ever more inspired.     “Not just another creative; one that has technical dexterity, thinks differently & gets involved with organisations & gives back to communities, one that is passionate about real life issues & communicates this through his ethos!…With a colourful background that includes a 7 year adversity of homelessness (July 2003 – February 2010), working with the public sector, volunteering & youth work. Naturally talented with clever and witty wordplay, on many occasions forging words of his own, resulting in a combination of great visual communication. Graduating at Middlesex University in the class of 2000 with BA Honors in Visual Communication Design , Win’s mission is to leave a legacy of difference; breaking down barriers & tearing away stigmas, to alter what we’ve been forced to accept as the truth, to re-educate and open people’s minds to alternative ways of thinking, to challenge the initial judgements/preconceptions of people.”     As the saying goes, “if it does not go right, go left!” In life, there is always an alternative. & Winston possessed one of those histories that leave you in awe & really cause you to consider what you have been doing with your existence. He is but one man, & if he is able to create something out of nothing who’s to say we are not capable as well? Yet, as I observe my peers on the daily basis, I realize a major issue lies in beliefs. After all, how can you stand for something if you do not even know what you have faith in or what you’re willing to fight for? I often joke of my quarter-life crisis at this age, as serious as I may be, because I tend to have a way with dabbing a bit of lightheartedness on everything since I feel as if there is so much negativity that surrounds me already. As my vacation begins today, after four failed attempts of trying to momentarily escape Las Vegas by any means possible, I recognize I’m not exactly sure in what direction my life is going. Well, I suppose I should rephrase: I’m aware of the direction, up, I’m just not so sure of too much beyond that fact… with all of the recent changes that have occurred these past few weeks.     For a long while, I had my life set, almost as an itinerary, listing out all of the things I hoped for, all that I looked forward to, personally & professionally, yet as I sit here halfway through the age I wish to complete all of these tasks I have barely begun, I wonder whether or not it’s all going to fall into place… & when? Doubt is crippling. Personally, it causes my procrastination to skyrocket because I’m unsure of the worth of my efforts, & I constantly feel as if I’m sacrificing these precious youthful years striving for what’s unclear.     I was recently involved in an automobile accident, & there was a night where the pain was so unbearable sleep did not seem like an option; therefore, classically, I made the mistake of web surfing & scrolling thorough WebMD remembering a horrifying tale a colleage shared with me earlier that day of a man that seemed perfectly fine after an accident then suddenly dropped dead! Why she would share this, who knows. Sometimes I question my peers’ sense of humor, although she gave an air of seriousness. lol.     As I skimmed through, I stumbled across an article completely unrelated to what I was looking for, but possibly a gift from above. The topic was mindfulness. I have never given this subject the attention it deserves, but basically it’s all about letting go of the daily stresses & pressures in life to enjoy the here & now. I found comfort in these words because although I did not know where this journey would take me, I was present. Post-accident I did have a momentary “Through The Wire” moment, yet I was ready to commit myself to some type of drastic change to make the most of what I possessed at this time.     I have been a workaholic for quite some time now, partially finding an escape in productivity & not always realizing daily sacrifices in effect of doing so. I have not been the best at enjoying the people around me, my mind is always wandering on to the next thing that needs to be done. The following morning at my chiropractic appointment, the thoughts must have still been creeping in the back of my mind because something came over me. I did not look at life the same anymore. Everything felt so real, too real. I craved to do the things I once thought of as an inconvenience, a nuisance. Look up from the screen, breathe the air, look around. I felt this seclusion, yet openness to all that was around me. & I thought… everything’s going to be okay. (:     P.S. That was kind of deep, I know.. But, outfit details? lol. My pleasure. On this particular day I was in search of a new pair of sneakers for the summer since my beloved Superga’s were falling...

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