Category: Creativity

Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair

posted 7th April 2012    Written by: Cassie    CATEGORY: All Posts, Cassie, Creativity, Quarterlife Crisis

There’s something romantic about trudging around San Francisco in the rain, soaked to the bone, cold and lost with a quickly dying phone.  Old Cassie would have been scared to death.  Old Cassie wouldn’t have taken this spontaneous trip in the first place- especially alone.  But there I was.  Walking around in the rain, taking it all in stride and without being the least bit scared.

So let’s rewind.  Seven days earlier, I was out for a morning walk in my neighborhood when I stumbled upon a crack in the walkway.  It was in the shape of a heart.  I have this friend back in Chicago who spots hearts in obscure places with ease- whether it’s a spill of milk, or a blister on her foot, she will find it.  I knew she would love this and I try to practice letting people know when I am thinking about them.  So I took a photo with my phone and sent it to her!

She loved it.  I knew she would.  We continued to text back and forth for a good part of the day.  We hadn’t spoken in quite a few months.  She told me that her boyfriend and she were coming to California in a week’s time but unfortunately they wouldn’t be able to make it to my neck of the woods, further south.  Without even blinking, I replied, “No way! That’s awesome! Of course, I’ll come see you!”

It felt like a natural response… they are coming half way across the States after all.  I could at least go half way across one.

I decided to go with the cheapest mode of transportation, which was bus.  To make the most of my time, I would leave LA two hours after I got off of work Thursday night and be in San Francisco 11am the next morning- a close to 10 hr trip.  Returning agenda would be 4pm the following day, spending one glorious night with my friends and returning to LA by 2am totaling about 30 hours in the city.

 

The question I kept asking myself and struggling with was “How can I justify spending this money and losing comfortable sleep on a mere 30 hours in a city?”  I thought about this off and on while I bought my tickets- and once I finally (and oddly confidently) pressed the “Purchase Tickets” button, there was no turning back.  I was excited about my decision!

I filled my Fanboy and Chum Chum backpack with a clean pair of underwear, a pair of pants to sleep in, notebook, “How to Train Your Dragon” by Cressida Cowell, watercolor moleskin, watercolors, almonds, phone charger, toothpaste, toothbrush, and an ink pen.

The bus was packed and incredibly uncomfortable!  Luckily my seat mate didn’t speak a lick of English but found me really comfortable.  I woke up to him lying on my shoulder with his arm across my leg, snoring.  He woke up to me looking concerned out the window holding my backpack tightly.  He apologized in Spanish, and I spoke what little I knew to let him know that it was okay.  I tried saying “It happens. Do not worry.” but I think I may have said “If we don’t shoot the dog, the president will.”  Parting was such sweet sorrow when he got off in Fresno.  Incidentally, it was then I realized how cold the bus was!  I missed my cowboy hat wearing Mexican heater a little…

 

Upon arriving in San Fran, I was tired.  I had no clue where my friends were staying.  My phone was wet and dying quickly.  I finally got directions from an off-duty bus driver who was smoking barely outside the doors of his bus to keep out of the rain but to at least try not to break rules.  I found the bus and took it!  Though, I ended up getting off at a street I needed to be on to find out that the bus was going the same way… and on top of it, it was up a few of those steep hills San Francisco is so famous for.  (Though my thighs totally felt the love when a full inch dropped once I got home!)

My friends had bunk beds in their hotel room so I got to sleep in a real bed that night!  But… it was worse than a hostel.  There were shared showers and bathrooms- but no toilet paper and what appeared to be a glory hole right in front of the women’s toilet.  In our room, there was a leak and a mucky smell.  The curtain on the window was a sheet nailed to the wall with a red stain that we dramatically describe as “probably blood”.  The hallways reeked of weed.  Sure, the place was cheap- but we were also pretty sure bed bugs were going to eat us in one swift gulp.  We definitely looked in and out of all of the bed clothes!  Originally we slept on top of them but it got soooo cold, we eventually gave in and took the dive to sleeping under them.  The next day they switched hotels.  I was relieved.  I hated the thought of them staying there once I left.

Guinness on St. Patrick’s Day beside Jack Kerouac Alley.  Book browsing at City Lights.  Great food.  Great beer.  A lot of food and beer!  I even got to bust out my watercolor moleskin and take my cheap watercolors for a ride (see photos attached).  I am so new to watercolor that I just played for the fun of it instead of worrying if it would be a masterpiece.  My friends actually wanted to take a photo of the one I did of them!  Instead, I wanted to give it to them- I didn’t think for a moment they would like it to begin with.  And there was walking- so much walking! My legs were frozen and the color blue from the rain rinsing the dye from my jeans.  I saw a woman changing through a window- we didn’t realize we signed up for dinner and a show!

We took a cab at one point with a very left wing personality.  When he found out we were from “My Kind of Town”, he told us how much he disliked Frank Sinatra but yet kept quoting his song lyrics.  He told us he, too, was from the Midwest.  I asked him why he made the move to San Fran as he had been there 33 years now.  He said because they have acupuncture.  Curious!  I have heard of making a move for one’s health but specifically for something so progressive as it must have been years ago is one I haven’t heard.  Then I realized there is a TON I haven’t heard.

It’s all just waiting out there in the world from me to hear.  I have never felt so free or so unafraid as I did during this trip.  Well, aside from being afraid I was going to die in the hotel- and even then I was pretty excited to find out!

This is what I want my life to be.  Full of uncertainty and excitement!  It truly was a wonderful adventure and I can’t wait for the next one.

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Let Me Fly With My Beaded-Paper Wings

posted 6th April 2012    Written by: Camila    CATEGORY: All Posts, Camila, Creativity, Inspiration, Job/Career/Work, Season 6, Travel, Travel/Adventure

Multicolored telephone wire woven into baskets, 18-inch eagles crafted from recycled newspaper,  old steel drums cut and shaped into beautiful mermaids. I adore how simple materials, odds and ends that some people deem garbage can  be morphed into beautiful forms of art.

When I was living in Hartford, CT as an AmeriCorps member I was certainly lacking in what most people deem necessities. I didn’t have a real bed, nor a table or chair, but I did have books, and I did have art. I had small masks from Santo Domingo by my windows, paintings and giant collages created by my half-blind grandfather decorating my walls, and a tiled-metal-work mirror from Mexico adorning my “night table”.

Thinking about it, both of my parents place a high value on art. They took my siblings and me to museums in nearly every place we went, bought paintings from local artists, and we always had a plethora of sketchbooks, colored pencils, paint, beads, and other craft supplies to entertain our minds’ latest creative endeavor. There is so much I appreciate about this. Without a doubt it’s a value that I would like to pass on to Geoffrey’s and my future children and it is unquestionably part of why I want to go to graduate school to study…folk art. That’s right, I want to go on in school to get a PhD for doing research on 1) the use of recycled materials in folk art and 2) the way women’s art cooperatives create financial opportunities and may help prevent issues of violence against women.

Deep breath. Yep. Oh folk art how you make me swoon.

Last May, I went to visit my amazing, go-getter of a friend who was working at a health clinic in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. I knew I would be spending some time with her but I also knew I had to visit some artisans in Haiti. Since I was still an AmeriCorps member and knew I’d have a while  before returning to school I figured I might as well get a head start and conduct some independent research while there and see if this was indeed what I wanted to dedicate several years of my life to doing.

That solidified it.

One afternoon, my friend and I journeyed to Croix-de-Bouquets, a neighborhood in Port-au-Prince of metal-workers. Walking through the dusty streets, men worked outside pounding out steel to shape into gorgeous wall-pieces. As we walked by, artisans beckoned us to enter their homes, to see what they had created. I was in love and perfectly content having my eyes scan the walls looking at tree-of-life after tree-of-life, roosters, elephants, people carrying baskets of fruit, profiles of women with hair spiraling out into the wind. Gasp, this was exactly what I wanted to do! What was preventing me from choosing this as a career path, especially when it was something that I loved?

Another day I rode with my new friend on his moto-taxi to visit a women’s cooperative that created flip-flops, wallets, and bags from old chip bags and the woven plastic from bags of oranges. That was an interesting visit as most of what I learned, do to my inability to speak Kreyol, came through hand motions and observation.

A third trip out into the city took me to The Apparent Project, a compound where men and women rolled strips of boxes and paper into spherical beads to thread into gorgeous jewelry.

The innovation of ideas birthing art, the impact of art cooperatives on an individual’s or a family’s financial sustainability, the way that something can be created from nothing- all of these fascinate me and are precisely the reasons that of all the graduate programs I could choose, this is what I need to study.

Just a couple of weeks ago, I was researching schools in Portland, Oregon where my fiance and I are moving after our wedding. For a long time, I didn’t know if I should look into sociology, anthropology, or women’s studies. They’ve all been programs I’ve been considering but I never knew exactly which one I should pick.  I mean, each one has it’s pros and cons. Then I found it. An hour away in Eugene, if I apply, and I’m accepted, I can go for a Masters and a Doctorate in Folk Lore. What could be more perfect then that?!? Then of course there’s the question of what countries would I want to focus on? What questions would I want to ask? How could I go back to school and also be a doula/midwife? And of course, there’s the question that keeps popping up and I keep pushing aside… the question of what would I do next? Would I become a professor? Would I start or work for an NGO? I don’t even know. Perhaps that’s just another question for another time.

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A Gratitude Cupcake with Love Flavored Frosting

posted 4th April 2012    Written by: Jill    CATEGORY: All Posts, Creativity, Inspiration, Jill, Life Lesson, Love/Relationships, Quarterlife Crisis, Season 6

If growing up in the Midwest taught me anything, it’s manners.  Take your shoes off at the front door; always address adults as Mr. and Mrs.; say “please” and “thank you.”

“Thank you” is a big one.

Fun fact: I used to say “thank you” to my hands at night before I went to sleep.  Then, I would say “thank you” to my feet so they wouldn’t feel left out.  Seriously.  I was five!  They did things all day!  And I had impeccable manners!

Bring on a vengeful growth spurt and an ambitious overbite, and those body manners get hidden behind a killer case of teen angst and insecurity.

Welp, I’m not an insecure, angst-ridden teen anymore (or, um, at least not a teen), and sometimes life comes full circle.  So, I’d like to say “thank you” again – to the whole kit-n-kaboodle this time.

Without further ado, a thank you note:

 

To my body,

You, my dear, are a pitch perfect combination of elaborate jigsaw puzzle and fridge worthy artwork, sprinkled with fairy dust and sunspots.  You have your good days and your bad days, but you’re always exclusively mine.

Thank you for waking up in the morning, going to sleep at night, and everything in between.

Thank you for committing to that half marathon.  Yeah, you were holding firm onto that freshman-15 due to a rock steady love of pizza and beer, but you never felt stronger than you did right after crossing the finish line.  You made me realize the superiority of feeling great over looking great.

Thank you for loving to nap topless.

Thank you for that piercing gut feeling you give me whenever something is wrong, and whenever something is right.  I still can’t explain why it was so important for me to full on sprint to my car that one night, or why God him/herself couldn’t talk me out of taking so many quantitative biology classes as a liberal arts major.  You, gut feeling, lead me to those decisions.  I am inexplicably confident that choices like these shaped, and continue to shape, my life in ways I’ll never know.

Thank you for giant morning shits.

Thank you for being picky about the people with whom you are intimate.  Whenever I become determined to live up my slutty twenties, your defense mechanisms kick in.  You make it so that sleeping with a stranger is like trying to fuck a hot stove.  It makes the times I do have sex so much more satisfying.

On that note, thank you for orgasms.  I’d also like to send a special shout-out to whoever invented the clitoris.

Thank you for cooperating with my love for animals/the environment and feeling like a superstar when I eat vegetarian, or vegan, or whatever level of PETA I’m feeling that day.

Thank you, eyelashes, for catching my sweat (any Regina fans?).

Thank you for my awkward phase.  Oh, boy, did I hate you at that time.  Looking back, I can graciously acknowledge that those ugly duckling years were the best thing that could have happened.  It forced me to develop a personality, and to shut out superficial thoughts about other people.

I suppose now is as good of time as any to submit a formal apology for shaving your eyebrows before Homecoming.  Forgive and forget?

Mostly, thank you for sticking with me, even when I scrutinize everything about you.  You, Body, are the best friend a girl could ask for.

I promise to send you more love notes in the form of long runs and chocolate cake.  I promise to stand up straighter.  I promise to appreciate your unique beauty, and to be a loving spouse in this marriage between body and soul.

Exclusively yours,

Jill

 

 

photo credit: shut up holli☮

 

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The Blessing and Curse of a To-Do List

posted 31st March 2012    Written by: Cassie    CATEGORY: All Posts, Cassie, Creativity, Quarterlife Crisis

 

To Do List I feel I may have been vague in my past posts about my actual goals and where I currently am in my journey.  Not that everything I said isn’t valid, but to keep from being vulnerable, I am often incredibly vague (one of many aspects I am working to improve- starting with this post).

I love lists.  I love to-do lists.  I love to do those to-do lists.  I love how narrow the columns can get and how many sheets of paper I can fill with my dreams, goals, and ideas.  I love how wide they can get when I break my list formation into a spontaneous brainstorm in fragmented sentence.  I love, love, love it!

And then it sits there.  This huge list of things I want to get done in ONE week.  It’s so intimidating.  Therefore, I make a to-do list for next week to ignore the things I want to get done this week.

When that’s done, I realize I won’t be able to do those things until I get my current one finished.  So I begin.

 

Here is an example from a year ago of my list:

ART

Ice Sculptor Short Animated Film

            Redesign Character

                        3 Point Turn Around

                        Action poses

            Draft Backgrounds

            Paint Backgrounds

            Color keys

Gondola Short Animated Film

            Character Concept Brainstorm

            Write as Short Story

                        Adapt to Screenplay

                        Thumbnails

                        Storyboards

Lady Lows Web Comic

            Rips man arm off she’s so excited to see him then goes out to find him a new arm.

                        Write this.  Then board it.

 

WRITING

Firecracker!

            Write blog post about climate of Women on stage during 2010

                        The battle of wearing skirts when the stage is higher than patron’s tables

                        Bicycle shorts?  Or be okay with them may be seeing underwear?

Modern Family Spec Script

            Research- watch Ssn 1 and Ssn 2- Take notes

            Note cards to work on structure

           Begin Writing

           Submit to NBC Writing Op.

                        Also, Bio, Resume, and Statement of Purpose

 

LIFE (OPTIONAL)

Laundry

 

You can really see where my priorities lie.  Out of this entire list, I did get my Modern Family Spec written and submitted.  I ended up illustrating the comic but not during this specific week.  Everything else on this list did not get done and is actually still on my bigger to-do list where I have no specific deadline.  (Well, laundry happened when I could no longer post pone it and finally walked my butt to the bank to get quarters and some exercise.)

At the end of these weeks, I look at everything I didn’t get to and become down, wondering why I thought I could ever be so prolific.  On a list of 25 things, I did get 10 done, but it doesn’t matter because I didn’t finish the entire list.  I’m learning to stop thinking that way.  Who is going to slap my wrists when I don’t finish these things?  Nobody!  I have realized that if I finish one thing off of my list, that is ONE beautiful thing that I have done!  Also if I take a lazy day, it is not the end of the world.

For awhile, I was a slave to these lists, to my dreams, and the things I wanted to get done.  Now, I have learned to enjoy them more so- some days it’s a stretch!  But really, why do something, if you don’t enjoy it.

I’ve also found that my work feels empty as I live and create from my small world that I hardly ever venture out of.  What is art but to capture the sense of the world?!  Art is the representation of life and I have not been living for fun but rather to fill a portfolio and build a resume.  My reality is a fun improv game with guy and a girl on stage debating whether they should have Chinese food and then pulling a piece of paper out of their pocket from an audience suggestion of what the next line of dialogue should be that was meant for the girl to have but since the boy got that piece of paper, he is now the pregnant one and doesn’t want MSGs to harm the baby.   While studying improv in Chicago, someone told me the benefits of leaving the community to gather experiences to bring back to the stage.  Most students do something every single night, whether its an improv class, improv show, improv jam- they want to be on SNL so bad that they immerse themselves in the craft but end up caricaturing the already caricatured life events that they see on stage.  I’m also guilty of this.  Most of the skits I wrote were so out there with nothing to ground them in reality.

I want to go out and explore new things, new emotions.  I mean, how can you write about love if you have never felt it?  How can you write about betrayal if you have never felt it?  How can you write about life if you have shelter yourself from living?!

I often judge myself before anyone else has the chance to do it.  This way, I already know what they’re about to say, and it won’t be a big surprise.  Then I can just take it like a woman, and fix the problems.  But who is to say that these are problems?  Problems with structure, plot devices, design ticks, of course, there can be those kinds of problems.  But, is my view of the world a problem?  Is the way I walk sideways when I’m trying to cross a big crowd a problem?  It works for Frogger, why can’t it work for me?  Is it the right way?  Is it the wrong way?  Is there really a wrong way?

I read this manual on life.  Is it the end all be all guide to life?  I thought it was.  Everything it told me went over my head.  What is the Stock Market?  Do I have to be on Wall Street to use it?  How are pads less sanitary than tampons? Are Ipads less sanitary than tampons?  Why does it make guys weird to hear about my period?  Am I wrong to talk about it?  I thought I was just being honest- not to mention helpful for the fertility chart I’m expecting him to be keeping.

There is no manual on life.  And to be vulnerable here, I didn’t finish reading the one above.  I hit a section on finance and COD’s then went straight back to reading “A Study in Scarlet”.  I think we each have to write our own manual- and not necessarily write, but figure out exactly what makes us happy, what makes us tick and thrive.  I need and want more of that!  That’s the stuff that makes me happy.  Judging myself often leaves me feeling inadequate.  Comparing my work to others, again, makes me feel worthless.  Sharing my thoughts, ideas, and creative endeavors really makes my heart bleed rainbows.

I am 24 years old.  I have written and performed Sketch Comedy, improvised, stage managed, prop designed, set designed for store front theatres, received a BA in Film & Video, co-wrote/directed/produced an independent feature film (that I still have to finish editing), interned at Nickelodeon Animation, worked at Disneyland as a Cashier keeping my eye on the goal of moving over to an Artist position in the parks (which I did achieve, yay!- though I often thank my stars as this might be a fluke…) I have worked hard for the opportunities that I have had so far and have said yes to things that I wasn’t completely ready to take on.  I’ve also been super guilty of taking on WAY too many things at once, but now know, first hand, how quality is affected when I do this.  A life lesson I wouldn’t have learned if I had not done it- again, feeling guilty but now I know.

That’s quite a bit, though, right?  I feel like I’m behind- but again, who or what I am running behind?  I am the keeper of my timeline and I will only continue getting better at the things that I do.

Right now, I work part time as an Artist barely paying bills.  I want to start selling art and am working on finishing some proper illustrations.  I also want to finish writing my YA novel, illustrate the cover, and make it available as an E-book.  I’ve just started to gallery some art this year (the images on this post were for my first contribution to a show!) and I am excited to continue.  Also, my friend and I have decided to table at a convention later this year- which will help me network with other artists and be inspired.

These things I am hoping will give me a passive source of income- a base for which I can create more and maybe have it grow into a small business- which is also one of my dreams!  It would be amazing to be able to work from anywhere in the world.  If I could find a way to do it through using my talents, please have the AED ready because my heart may go into failure.

I know it’s possible but I have to really buckle down and do it, but not ignore that there is life outside my bedroom door.  Finding that balance is what I’m searching for.

Through the support of the tribe and the reassurance that I’m not a slave to my ticking watch like the White Rabbit, I’m hoping to achieve all the things above in the next five months but most importantly put myself first above my To-Do list.  I know these goals are possible, but I have to really buckle down, not judge myself, and just let the creativity flow without ignoring the life waiting for me outside my bedroom door.

Tomorrow morning, I am waking up at 8am to continue training for a marathon (been on it for a week!)  The training is for couch potatoes to become marathon runners- but because I get intimidated with physical fitness- I’m going to start with a walkathon but still try my best to work towards a marathon!  One step at a time.

The most amazing thing I have realized this week is that taking time for myself- to take that jog around the neighborhood, go to the gym, and to take that shower and even shave my legs-  I have LESS time but yet I get MORE done with clarity and ease.  It’s the most bizarre thing and sometimes I feel it makes no sense, but really, it’s completely logical.  Bloods ‘a pumping and my noggins turned on high.

You.  Yes, you!  Reading this right now.  Please hold me accountable, call me out on my bull shit and on my excuses.  Apparently, I have a hard time believing that I am worth my own attention.

 

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So World, Are You Ready to Conspire With Me?

posted 30th March 2012    Written by: Camila    CATEGORY: All Posts, Camila, Creativity, Events, Job/Career/Work, Money, Season 6

The most riveting and terrifying aspect of my life is that I never know what to expect next.

Six months ago my job with AmeriCorps ended and I transitioned to working with the organization I was with part-time; I began working as a barista at a coffee shop I respected for their sustainable business practices; and I was teaching a class at UCONN on Creative Democracy and Community Building.

Three months ago I become engaged; found out I lost my part-time non-profit job; and finished my super awesome teaching gig at UCONN.

Now, I’m working full time in the coffee business and sitting in limbo-land awaiting my next step.

Apparently I can’t figure out how to manage my time effectively. I tend to have this problem. The time I did best in college was when I was taking seven classes, reading a book for entertainment each week, and working to pay rent. Everything I did fell right into an appropriate time frame because it had to not because I had ample time to accomplish everything. Right now, I’m at the point where I’m paralyzed with all the crap I have to do and I don’t even know where to begin.

In fact, there’s a little recorder that plays over and over in my head each day:

Dear Camila just so you know you have to plan your wedding, take the GREs, start working on your blog, keep in touch with friends, clean your apartment, cook dinner, pay the bills, call your brother, hand wash some clothes…

and the list goes on.

This my friends is where you come in. I’ve found in the past that when I have folks checking in on my progress and holding me accountable then I’m waaaaayyyyy more likely to follow through with my intentions. Or, put in a more eloquent way in the words of my favorite author, Paulo Coelho,

“…when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you achieve it.”

If I pronounce wholeheartedly what I aspire to achieve in these next five months, work just as fervently to accomplish them, and have the support of other lovely ladies, then I’m confident that they will become tangible and not just meandering thoughts.

That being said, here’s what I’m pronouncing as my foci for the next five months:

1) Writing

I have always loved twisting words together to create poetry and stories. The first poem I ever wrote was about an owl. I have it somewhere, the little words typed up on a typewriter and cut out into a bizarre shape. Being that the only time I had frequent access to typewriters was when I was at the American School for the Deaf, I probably wrote the poem in Kindergarten. At age nine I wrote songs with my brother and friend Mia. Some of them were ridiculous “Lanza lanza in your panza, footsie wootsie in your tootsie” while others were a little better “I must go away from my land, go and march with that awful band. They’re mean and cruel and awful here, please oh please help me dear.” As of late though, I have not been that great about keeping up with my writing. No, I’ve been neglecting a craft I love. Writing on Stratejoy will certainly help me, but in the next five months I would also like to

a) start writing on my blog again at least once a week

and

b) draft poems for a poetry book. The theme of “loteria” a.k.a. Mexican Bingo has always fascinated me and I find the images that are a part of the game intriguing and beautiful.  This would be the premise for the book I would like to create.

2) Organization

People make two frequent assumptions about me. One is that I’m quiet (this assumption is true until I get to know you), the other is that I am an organized neat-freak. Ha, HAHAHAH, Ha ha. Lies. I’m incredibly messy which drives my family and fiance mad. I leave remnants of my existence wherever I go (don’t worry, I’m not like this in the homes of strangers). I am however somewhat organized in my chaos. I have lists of books I want to read on a Google Doc. I have specific notebooks for specific purposes. I like to wash dishes. However, I still suck at paying bills. I don’t always know where I keep my keys, and I often “wing it” without knowing the details of how I’m going to get things done. This has resulted in spending the night at Starbucks/Union Station; having nightmares that my wedding is next week and I’ve done barely any planning; and having my internet and phone disconnected. As such, here’s what I’ve got in mind:

a) create a financial plan. I would like to know when I need to pay what bills, how much I’m making and figure out how I’m going to make it through  the summer with a limited budget.

b) create an educational plan. In 2013 I yearn to go back to graduate school as well as become trained as a doula/midwife. I’ve been out of school way too long for my liking. I want to look up graduate schools in the Northwest, programs for doulas/midwives, and prepare to take the GREs..

c) plan and execute a phenomenal wedding: I need the nightmares to cease. I need to get a handle on this wedding since it is in less than five months and I don’t even have a wedding dress yet. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Even thinking about it makes me nervous. I love planning and I’m incredibly excited for Geoffrey and I to marry, I just feel like I’m so far behind.

There you have it, just small components of my infinite dreams that never cease to expand and fluctuate. I set them forth into the world and ask for you to conspire with me to fulfill these little puzzle pieces of life that I have trouble fitting together and bringing into reality. Now it’s time to let the progress begin.

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