The beauty is in the journey

Many of us spend our lives planning our happy ending, and to be completely honest I, for one, believe in them. I believe in the power of love and in destiny. I believe in white horses, and prince charming, and happily ever after's in beautiful granite floored castles. I believe in finding the dream job- the one that doesn't feel like a job but like a cherry on-top of your rockin' life.

However, how much time do we spend looking for that special someone? In search of our happy ending. How many tears cried over not-so-happy-endings do we shed? How many sleepless nights do we hang out in our backyard looking at the blank gray sky thinking about how lonely we are?

After much thought and meditation over the progress of my quiet Sunday, I've come to the realization that we will all get our happy endings... we're gonna get what we want- exactly what we want. We're going to get married, we're going to have babies, we're going to land the perfect job, and we're going to buy those Louboutins (yes we are... yes we friggin are). So why not enjoy the journey? Why not let that little smile unfold itself even in the worst of times? Why not be glad we're crying, we're feeling, we're living. WE. ARE. LIVING. The beauty is in the journey AND in the end... so we shouldn't depreciate what we have right now. That way, when we get our happy ending we have absolutely no regrets and we know we've lived without them.

A summer unthought of

I must admit that I thought this summer would be all about making memories of us- late nights of endless conversations under the stars; singing along to our favorite classics; defeats and victories in childish games; warm touches; fingers interwined; you, me and the road.

I never thought that it'd be filled with emptiness, loneliness and a whole lot of plain old "missing you"-that countless nights of reruns would drag on through my vice-filled nights.

I guess every lonely moment serves the sole purpose of finding oneself... and God knows that I can be a handful to myself...but I didn't want to spend the summer doing quite that. I never thought I'd spend my summer waiting for it to be over...

I'm so happy for all your blessings... you deserve each one of them... but I hadn't cried for such a happy reason in such a long time.

"Do you think he's still out there...Lorenzo?" "Yeah..."

I had the most dramatic weekend ever. I went home and got sent back. I drank too little and felt it too much. Both my sisters received bad news and I must admit that I think I'm more heartbroken than they are.

It's a feeling that sinks deep into your gut. The kind that you know there's no true reason for; the kind one likes to blame on hormonal imbalances or pms. It's neither, it's just ... it hurts when people around you suffer with things that you truly believe in.

Today I watched Letters to Juliet....


We all have a Lorenzo Bartollini in our lives... whether he's a guy, a dream, or an attainable goal. It's just a matter of wanting it, and putting everything that stands in your way aside and not waiting 50 years to find him.

We all deserve a chance at love, a chance to be in love and a chance to be loved.

We all deserve more than a "win win" situation...

We deserve to be happy; to be complete; to be fulfilled; to be us... to be who we are supposed to be; to be who and what we were put on this planet for... otherwise: what's the point?