We all take ourselves very seriously. Too seriously.
Tomorrow’s my birthday *Dec. 29th*, and it’s always been really fascinating and fitting to me that it’s right between Christmas and New Years.
It’s almost time for Christmas. It’s almost time to sit around and have laughs with family.
It was a friend’s birthday party. A party where you’re supposed to bring an appetizer to share with everyone.
“Individuality is not an end in itself; it is something that must enter into fructifying contact with the world, and in so doing must lose its separateness. An individuality which is kept in a glass case withers, whereas one that is freely expended in human contacts becomes enriched.” – Bertrand Russell
Don’t worry, I haven’t been to an asylum or lost the love of my life *Splendor in the Grass reference not withstanding*
Let’s be honest. Many of you who are online a lot have probably heard of Essena O’Neill and how she quit her instagram modelling account and came clean about the back deals with companies to promote brands.
Boots and a dress – other than jeans and a cute top – are a no fail outfit. They go together perfectly. And just like anything else in my life, I don’t like things to be too sweet; so, the sweetness of a cute dress is toughened up a little by boots. Not cute little pumps or sweet Mary Janes. But boots.
Boots that look like they can take you places. That recall cowboy boots, or riding boots. Something that looks like they can take you on a multitude of adventures.
Because I may be wearing a pretty dress, but I can roll in a field, or climb a tree, or get into shenanigans at a moments notice.
Cold.
But the wind was blowing, and the lake was speaking.
Everywhere change was in the air.
There’s a celebration of life in this dying of the summer.
The realization that all things must end, change, and be born again.
Nothing remains the same.
I adore the endless possibilities. I embrace the freedom.
Who will I be tomorrow?























