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the life + times of andi. a self-proclaimed coffee/valor/animal/plant/travel addict living in a location where the air hurts my face.

Tag: truth

March 6, 2019March 6, 2019

fuck perfect.

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let’s be friends.

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adulting + working for yourself means you need to do whatever you need to do to hold yourself accountable. it means sometimes on a lazy Sunday, you get to work instead of cashing in on that laziness. it means mondays are never dreaded. instead, they are full of hope + excitement + all of the unknowns which are equal parts amazing/scary. it means you get to put your to do list on a giant chalkboard door if you want to. I prefer to choose gratefulness for the things that I need to do. lots of times they suck, but it’s better than the alternative. being an adult means ‘picking up dog poop’ ̶h̶a̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ gets to go on your to do list.

this week has been a doozy. ghosted by one guy, another cancelled our date because he had a bad day + now he’s pouting that I’m not rushing to see him, got pulled over for running a red light which I’m 100% guilty of and now I have a ticket on my clean(ish) record. to top it off, I can’t stop sneezing. diffusing my favorite combo to help the sneezing + calm my annoyed ass down. anybody know of an oil combo that works to bring some good men my way? 😜✨🖤

sometimes when I get into these deep-thinking-soul-searching rants, I doubt who actually reads them. I often times second guess even posting them for fear of people thinking I’m nuts. that I’ve gone bat shit crazy in my thirty-third year of life. well friends, it’s true. I’ve gone mad. I am losing my shit + I could not be happier. I decided a while ago that the reward is greater than the risk. I left my shits at the door a couple years ago. I post these words not for the masses to swoon over, but for the one person that reads them + gets something valuable from them. for the one girl that feels her soul light up because it feels like I’m talking directly to her (I am). for the guy reading that doesn’t click like for fear of what someone might think if they see he read these self-help rants, but reads (and takes it to heart) anyway. one day, he too will stop doing things (or not doing things) for fear of what others might think. I can’t, I don’t have the time. time is something we all have the same amount of. despite where you live, what your life dynamics look like, how many offspring you have, what color your skin is, or how much (or little) money is in your bank account at this very second - we all have twenty four hours each day. how you choose to spend your time, is exactly how your life is going to pan out. if you’ve found yourself saying “I can’t, I don’t have the time”, I politely call bullshit on that answer. it’s not that you don’t HAVE the time - it’s that you choose to spend your time doing other things. how many of us can’t find the time to read that awesome new book everyone is raving about, but spends at least an hour a night “unwinding” with mindless television, or better yet, aimlessly scrolling social media, wondering how so-and-so’s life is so fucking glamorous? that thing that’s been pecking at your heart for a little while now? you haven’t started it because you haven’t arranged your time to make it happen. it’s not that the time isn’t there - it definitely is. it’s that the time you do have is sucked up by other things that have taken priority. you feel that little twitch in your soul right now? ....(continued in comments)...

it’s the freakin’ weekend. -frankincense b.

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