As little as one month ago, I was scrambling to find a place to call home. It got down to the wire people, meaning I was down to one week and zero prospects. I began contemplating leaving the State, and plenty of other nonsense.
I began to pray fervently, asking God specifically for what I wanted in a dwelling, I then proceeded to hand this heavy burden over to Him to carry. I’m simply not built for heavy lifting, besides, He says we are to do both…cast our burdens on Him and simply ask for what we want. “You have not because you ask not. ” No, God’s not a genie, however, when our will lines up with His will for us…It is done!
Pardon the hiatus, however, if you’ve ever moved you most likely understand the stress involved even when everything falls neatly into place. In my case I had been looking for a good two months…nothing. I know better than to give into anxiety, and had to continuously remind myself to breath, and keep it together. I found myself on the verge of a panic attack on a couple of occasions, until I let it go and reconciled with the fact I wouldn’t be homeless, in the event I didn’t find a place by my move-out date. It seems the moment I took on this attitude I found the perfect, restored vintage place, in the heart of Los Angeles! Everything was confirmed yesterday, I move next Saturday, I’ll be posting something fashion…or beauty soon;))
Yay, I’m moving on up toward my destination! xo
I haven’t blogged in a while, and I feel it. Blogging is cathartic for me, this is one of the main reasons I do it. Anyway, a short hiatus was needed. Life was happening, intensely, right before my very eyes, and I’ve been thinking a lot about it…how people come and go like a vapour, (some you thought would stay for a lifetime others you may have known would be seasonal), my mortality, how things are rarely what they appear, unexpected circumstances, the valleys, the peaks, letting go…life. Today I had no desire to blog about beauty or fashion, neither means much in the big scheme…
It’s only one day lovelies, I think…hmmmm. Not to fret, I’m pretty sure I’m still obsessed. Did you see the Marc Jacobs show?! Reed Krakoff?! Comme Des Garçons???!?!? See? Clearly I’m still a work in progress…I digress.
Life is good, but really, it’s all just one big illusion; it feels like a game at times. TRY…to smile like crazy everyday, laugh constantly until you’re rolled over, love people…and I mean the UNLOVABLE, think positively and be yourself…seriously, be yourself. No matter what dramas unfold before you, try to remember ‘this too shall pass,’ the other option is to allow them to have you contemplating jumping off a short pier; when they’re only tests in the first place. I know, could I possibly be anymore cliche? Who have I become?!?! I suppose clichés are this for a reason…Oh, and of course, a great skincare regimen, loads of water, plenty of sleep and maybe one fabulous piece from fashion week wouldn’t hurt…even during the valley moments, you’ll want to look your best.
In all seriousness, In the end, you’ll either be loved or not, can’t please them all. I know without a shadow of doubt God loves us more than we are able to comprehend; no matter our blunders, and He will NEVER relinquish it. Don’t be too hard on yourself if you miss the mark, we all do, keep it moving. It all boils down to unconditional, agape love. Translation: “Love me as I am, I’ll do the same in return…of course, if this doesn’t work for you, we’ll have it your way… I still love you though.” Let’s purpose to love ourselves and one another through all of our junk, we’ve all got at least a spackling. No need to be so deep and melodramatic over situations we can’t control no matter how we try forcing it, this is so last year…no, the year before…is it simply a charade?
Thank you for allowing me to pontificate…stay tuned for a fun-filled fashion or beauty post for the next one, lol.
So 2015 is here, and I exclaim the same thing every year, “This is going to be the best year yet!” and each year has it’s fair share of ups and downs, nonetheless, some areas surely could be deemed the best.
Well, this year has started out with quite a bang for me, and I mean the challenging variety of bangs. I found out I have been the victim of Identity Theft, and am in the throes of dealing with all the aggravation associated, went in for my routine teeth cleaning today and ended up having a major unexpected procedure, I’m already exhausted from working well over a 40 hour work week! As a result, the start of the new year has consisted of plenty of isolation on my part, peppered with a slight ‘funk’ to accompany it.
What’s happening, this really isn’t what I intended to post?! I was supposed to be posting photographs of my fabulous new Rabens Saloner pieces I added to my wardrobe just yesterday in preparation for spring/summer, rave about the many ways I’d rock them and share the brilliance of the creator, Birgitte Raben Olrik, of Copenhagen, Denmark. An amazing woman with a loving spirit and an eye for breath-taking textiles…stay tuned, for tomorrow’s post, I won’t disappoint.
Anyway, I began to find myself being drawn into a ‘pity party’ for one, and it was definitely on the verge of becoming a full-fledged all-nighter. Have you ever thought everyone’s marriage, children, boyfriend, job, etc. seem so perfect, according to their social media posts, in comparison to yours? Of course, I’m not intimating we all venture to the opposite extreme, and go about depressing one another, however, I suppose it would be reassuring to know there’s someone else out there feeling the challenges life sometimes serves up. Well, here I am! As I fantasized about escalating my ‘pity party’ to an all out rave, I received a timely message from an unlikely duo, Nas & Damien Marley…
I realize what we all know, which is everyone has peaks and valleys in life, and this won’t change. We truly need both for our growth and maturity. The valleys refine us while the peaks help us to remain in a posture of gratitude. I’ve so much to be grateful…I’m able to stop and truly smell the roses, I love my jobs despite exhaustion at times, have amazing family and friends who make me belly laugh on a consistent basis, food in the fridge, clothing in the closet, a car, roof over my head…I could go on and on. Enough of these first world problems, everything is going to be alright, I truly do count my blessings…life is good.