Ring Envy

I bought myself a Christmas present. Do I feel guilty about it? Well....I did a little bit until my husband bought himself a Garmin and a new Xbox. And a puppy. And is thinking about trading his motorcycle. Yeah. I don't feel guilty anymore. We are not made of money, but apparently the hubby doesn't know that. Anyway. On with my story.

I bought myself a ring from Huismus on Etsy. And a few days before Christmas, this beautiful package showed up in my mailbox!

Complete with shiny paper and a tiny black box; Simone had also included three gorgeous tags to use on gifts. I am a sucker for presentation, and the presentation of this gift was perfect. Tiny handmade confetti spotted the inside of the box, which (of course) held this most amazing ring!

I am in love with it! It is everything I was hoping for and more. The craftsmanship is beautiful. Its wide band and large face feel warm against my finger. It's comfortable. And the big chunk of creek jasper is........it's hard to find words. Let's just say it speaks to me.

Look at it! Like a beautiful painting that I hang on my hand. The colors. The patterns. The metal. I am so glad that I splurged on this ring. I have a feeling it will be with me for many many years. (I also have a feeling that it may not be my last purchase from Huismus.) I highly recommend Simone's work if you are in the market for some new jewelry. Check her out.

I have other random news to share with you guys later. I don't want to muddy up the ring envy. One thing at a time. ;)

Merry Christmas

Before we all go off to the land of endless sugar and tinsel, I just wanted to send a great big hug to every single one of you. You have no idea how often I think of you. No, really! I consider you my friends and acquaintances and I think of you often. Blogging has become very special to me since I started several years ago. Whenever I start to feel like there is no good left in this world, most often it is your blogs and sweet comments that revive my faith humanity. And I need that.

I had to share this tattooed Santa with you because I absolutely love it! I wish I could credit the original artist, but my links just take me so far. This is exactly how I would like to imagine Santa. Maybe a retired sailor. Maybe owns a motorcycle. Has a beer with his elves when he gets home from delivering gifts. I can just see him grab a kid up and grind his knuckles into their mop of hair. What do they call that? A noogie? Regardless. I would say that he is a no nonsense kind of guy, with a soft spot for puppies and cookies. This is my kind of Santa.

Well, until the hustle and bustle subside, I'll be wishing all of you a very Merry Christmas.

Tis' the Season

So, dolls......how is your week going so far?

More than the fact that it's almost Christmas (two more days!), I am really trying to take in the fact that it's almost 2012!!! Seriously?

Although I have somehow managed to feel like I have a accomplished a few things this year, I still have more things that I want to work towards. One of those things is to be more true to myself. Since I was in high school I have had a little note hanging on my pin board that says "To Thine Own Self Be True". It is, hands down, one of my very favorite quotes in the whole entire world. But as simple as it sounds, being true to yourself is honestly quite a challenge. Do you agree?

As much as I would like to believe the fairy tale ideal that love brings out the best in us, in reality we all tend to sacrifice parts of our being for the sake of relationships. I'm sure that we all hate to admit it, but take a second to think about it. Relationships, and life in general, have a way of chipping away at our true identities. For example...... there have been many times that I have thought "Oh. I can't wear that. The hub would think I'm out of my head." Or "I would love to cut my hair like this, but my dad would completely dis-own me."

I don't want to define my life by someone else's standards. I want to be the strange, random, creative person that God made me to be. And if I end up stepping on a few toes along the way, or if my husband thinks I'm a complete loon, then so be it.

Tis' the season to let your light shine, darlings. Even if that light happens to be a strobe.


*bad ass pic from here.

One Week Left.

Due mainly to the fact that the hubby took the puppy to work with him a few days last week, all of these......

are now in these!
I made thirteen pairs of these fabric button earrings. Most of them are made from vintage fabric from my Nanny Ruby's stash. Now they are all wrapped up and ready to be gifted to the ladies of the family and a few friends.

What you are seeing right here is the extent of my Christmas decorating. Well.... this and a big vase full of glittery ornaments. But I'm cool with it. This house is starting to feel pretty crowded as it is. Adding a big ol' Christmas tree wouldn't help matters.

Remember the simplification post? Well, I decided to try to use up some of my wrapping supplies this year. I have a massive collection of ribbons and such. I almost always use plain brown craft paper to wrap my gifts and then get creative with the embellishments. I still need to narrow it down, though.

Well, loves....... there's only one week left before Christmas. Are you ready for it? Here's to a peaceful week, full of joy and love. May we avoid rushing and fussing and enjoy the last bit of 2011. Hugs to you all.

Lack Thereof

Wanna hear something ridiculous?
I haven't put my Christmas tree up. What's worse? I don't really plan on putting it up. Does this make me a bad person?

I've been dealing with bouts of depression lately. Lots of crying for no apparent reason. No desire to do anything at all. A short fuse and an even shorter attention span.

It's been quite a while since I have had to deal with any serious depression. I had been doing so good for so long. And, honestly, I am managing to hold it together quite well. Thank God this isn't as bad as it has been in the past. But after not seeing this side of myself for so long, it has been quite disturbing to have to face it yet again.

Although I am doing better, bit by bit, I still do not have the slightest interest in getting things all gussied up for the holidays. So, I'm just wondering........ am I the only one? Have any of you ever skipped the whole Christmas tree, sparkly lights, decoration thing? Actually, depression issues aside, am I the only one who dreads having to put the tree up every year? It's such a monumental task and I hate doing it. Usually I find it worth the effort to sit and stare at the lights, but not this year. What about you? Do you enjoy the task? Be totally honest with me. I want to know.


*from here.

Soul Sharing ~ Simple

I've never been one for making resolutions; but regardless of what title you give them, sometimes changes need to be made in our lives. Recently I have been noticing a shift in my own actions towards simplifying. I have always been good to keep my possessions thinned out and not hold on to things that I don't use or love. But, as is usually the case, there are always those exceptions to the rule.

I got to thinking about this subject when reading an old magazine clipping I had that talked about having a signature color of wrapping paper. How simple would that make gift giving? Choose a paper and ribbon color combo and stick to it. That would sure beat my bin full of rolls of paper and baskets jammed with tangled ribbons. But gift wrap is only the beginning. I also noticed that I had already started to simplify other things in my life without even being aware that I was doing it.

I love bath and body products and I buy them recklessly. I keep an average of 8-10 different lotions and regularly cycle through all sorts of makeup and face creams. But what's the point? I am now on a mission to find what works best for me and stick to it. I have discovered that Aveeno lotion does wonders on my skin and will make it my lotion of choice from now on. No more masses of scents and tubes of potions past their prime. And I am working on the rest of my beauty stash along the way.

I also have a tad bit of an addiction to magazines. But after years and years of being an avid magazine subscriber, I am finding less and less to be excited about in many of the publications that frequent my mailbox. I have been letting the lesser of the subscriptions lapse in an attempt to only receive magazines that I truly enjoy and that I feel enrich my life in some way. (even if it's just feeding me beautiful fashion.)

Just think. How many times do we let these sort of things clutter up our lives? How many blogs are on your feed that you don't even look at? How many perfumes are on your dresser that you never use? How often do you buy something with good intentions, but never actually get around to?

It may not be a resolution, but I am hoping that simplifying becomes a regular part of my life and who I am. Not only does it reduce clutter, decrease wastefulness, and make things run smoother; it actually clears up a little more space in your mind, too. And that is something I am sure we could all use.


*photos from here, here, and here.

Hello Again

What? It's Saturday?
I've hardly even noticed. It hasn't seemed like a Saturday to me.
I am stuck in this house with a whiny puppy. He won't shut up. I let him out...he whines. I let him in...he whines. I play with him...he whines. I set down...he whines. The husband is at drill with the army. Usually I get to unload the pup on him when he gets home, but it's nearly 7 pm and he is still not here.

All I really wanted for Christmas was a massage or a ring from Rosy Revolver. I am not a stable enough person to be a pack leader for such an energetic puppy. This just reaffirms the fact that I don't want children.

Now. Stare at those pretty flowers and feel better.
Over and out, till the next time folks.
Happy weekend.

*via here.

Meet Gus.

This, my friends, is Gus.

Gus is our four month old German Shorthaired Pointer. He's a gorgeous boy with a solid liver colored coat and a white blaze down his chest. We went and got him over the weekend; so now he's part of our family.

This was not my idea. Let me make this clear. My husband is the one who has been looking at dogs for months on end, hoping to run across the right one. And Gus happened to be the right one. So.......this is our "Christmas present" to eachother. (even though I wasn't quite as excited about getting another dog as the hub was.) I am not totally proficient at taking care of myself, much less an energetic puppy. And the process of trying to housebreak him......dear Lord! Gus has become my full-time job. The hub goes off to work and I spend the day trying to figure out when this little guy wants to poop and pee.

I will say that he is a very smart dog (thank God), and that he is quite obedient already. But there is only so many times you can clean pee up off of your floor before you hit your breaking point. I am reading Cesar's Way by Cesar Millan right now and we also have a training book specific to GSPs, but anyone who can offer any tips on housebreaking would be a lifesaver. Gus is such a good dog; I don't want to ruin his opportunity to be a well trained, well adjusted member of our pack. I am getting some massive practice in patience.

So now you know what I have been up to. It's hard to think about blogging (or anything else for that matter) with a puppy in the house. A piece of jewelry would have been so much easier to take care of! Haha.

I'll be back with some more posts soon. I have a few subjects that I am eager to talk about.
xoxo

Happy Thanksgiving...

to all of my American friends. To the rest of you......happy Thursday!

I'm off to make some Au Gratin Potatoes and spend the rest of the day eating. (but not too much)

A Picture = A Thousand Words

I settled on this photo this morning on the Sartorialist.
My first thought was that this guy with the random hair and head to toe black is adorable. Someone interesting, for sure.
But then I noticed that he was drawing and that his art is woven into the fence beside him.

Now, I am left feeling a little bit outed. Like the person who walks in at the end of a story. I want to see the real picture. The art. What is the guy drawing? What has he already drawn?

I'm curious.
A picture may be worth a thousand words, but sometimes that just isn't enough.

It Has Been Done......

All prices over $35.00 have been reduced by at least $10.00 in the shop.

Just putting it out there.

Clean Up

I'm in the mood to do some cleaning.
I have that unstoppable urge to get rid of things. I think this happens every year around this time. It must be my brain's way of simplifying things before the holidays. Regardless of what it is, I need to clean up!

I think it's about time to have a big ol' sale over at the shop. I am sick and tired of looking at all this stuff. I want some peeps to take this loot home with them! This is my goal for the week, friends. Put everything in the shop on SALE! It may take a few days....but this is the plan.

Thanks for tuning in. I'll catch up with you again this week, I hope. ;)

*pic

Life Gets in the Way

I had finally found my sweet spot for working out. I had figured out the right combination of cardio and strength training, with some yoga worked in. I was on a roll. Feeling great. Looking stronger than I had in forever. I looked forward to my workouts.

And then.....

I had to take ten days worth of high powered antibiotics whose side affects included risk of tendon rupture. Yes. Tendon rupture. My body ached like I had been beaten with a baseball bat. I could feel tendons and connective tissues that I had never even thought about. No working out for over a week! Actually, it's been close to two weeks now. My body is still hurting. And the risk still remains up to a month after the antibiotics have been finished.

But I intend to work slowly back to the place I was before. That happy place where working out was a reward for the day. Where lacing up my cross trainers makes me smile.
Slowly but surely. It just sucks to be sidelined right when you feel at the top of your game, doesn't it? But at least I am able to get back in there. Thank God for that.


*On an unrelated note....I am gonna try to answer some of your comments within the comment sections. I don't have a ton of comments, so I think this will work. So, if you ask me a question or something in my comments, check back......I will try to answer you.

Hugs and Sunshine to all of you. =)

*oh yes. and I think you can figure out where the pic above came from. it's marked right on it!

The Case For Black

Recently, I chose to paint the kitchen in a house that we are working on black. All of the guys that I work with thought that I was crazy. They asked over and over if I was lying about my color choice. That is, until I actually painted it. But once the paint was on the walls, they all loved it!

It seems odd that there are so many perfect examples of how beautiful and sophisticated black walls can be, yet there are still so many people who cringe at the idea. The very week that I painted the kitchen, my mom got a new House Beautiful magazine that was just crawling with gorgeous black walls.

Even painting only one wall black brings something special to a room. Don't you think? It just looks so black-tie and classy.

Do any of you have black walls in your home?


*photos from here, here, and here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

There are a few more strands of silver in my hair.
There are a few more lines around my eyes and mouth.
But I am proud to say that I turn 31 today.

Age has never really scared me. I am not one to try to hide mine. Instead, I announce it loud and clear for all to know. I mean, honestly, it has taken me 31 years and 9 months to get to this point in my life. Why would I try to downplay that accomplishment? Maybe I haven't achieved everything that I hoped I would by now. Maybe I have made and continue to make many mistakes with my time here on earth. But I have lived and breathed the air of this world for 11,315 days. I have been right here...... enjoying the good times, gritting my teeth through the bad times, and trying to foster hope for even more positive experiences in the future. God has blessed me with 31 years of life and counting. May I never be ashamed of my age, for it is a gift.



*photo from here.

In the Great Big Scheme of Things.....

Do you know what happens when you think too much about the future?
Huh? Do ya?
You stop living in the present. That's what.

This past week has been a great big massive pain for my husband and I and it was all caused by my unshakable habit of trying to work out my future before I get there. It's a terrible way of thinking that I have had since I was much younger. I'm not talking about the healthy habit of setting goals and having ambitions. No. I am talking about obsessing over "what ifs.....".

What if this were to happen? What would I do?

Having a backup plan isn't such a bad thing. But when one gets a little too preoccupied with that backup plan.................well. Thinking too much about the future has a way of totally screwing up the present. We are only meant to live one day at a time. And who is to say how we will handle any given situation if it were presented to us?

Ever since I was young, I always thought that "planning ahead" was a wise idea. I would automatically start thinking about how I would handle the break-up as soon as I started dating someone new. I would consider my alternate route in the case of losing a job. I would imagine every possible way that a friendship may fall apart, and then map out my defense for getting through the pain. It's downright obsessive.

But what good does it do?

In the great big scheme of things, does obsessing over the future ever really help when something bad happens? I don't think so.
Breaking up will still hurt. Changing jobs will always be stressful. Losing friends will break your heart.

I always thought that I was saving myself pain by being prepared for it. But I was wrong. All I was ever doing was neglecting my present situations and placing unneeded stress on them. It took a really hard blow for me to see this. But my eyes are wide open now. I may never be able to completely let go of my habit. But from now on I would like to think that God will give me the strength and wisdom to do what needs to be done, no matter what kind of bridge I have to cross. But I'll worry about that bridge when I get there, and no sooner.



* pic from here.

Just Something to Think About....

Big ass birds.
Big ass birds have always simultaneously fascinated and scared the shit out of me.
But I would love to check this thing out in it's deceased state.
Even though I have always been told not to mess with dead birds because they have mites.
Morbid?
Maybe.


*thought for the day brought to you by this place.

Friday Pool Party!!!

Have you noticed that I'm doing good to get one post a week around here?
What do you mean, that's all you've ever expected from me?!?
Okay. Okay. This actually makes two this week, smarty pants.

Anyway. I couldn't help but throw in a pool party. This pic is breaking my heart wide open. As much as I love autumn, I don't really like my feet being cold. I'm pretty sure that I would be warm as sunshine lounging there on those pillows.

I'd love to stick around a bit, but it's time to go workout. Gotta keep the blood pumping in order to keep the toes toasty.

Happy weekend, darlings!


*pic from here via here.

Hometown Tourists

The Hubs and I spent our Saturday pretending to be tourists in our own backyard. There are so many pretty places to see where we live. So many sights. So many hikes. So many waterfalls and vistas and mountaintops. We all take field trips to these places when we are small, but it's easy to forget about them when we are actually old enough to appreciate them. We take it for granted and overlook the things that tourists flock to see every year.

We drove to Mt. Mitchell, which is the highest peak east of the Mississippi, via the Blue Ridge Parkway. While there, we hiked a loop that smelled so strongly of spruce trees that we sniffed and grinned the entire time. After stopping at every overlook on our way back, we decided to hike down to Crabtree Falls. A nice long hike on very rocky trails. I would like to thank whoever it was who blazed these trails and built stone staircases and retainer walls and bridges and benches. And I'd like to thank God for making the things that are worth the effort to see.

So if I get behind you on the road during tourist season and you are driving ridiculously slow, I will probably cuss you a bit under my breath. But truly, I can't blame you one bit. My big backyard of the Blue Ridge Mountains is one spectacular sight to see.



*all photos are my own.

Soul Sharing

I am a crier. True story.
I wasn't always a crier. No. Quite the opposite, actually. I was stoic. I could hold back emotion like nobodies business.
But there is something interesting about having depression. You see, you either learn to let your emotions flow so you can deal with them......or, you hold them inside and let them eat at you.

I remember sitting in church as a child and feeling such raw emotion roiling inside of me. I would be on the brink of tears and, yet, I would hold them back like they were wild beasts waiting to eat everyone in my path. But it was always there. The emotion. Those tears. They were always there. When a song moved me. When a movie tugged at my heart-strings. When a harsh word was thrown my way. When a flock of birds flew over my head and I could feel the pounding of their wings in my own heart. Those tears. They glassed over my eyes and pooled at the edges, waiting for permission to fall.
But, no. I would tilt my head back and take a deep breath and blink wide so the air would dry them before they escaped.

Then something happened. I lost control of the beasts. Like a den full of hungry wild dogs, they would attack me. They would come with no warning. They poured from my eyes for no reason at all. Nothing would trigger them. And they would drop at the most inopportune times.

I had lost the leash.

You see.... that's the thing about tears. They don't actually dry up. The only way that you can really make them go away is to let them fall. Otherwise, they just gather in the deepest part of your heart. And the longer they stay down there...the longer you keep them stifled and chained, the wilder they get. The more they yearn to be freed.

Let them out. Trust me.
Let them out before they eat your heart.
Your tears are hungry. Feed them air.


*photo from here.

Hugs

In need of a warm embrace.......


*all these images from this beautifully explicit (there's your warning) pinboard.

Flowers For Friday

Just thought I would share a few pics with you. Some pretty pink, indoor blooms. And the hub and myself before going out for a friends birthday. FYI: It's hard to give a guy with thick, curly hair a fauxhawk. But I still like it.

Hope you have good things planned for this weekend.
Hugs and Sunshine to all of you. XOXO

It's Almost......

October, people! It's right around the corner.
And I'm feeling very much like this pooch. I want nothing more than to curl up on my couch and take a nice, cozy nap.

Autumn always brings about a major push/pull in my emotions and energy level. I find myself wanting to sit and relax and enjoy every little thing. But, at the same time, I can't seem to calm myself long enough to do so. I laid out of work this past Friday, hoping to have some alone time at home. Instead, I worked ten times harder than I normally do at "work". I dug up what seemed like a ton of hosta and daylilies and cut a huge section of forsythia down to the nub. It was a hell of a job. Those forsythia were as big as ornamental trees! It took a set of hedge clippers and a hacksaw. ..... Then, on Sunday, I did a major overhaul of my living room. Rearranged furniture. Cleaned. Weeded out the unwanted items. I've been going non-stop. And it all caught up with me this morning, when I couldn't hardly give myself a good enough reason for getting out of the bed.

This is a problem, folks. And, apparently, I am not the only one who noticed. My Yoga Journal magazine came in the mail the other day and there is an article inside about the benefits of doing a fall detox. It's the perfect time to slow yourself down from the fast pace of summer and get yourself in order mentally. Not only that, but it's also the perfect time to reinforce your immune system and be prepared to fight off the inevitable viruses of winter. I'm seriously thinking about dedicating a week and following their sage advice. You can check it out for yourself right here. { I should also add that this is not the kind of detox that normally pops into peoples heads at the mention of the word. }

September is usually one of my very favorite months of the year. I can't believe that it's almost over already. This has not been a normal September for me. Maybe taking some time to slow down and take care of myself will help me enjoy the remainder of my favorite season. ~

On a completely unrelated note: I piled all of the plants that I dug up beside the road and put up a sign that declared them "FREE" to whomever wanted to pick them up. A friend of mine told me that this method would not work because people have some sort of thing about freebies. And, to be honest with you, I agreed. But I tried it anyway. And guess what! It worked. Within a few days, every single one of those plants (and trust me, there was a massive pile) were taken. So.....to my friend of little faith. You were wrong. ;)


*pic from here.

Fly By

Just dropping in to say hello.
I know I've been M.I.A. for quite some time now.
Got a lot on my mind, but don't want to talk about any of it at the moment.
Hugs and sunshine to all of you.
You know I love you, right?



*pic found on Pinterest.

Picture Perfect

I have never wanted to be a celebrity. Never craved fame and fortune.
But you have to admit that there are certain privileges that would be quite nice. Like the ability to buy the best designer clothes and accessories. Or the best of the best of vacations.

But there is one thing in particular that the rich and famous have that makes me a jealous. And that is....... great photographs of themselves. Is that a vain thing to want? I mean, honestly, haven't you ever wished that you had someone photographing you that would make you look your best? And a crew following you around to make sure your hair/makeup/clothing was perfect? Wouldn't it be awesome to have beautiful, artistic pictures of you and yours?

I know there are plenty of amazing photographers out there who are ready and willing to take gorgeous shots of regular people. But every time I come across a stunning photo shoot in a magazine, I can't help but get a little bit green with envy. I can't help it. I want to put on Alexander McQueen and have my picture made.



*photo from here. Thanks, Sarah!

Mirror Image

I have.
You know, there's a lot we don't see about ourselves.
I have always hoped that I could have a friend who was honest enough and blatant enough with me to tell me what my shortcomings are. I have wished for someone to point out when I do something stupid, or selfish, or hurtful. To tell me if there is something about my personality that may offend others. Or, sometimes, just to tell me to shut the hell up.
But friends like that are nearly non-existent.
I think to meet myself and be able to see myself from someone else's point of view could be some of the best insight that I could ever ask for. To see, for myself, what others really see.

However....
Being able to see our own flaws would not be the only benefit.
We would also be able to see the good that people see in us that maybe we overlook. Maybe when someone tells us that we are beautiful/smart/funny/etc., we don't quite believe them. Are you guilty of that, too? But if we could see ourselves through that other persons eyes, maybe we wouldn't be so judgmental of ourselves. Maybe we could believe that they were telling the truth.

Just something to think about. ;)



*Thanks, Jen, for always posting the greatest quotes and words of wisdom over on Bits of Truth. You rock.

The Ending

I am sitting here eating what will more than likely be my last strawberry salad for this year. Trying to savor the flavor of the berries, I'm afraid I'll forget what they taste like by the time December rolls around. I already can't make it past 6 p.m. without putting a jacket on. The air is sharp and clean. The heaviness of heat no longer hangs in the evenings. There is no haze. No humidity. Just crystal clear skies and the brightest, fluffy clouds floating in the blue.

Pool Party Fridays just don't seem to fit the bill anymore. It would have to be a heated pool for me to take that jump. But I still attempt to grasp at the last precious moments of summer. Like a good dream that you hope you can re-start if you go back to sleep quick enough.

I hope to see more of you this week. I have lots of things in my head to talk about, but not enough time to work through them and put them into a post. But I am trying. Here's to a new week. A round of Hugs and Sunshine for everyone!

*from pinterest.

Weather Report

The fact that I am sitting at my kitchen table with the door open and my legs are cold does not make me happy. It reminds me that cold weather is just waiting its turn. And I greatly prefer warm weather over cold. But, hey. What you gonna do about it?
I'll tell you what you're gonna do! You're gonna buy a cozy new sweater, finish the cape that you are making, and look up what leather you want to order. Oh, wait! That's what I'm gonna do.

But before all that, you are going to lust over these kick ass looks from Andrew Marc.



Let's not dwell on the fact that I couldn't afford one of the buttons off of one of these jackets. One can dream, right?

Check out all the hotness on the Andrew Marc website.

Just to Say Hello

Hello Friends.
I thought I should probably stop by and let you guys know what the heck I have been up to for the last little bit. Obviously, not blogging. So here's what I have been doing.

Painting. A whole lot of painting. And as you can see from the pic above, there has been some ceiling painting involved. My brother has been doing a remodel job and I am, of course, the painter. I don't think that needs any further explanation.

Yard work. I had been needing to dead-head my dahlias for a few weeks now. They are still going strong and throwing out the prettiest pink blooms. But there was something stopping me.

This girl, to be exact.....
who had built a huge web from one end of my dahlias to the other. She is quite an odd little creature. I had never seen one like her before. But today I had had enough. I wanted her out of my flowers. So now she is sealed up in a glass jar just awaiting her fate.

That's about it.
Doesn't sound like enough to keep me from blogging, does it?
But it has been. Working. Doing chores around the house. Keeping doctor appointments. I've been slightly distracted. And it may continue to be this way for a few more weeks. Maybe not. You just never know with me.

Until later..........
xoxo ~Jo~ xoxo

True Story

"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what
everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror,
the person who shows you everything that is holding you back,
the person who brings you to your own attention
so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably
the most important person you'll ever meet,
because they tear down your walls and smack you awake.
A soul mate's purpose is to shake you up,
tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles
and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in,
make you so out of control that you have to transform your life...."

Elizabeth Gilbert