Mercury

In accordance with my intent to find new music this year, I bought a Spotify membership a few months ago to easily access all them tunes. It's also given me the opportunity to check out older favorites' newer albums...it's seriously been YEARS since I caught up with some of these artists. One of them being Ryan O'Neal's one-man band Sleeping at Last.

Grey's Anatomy has put his stuff in the spotlight a ton lately, which is probably great for him but always kinda sucks for listeners who like to secretly cherish their music without it being sold into the slave trade of mass media. He seems to be relatively low-key still. There is hope.

The last few days I have been enchanted by his newest album Atlas, full of songs titled by planet and ocean names, lyrics full of wrestling and wonder, music full of strings and piano. I always find the music I need in the seasons I need them. It's a blessing I always try to be aware of and intentional with.

We're all in-process. I bet you anything you'd listen through this album and find a song that sings your current season, rain or shine. Probably a few, even. Ryan has a gift.

I recently had a breakthrough experience in seeing myself, an incredible "light bulb" moment where some of the most hurtful patterns I've willingly put myself through were finally visible to me. I've been a different person in really important ways since then. I've never, EVER, felt more at peace with myself. But again, we're all in-process, and working through this new realization will take time and effort. It addresses fears that are weaved into some of my earliest hurts and memories. It confronts lies I have operated out of my whole life. My whole life. Cloaked in the guises of courage and vulnerability, what I thought was good has actually been eating me alive. An entire inventory check has to be done to my thoughts and values, catching the foxes that have lived in the vineyard and ruined the harvest time and time again. I want to do this work so badly.

But if humans are anything, they are resistant to change.

Enter this Atlas album, and Ryan's music about this very idea of processing our connections and our purpose. I've clung to one particular song of his as a prayer through this new work, called Mercury. It says in a few verses what I have trouble saying with an unlimited amount of space. Check out the music for yourself, and give these lyrics a read to get your feet wet.

Rows of houses, sound asleep

Only street lights notice me

I am desperate if nothing else

In a holding pattern to find myself

I talk in circles, I talk in circles

I watch for signals, for a clue

How to feel different

How to feel new

Like science fiction bending truth

No one can unring this bell

Unsound this alarm

Unbreak my heart new

God knows I am dissonance

Waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune

I'll go anywhere You want

Anywhere You want

Anywhere You want me

I know the further I go, the harder I try

Only keeps my eyes closed

Somehow I've fallen in love

With this middle ground

At the cost of my soul

And I know if I stepped aside

Released the controls

You would open my eyes

That somehow, all of this mess

Is just an attempt to know

The worth of my life

Made of precious metals, precious metals

Precious metals inside

I'll go anywhere You want me

Just Keep Your Head Above

A few weeks ago, I was encouraged to write about grief. I can't say I am an expert, or that I have deeper experiences than anyone else I can think of (in fact, the majority of people in my life have had deep losses), but I feel pulled to express my experience on this platform. Not so much the grief, but what healing has looked like for me. I think healing is always the same process, always the same dance, no matter what has knocked us down. This is what that dance looks like for me. I'll warn you now, it's frank in nature, and therefore explicit.

Funnily enough, my mantra in healing and persevering for the last six years or so is Jack's Mannequin's "Swim". I don't care for the band, to be honest, but that song hits me right where I need a strong voice inside of me when my heart wants to throw in the towel. Andrew wrote it while battling cancer, legitimately fighting for his life.

That's what healing is. A fight for your life.

But you aren't fighting the grief. You aren't trying to beat it; you need it for that very fight. You're trying to beat the feeling of dread that always follows. The "what could possibly come after this?". The "who the hell am I after this?" Maybe, if it's deep enough, even the "who the hell are YOU, God, after this? I don't think my worst enemy would've done this to me, let alone You."

I can think of my deepest grief easily. Witnessing the loss of "Sybil", written about >>here<< for therapeutic purposes. I absolutely suffered from post-traumatic stress from that day, and externalizing that experience into a blog post did more for my healing than I can say. But it wasn't just that day I had to grieve, but also my previous relationships with Sybil's parents and grandparents - my friends and my employers. I stayed in Phoenix about ten months after that day before moving to Portland, and I lived in their grief nearly every day working with them. Most attempts to reconnect and reestablish a relationship were ripped apart by the ongoing grief. We couldn't reach each other, and we were probably the best-suited supporters for each other being that we were all leveled by the same wrecking ball. It turns out November 9th had only been Day One of the loss.

It took a year for me to be ready to fight for my life again.

Coming in at a close second for deepest grievances would have to be losing the best friend I ever had. He also happened to be a serious boyfriend of mine, but that's genuinely beside the point. The real loss in our teenager-induced break-up was the Friend of Friends he was for me and won't ever be again. He was my #1 fan, even when I was in the wrong. He loved me with Christ's love, he saw me through God's eyes. He loved more than our personal interactions, he loved my entire existence. He had a way of speaking into my soul that goes unmatched to this day. His very existence spoke into my soul, because I also saw him through God's eyes. He was deeper than my friend; he was my human. My truest companion. And we had a wonderful four years together that have shaped to this day the person typing to you now. I have a feeling it was a glimpse of how we were all meant to feel connected, and how that connection will feel on the other side of eternity. I am grateful for the time I was given.

That one is an ongoing grief for me, as years pass and I always feel slightly disconnected from others. The last few years, however, I've been ready to fight for connection again. And not uncomfortable with the idea that it will be a fight, thanks to the complexities of growing up in a broken world.

Because I'm worth the fight. And hell, so are you.

Your life is worth fighting for.

Go through the grief. Embrace the loss when you're ready. Once you're on the other side, and life/you feel like a terrifyingly blank slate, that's when you swim.

You've gotta swim, swim for your life

Swim for the music that saves you

When you're not so sure you'll survive

You've gotta swim, swim when it hurts

The whole world is watching

You haven't come this far to fall off the earth

The currents will pull you away from your love

Just keep your head above

I was terrified to swim after Sybil. Because what felt like the biggest blank slate ahead was my relationship with God. I had no idea what loving Him after that darkness would look like. How could I remain who I am if I loved God differently? Well, the answer is that I didn't remain the same. I found new ways to be me, discovered new tastes and new struggles, I've picked up new loves and haven't touched old loves. I let go of what I had assumed was mine and made me me. I swam through the change, chose to grasp tightly to whatever gave me life again, and swam past whatever didn't anymore.

I embraced a struggle with anxiety I didn't have previously. It's profoundly harder to reign in anxious thoughts than it was before a legitimate nightmare was my reality. It's part of me now.

I embraced a new love for external creating/expressing with my senses. I love the formulaic mechanics of brewing coffee in a Chemex, and preparing a portafilter to pull a shot of espresso, and steaming milk based on how the steam is hissing and the rising temperature of the pitcher in my hand. I love the physical and visual process of painting a canvas. One growing desire I have that can't be expressed for a long long time (because $$$) is to learn how to play the cello, teaching my entire body how to embrace this vessel that makes my absolute favorite sound. I genuinely wouldn't have been interested in these processes before. They are part of me now.

I've left behind an old love for internal creating/expressing with my thoughts. This blog is the closest thing of that nature I've kept, and even this has changed into less abstract of content than in previous years. I don't journal much at all anymore, and that used to be such a part of my "process". I used to write letters and stories. I used to just flat out daydream in my room when I was younger, perfectly content with my musings. I don't enjoy photography like I used to, though I probably would if I got into physically developing the film. I still enjoy philosophy, but it used to be the very air I breathed.

My creations were in my mind, my carefully constructed ideas. I simply don't think that way anymore. They aren't part of me now.

I have my theories around these changes, the main one being that I went through such a profound external experience that I'm just a more externally aware person now. But it doesn't really matter why these things changed. What matters is that I let them change. I learned how to be me in the change. I learned how to love God through those new loves, and experience His love through them as well. I chose to swim in the wake of a loss, and fight for my life. Choosing to let joy look differently now.

I have an ebbing and flowing fear of swimming after losing my best friend. It's scary, feeling like letting go of a human would mean letting go of yourself. That swimming away from their existence means swimming away from your own. That somehow, in some way deeeeep down, you're still existing together as companions in this life. That you're still connected, because what you had was outside space and time. If you're wondering why a high school relationship would affect someone in their mid-twenties, that's why; it wouldn't have mattered if we were five or fifty. Time was irrelevant, because we met each other and did life together on an existential level.

Again, I believe we were given a glimpse at what perfect unbroken connection could feel like, even if it wasn't perfect or unbroken. I believe it was real, that we were the right people at the right time for each other for a season. And hell, maybe we could've worked harder at preserving that if we had been older and wiser. Maybe that loss was just as much of an accident as losing Sybil, and it shouldn't have happened.

This is where the fight begins: with the thought that it did happen, and in my situation, it happened by explicit choice. The loss is the aftermath of a conscious decision by a fully-functional human. The door was closed by very real and explicit commitments to someone else, ending all aspects of our connection. And if I thought he was aware enough to see me, know me and choose me, I also had to accept that he was just as aware to choose someone else. It was messy and gray for awhile, but when the dust settled, it was what it was. 

And it never felt "right" to fight for healing, or to swim ahead, I want to make that very clear. Moving forward isn't always the natural impulse. When you lose someone you never thought you would, it's so difficult to feel like you ever really do lose them. When you lose someone "so close that their hand on your chest is your hand", moving forward feels about as natural as amputation.

I'm grateful for the time I was given with such a connection. But damnit, cut my hand off.

Because I refuse to be left in the dirt of someone else's rejection. I refuse to let that be where my heart's story ends. Talk about settling! My life is worth more than that. I fight to search for humans who show up, who choose me, who fight for their own healing. I fight to find fighting humans, made stronger by their pain because they swam through it and weren't defined by it. I fight to connect with others, because I was given such a beautiful glimpse of how deeply we can connect with one another, and I'll always hunger for those depths. I may never get them again. But damnit, I'll die trying and searching. We all get a little harder to reach with accumulating hurts and scars. That's why it's an uphill battle to see each other as clearly as we could as kids. I'm not uncomfortable with that anymore. And in my ongoing journey of learning how to open up to people, I'm given more and more hope that there's surely more than just one human I'm meant to connect with. I swim through the waters of that hope. Even in my more doubtful days where the swim feels meaningless and fruitless, I press on in trust with the prayer of "You better be who the hell You say You are."

For me, healing is that swim.

It's a dance between intentionality and giving up control.

"I choose joy, and I'm giving up control over what 'joy' looks like."

"I choose healthy and deep connections, and I'm giving up the idea that this person is one of those or could ever be again."

"I choose to swim, and I'm letting You choose where. You better be who the hell You say You are."

You've gotta swim, swim in the dark

There's no shame in drifting

Feel the tide shifting, and wait for the spark

You've gotta swim, don't let yourself sink

Just find the horizon

I promise you, it's not as far as you think

The currents will drag us away from our love

Just keep your head above

Just keep your head above. Swim.

Where I Stay

After a childhood of being shuttled around via the Air Force, I've never struggled with the concept of leaving. A place, a situation, a person, anything.  With age and with wisdom I have learned to leave well, and therein to grieve well.

I can say goodbye like you wouldn't believe.

It's not because I avoid attachments or affection; I've painfully left some of the deepest loves I've ever known. Every situation had its own context, so there's no single reason for so many goodbyes.

But because of them, I know myself best in the loneliness that comes with fresh emptiness. With holes to fill. It's miserable and painful, but I truly and deeply understand it. At times, it's felt like my only friend - the space I've made for new growth. Unfortunately, I'm starting to wonder if this "gift" has left me with an unhealthy comfort in that loss and that emptiness.

I'm not sure if I know myself in a context where I stay. In a context where I get to know myself without excessive space. Where something stays present no matter what, and I stay present no matter what. Where the canvas in front of me isn't blank anymore, and possibilities limit themselves as I walk through this door and that door.

A new city becomes less and less new.

A new graduate program becomes less and less new.

Human relationships start requiring maintenance and (rewarding) work.

Big picture question marks start finding their resolutions.

And even when I still love my city, I love my graduate work, I love my humans and I love the idea of resolve, I can't help sensing the itchy thought...

If I left this life and started from scratch somewhere else, I'd be far more comfortable in the emptiness of that vast unknown.

Less satisfied and miserable, but more comfortable.

See the problem? Ha.

I wholeheartedly believe humans need chapters in life with a ton of space and nothing but a blank slate in front of them. Character and wisdom are built in those seasons. But we weren't made for that kind of perpetual existence. We weren't made to continually fly past each other chasing the blank slates we label "adventures."

In the long run, we were created to stay. To abide. To be present, no matter what. Our spirits are always traveling and growing, and my introspective soul wakes up every morning never quite knowing where I'll end up inside myself by the end of the day. I was made for those travels and that growth.

But I wasn't made for a steady flow of goodbyes. They should be few and far between.

I shouldn't eye the exit when things feel congested and stagnant. I should check myself to see how I can grow and thrive right where I'm at.

I shouldn't look elsewhere when things feel less interesting over time. I should brainstorm how I can effortfully keep them interesting and stimulating.

I shouldn't default to distance when things hurt. I should default to honesty and openness up close and personal.

I shouldn't want to leave where I am meant to stay, just for the comfort of familiarity. Sometimes we are too familiar with what should be rare, and our comfort zone can be dangerous.

And so, I hope to grow familiar with hanging my hat in one city. To do life over and over and deeper and deeper with the same friends. To invest in my career to be the best I can be, and not wander off into mediocre side projects. To dig deep. To chip away at the same areas. To grow in the midst of consistency. To live in the adventure of stability. To always push forward, but doing so without leaving. Doing so where I stay.

Feel free to stay with me.

Doing 2015 Well

I've always had a chip on my shoulder towards New Years Resolutions. I figured if a person truly wants to implement a change, they won't wait for a certain time or place to do it. It felt like January was used as a cheap "Starting Line" with no real decision to start a new journey. So I never made resolutions.

...ya know, until this year. ;)

Perhaps it's because so much change has happened in the previous year that this one feels like a genuinely blank slate. I feel incredibly aware of where I am and where I want to be, and a year's length of time to complete my desired goals feels reasonable and achievable. Who knows? All I know is that I am consciously grabbing this year by the horns and being purposeful in my time.

I received a ton of positive feedback on my post about self-care, just a few posts below this one. It was intended to be a fun one for me, a creative way to write down and organize my personal ideas, but it turned into a wonderful conversation piece with friends who had never invested much thought into caring about themselves well in certain ways. New Years Resolutions are less unique in nature, and a few I'll list here are pretty standard for Resolutioners, but I sense that writing them on a public platform could give them life in ways I can't expect. So here we go!

Exercise: Moving Well

We were designed to move and to rest, both fueling our desire for the other. Adjusting to Nashville's geography and weather has left me with the recent realization that there's little local hiking available (my favorite kind of exercise) and very little inspiration to do anything outside when the weather is extreme. This has led to wayyyyyy more resting than moving on my part. I haven't changed in clothing size, but I can tell on several levels that my health is less than acceptable because of this stagnancy. My circulation, digestion, energy level, nerve functioning, skin complexion, and plenty of other aspects of my body have tanked in the last year due to inconsistent or nonexistent exercise. So here comes a gym membership and some running shoes. That elliptical has no idea what it's in for.

Clean Foods, More Water: Consuming Well

See reasoning above for improving on this. It's the only surefire way I won't have an angry stomach after a meal, and clean eating will help my body get back on track with regaining some self-sufficient functioning. Sounds like a nice thing to have, right? And along with all this is a sensitivity to dehydration, which can easily be avoided if I commit to the majority of my beverages being water or water-based, like tea. Lime (or lemon) water with a drop of peppermint oil is a wonderful way to keep your digestive tract calm and clean; I plan on making a pitcher of it to keep in the fridge to be my drinking water. Yes puhlease.

Skin and Hair: Going Natural Well

Have I ever mentioned my go-to beauty inspiration is Clemence Poesy? Whether she's au natural or done up for an event, she radiates. I'm particularly inspired by her underdone look, with air-dried hair and little to no makeup. I don't see myself completely giving up any particular beauty product, since there's always an occassion that calls for some glamour. But this year I want to give my hair a rest from the terrible unwise coloring I put it through this year, bringing it to an inch of its life. Little to no heat, letting it naturally dry and fall where it feels like falling. A common comment I've heard about American women is that they seem to seek perfection. "I feel sorry for them, it must be exhausting" a French editor said in an article. An ongiong goal of mine has been no more perfection-seeking, only letting my natural features shine. I'm sure the exercise and eating well mentioned above will work in my favor in this department.

Capsule Closet: Wearing Well

A capsule wardrobe is a 40-and-under-piece wardrobe for either a season or for forever. Anywhere I've read about women who try it out absolutely love it, and feel like it is liberating rather than restraining. Imagine...being aware of every piece of clothing available to you in a given morning as you dress? And the ability to throw any of it on in any combination and have it look cohesive and even spectacular? I'm actually pretty darn close to this thanks to moving across the country in my Honda; I probably dumped 70% of the clothing I owned in the moving process, and I don't miss a single piece. Everything I own now is less than a year old and something I'd wear any day/anywhere. But that was coincidental, and I want to be more intentional about my shopping. I want to hone in on what I own, what I would like to have, and ONLY purchase those items. Thankfully the minimalist look is in, just in time for my graduate student budget. :P

Pay Off Non-School-Related Debt: Spending Well

Oh hey! Speaking of budgets! This is a big one for me, thanks to new city transitions leaning on a credit card and some medical bills. I am entering into my first significant debt experience, and I am determined to keep my head above water. I didn't grow up with direct instruction on how to manage money; my parents were raised to not share that information even with your own kids. So I am starting from scratch and am terrified. Thankfully, I have friends and resources available to me for support and planning. Deep breaths and baby steps. Deep breaths and baby steps.

Discover Music on Purpose: Listening Well

I've generally been lousy at this. I know what I like when I hear it, but getting me to hear it can be the tricky part. I'm not one to adventure into music finding; I'm usually blessed with friends much more seasoned in the hunt who share their finds with me. But now I'm in Nashville, and music is on every corner. Plus what I used to listen to sounds younger and younger by the day, urging me to find some new tunes asap. The right sound at the right moment means everything. I want to take charge of my sounds.

Paint More, Write More, Breathe More: Expressing Well

I've talked about how painting is an important outlet for me; naturally I've let it slip through my fingers. Not enough time, not enough space, not enough natural light, not enough natural inspiration. But even if painting isn't a probable prospect in a day's time, I can journal. I can read. I can drive to the woods for some air. I can find a self-fulfilling hobby for my sanity, rather than getting restless and moody. Nobody likes the moody human in the room.

Live with the Mighty: Communing Well

"Associate with the noblest people you can find, and live with the mighty." That quote by Thomas Davidson has been my mantra since moving to Nashville. Just like with music, I usually find one solid human and enter into their group of friends without a second thought. If they set up a barbeque, I may go. If they go see a movie, sure I'll join. This can be wonderful, but this can also lead to a passive apathy about really investing in friendships and being seen. I can convince myself to fly under the radar way easier if I am hanging around people I don't care to do life with. My best life chapters are the ones intimately connected to others' chapters. I hope to seek out "my people" more intentionally from here on out. Me setting up coffee dates, me hosting dinner, me being the one to share my heart first. No more half-hearted noodling into circles.

Verbalize My Heart As Much As My Brain: Being Vulnerable Well

This one is pretty straightforward. I tend to be more open about the analytic and logical thoughts that run through my conscious, and less open about my heart. Sometimes there are special humans who seem to sense my heart in the midst of the information, but sometimes it takes some direct communication for my heart to be known. "It seems like things are this way and that way" turns into "I'm hurt. This is heavy and hard. You make me happy. I feel so light and free."

That's all for now. These all stem from an overarching desire to be intentional with my choices and my heart, avoiding a mindless drift into a habit, whether it's as simple as eating or complex as communicating. It all comes from a desire to do 2015 well, and see if by December these goals have become an afterthought and second nature.

I am living an incredible life, and a strange thing happens when things are going well...I stop being intentional. I don't feel the push, I don't feel the hunger for growth or change. This year is about pushing even when it's comfortable, and growing even when it's a harvest.

Happy (Belated) New Year, everyone. May 2015 be ever in your favor.

Sacred Ground of the Beloved

Firstly, I hope you like the slightly updated look around here! I want to thank one of my best friends Blair for collaborating with me to get that fancy new header up there looking just the way I wanted it to. It's her photo and about 80% her edit. If you don't already, follow her on Instagram (@below_my_feet) for more shots that'll spruce up your IG feed with all of the ethereal nature missing in your life.

That specific shot captures what I refer to as "the edge of the abyss", where I fancy myself called by Him to meet people in search of healing. A blog post explaining more of that can be found >>here<< if you're new and intrigued.


I recently picked up a book I've been meaning to read for years called The Life of the Beloved by Henri Nouwen. I read most of it the night I bought it and have had tears in my eyes more than once because of it. Henri wrote this for a good friend of his who asked him to write about the spiritual life for himself and his friends, all secular entrepreneurs in New York City. It is a no-nonsense take on the spiritual side of the human condition, where Someone finds us and abides with us in our deepest parts.

Here's an excerpt that has stuck with me:

"Aren't you, like me, hoping that some person, thing, or event will come along and give you that final feeling of inner well-being you desire? Don't you often hope: 'May this book, idea, course, trip, job, country, or relationship fulfill my deepest desire.' But as long as you are waiting for that mysterious moment you will go on running helter-skelter, always anxious and restless, always lustful and angry, never fully satisfied. You know that this is the compulsiveness that keeps us going and busy, but at the same time makes us wonder whether we are getting anywhere in the long run. This is the way to spiritual exhaustion and burn-out. This is the way to spiritual death.

Well, you and I don't have to kill ourselves. We are the Beloved. We are intimately loved long before our parents, teachers, spouses, children, and friends loved or wounded us. That's the truth of our lives. That's the truth I want you to claim for yourself. That's the truth spoken by the voice that says, 'You are my Beloved.'

Listening to that voice with great inner attentiveness, I hear at my center words that say:

'I have called you by name, from the very beginning. You are mine and I am yours. You are my Beloved, in you my favor rests. I have molded you in the depths of the earth and knitted you together in your mother's womb. I have carved you in the palms of my hands and hidden you in the shadow of my embrace. I look at you with infinite tenderness and care for you with a care more intimate than that of a mother for her child. I have counted every hair on your head and guided you at every step. Wherever you go, I go with you, and wherever you rest, I keep watch. I will give you food that will satisfy all your hunger and drink that will quench all your thirst. I will not hide my face from you. You know me as your own as I know you as my own. You belong to me. I am your father, your mother, your brother, your sister, your lover, and your spouse...yes, even your child...wherever you are I will be. Nothing will ever separate us. We are one.'"

That excerpt reminded me of another book called Sit, Walk, Stand by Watchman Nee, in which Nee emphasizes the necessity of spiritually resting in Christ before ever attempting work. Moving forward in that position of rest can be thought of as how you move forward in a car, sitting still but making forward progress. We must know we are accepted and justified in Him first and foremost; there is nothing to earn, there is no work to be done for those ends. That is how we experience "the Living Water" of His presence, after which we'll never thirst again, and how we can be called to "never worry about anything" (Philippians 4:6) because nothing that comes our way has the power to rob us of our identity or our rest.

I was going to go into how I've applied that truth to my own life, and perhaps encourage you to do the same, but the more I wrote the less I felt movement behind it, so I'm stopping there. Lord knows I didn't need help deciding how those truths should hit my heart. So take them as you wish, and pull me aside to talk about them if you feel like working it out more.

In the meantime, rest. Even in your chaos.

Pay attention to the voice that rarely calls glamorous attention to itself. That's where these truths are.

And sit with your innermost self, taking note of your own body-to-soul conversations, and Who is there with you in those depths.

I wholeheartedly believe that to be the sacred ground of His true work on this earth.

"Why burn poor and lonely?"

A common theme I find in conversations I have with friends, all of us now in our mid to late twenties, is a romanticized cherishing of some era that has now past in our lives. The range of time differs for everyone, but the common thread is that we all felt so much more present in those years than we do in our lives now. We felt more fully known, more fully expressed, more fully alive.

"I haven't felt like myself in five years."

"That was the one place that has ever really felt like home."

"No one has really loved me that deeply since then."

I'm right there too. For me, those years were 2004-2006. Life wasn't perfect; if anything it was one of the hardest times living in my home. But I was in a youth group that loved me so deeply and taught me so much. I had wonderful friends who worshipped with me and laughed with me and did real talk with me. I shared a love with a boy that was one for the books, a love I haven't seen the likes of since. And to top it all off, some of the best music I have ever experienced was being created and performed in those years, some of which I believe I owe my sanity to. Very few bands have hit my heart like the bands of that era.

Ten years later, and my life is unrecognizable, other than my relationship with God. New old friends, new NEW friends, a new city, college come and gone, life-changing memories come and gone, chapters and chapters and chapters of my life now in the past. I can't begin to tell you how much I love my life, and how blessed I feel to have walked every step of it.

But damn. I'd be lying if I said I felt 100% at home anywhere in that decade. It always felt like someone was missing who I wished I could tell my stories to. Like I was lacking resolve. Like I was experiencing life, but never resting in it. Like I was traveling and having a wonderful time doing so, but I'd left people behind or had people ahead of me who were missing out. It felt like I was a widow rebuilding my life in the wake of a loss, my late husband being an entire community and a timeless romance that slipped through my fingers. People have known me and loved me in that decade and vice versa, but never in quite the same way. Somewhere along the way there was a line drawn in the sand between Before and After, and I have always been aware of that line, even a decade into living in the After. My relationships in this After space have been informed by my life in the Before, my ever-increasingly romanticized ideal state of existence. "This reminds me of how things used to be, so that's a good sign." "They remind me of so-and-so, and I LOVED that person, so I'm getting close."

Like pictures and artifacts that people collect and save to remind them of their own story, and who's loved them. I tote these memories along with me everywhere like an anchor keeping me from some form of "unbeing".

I have longed for the day when my life feels like it is fully mine again, with everyone present who needs to be, and I can bury those memories respectfully. Then have the freedom to run around without that baggage, and "use both hands" in engaging with life, and be present NOW. Letting this moment and these people move me like I used to allow to my past moments to do.

Enter: mewithoutYou

This is one of the bands I mentioned that I have to thank for so many aspects of how I look at the world and how I approach my walk with Christ. They were a mentor, a friend, a musical therapy for me. Specifically their record Catch For Us the Foxes. It contains some of the most honest writing I've ever heard.

I saw them live twice during that cherished era of mine. One of those shows was in 2005 and entailed the entirety of that record performed, and I went with my most beloved humans. It is a specific memory I've held onto that captures the magic of my life back then musically and relationally. I was on cloud nine.

Enter: A decade later in the After space, new to Nashville, new everything, in the wake of closed doors and at the threshold of new ones to open.

mewithoutYou is on a ten-year anniversary tour of Catch For Us the Foxes, and they played in Nashville last night. I knew it would be great. But I didn't know it would catalyze the change that it has.

For starters, everyone in the place was in their mid-twenties or older. Which makes sense, given how old the album is. The opening bands got the casual attention most opening bands get at shows, so no surprise there. But the moment mewithoutYou were on stage and began the intro to "Torches Together" the place exploded. You could smell the catharsis in the air. You could feel how influential this record had been on every single human in the room. Not a soul was standing still. And there's something about yelling raw and honest words that helped you love your God as a kid, along with everyone else in the room doing the same thing, that feels a whole lot like worshipping together. Every single one of us a completely different person than who we were when we first fell for this album, maybe a bunch of us not caring for the Christian notion of how God interacts with us, but every single one of us yelling the likes of "we all have our beliefs, but we don't want our beliefs...God of Peace, we want You" with our entire being, moving to the haunting riffs and syncopated drumming mewithoutYou has mastered. I found myself grinning through the entire show because I knew on an elemental level that we were all celebrating the times of life this band had been part of in our stories. We were all celebrating what "home" had been for us.

I thought about the people I'd seen them with ten years ago, thought about where they are now and where I am now. The same songs, the same humans on a stage in front of me, the same feeling of being alive, but without those souls at my side.

I felt the smallest sensation of you can let go now. those times were beautiful. but so are these times.

Perhaps what makes our younger days feel so much more vibrant is that we lived without question or hesitation. We had nothing substantial to compare it to. Life was life, and we lived it, and everything since has felt like a comparison to that freedom.

But we are always that free.

Life is always worth fully engaging in, and we'll never fully understand why until we're in it and we discover its worth for ourselves. So BE HERE. NOW.

I think I'd been waiting for someone to rescue me from an underwater state, pulling me to the surface, and suddenly I'd be able to fully live.

Last night, in contrast, was a gentle tap on the shoulder and the notion of "Did you know you can swim?" If I am under water, I have been choosing to be there. The surface has been worth my time all along. We all get older and have more complexities in our hearts, more stories to tell and more scars to heal, but that doesn't take away from our ability to fully be with one another. If anything, it enhances it. If anything, our interactions here in the After space can be even more beautiful and meaningful than before the pain.

Healing and growth happen over time and in waves. But this is a wave long awaited for, and I am already feeling the freedom I've been longing for. The burying of the old and the full awareness of the now.

Once again, mewithoutYou has helped me know myself and know Him deeper.

Typical.

So nevermind our plan-making

We'll start living

Anyway, aren't you unbearably sad?

Then why burn so poor and lonely?

We'll be like torches, we'll be like torches

We'll be like torches

We'll be torches together, torches together

(Torches together, hand-in-hand)

Self-sufficiently good.

Last week, a friend from Phoenix reached out and asked how I'm doing out here in Nashville. It was in the middle of a smooth-sailing nannying day, and I have no complaints with school so far, so I responded with, "I'm great! Just working and doing school, how about you?"

He gave me an honest and heartfelt response that I wasn't expecting, and it made me re-think how I'm really doing if I let myself feel it.

Here's the truth, friends.

I have never felt more lonely in my life.

The past year of uprooting and moving has led to a lack in community I haven't experienced in a long time. It's only to be expected when you move away from home, stay in the new place for seven months, only to move to a new place again. Home gets used to life without you and keeps less in touch, first new place didn't experience a whole lot of you to miss (except for one or two treasured friends), and the second new place is still getting to know you.

Somehow my heart finds a way of internalizing the whole thing and becomes convinced that I am "un-community-able", that I'll be alone forever with only polite acquaintances and the occasional invite to a social event. I've cried myself to sleep believing that lie. It's a tough lie to rid yourself of when the last year of your life has practically been in solitude.

I'm on my way out of the dark. I'm signed up to go through the membership process of a church I fell in love with, and after that I'll be placed in a small group there. I'm being more intentional with time with my roommates and friends they've introduced me to. I am re-thinking where I'll be working the next two years I am in school, with my primary focus being on where I can potentially make some great friends.

These will all take time. A lot of it. My experience of moving as a kid lends me to believe it'll be a lonely first year, but things will naturally pick up if I put myself out there for connections.

J.K. Rowling said, "Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life."

There are fewer times in life I can think of that could come closer to what "rock bottom" would feel like than this time in life. Even in the midst of actively pursuing my career and living in a wonderful city. The hardships of this past year have progressively weighed on me with little to no relief, and my future feels empty of expectation.

But what a beautiful foundation to start rebuilding on.

One free of clutter, free of expectation, free of stubbornness in any particular direction.

I have nothing to go off of. I have no reason to get in the way of the Artist.

I've had a life filled with goodbyes.

So much moving, a bunch of break-ups, a ton of closed doors.

This "rock bottom" feeling has a lot to do with who I'm leaving behind to move forward.

But if I've learned nothing else in my time on this planet, I've learned this:

Life is self-sufficiently good.

Come what may, life is good.

Come who may, life is good.

Go what may, life is good.

Go who may, life is good.

I cannot escape the beauty of living, even as I swim in a sea of goodbyes with no island of new hellos in sight quite yet.

So, let's rebuild. And enjoy the ride along the way.

Self-Care for Others-Care.

There seems to be two facets of my Marriage and Family Therapy education (at least in the beginning). One is conceptual, theoretical, and cognitive, while the other is practical and hands-on. I am currently in two in-person classes and one online, and one of these in-person classes deals heavily in the hands-on aspect of therapy. Body language. Facial expressions. Filler words/Word choice. Tone of voice. Posture. Eye movement. Hand movement. ME.

You can have the most brilliantly therapeutic thoughts the world has ever seen, but they would fall on deaf ears if you are poorly presenting yourself in conveying those thoughts.

Though it doesn't sound "hands-on", the process of mentally attuning to the client and his/her story is also part of this class. Stepping into someone else's shoes, seeing the world from someone else's eyes, being fully present in the room with them as you two collaborate for healing. Try actively listening on that level in your next conversation, keeping your physical presence in mind as well, and you'll see how hands-on that mental process really is.

That is what I have been called to do for the rest of my life, for the majority of every week and for several clients at a time. I am so excited for it, but I am also growing more and more aware of how important self-care is going to be in that field.

Practically every job I have had has been to pay the bills, and therefore I could give myself some mentally-checked-out days where I simply keep my head down and push through, giving very little of myself to the moment or the people around me. Whether it was lack of sleep, personal life distractions, feeling sick from eating poorly, or anything else, I am used to having the luxury of mindless jobs that allow for subpar human interactions on rough days every now and then. Those days are soon to be over.

So it is time to embrace the discipline of self-care. Taking my needs and even some of my "important wants" seriously, so that I am a fully-functioning human for every client that walks through my door. The same way I would want a fully-functioning doctor or a fully-functioning pastor in my life.

And the funny thing is, I have always noticed how scholars, therapists, doctors, and even pastors seem to take VERY good care of themselves, even if they aren't painfully wealthy. They're the ones who buy personal espresso machines, have cabins in the mountains, have hobbies they heavily invest in outside of their vocation, etc. I never really had an opinion on it, but absolutely noticed it. It is all making sense now, and I'm for it, and I'll absolutely be among them soon enough.

People who have high-capacity jobs (mentally/physically/emotionally/spiritually) need to love themselves well in order to love others well. I believe EVERYONE should do so, but self-care is part of the training for these folks, and it's necessary if they want to avoid burn-out within a few months in their field.

"Self-care" can sound like a cop out for over-indulgence or vanity, but you wouldn't think so when you see it in action. It's simply putting time and energy into recharging in meaningful ways, putting your personal needs on the same priority level as you're putting your vocation. An athlete trains his/her body as purposefully as they intend to perform with it. Self-care is training for care professionals; the more purposeful the self-care, the more effective the execution of caring for others.

All of this has me thinking about the types of things to prioritize for fully-functional living. Most of these things I already prioritize, and others have been in my mind as future priorities for when it's go-time and mindless working days are over. I encourage you to think about yours, and here are a few of mine!

Quality coffee.

Spending the money and taking the time to acquire the best locally roasted beans and brew the best cup of coffee in existence every day. Coffee is an old friend I can count on for encouragement, and it helps me feel centered and ready to actively interact with the day ahead. The process of brewing is therapeutic in and of itself (Chemex hand-pour 4 lyfe). Getting out of bed with the knowledge that, immediately following, I am going to do steps A, B and C that will guarantee me a cup of happiness soon after...it starts the day off with joy.

Painting.

I wrote an entire post about it a few months back, and it's just as true today as it was then. A necessary outlet to make time for.

Sleep.

I can't stress this enough. I have trouble falling asleep (and sometimes staying asleep), so simply allotting more time for sleep is useless, because all that achieves is more time lying in my bed fully awake with my eyes closed. I vividly remember being in high school and staying up until 3am or so talking on the phone to my boyfriend, then sleeping some, then getting up at 5am to get to school at 6am for Chamber Choir practice, then proceeding with a 7-hour school day like it was nothing. HAH. Ten years later, and mama don't play like that no mo'. So I've given in to the powers of a mild natural sleep aid supplement, letting it nudge me over the edge into Dream Land. Some of the best sleep I've gotten in awhile, and there's no tired buzz in my ears waiting for the next chance to nap during the day.

Healthy relationships.

Ones that help me stretch and help me rest, help me grow and help me pace myself. Where I'm safe to be big and be small. Where I'm inspired to work hard, to play hard, and to love well. This sounds like an easier priority than it actually is. Sometimes you love who you love even if they weigh you down and make you miserable, friend/family/romantic partner alike. Boundaries with those loves can be painful, but holy crap SO necessary. You have no idea what a loss you are to the world when someone steals you away for themselves, rather than props you up and shouts about you from the rooftops so that even more can know you. It isn't selfish to walk away from people who serve no good purpose in your life, because we were created for good purposes. Do life, do vulnerability, do love with people who propel you into your fullest existence. With anyone who does less on a continual basis, let them know they matter to you but keep moving. And, of course, be that person to your loved ones, mutually propelling each other forward and lifting each other up.

Humor.

This manifests itself in various forms, my favorite form being in the type of healthy relationship described above. But humor lowers blood pressure, releases happy chemicals, and binds people together who partake in it together. I know I need to keep people/things around that make me laugh. Funny people, funny TV/movies, funny pets, etc. Laughter practically tells your brain you are happy, which makes you happy, which makes you smile and laugh, and the cycle continues. Gotta have those funnies.

Eating well.

For those who don't know, I have IBS that didn't show its ugly face until about a year and a half ago. Since then, I have had to think drastically different about how I eat in order to function well. Sometimes I cheat for the sake of satisfying cravings or for the sake of social settings, but I always pay for it afterwards with aches and stomach cramps. I have spent the past six months or so taking the disorder seriously and taking note of what triggers it and what soothes it if triggered. The last thing I need with a client in my office is a stomach cramp to distract me from hearing their story.

Quiet and space.

We all say we like it, we all say we need it. But the older we get and the more responsibilities we own, it seems like it becomes less of a priority and more of a luxury for most. This. Has. To. Be. A. Priority. For. Me. No. Matter. What. I don't have specifics on how often or how long, but enough to do the job. Even when kids are in the mix of my life, I will do what it takes to have a consistent avenue for quiet space. Naturally, this will be after the newborn days where I'm in 100% mom mode and wouldn't be working anyway.

The mountains.

There's something about being in the mountains that fills me up and brings me to life in powerful ways, and I want to honor that in myself. I always want to make the time and have the means to get lost in the woods for awhile. I always meet myself there in a new way.

Travel.

It could be the fact that my childhood never stayed put in one city too long, or that all of my favorite artists, authors, and interests seem to stem from some big "elsewhere", but regardless of the why, traveling is in my blood. I'd say it's in my entire family's blood, seeing as how we moved around so often with the Air Force and now my dad is an airline pilot bouncing around the country every day. It doesn't feel right to go too long without visiting somewhere else. It doesn't feel right to want to see another place and then not begin finding a way to get there. I know travel is good for the soul, and no one on their deathbed wishes they had done less of it (unless they were away from family or something). A passport, a quality suitcase that will last long enough to make memories, and quality clothes/shoes that will do the same. With the time and the budget to enjoy the ride. The world is calling, and I must go.

These may change, these may go away and others arise, who knows. But self-care is absolutely necessary, and I am already feeling that importance while reading for class or doing assignments. The process begins now. Because life is already moving, and when the time comes to have clients I want to hit the ground running.

Even if I wasn't in the caring profession, understanding and loving myself enough to make things like these a priority is so so important. Making time for them somehow helps me use those times more intentionally, and therefore go back to "work" more intentionally, and so on and so forth.

Love yourself well, love life well, love others well.

I'm only a few months into doing so, but I can tell you now it isn't too shabby of an existence. :)

"Welcome to the real world. It sucks. You're gonna love it."

Friends has been my favorite show since I was about 19-years-old. My first roommates-to-soon-become-best-friends had all the seasons on DVD, and we all bonded by watching them together, me for the first time and a thousand times more. Chandler shamelessly stole the show for me, beginning to end.

I haven't really watched them in about two years. I went through the entire series with a boyfriend I didn't part ways with too well, and that kinda ruined it for me for a long while. Then I moved to Portland where the DVDs weren't on hand and were too expensive to buy. Then I moved to Nashville where they still weren't on hand. UNTIL Amazon had a crazy sale last week and I snatched the entire boxed set for myself for a steal.

A lot of life has happened since I last went through the seasons in sequence, watching the story unfold chronologically, giving the first few seasons their dues before it all gets 1000% more fantastic in the later ones. It took me a second to realize that they all start out around 25- or 26-years-old, like myself.

All relatively clueless about how their lives will play out, even the ones who know exactly what they want to do for a living.

Some with plans that were so clear, so solid, that somehow fell through their hands, and it's time to stumble through starting over.

All hopeless in their own way in the world of romance.

All with stories, all with hurts, all with future stories and future hurts.

All doing their best to get by, and loving each other in the process, and calling it "life".

After watching the first few episodes of the first season tonight, I have a smile on my face from all the laughs (Chandlerrrr) and a peace in my heart that wasn't there previously. Even twenty years ago, folks my age were doing exactly what I'm doing at 25: working to pay the bills, celebrating wins and grieving losses, keeping their chin up in love and just growing into themselves with one another. Sure, it isn't with the same five people in the same few spots in town together, but I've been blessed to the brim with community in bloom.

When I think of what life would have gone like if I'd had everything my own way, my life would be unrecognizable. I would've married the only guy I've ever loved, probably pretty young. We would've had kids, stuck with jobs that made the most sense financially, stuck around Phoenix, kept the same friends, and never think to reach for the stars and chase dreams in huge uncomfortable ways. Steady. Predictable. Comfortable. Happy.

But life has a way of not taking orders, for better or worse. And you keep swimming. And sometimes it's like floating on your back on a sunny day, sometimes it's all you can do to keep your head above water as the waves crash over you. And I think that's what I love most about this show, it's all about doing the tough stuff and the fun stuff and the beautiful stuff together, come what may.

Monica puts it perfectly in the first episode to Rachel, who just ran out on her wedding day and cut up her parents' credit cards for a new and scary beginning of adulthood:

"Welcome to the real world. It sucks. You're gonna love it."

These are the days, my friends.

The days that suck, the days we love.

Make sure to realize that before they're over.

Favorite Things (And Why).

This post is about products I love, most of which are beauty products, and it only feels right to start out with a little bit of my raw story.

My personal journey with beauty products has been interesting, to say the least.

I can honestly say that I struggled with my self image (what woman hasn't?) up until about a year ago. I always felt out of balance, always felt like I needed to go to a bathroom with a mirror every few hours in public to make sure everything was still looking the way I wanted it to, always felt like I never QUITE looked the way I wanted to. I remember not feeling pretty until I was about fifteen. And it was only because a boy I fell flat-on-my-butt in love with told me I was beautiful enough times for me to attempt believing it. It only took ten years for me to start feeling beautiful all on my own.

Some of this was simply puberty kicking in and making everything a hormonal hot mess. Some of this was puberty + Mean Girls' "girl world" being a reality and knowing that every teen girl in the room is combing over your looks to find your flaws when you walk into class (or at least the insecure ones). Some of this was puberty + girl world + social anxiety I struggled with, and still do some. I associated the anxiety to feeling unattractive, and thought that once I felt pretty the anxiety would go away.

Regardless of the whys, I say all of this to explain why my junior high, high school, and early college years were spent grasping for beauty products to make me feel better about myself.

Makeup to cover up my uneven skin tone, fake tanner to even out my complexion everywhere else (and to look tan, because that was a thing unfortunately), hair thickening products to give my thin hair some volume, which then led to teasing the crap out of my hair and making it a huge curly lion mane everyday (and making it a sticky tangly mess), and all the acne cleansers in the world to cope with my oily skin that I continued to cake makeup onto.

It was always a fight.

It was always a negative experience.

I hated the canvas I had to work with, and did my best to look utterly flawless by the end of my time in front of the mirror.

To go into my journey out of that shame in depth would be an entirely different blog post, and if I get enough feedback on readers wanting more of that story and how I've come out on the other end, I'll be happy to share it (Spoiler alert: The real struggle at hand was sooooooo much deeper than how I looked. It always is).

But for now, that's enough to get your feet wet in the river that has been my path in finding products that not only work for me, but are healthy for me. It feels like I've tried everything under the sun, or at least everything under the Target/Walmart/Walgreens sun (I've been a kid on a budget, after all).

It's no longer a fight. It's actually fun! Not because I've found products that cover me up the best, but I've found products that work WITH me and bring out who I am and how I was created, rather than covering up everything to become whoever I "want" to become (Another spoiler alert: I was never happy with my personally-created self, because the maintenance was exhausting).

As I have been on the hunt for quality products at the best price (again, what woman isn't?), I have found myself drawn more to personal blogs than to shopping website reviews for feedback on what is out there. There's something about the personal touch, the "I'm telling you my opinion in a space where you can get a feel for who I am in all aspects" effect that blogs have that make those opinions and reviews stick so much more for me.

It also broadens my horizons on brands and product types that I would never have thought of myself when I venture onto blogs, since reviews on shopping websites are simply there if you are searching for that particular product already.

So I'm joining the blogging ranks and sharing, from a special level of my heart (as my story shows), some products I'm using as of late and absolutely loving.

I'll go in the order of what I'd use in a morning routine to make things simple.

In the shower:

Collective Wellbeing Charcoal Body Wash: The activated charcoal in this body wash is exactly what

my skin needs, especially when it's warm outside and my skin is prone to breakouts. It deep cleans, smells amazing, and doesn't strip my skin of its natural oils. I use this before anything else just for the smell to fill the shower!

Lush BIG Shampoo: This sea salt shampoo gives my hair a gentle and natural-feeling thickness that I can't get anywhere else. I don't use this for every wash since I color my hair and the salts would fade my color too fast, but it's my favorite volumizing shampoo to date. When I'm not using this, I use Mane and Tail.

John Frieda Intense After-Color Conditioner: This is basically a full size bottle of the deep conditioner you would get in an at-home hair color box. I don't use John Frieda hair color, but this conditioner has been a wonderful hair mask that I keep in while I finish up my shower and don't wash out all the way, since my ends can be pretty dry without some help. And my color isn't fading, so something is working! :)

Johnson & Johnson Baby Oil Gel with Aloe and Vitamin E: My favorite shaving gel to date, even though you have to thoroughly clean your razor after every few strokes. It has eliminated razor bumps on my underarms and leaves everywhere feeling unbelievably soft for hours after. It's worth the razor maintenance, I promise!

At the sink:

Clarisonic Mia 2: Now, this may seem like a splurge, but for me it has rendered itself absolutely worth the cost. Imagine an ice skating rink that needs cleaning, and think about the level of cleanliness wiping it with a towel would achieve as opposed to a Zamboni. A Clarisonic is the Zamboni for your face. And at the rate my face likes to shed cells and moisturize itself, a Zamboni-status cleaning system is a necessity. I absolutely love it.

Mario Badescu Glycolic Foaming Cleanser: My favorite part about this cleanser is that a little goes a loooooong way. I only need a pea-size dot on my Clarisonic to get a great foam and a great wash. In fact, too much can leave my skin way too dry, so watch out. This doesn't have any physical exfoliating beads, which I prefer since my skin is sensitive and gets irritated with too harsh of a cleanser. This one, when the portion is correct, is just right.

Philips Sonicare Toothbrush: Think of the Zamboni analogy again, but for your teeth. I decided to invest in this brush since I am in the process of using Invisalign to get my teeth straightened out again, and when something is pressed against your teeth and preventing whatever else is on your teeth from being naturally rinsed off, it's important to get seriously good cleanings in with every brushing. It's awesome!

In my room at the mirror:

Prosacea Gel: Once I stopped blindly covering up my uneven skin tone on my face and actually did some research, I discovered I have mild rosacea on my face and arms that there are products for. I use this on my face immediately after washing, with a moisturizer quickly following, because my cleanser and this treatment can be pretty drying if left without some moisturizing help.

Heritage Rosewater & Glycerin: Guys. This is probably my favorite product on this post, and one that I myself found on a blog review. It is a liquid spray moisturizer that is light (since it's mostly water), smells subtly floral, and has given me some of the best redness-reducing results I've ever experienced. I spray this on my face after Prosacea and spray it on my upper arms where I have redness as well. It is soothing and cooling, which is something those with rosacea need desperately in a product. And at that price, forget about it. This is staying on my vanity the rest of my life!

Clarins Bright Plus Brightening Hydrating Day Lotion: This is one of the more expensive products I use, mainly because it accomplishes so many things in one bottle: it brightens, hydrates, and is an effective facial sunscreen. It doesn't muddy my complexion like other screens have, and it hydrates without oiliness. A little goes a long way with this one, so 1.7oz is a hefty amount in the long run. It's the perfect protective "seal" for my clean and hydrated face.

Neutragena Ultra Sheer Dry-Touch Sunscreen: This is the King of Sunscreens for someone with moody skin that doesn't respond well to greasier alternatives. I can rub this on and head out the door a minute later without feeling like I'm oiling up to be fried on a grittle, and it doesn't leave me smelling like I'm a kid going to the beach all day, either. Since I wear it everyday and everywhere, these aspects of this sunscreen make it worth the price every single time.

Smith's Rosebud Salve: This Vasoline alternative has been fantastic as a long-lasting lip balm with the tiniest hint of rosy pink color for a polished natural glow. I've also used a little bit in my eyebrows for subtle shaping when needed. It lasts all day and doesn't dry my lips out like other balms seem to do, so this one is a keeper as well.

In my hair:

Surface Bassu Hydrating Oil: This was a gift from my colorist in Portland when I told her I was having trouble with dried out splitting ends. I put this on my ends while it's wet, whether I'm blow-drying or air-drying. My hair soaks it up like water on a hot desert day. Plus it's a great hydrating oil for your skin, too, so my legs enjoy the leftover oil on my hands once my hairs are happy.

Surface Trinity Protein Cream: This was also from my colorist since, along with split ends, my hair likes to break off and therefore never give me any serious length. I spray this protein cream in my hair, wet or dry, when it needs some extra love and I also want some of my natural waves to show.

L'Oreal Paris EverStyle Volume Lifting Root Spray: This product is near and dear to my heart for several reasons. I have been using root lifting sprays since I was about thirteen, since my hair is pathetically flat and limp without them. There are some that did nothing, and others that did WAY TOO MUCH and left dried alcohol residue in my roots that I'd have to methodically brush out before attempting to wash my hair. I only found this spray about two weeks ago...(*que Tangled lanterns scene*) and at last I see the liiiight! It is alcohol-free, smells amazing, and is effective without the beauty pageant theatrics of other brands. I can run my fingers through my roots and it simply feels like I have thick hair, not like I have thin hair with gunk in it. Oh, sweet victory.

Not Your Mother's Beach Babe Texturizing Sea Salt Spray: This is a fun product to use when I'm going for a natural wavy look, which seems to be more and more these days. I spray, scrunch, and blow dry, and I can add as much as I want as I go since it's good with wet or dry hair. Love!

Batiste Dry Shampoo (Dark and Deep Brown): This is another product near and dear to my heart. As a blonde for most of my life, I could get away with using baby powder on no-washing days on my (you guessed it) super oily hair. It was a cheap and relatively effective way to prolong my style, however it wasn't always easy getting the extra powder out of my scalp, and it lent itself to look like dandruff one too many times. I tried dry shampoo a few times as a blonde, but it seemed to run out after about two spray sessions and wasn't as effective as baby powder, so I stuck with my dandruff head look. When I decided to go brown (DARK brown), I knew baby powder wouldn't cut it anymore and I needed to find a dry shampoo that actually worked. This was the first one to catch my eye in Ulta since it's specifically for dark hair, so I grabbed it and gave it a try. SWEET LORD, I'm never powdering again. It's lasted me so long, each spray is so effective and lasts all day, plus I don't have to brush out any grey residue that other brands have left. It does, however, give your water a brownish tint in the shower when rinsing out your hair, so just be prepared for that and you're golden.

Thus ends my Beauty Saga!

I do use a few makeup products, but perhaps I'll save those for another post. I'm becoming more and more particular about what I use and how much I use it, since my background is full of overuse and using too many at once. For another time.

For fun, here are some more of my favorites that aren't beauty products, but they have benefited my life in their own special ways:

Mrs. Meyers Cleaning Products: All of them, for everything, forever. They are cruelty-free, aromatherapeutic products made with essential oils. I am obsessed with the lavender and lemon verbena scents, and currently have some dish soap, hand soap, countertop spray, and dryer sheets of these delicious smells. They are light, effective, leave no residue, and get you excited to clean yo thangs!

Capri Blue Candles: They last forever, look adorable, and smell divine. My personal favorite is Volcano, I could eat it for dessert.

Kaufmann Mercantile Products: This is a dangerous new discovery of mine. The cookware, the drinkware, the decor, the wool blankets, the everything. I need.

Fair Trade African Handwoven Bolga Baskets: My mom loved and sold Longaberger baskets when I was a kid, and now I understand why; baskets are just wonderful, and incredibly versatile. Find a few that you love and you can find all sorts of ways to incorporate them into your house decor and storage systems. I see myself with a few of these handwoven African beauts in my near future.

Everlane Products: I love their honesty and breakdown of how much their products cost to make, along with their affordable pricing. I just got their reversed denim dopp kit in the mail (because I have a concerning obsession with stowing travel-size toiletries in my purse) and it's wonderful. They'll definitely be a go-to for basics in the future.

I think that's enough free advertising for one post. ;)

I'm off to enjoy the quiet rain on this Nashville summer day.

Happy Friday everyone!