I read an article yesterday on Bustle listing seven reason alternative style should be allowed in the so-called ‘professional’ world, something I feel rather strongly about. It’s sort of become a personal mission in my own small world.

Far too many people negatively judge those they encounter simply based on the way a person looks. We are all guilty of it. It’s a mark of our society. But it’s a destructive habit that needs to be squashed once and for all. (A lofty, idealistic goal? Sure. But what can I say, it’s in my nature.) Self-expression shouldn’t be a derogatory mark on someone’s character. No one should be made to feel guilty for outwardly manifesting who they are inside. Self-expression should be celebrated. It is a remarkable and freeing thing. And I think it’s one of the best and safest highs a person can get.

I’ll never forget the day I finally—after years and years of wanting to do it and being afraid of people judging me—had my blue ombré hair done. I’ve never felt more myself or more comfortable in my own skin. My self confidence, which has always been a major issue for me (a topic for another day), quadrupled. Before, I basically hated looking in the mirror, because I was always judging myself. Now I love seeing my ‘peacock hair’ reflecting back at me. It’s helped me learn to love myself more and to not judge myself so harshly. In short, it’s helped me embrace who I am. I won’t being going back to (entirely) natural colored hair any time soon…maybe not ever. I love it too much. I love the way it makes me feel. It’s amazing how one small change can result in such a massive shift in perception.

Whatever form(s) of self-expression you prefer—art, music, tattoos, rainbow hair, no hair, beards, suits & ties…the list goes on and on—just remember this: be yourself. Find your truth and own it. Do and wear whatever makes you the best version of yourself. And be kind. Try not to judge people, especially those different from you. They are what makes this world of ours so interesting. Embrace the difference.


Adopt a Shelter Pet Day

In celebration of Adopt a Shelter Pet Day, here are a few recent pictures of my kids! Each one is a rescue, and each one–while often a pain in the ass–has made my life so much better. I can’t imagine not having them to greet me when I come home each day, or to snuggle with when it’s cold or when I’m feeling down. They are my babies & I would do anything for these crazy, obnoxious, four-legged kids!

Ellie May, aka ‘The Brat’

Duke Seamus, my poor, blind snuggler.

And my protective giant, Buster Jacob.


Don't grow up.

Being an adult kind of sucks sometimes. Most of time, it seems. And maybe it feels that way to me, because I don’t think I’m very good at adulting. (It’s a word, I swear, regardless of what spell check tries to tell you. It’s even the title of a book.) I have felt stuck for the last several years, in some weird limbo-like state fueled by depression and terrible eating habits and laziness.

But things are starting to change. I’M changing, or growing, however you want to put it. I honestly think my mom kind of kicked things off for me, I think it was around Thanksgiving, though it doesn’t matter when exactly it was. She simply told me that things were going to be different for me this year, that they were going to get better. And, surprise, surprise, mom was right. Go ahead and gloat a little, Mama, I think you deserve it this time. 🙂

Me #adult #unicorn

At 27.5 years of age, I feel like I’m finally starting to become a adult. It’s happening slowly, but one step at a time, right?! My mum should be so proud! (Hey, at least it’s happening before I hit 30!) Major adulthood milestone recently achieved: I finally opened a savings account and set up regular deposits. I KNOW, go me! 10 POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!

I was planning on a short, two-sentence post, and now it’s grown into this. Maybe it’s the start of a new phase of writing? I won’t say one way or another, their’s no reason for commitment. I think I’ll just go with the flow.

QOTD: A bruise in your mind.


from The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides. (image via Buzzfeed)

Pictures from my weekend with the Gilmore Girls!