Olsen Mania.//

These two are some of my greatest sources of inspiration currently....

(via OlsenAnonymous)

peace.love.joy.

Scarcity.//

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"For me, and for many of us,our first waking thought of the day is 

'I didn't get enough sleep."The next one is 'I didn't get enough time.'

Whether true or not, that thought of not enough occurs to us automatically before we even think to question or examine it. We spend most of the hours and the days of our lives hearing, explaining, complaining, or worrying about what we don't have enough of.....

Before we even sit up in bed, before our feet touch the floor, we're already inadequate, already behind, already losing, already lacking something. And by the time we go to bed at night,

our minds are racing with a litany of what we didn't get, or didn't get done, that day.

We go to sleep burdened by those thoughts and wake up to that reverie of lack....

This internal condition of scarcity, this mind-set of scarcity, lives at the very heart of our jealousies  our greed, our prejudice, and our arguments with life......"

Lynne Twist

Currently Craving....//

Long skirts, comfy & oversized sweaters, and a dark lip.

{zara/zara/cupcakes&cashmere}

On London && Turning Veintidos.//

I write a lot.

Well, I think a lot,

and therefore subsequently write a lot.

My journals all usually have certain melodies

that run through them based on that particular season of life.

I see my journals as an ode to a season...

an expression of where my heart was at,

what I was processing,

what my fears were,

what my dreams were,

and the coming together of it all to create a beautiful adventure found within the bigger

journey I call life.

On looking back at my time here in London,

and what I wrote,

what my heart felt,

saw,

heard,

did,

and overcame...

I stand in awe.

My 21st year of my life was truly one of the hardest ones I have yet to face

(and crossing my fingers will ever have too!)

I felt that everything I knew

came crashing down around me.

I was lost.

Had I really built my life around man-made fortresses

and not something so much greater?

I came to realize that when all you have come to know;

when the world that makes up your life

is no longer there,

well...

it sucks.

And, it did suck.

And, I spent time letting it suck.

I spent time feeling the emotions of it all--

my anger, my bitterness.

I would wake up every day and ask Jesus,

"why?"

I quickly came to learn sometimes you just won't ever understand,

so instead of wallowing and not understanding,

I decided to go on a trust journey.

Could I keep my eyes on what was before me

even when I found myself without sense of foundation,

and without sense of self?

Through this process,

I began to realize that its not so much the understanding of the 'why',

as it is the process from A to B.

The process from pain to the other side

(where trust me, its always much more beautiful).

Ultimately,

I learned that I had to feel the pain,

but after I had squeezed every bit out,

Jesus came in and began to set up a new foundation

and bring love...
 love,

HIS love

always brings with it

immeasurable wholeness.

At the beginning of this year I read a scripture that I have carried with me

through this season.

"He brought me into a broad place;

he rescued me, because he delighted in me."

London has truly been that broad and spacious place for me.

I have delved deep into my heart and faced the hard realities of who I am and

who I want to be.

I quieted myself and began to see my future,

and have such clarity over the things I want to do.

I began to once again have a sense of self,

but a more true one than before.

I am so thankful for the time I have had here,

both externally as well as internally.

I think it's quite fitting that I go home right after I turn 22;

marking the ending of a hard year,

and the beginning of a new one filled with countless adventures around every corner.

I think Lao Tzu sums it up quite nice:

"New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings..."

I am excited for my new beginning I find myself in.

Out of chaos and confusion.

When all the walls I had built around me to protect me,

and to create a sense of identity,

a false sense are no longer there.

Through the pain of ripping those walls down,

and feeling the awkwardness of not having a sense of self or identity.

HE comes and breathes the reality of who we are into us;

He begins to rebuild and reorder with who He says we are,

not our experiences and not the life we were born into.

To this season,

thank you for being you.

Thank you for allowing me the room to breathe,

and to process,

and to reconnect with self.

And, 

to you my 22nd year of life;

I have never been excited for a season in all my life.

Let's do this thing.

peace. love. joy.

Fashion Month Street Style Round Up.//

Once again...

thank you, Tommy Ton.

peace. love. joy.

October.//

peace. love. joy.