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some things never change.

when i was about 3 or 4 i told my mom i wanted curly hair (which of course i have now and curse). i had lovely long hair and she took me to her friend who was a hair stylist. she CHOPPED off all my hair. it was short and curly. i hated it. i never said anything about losing the length. i just wanted beautiful, bouncy curls. she failed to deliver.

when we pulled up to our house i asked my mom if my hair would ever grow back. she said ‘of course!’
so, i told her i’d wait in the car till it did.

obviously, i didn’t quite have a grasp on how time worked…

in fact, my mom was telling me the other day that i used to ask her when i could see various family members and so she would show me on a calendar. she would count the days and at the end of the day she would X that day out to show that it had passed. well, i’m crafty. and impatient. so, i thought i could speed things along by Xing out subsequent days. she tried to explain to me that it wasn’t possible to do that, but i would just look at her absurdly and pull out my trusty (permanent) marker to prove to her that it could be done. she just didn’t know!

i’ve always been impatient. i want what i want and i want it N-O-W. my mom said i destroyed every calendar in our home with my markers and colorful X’s.

this makes me laugh because i’m still a fan of paper calendars and scribbling all over them. yes, i have a smart phone and i keep my digital calendar updated, but i insist on having a paper version as well…

i like that some things never change.

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baba is a badass.

i called my dad to ask him what he’d like to do for father’s day.

first, he tells me that he wants his cancer cured…

me too, dad. more than anything.

but then decides that he’d settle for a jump out of an airplane.

my dad is 72.

and a badass.

look for us in the sky next week!

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that’s my story. and i’m sticking to it.

i’m vulnerable today.

i went to lunch with family and after a couple remarks that rubbed me the wrong way, i found myself in tears.

the tears came as a surprise, but it felt good to cry for a second. albeit, slightly embarrassing.

i know the aforementioned remarks weren’t intended to harm, but the story going on in my head led me down a gloomy path.

on a ridiculously sunny day.

the fact is, my tears had little to do with what was said…it was just raw frustration coming out in a less than pleasing way at a less than opportune time.

thankfully, i snapped out of it and am now off to conquer the world with one of my favorites.

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take that leap.

a bittersweet goodbye.

to one of my newest and dearest friends: your courage inspires me daily. enjoy your adventure. (and bring me back a pirate)

the year that taught me everything. and changed my world. for the better.

and to san diego: i’m headed north for the new year. for opportunity. for family. for me.

sdinla.

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the best gift of all.

two years ago, i got the most tragic news. my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.

it changed my whole world.

for an entire year, i was numb. i didn’t cry. i didn’t feel. i didn’t realize i had completely shut down.

it wasn’t until i met a dear, sweet boy who had experienced love, loss, and lived to tell that i even realized how far removed i was.

he broke my thumb. and broke my heart. wide. open.

he’s no longer in my life, but i think of him every single day. and i’m thankful that even though we didn’t have the ending we once dreamed of, he renewed my hope in love and partnerships. we may not talk. we may not text. but he’ll forever remain in my heart as one of my fondest memories and i wish him all the love and happiness in the world.

merry xxxmas to you. wherever you are.

and thank you. for being my human heater, melting the ice, and breaking down all my walls.