Summer Bucket List

IMG_0150Even as a post-grad, summer break-less working girl, there is something about summer that screams adventure.

The promise of romantic warm nights and blissful summer afternoons permeate through the walls of my cubicle and beg me to start living a little more instead of spending my free time stuffing my face and watching Netflix. 

I have made some extreme positive life changes lately (more on that later) and with this new release from unhealthy habits, I find myself just wanting live, and live beautifully. When I was in college I used to make bucket lists of things I wanted to try out or accomplish and it led to some of the best times of my life!

I want to bring that idea back into my adult life, so without further ado, here is my Summer 2014 Bucket List. I hope to document my way through this list on the blog. So here goes nothing! 

 

2014 Summer Bucket List 

  • Go to a Dodger game 
  • Do a fun run  (blog post to come!)
  • Swim in the La Jolla caves 
  • Six Flags Magic Mountain 
  • Go hiking someplace new 
  • Sleep under the stars
  • Swim in the ocean, go to the beach more
  • Vegas 
  • Go to a music festival 
  • Kiss someone new 
  • Lose 15 pounds 
  • Try a new fitness class (pilates, kickboxing etc.) 
  • Try one of the restaurants/bars on my ongoing Bucket List 
  • Get tan 
  • See Manhattan Beach Six-Man tournament 
  • Read one new fiction book
  • Read one new non-fiction book 
  • Visit the Getty Museum or another art museum 
  • Get a new tattoo 

Summer is supposed to be about doing things, being active, being adventurous, exploring and really, truly enjoying being a twenty something. I encourage anyone who reads this to create a bucket list of their own, or at least start going out there and trying something new :) 

Cheers to you, summer two thousand fourteen. 

“Do I Wanna Know?” – Arctic Monkeys

Have you got colour in your cheeks?
Do you ever get that fear that you can’t shift
The type that sticks around like summat in your teeth?
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Have you no idea that you’re in deep?
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week
How many secrets can you keep?
‘Cause there’s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep
Spilling drinks on my settee

Do I wanna know
If this feeling flows both ways?
Sad to see you go
Was sort of hoping that you’d stay
Baby we both know
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day

Crawling back to you

Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few?
‘Cause I always do
Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I’ve thought it through

Crawling back to you

So have you got the guts?
Been wondering if your heart’s still open and if so I wanna know what time it shuts
Simmer down and pucker up
I’m sorry to interrupt. It’s just I’m constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you
I don’t know if you feel the same as I do
But we could be together if you wanted to

Do I wanna know
If this feeling flows both ways?
Sad to see you go
Was sort of hoping that you’d stay
Baby we both know
That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day

Do I wanna know?
Too busy being yours to fall
Sad to see you go
Ever thought of calling darling?
Do I wanna know?
Do you want me crawling back to you?

“Wasted” – Tiesto

I like us better when we’re wasted
It makes it easier to fake it
The only time we really talk
Is when our clothes are coming off

I like us better when we’re wasted
It makes it easier to say it
Lay all your laundry on the bed
And then I’ll lay in it instead
I like us better when we’re wasted

You are a glass half empty
Sipping my ocean dry
Emotionally spent me
Til none of our planets could align
But I could stand you one more night

I like us better when we’re wasted
It makes it easier to say it
Lay all your laundry on the bed
And then I’ll lay in it instead
I like us better when we’re wasted

You are a catch 22
Either way I miss out
All of the grief I’d give you
Is energy I can live without
But I could stand you one more night

I like us better when we’re wasted
It makes it easier to say it
Lay all your laundry on the bed
And then I’ll lay in it instead
I like us better when we’re wasted

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I was being a total lurk on Facebook and happened upon one of my old friends from college who was tagged in some photos. I clicked through mindlessly until it suddenly it me — Despite nights turned into mornings, hours of conversation, dozens of secrets shared, tears and laughter rolled into one — I don’t know this person anymore. And it’s both brutally heartbreaking and apathetically expected at the same time.

Isn’t it weird how you can know someone so deeply and relate to them so intimately and then two years later it’s like they may as well be strangers because they are, in fact, strangers? I am new to this phenomenon but I am sure it is something I will encounter frequently as I go forth into adulthood. 

When you invest enough time, emotion and commitment to an individual, you are giving a piece of yourself to them. You are allowing them to change you and vice versa. You are experiencing life together, learning and celebrating wins. You are giving the finger to fate when things are just not going your way. You are eating fast food at 2 a.m. because you are young and alive and that means your metabolism is on crack. You are becoming more of you who are, because of these people you have let connect with you in so many aspects of your life. 

And then all of a sudden, for myriad reasons, that person has disappeared from your life. You stop talking, you stop hanging out and you aren’t there to see what else life has to throw at them, and they are not there to see how you’re doing either. You don’t share their highs, their lows, their revelations and their stupidity. You don’t see them fixing their flaws or falling into new vices. Time goes by and as you live your life you begin to change and they begin to change and while you’re dating, working and dealing with life they are doing the same until suddenly, months or years later, you are a different person. And so are they. And the only thing you know you have in common with them is that you are a completely changed individual than who you were when you were with them. It is jarring to realize that 80% of the people in your current life know 0% of the life your past friendships were a part of. 

I don’t know what music they like, what movies they have seen recently, how their dreams and goals have changed or stayed the same. I don’t know if they are emotionally okay or if they need help with something. I know nothing. I am not privilege to the inner workings of their minds and hearts anymore. 

As I sit here and ruminate on those haunting Facebook photos — the ones of a stranger who happens to look like someone I knew inside and out — I think about my weekend. I spent a large portion of it at work and jumping hoops in many ways. My co-workers know me as this happy-go-lucky and confident individual and I can affirm that yes, that is who I am a lot of the time. But they aren’t aware of what it took to get me from the insecure college freshman I was to who I am now. 

After work I went to grab a couple drinks with some high school friends. They have changed a lot too and we are very different from each other, but they have consistently been in my life and I am able to adapt to these changes because I am still connected with them. And yet even they do not know how much I learned and grew in college — they were not there for that. 

And it is crazy to think that the two people who knew all of my struggles, saw all of my flaws, accepted me at my best and worst, who experienced some of the most memorable collegiate events of my life, who pulled all-nighters studying, who raced foolishly down the highway at 2 a.m. with me, who ate countless lunches, dinners and brunches with me, who played such influential roles in the way I see myself and how I interact with and treat others, those important people in my life, are not around anymore. 

They have NO idea who I am or what I am going through in my life. And I do not know who they are or what they are experiencing in theirs. 

Facebook gives us the false impression that we are aware of what’s going on in our friends’ and acquaintances’ lives but the truth is, unless we are speaking to these people and having real conversations with each other, we have no idea whose profiles we are really looking at. We haven’t the faintest idea of what is going on at the core of their lives. And for the most part, that’s a good thing. We don’t want or need to know the inner workings of Bob from Psychology 101 or what’s going on with Susie from that one time we went to Vegas. We don’t know and we don’t care. 

But the people who used to be our “bffs?” The people who we barely talked to on Facebook because we were so busy getting to know each other and were so in contact in real life? 

It’s weird to see their photos and see how they have physically changed and yet not know a thing about who they really are. All I can say is, I hope they are happier and doing even better than when we were friends.

As for myself? I don’t know if they think about me ever. I don’t know if anyone from my past is asking the same questions about me. I am happy where I’m at. I am meeting new people, learning new things, losing weight healthily and about to dive into a few new adventures in the next couple of weeks. I am growing and experiencing life and hope to go even deeper into what the world has to offer. I have dreams, fears, insecurities, highs and lows that a few people know about, but the people who used to be the first and only individuals to know all of that, are strangers. 

It has been two years since my world began changing without them. 

It will be decades of change and by the time Facebook dies out we may have forgotten we were in each others lives at all. 

What qualifies a good weekend?

Everyone has a different idea of what a good weekend is. But here is what I think qualifies a good 2.5 days off work: 

Being able to sleep in. Working and/or playing outside in the sunshine. Listening to music and completely cleaning your house. Buying all your groceries on a Sunday afternoon for the week ahead. Drinking jack & coke with your co-workers at a Friday happy hour. Watching your happy hour extend until closing with good conversation and adventures you haven’t experienced in months. Dancing in a loud club with your girlfriends. Cooking pancakes and eggs after a crazy night out. Sleeping on the beach. Dinner with your best friends. Planning out your week ahead. Washing your car. Walking your dog. Getting your nails done. Going for a hike. Going to a party. Seeing that movie you’ve been dying to watch. Starbucks coffee in the morning. Church. Peace. Chaos. Living out of your car. Not leaving your house once. Being happy with wherever you are. 

You need to squeeze responsibility and fun into a 48-hour window. So make sure it doesn’t go to waste by doing something you don’t enjoy doing (unless you have to… like taxes, for instance.) But really, just do what makes you feel alive, do what reminds you why you’re happy you’re alive and just allow yourself to breathe and be happy for a little while. 

Work isn’t everything ;) 

Happy Tuesday <3 

You may not kno…

You may not know ‘who you are’ or what you want to become, but you know what makes you happy and what makes you feel sad. You know the difference between feeling empowered and feeling weak. You know what your vices are. You know what your motivators are. Start there. What makes you happy and alive are traits unique to your personality, and your personality and innate desires are the building blocks to your journey to finding yourself.

-Me.