2016 “Resolutions”

I smile when I hear people speak of their new year’s resolutions. So many have become calloused after many failed attempts to follow through with their goals. Year after year we have the best of intentions. It’s as if the new start makes everything fresh…including our faith in ourselves. I for one, think that it’s a beautiful thing to see people who are willing to try again.

I am one of those people. My biggest struggle thus far has been my health and my weight. Between gym memberships, Pinterest motivation boards, protein shakes, fitness challenges, cleanses, and more, I have tried and failed many times. Luckily I have had just enough success to know what I am capable of. That is enough for me to never stop trying. I have my moments of weakness and I am currently in the midst of my longest “weak streak” ever. I have lacked motivation for too long now. I’ve set goal dates for improvement and watched as they passed me by. However I refuse to accept this rut that I’ve been stuck in. Physically, I feel awful. I know what I have to do and I am going to be one of the thousands who set their goals high for the new year.

My fitness goals go hand in hand with every other goal I have. In 2016, I want to continue to learn and grow and pave the way for my future. I can’t do any of this if I don’t take care of myself mentally AND physically. I know I am not an expert on these things but I have decided to start a list of everything that I am committing myself to doing in order to get myself to where I need to be. I have no doubt that this list will grow but this will do for a start.

For my health goals:

  • I will do no less than 5 hours of exercise/physical activity every week
  • I will cut out bad carbs (pasta, bread, rice, and all other bad sugary things)
  • I will plan my meals and shop for groceries instead of eating out
  • Goodbye fast food! I’ll miss you for a minute (trust me, it passes!)
  • I will make sure that I get all the vitamins and nutrients that I need
  • I will keep a written journal to track all that I do!

For my overall personal enrichment:

  • Throughout 2016, I will visit at least 10 places I’ve never been before
  • I will pour more into my artistic side and  create at least one piece of art each month
  • I will finish every book that I currently own and have not read
  • I will make time to volunteer for good causes as often as possible
  • I will complete my college courses with a B+ or higher
  • I will set aside money into my savings each week
  • I will always have something to give to those who are less fortunate (whether it’s a dollar, a sandwich, or a warm pair of gloves…I’ll show generosity every chance I get)
  • I won’t waste my days with idleness
  • I will chase more sunsets and wake up for more sunrises
  • I will savor every moment with my friends and family
  • I’ll make sure the people who mean the most, always know that I love them
  • I will live with purpose
  • I will live without regret.

I don’t expect 100% perfection but if I fall I will get up and I will keep pushing forward. My expectations are high and I am determined to meet them. In the grand scheme of things, I want this to be a year full of growth and love and some really awesome times. I want to make a positive difference in this world in whatever way I can, big or small. Time is precious and this life is precious and I will never take any of this for granted.

As you set your resolutions for 2016, I wish you nothing but strength and peace. I ask that you give it all you’ve got but above all, never stop trying!



Goodbye 2015

As this year winds down and we prepare our hearts and minds for a new start, I wanted to take a moment to reflect on this year. I came into 2015 in a relationship that I thought would last long past June 19th. Alas, that was not the case. I won’t take you through the ups and downs that lead up to us parting ways but I will tell you that we had both become unhappy people. The love I had for her was real and it was hard to let go of. But that doesn’t mean that we were meant to be. I was in constant battle with myself and I felt guilty because I knew that I was shutting down but I didn’t know how to stop. The break-up wasn’t quite as painful as what came directly after. Yet I found myself feeling grateful for that pain because that pain is what pushed me forward and gave me the strength to truly let go and move on. Despite the mix of feelings that I had to go through, my ex’s honesty enabled me to move on without anger. I have respect for people who are honest even when it goes against their better judgement. It’s easy to live by the mentality that “what you don’t know won’t hurt you”. But I have found that there is freedom in complete honesty. The truth may hurt but it also facilitates the healing process.

Our break-up was a significant turning point in my year. It coincided with a 5-month health scare. I had been going through some serious complications and my first doctor’s appointment was scheduled a week after our split. That appointment offered no peace of mind and the next few months consisted of a series of tests, scans, and even a surgery. I am beyond happy to say that in the end, all was well. I have no serious health problems and everything is back to normal.

Being single again means a lot to me. To some it means being alone, starting over, and/or getting back into the dating pool. To me it means living for myself and making decisions without regard for someone who I once shared a life with. Being the free spirited gypsy girl that I am, I tend to prefer this freedom. However, when I’m with someone, I consider them in everything I do…whether it’s plans for the weekend or plans for the following year, my person will always be a part of my decision-making.

Being on my own prompted me to think about the future as well as the present. I’ve been lucky enough to be a part of some awesome things this year. This was my second year participating in the Chris4Life Annual Scope It Out 5k (for colon cancer awareness), and it was also my second year participating in Relay for Life. I had a chance to do some volunteer work with the NC Harm Reduction Coalition (which I plan to do more of in the upcoming year). These are the type of things that I want to pour into for 2016.

Throughout this crazy roller coaster of a year, my future endeavors are becoming more and more clear. So as I exit 2015, I’m taking new vision along with late nights that turned into early mornings, spontaneous roadtrips, drunk kisses, heartfelt moments, sad goodbyes, happy reunions, and countless adventures! Overall 2015 was a great year. Every year has its ups and downs but I am happy to say that the highs have certainly outweighed the lows. Here’s wishing you all the best 2016 you could possibly dream of!



As I sit here going through ideas for this post, I feel like the natural flow of things would lead me to tell you about Kayla. After all, she had such a huge part in the making of who I am today.

Kayla was the whitest island girl I’ve ever seen. (I say that with the utmost love!) Her mother married my uncle and he adopted her at a very young age. She grew up with us. All of our family parties and gatherings were held in their backyard. It was in the middle of no where and we could play our music as loud as we wanted and we could dance as long as we wanted. She was a snarky little kid who would call you out if she saw you doing something wrong (this never changed). She was also a daddy’s girl, a lover of horses, a mother of cats, and I watched her grow up to be such a sweet (and slightly spicy) soul. 

It’s weird how the younger generation catches up to mine. I know that I’m older and I know that I’ve matured over the years. But despite the significant age gap, I feel like they just keep catching up and I keep standing still. Kids that once sat on my lap are now adults who hang out with me. Regardless of my adult responsibilities, it’s as if we aren’t so far apart any more. It was like that with Kayla. We were kindred spirits and we just clicked. She became my sidekick we did so much together. I watched her open her heart to people without judgement or hesitation. I watched her forgive when it wasn’t deserved. And I watched her hold me at the lowest point of my life. She had my back like no other and she never thought twice about it.

Things took a turn when Kayla was diagnosed with colon cancer at the age of 18. I’ll never forget that phone call. But more so than that, I’ll never forget her first surgery to remove part of her colon, when the doctor told us it was already stage 4 and it had spread. I can’t come close to telling you what that was like, but I can tell you that it was the worst pain I had ever felt. I was angry and confused…..unbelievably confused. How could we be getting this bad news when there were so many people praying? People were in church lighting candles! Everyone I know was praying that this surgery would be successful and fix the problem. She was only 18. There was no way that could be her fate! We were shocked to say the least.

Although I can’t remember the exact timelines, she was given a short one to live if she chose not to go through chemo, and I believe about a year or two with chemo. She chose to fight. She took the treatments and she continued to live her life to the fullest. She kept going to school and she kept working as long as she was able. She was so determined and I’ve never seen anyone with so much ambition and drive, regardless of her circumstances. Not only that, but she continued to be so selfless. I’ve never seen anything like it. She could be in the hospital, battling insomnia due to all of her meds, and she would say something like “take care of yourself, you need to get plenty of rest!” I would look at her with bewilderment, as if she was crazy. This girl was fighting for her life yet she was concerned for MY well-being!

I struggled with this…all of this. I fought depression and I kept a straight face for her and the rest of our family. We were all going through it together and we all dealt with it the best way we knew how. I just wanted to be strong for her. We finally had a very emotional talk about the reality of everything. We both cried our eyes out. I didn’t want her to know what I was holding in but she actually felt better knowing that someone else was feeling just as low as she felt and she wasn’t carrying it alone.

Her battled ended on November 2, 2012….just a little over 2 months before she would’ve turned 21. The greatest gift I’ve ever received, was being able to be there…to thank her for everything she had ever done for me…and to tell her how much she meant to me. I held her as she took her last breath in that cancer-ridden body. I held her as her spirit finally found freedom. And as much as I wish she was still here, there is a selfless part of me that is so happy that she doesn’t have to suffer any more. I still miss her every single day. I still have days when I cry so hard that I can’t even breath. But I’ll bear the pain of missing her because I know she is free.

Kayla taught me how to love, how to live, and how to work hard for what I want. She is the reason that I wake up early every day. She’s the reason I don’t complain and she’s the reason I make my days count. I’m so grateful for this life. It gets hard at times. Every day isn’t perfect and sometimes I fail miserably. But that’s all part of being human. The important thing is that we live….we live with every ounce of our souls and we love with every bit of our hearts. We may have down days but the beautiful thing is, we get a re-do with every sunrise. My happiness isn’t in material things or what others think of me. My happiness is in seeing the beauty that surrounds me, helping people when I can, holding on tightly to the people who love me unconditionally, and letting go of anything that isn’t meant to be. I’ve had my share of life lessons but Kayla was my biggest thus far.


Wild child

I have mad respect for people who can create a blog that focuses on one category (i.e. food, travel, personal advice, “how to”, etc). I truly admire that kind of consistency! However, I can go ahead and tell you that I don’t possess it. This blog will be completely random and all over the place. I may share my personal beliefs today and my favorite recipe tomorrow. All I can tell you is that I am anything but predictable.

Today I’ll continue with the introduction. After all, you still don’t know much about me. The things listed in my first post could apply to any free spirited girl, right?

Well this free spirit was born of roots that are spread out about as far as you could possibly stretch! My mom is from a tiny town in Eastern North Carolina. I grew up on the country side. We had  few neighbors and a lot of cotton fields. Most of my family didn’t (and some still don’t) approve of interracial marriages. To this day, I believe the only thing I got from them is a touch of stubbornness and a lot of freckles. Our views and beliefs couldn’t clash any worse. They love me nonetheless!

My “father” on the other hand, is from a speck on the globe. It’s a teeny tiny island in the middle of the Pacific ocean. My first visit was complete culture shock. It took me about three months to adjust to life there. I was 15 years old and a long way from home.

Thinking back to that time in my life, I’m quite certain that that experience played a significant part in the birth of my gypsy soul. To have left everything I knew at such a young age, and experience a world that was completely foreign, and most importantly, to have adapted and grown to love that world, well, it was empowering to say the least. In retrospect, I have no doubt that it opened my eyes to possibilities. It instilled courage to step out of my comfort zone and it sparked a hunger for more…I’ve been wild ever since.

Who am I?

I’m the girl who chases sunsets, wakes up early for sunrises, and completely geeks out at the sight of the stars! I will always be mesmerized by the way they dance in the sky.

I’m the girl who absolutely adores her family…and believes that the term “family” has nothing to do with blood and everything to do with unfailing, unwavering, and unconditional love.

I’m the walking contradiction who loves security and stability but runs from commitment. I’m the free spirit that panics at the thought of being tied down or held back from living life to the absolute fullest.

I’m the girl who doesn’t entertain negative energy because life is just too fucking short and there’s no time to be anything but happy!

I’m the crabby Cancerian with a hard shell and a soft heart. And when I love…I love hard.

I’m a late night, early morning, spontaneous adventuring, music loving, hot tea drinking, night fishing, adrenaline junkie, deep conversationalist, star-gazing, nature walking, gin and tonic sipping, messy-haired, dancing while no one (or everyone) is looking kind of girl.