Travel, Uncategorized, Writing

Vague, Blurry, Pretty Daydreams. 

A few weeks ago, while reading a masterpiece of a novel by John Green, I re-read one of the best quotes of my entire life. I automatically picked up my pen and quickly jotted down the brief, but precise, incredible words. Having a pen and notebook nearby has become a necessity of mine while I am reading. I learned long ago that just because you hear something significant and think you will never forget it, you are almost always ninety-nine percent wrong. I can’t tell you how many notebooks, random scrap pieces of paper, receipts, and even pages in my daily planner have words and sentences significant to maybe even no one but myself, scratched across their margins. 

I can tell right away when I read something that I know I want to remember. And I knew this quote was something I wanted to write in huge, bold, underlined, letters across everything I owned. 

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”

-Mary Oliver

How is it possible for a question to be so perfectly poised and not set your mind whirling? Answer: not possible. Last year I turned twenty-two, finally able to sing Taylor Swift’s 22 at the top of my lungs and have the time of my life while enjoying the perfectly incredible feeling of having the rest of my life in front of me. But in the back of my mind, I realized that I was already dreading being 23. That’s me, I thought. Always looking towards the future while forgetting to enjoy my present to it’s fullest. I decided then, that I would make the best out of my twenty-second year of living, my twenty-third and twenty- fourth year and so on. I would have no regrets about the way I spent this decade of my life. 

Six months after I made this decision, I realized that in that time, I had spent 23 of those days traveling to three different countries, two continents, and also taking a trip along the entire East Coast. It’s always been a dream of mine to travel the world and I was finally doing it! And then I wasn’t. One of the best feelings in the world is dropping your luggage by the door, climbing into your pajamas, and sleeping the night away in bed that has been patiently waiting for your arrival since the day you left on the start of your adventures. And one of the worst feelings in the world is waking up in that bed the next morning and realizing that your adventures are over. 

The first week of December found me arriving back from an incredible trip to Kenya, Africa and immediately falling into the holidays. This continued through the first part of January, the days whirling away, busy celebrating, planning, and ringing in the new year with goals, plans, hopes, and dreams. 

And   Then   Everything   Slowed   Down. 

One day I was busy celebrating the new year and new possibilities and the next day, I felt stuck in routine, drowning in everyday mediocrity. And then, I read this quote, quickly scratched in down, and realized that making the most out of your life doesn’t mean only taking trips around the world and checking countries and continents and activities off your Bucket List. Making the most of your life means that you spend every day of your life making the most of every moment in your one wild and precious life. 

The book I am currently reading was the flame to the spark that Mary Oliver’s quote placed into my life. The book is called Thirty Things Every Woman Should Have and Should Know By The Time She’s 30, and I highly recommend it to every woman out there, especially those in their 20’s. Among those on the list, including A Decent Piece of Furniture Not Previously Owned By Anyone Else In Your Family (Check! Go me!), is A Youth You Are Content To Move Beyond, and this chapter resonated in my heart, as this subject has been on my mind so often as of late. In the spirit of no regrets, I want to be content with the end of my twenties and also content with moving beyond them. 

“Youth is not the blossom, but the bud, and though one cannot always be young and wild, if you are willing to learn, to grow, to outrun the mileposts of your own wildest dreams, you can always be winsome and lucky, lovely and free.” 

-ZZ Packer 

And from me: while you are budding, and growing, and learning, and making the most out of your one wild and precious life, don’t forget the vague, blurry, and pretty daydreams that may not be reality right now, but that give you the chance to make big plans, dream big things, and look forward to the future with a sense of excitement and accomplishment, and the absence of regret. 

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Flying.

I believe that everyone has something that can bring them back to a specific place or time in an instant.

That something, whatever it is, may seem completely insignificant to anyone else, but to you, sends butterflies to your stomach, your pulse racing, and your mind traveling a hundred miles an hour.

Until last night, I had been in a strange mood that I didn’t quite know how to shake. Until I found my something.

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It was a bit chilly, but somewhere deep down, I had a feeling that taking this trail off the beaten path would be the best thing to happen to me in ages.

I realized today that I haven’t been able to get away like I used to.
College in East Texas wasn’t the greatest, but it was perfect for the days and nights when all I wanted to do was disappear. It was an easy thing, jumping in my car and heading down my favorite back country road. Windows down, music up, the night air taking me away from the crazy little world I sometimes felt trapped in. People and problems drifted away on nights like those.
There was only one other thing that could make me feel this way.
Swing sets.
Childish to some, swing sets became a getaway for me.
There is something about the feeling of a swing beneath, the sky above, and my eyes wide open and taking in God’s magnificent handiwork that completely thrills me.
I realized that in the midst of this life I am now living, the traffic, the street lights, the busy people, the never sleeping city, somehow, I lost a little part of myself. I lost the girl that could get away. I lost the girl that could lose track of the time while marveling at the perfect alignment of those three bright stars in Orion’s Belt. I lost the girl that felt like she could fly away from her problems one swing at a time.

But tonight, I got that piece of myself back.

So here’s to the swing sets in our lives. The somethings. Those things that take us back and remind us of perfect moments and beautiful memories. Those things that spark our hearts in ways and places we had forgotten.

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Leaves.

I was a tree in the winter season,
Missing its leaves.
Broken and ugly without you,
Wanting you back with me.
Summer time came again,
Hearing your voice on the phone after a week of silence.
Talking about change and promising to work things out.
The winter time finally ended and I stepped off the train and my leaves started to grow grow grow until my branches were covered from trunk to tip and I was beautiful again.
You held my hands and I had never been happier in all my life.
Later I realized that summer didn’t last forever.
The comforting sound of the leaves rustling in the summer breeze would die out and the harsh winter wind would make me shiver and miss the comfort that came with having your leaves.

All alone and bracing the bitter wind, the tree contemplated winter.
Months passed and she became harsh and ugly again.
The winter season seemed to be lasting longer than normal.
The tree cried bitter tears and began to hate winter.
She held anger and hurt in her heart and was mad at the summer season for not coming sooner.
She became so mad at summer that she began to blame him for the hurt and anger she felt inside.
She didn’t realize that every tree has to go through seasons, whether they like it or not.
She couldn’t enjoy the snow that gently drifted past her brances and took residence upon them.
She continued to be hurt and angry at summer until one day, she noticed that the leaves were just starting to grow again. “Just go away!” she shouted inwardly.
She wouldn’t let the leaves see that she had noticed them, even though she saw each and every one.
Weeks passed and the tree became so tired of hiding her true feelings.
And then, one day, she noticed the warmth of the summer sun and realized that she had forgotten just how much she had loved and missed summer.
“I’m sorry summer, I’m so sorry!” She cried.
She apologized to summer and immediatly thought of how long she had wasted wallowing away in bitterness.
After apologizing to the summer leaves, she felt happy once again.

Only, this time around, she knew that summer would leave her once again.
Seasons come and trees don’t get to decide when leaves should stay and when they should go.
Winter always has a purpose.

In the beginning, I thought you would last forever.
The first winter was short and I missed you so much and I was so happy when you came back.
The second winter was harsh, bitter, and lonely and seemed to go on and on and on until I just couldn’t bare the cold any longer. My branches were so bare and ugly and bitter.

I am now a tree in the spring time. I am caught in between the summer and winter seasons. Elation and sadness.

The leaves are starting to grow again, only, the tree has become guarded because she knows that the leaves will never last forever.
They come and go, season by season.
You were one of the happiest seasons of my life.
You comforted me and made me beautiful and together we were perfect.
Then came the fall breeze that gently plucked the leaves off the tree one by one and changed things forever.
I know that there will be more seasons in my life.
Most of them, more than likely, not involving you.
I am a tree that is becoming used to the changing of the seasons.
A tree that now understands that in life, seasons will always be there.
Some bring joy, some pain, and some promise.
I am a tree in the spring time waiting for my new set of leaves.
Guarded against falling in love, wanting to love again,
And reminiscing on summers past.

Thank you for the wonderful summer seasons that you have been to me.
I hope the next seasons in your life bring you happiness and joy, like you gave me.
Thank you for your leaves.


I was driving down the road today, and the lyrics from a song I have heard multiple times jumped out at me.

“You are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need.” 

Wow. Immediately, this piece I had written over two years ago came to my mind. I wrote this sitting in my car, junior year of college, after a long day at work. It had been months since my boyfriend and I had broken up, and needless to say, the relationship didn’t “end well,” to put it lightly. I was bitter for months. The saying “Bitterness is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.” had never been more fitting in a situation. I remember wishing I could erase the past two years of my life. The good memories, the bad memories, everything. I wanted them gone.

It was almost four months to the day that we broke up that it finally dawned on me that I didn’t want to live with resentment for even one more day. I remember feeling the weight lift. I could actually feel the smile on my face. I almost floated up the steps to my dorm room that day.

It was only a few days later that I wrote “Leaves.”  It was all suddenly clear to me. Winter always has a purpose. As much as I wanted to erase the past, it would always be there. I had a choice. I could either try and push it to the back of my mind, never to be thought of again, or I could reminisce on the good times, and learn a valuable lesson from the “winter seasons.” Everything happens for a reason. That relationship changed me for the better, even though I couldn’t see it at the time. I can now look back at it and be thankful for that season in my life.

I am a tree in the spring time waiting for my new set of leaves.
Guarded against falling in love, wanting to love again,
And reminiscing on summers past.

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The Road to Anywhere.

Wake up late, thinking
Will this ever end?
Punching the clock,
Can’t think this early.
Stumble through
Morning Routines.
Flyaway hairs,
Spray them down,
You must look presentable.
Coffee in hand,
The road to work
Never changes.
Daily Routines,
Office chairs,
Four walls,
Dreaming of 5 o’clock.
Meetings and planning and
Organizing for tomorrow.
More routines.
No more routines.
Stop the routines.
Leaving the office and
You can’t help but think,
Routines are for the
Responsible.
The Sensible.
5 o’clock means
Shutting the office door behind you.
Getting in the car,
To take the same
Never changing road
To go back and prepare for the
Next day of
Never changing Routines.
But not tonight.
Tonight you
Make up your mind
To Get Lost.
You roll down your windows and
Get lost in the music.
Get lost in adventure.
Get lost in the moment.
This night is for you.
No routines.
No responsibility.
Let loose the flyaway hairs,
You’re on The Road to Anywhere.

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Music, New England, Travel, Uncategorized

Seaside bliss.

Do you know the feeling you get when you hear the beginning of your alarm clock and you can’t even be angry that you have to wake up from your slumber because the song gently easing you into consciousness is so absolutely perfect that you sleepily participate in Four Beautiful Minutes of Musical Bliss before you open your eyes and greet the day with a smile on your face, perfect morning light streaming across the bed from the open balcony doors, and the smell of the seaside on the early morning breeze?

I hadn’t either,
Until I woke up in Maine.

(Also, I don’t think I’ve ever formed so long a sentence as the one above.)

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Morning Seaside Bliss.

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A Walk to the Ocean.

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I’m sitting in this dull office reminiscing and listening to my Seaside playlist and dreaming of the New England coast and I miss the ocean so badly, can I just go back now?

(Run on sentence above and I’m okay with that.)

The Perfect Seaside Tunes In My Opinion:
• Budapest – George Ezra
• You Got What I Need – Joshua Radin
• In Your Arms – Kina Grannis
• Boston – Augustana
• How I Became The Sea – Owl City
• Now That You’re Gone – Ryan Adams
• The Story – Brandi Carlile
• I Need You – M83
• Count Me In – Early Winters
• Take Me Somewhere Nice – Sky Sailing
• 1957 – Milo Greene
• Tennis Elbow – Sky Sailing

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High Hopes.

Do you know the songs that change you?

The songs that rock you to your absolute core? The songs you know that when you hear them years, and even decades later, you will remember the exact place and time where you heard the first words of the opening verse?

There is a feeling that each one of these melodies leaves with your soul. A feeling that will be exactly the same whether you hear it tomorrow, or fifteen years from now.

I have known only three or four of these songs in my life, and I was lucky enough to discover another lyrical masterpiece tonight.

But I’ve got high hopes
It takes me back to when we started
High hopes, when you let it go
Go out and start again
High hopes when it all comes to an end
But the world keeps spinning around

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Not ready, but now.

There is no such thing as ready, there is only now.

I have never been ready to start a blog. I have never filled a whole journal. Don’t get me wrong, I treasure the feel of blank pages and the sight of stacks of notebooks waiting to be filled, but time has a way of getting away from me day after day as my entries slowly dwindle into Oblivion. I don’t like New Years Resolutions, and I like doing things only because I want to do them. I have days that I want to do nothing but have a Hot date with Netflix (Hello Valentines Day…), and then there are days like yesterday where I want to Conquer the entire Creative World, so I re-pot some plants (aka give my Plant Children new homes), cook Banana (thanks, Gwen) Chocolate Chip Muffins (aka heaven in your mouth), add some tasteful touches to vintage paintings I scored for $2 a piece, read books (more on my 2015 Book Reading Challenge later), and download Every Single Thing recorded by my new favorite music Artist, St. Lucia (Spotify FTW).

This blog came about by the suggestions of two of my bests, H and A.

H started a blog recently (www.lifeisjustdarling.wordpress.com) which you should check out! She is currently living in Okinawa, Japan (awesome, right?!) and helping the missionaries there. She’s my Kindred, and is living the Island Life Dream right now. Definitely someone you want to check out!

has been telling me to blog for oh, A Million Years, and gave me a deadline to have it running by February 1st. (Persuasive huh?) So, here you go, A, February 2nd will have to do!

Honorable Mention: My Highschool Best, K who made a pact with me during Senior Year to Travel the World Together. We’ve been doing great So Far, and I’m looking forward to Ireland 2016! You + Me & The World, K.

And now, More on Non-New Years Resolutions (because Hello, it’s already February).

I’m literally the most Un-Tech Savvy Person You Have Ever Met, besides maybe my Father. (I recently finished the book Paper Towns by John Green -a MUST- so please forgive the Margo-Style Punctuation.) My computer is currently on the fritz and I don’t own an iPad, yet! (Hello, Income Tax!) but, I am determined for my words to be in the world of The Great and expansive internet, even if only read by pre-mentioned H and A. 

So, Welcome! I’m Corina, by the way. Twenty-two and a Fanatic for All Things Creative. Born in Texas and I love giraffes (and even kissed one in Kenya, Africa last year!), I’ve been in one long term relationship that didn’t end the Greatest, and I wasted entirely too much time getting over Him. I write things occasionaly. I might post them occasionally. I recently read something on HelloGiggles (which I am on WAY too often, Thank You Zooey Deschanel, aka My Fashion Role Model for Life) about why being in Your Twenties is the greatest time in Your Entire Life. I’m only just beginning my twenties, I have a propensity to spend all my time thinking of the countries I want to visit, the sights I want to see, the road trips I want to take, etc. etc. So, I’ve decided to Travel my Twenties (check my Instagram @travelingmytwenties for photos of all my Adventures) and spend the Next Eight Years of my life doing whatever I want whenever I want. Basically living the Greatest Life I Can. My Heart is definitely En Route to the next destination at all times. I’ve currently been to three countries, two continents besides my own, and about 20 of the 50 United States of America. (I’ll have to figure that list out soon). I’ve never been kissed, so if someone could send me undercover back to highschool so I can meet a darling teacher, fall in love, unintentionally break his heart, write an article to persuade him of my love, and be kissed for the first time in front of hundreds in the middle of a baseball field by the love of my life, That’d Be Great.

So if you want to see pictures and read about my Babies (okay, single-lady-word for Plants), my Resilient and Brave fish, Gilbert, the never-ending Wanderlust and my travels, thrift store makeovers, yum recipes, my latest music fling, or basically Anything I’m Currently Obsessed with, pull up a chair, sip a cup of tea (mmmm Chai Lattes), and enjoy!

Remember, you may not be Ready to do something, but the time to start is Now.

With Love from A Gypsy Heart & A Restless Soul,

C

P. S. Hopefully you can read this amongst all my (thoughts)

Also, currently listening to this On Repeat:

 

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