At last, the cliche: think outside the box. My professor who teaches creativity showed this video about how storytelling has become an advertiser’s cliche. “You’re not a fucking storyteller.” Ironically, this video was made by a storytelling organization (Lol @ irony.)
This video really inspired me to be something more than a trend.
Today, I’m wearing a combination of different layers, because A) it was really cold and B) long cardigans are super comfortable. Plus, why not add really comfortable moccasins. (Side note: I bought these shoes about 4 years ago, and they’re still are in shape! Yay!)
Cardigan: Target // Skirt: Urban Outfitters // Shoes: Minnetoka Moccasins //Tank: Gap
Adam Butler, co-founder of the advertising agency The Butler Bros, recommended this article about using creativity for business practices. Lately, I’ve been actually really interested in how creativity plays influences how we think, talk, and express ourselves. Turns out I’m sort of a research nerd, he he he. My creative mostly translates through photography, typography, and writing. I try to make it more cohesive through fashion, but recently inspiration has been flying everywhere.
For starters, I hate the cold. I don’t really see a need for it, really. It kills plants, it makes people sick, and it’s kind of miserable. Can you tell I’m kind of biased?
Maybe it’s the way the sun rises in the cold breeze, I’m not exactly sure, but I’m finally seeing beauty in the cold. The quiet air, warm coffee, and winter fashion, holy guac-a-mole. How have I not noticed this before?
On that note, this Texas cold front is making me so happy. I layered my flannel with a quick duster jacket and a infinity scarf. So warm and so happy. :) So, winter, I guess I kinda sort of like you.
Jacket: Zara // Scarf: Gap // Flannel: u/o // Jeans: Guess // Boots: Cole Haan
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I’m a big sap, I know.
I have always been a strong advocate for reminding people that you care about them and that you’re there if need be. So, of course, I made a themed care package for Jon who recently moved to California. This project was super fun, and if you couldn’t tell from my awesome decorating, I’m sending my love from Texas. :) By the end of the month, it’ll mark our two month long distance relationship. I tried to wrap my head around this thought. “Wow, time flies.”
Although I’ve never been or even considered being in a long distance relationship, I found myself being in one for the first time. Of course, people (and me) were intially very skeptical and opinionated about my relationship. From seeing someone everyday to well, not at all, was to say the least very difficult. However, during this time period, I learned more about myself and moreover, how to be a better partner.
In so and so many words, I think more. I spend time thinking what my goals are, what I want out of my career, and what makes me happy. Moreover, I am able to do things that I haven’t done in awhile such as painting, crafting, or writing. I can’t describe the feeling of losing track of time in a project- I love that. I think sometimes, I get fixated on my relationship, and to a certain extent, it starts becoming unhealthy. Especially in college, I’m still figuring who I want to be, and more importantly learning what my flaws are and how to embrace them.
I learned if your happy with yourself, it makes things easier for any relationship whether it’s with your boyfriend, mother, sister, or friends.
Here are some thoughtful reads that I found extremely insightful.
If anyone is still doing 100 Happy Days Project, how is your journey going? In all honesty, I didn’t realize a small menial project could be so impacting. If you’re willing to share, I’ll love to hear your thoughts.
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Perfection is both a blessing and a curse. It’s trying to be the best person you can be, but also knowing you can’t achieve the idealized version of yourself. I want to be blank, blank, and blank. Except I can choose only 1/3 blanks. That’s the caveat most people forget. Like me.
Like any other normal person, I struggle the fine line in having goals and reaching all my goals. I get anxious when I don’t cross everything on my to-do list. I run at eleven o’ clock at night, just to fit in a quick run. I prepare most of my meals for the week so I can eat healthier. I think I can do it all. When in reality, my body just wants sleep and a night of Netflix with Rory Gilmore and adorable Jess Mariano (the lé bad boy everyone wants).
Of course, I know this. Perfection isn’t achievable, except I really want to be able to do it all. My stubbornness, sigh. Most days, I get five hours of sleep, and I’m mostly okay with that. Except, my body says otherwise. This week, I woke up one morning feeling exhausted, groggy, and a wonderful throbbing cold sore on my face. Okay, body, you win.
Clearly, this was a sign. A very visible sign that I can’t do it all. So, this week I made sure to listen to my body and what it needs. I knew my limits. I planned my time better, and when things didn’t go as planned, I tried my best not to stress.
I ran to clear my head. I did yoga to listen to my body. I wrote in my journal to clear my thoughts.
Sometimes, you need a reminder to take care of yourself. And to know it’s okay, when things go wrong. Imperfections are beauty.
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Sometimes, you just need to hear this. Just like any other day, I read through my blog feed and stumbled something touching, something inspiring.
If you’re going through a breakup or having a bad day, sometimes you just need that extra “I can do this type of inspiration.”
I couldn’t help but grasp my head around her heartbreak and the ‘what do I do now moment?’ It’s amazing how much writing out loud can help, and I’m truly inspired that she shared her story to the public. No, I’m not going through a breakup, but I do understand how hurtful it is to lose someone.
My blog isn’t just a facade for cute outfits and perfectly laid out clothes. I want to share with you what’s raw, what’s genuine.
When it’s a not so awesome day, I always remind myself ‘you’ll be happy again.’ It’s just about timing. Sometimes, I think lucky days are trade-offs. Today’s not your day, but someone else’s. That person is pooping out rainbows and ponies. He/she is drinking a glass of wine and eating a $50 steak. This person needs this day. You’ll have yours tomorrow.
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“Stay close to what keeps you feeling alive.”
I stumbled upon this quote on the Free People blog a couple months ago, and I couldn’t help feel inspired and connected to the sincerity in those 8 words.
This year in particular, things are a little different. My sister and my biggest supporter has moved to Houston, TX. My best friend and coincidental boyfriend moved to California to start his first job. My three best friends are in a five-hour radius from Austin, TX. I was startled by the overwhelming impact that has occurred in a short period of a month.
However, as I continued my routine in going to class and work, I realized there was a different perspective, a sort of ‘freshness,’ in doing things by yourself. As weeks passed, I found myself at peace with experiencing new things and challenging myself to do things I’ve been too stubborn to do or outrightly told myself I would never do (e.g. yoga). Although I’m a big believer in taking chances, I typically find myself gravitating toward being comfortable.
This feeling is very similar to my first day of college. New. Fresh. Scary. Exciting.
These days, I’m feeling independent and at peace. I feel as if I can figure out things on own. Having this independent perspective, again, is truly amazing. I found things that make me happy in insignificant things. A foggy day. Hot coffee. Reading a blogpost about pumpkins. Anything, really.
Moreover, I know, when things turn not so awesome, everyone is really a phone call away. Little reminders do, however, make my day. This week, Jon completely surprised me with beautiful roses. :)
I’m just trying to find beauty in everything I see. And when my photography captures what I see, it’s a pretty awesome feeling. These days, I’m feeling inspired by all my surroundings. Maybe, it’s the dreamy fall weather filled with rich colors, spices, and (more importantly) comfort food. Can anyone say pumpkin bread?!
However, music has been my main muse in terms of writing.
‘The old the young, the brave got stung all around you
The lights fell down upon the world and did surround you
Take care of all the lonely souls and love will hold you
Oh how you walked through the dark and love destroyed you’
Take Care // Tom Rosenthal
Holy guac-a-mole. This song gives me chills.
When life gets a little overwhelming, people have their ‘thing.’ Rather, their ‘go-to.
My comfort zone is blogging. And as you can see, I haven’t been blogging as much as I want, so I”m just a little OVER overwhelmed.
When I first starting writing my blog, I focused on fashion posts and to this date is still my most popular posts. However, what is more important to me is if I can relate to other readers. Every time I write I ask myself, Do my words speak to you? Do you feel inspired? Is there substance within my work? That’s what I really care about.
Lately, my thoughts have been jumbled and scatter-brained, so here’s a letter that I hope speaks to you at some point and time.
Dear readers or whomever,
When life catches you by surprise, you take it for what it is. Especially when things turn not so-so great. When I would vent to my dad, he would tell me (in so and so many words) ‘It is what it is, shit happens. You deal with the cards you are dealt with.’
Today, I was sipping my cup of coffee trying to take my dad’s advice into mind. I remind myself ‘wow, you’re alive. you’re healthy. you can do this. keep your shit together.’ And this eureka moment struck.
A lesson about luck. In my creativity class, my professor defined it not by chance but rather the type of individuals. Luck is found by people who seek opportunities. Individuals who are positive and who look for something out nothing.
Maybe, sometimes, you have to find those opportunities and make you’re own luck.
Just a little thought to think about.
Portraits. I honestly didn’t realize how mere portraits can reveal such a telling story.
A couple of months ago, Humans of New York overtook my Facebook news feed and has trickled down to my small Texan town. The mere fact that a portrait can inspire and connect so many people is just amazing to me.
Over the last couple of months, I have definitely has seen my perspective become more transparent in my writing and photography. In regards to expressing my creativity, I am more willing to create multiple projects as oppose to perfecting one. Something I learned recently in class is to create even if you’re end result doesn’t match up with your vision. Because creating is something personal and eventually you’ll create something that is meaningful to you and someone else.
So here is a organic portrait I took the other day. Surprisingly, these photos were in the first 5 frames. It’s not perfect, but I’m still proud of my work.