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Trash by Taylor: August favorites

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(hey, hi, it’s me. i know it’s been a long time, but i’ve just been trying to live life, y’know?)

August was a weird month. It was one of those months where you find yourself as a character in a coming-of-age film, but John Hughes didn’t write your film, so there is a whole lot more flailing than falling in love with Jake Ryan, or something. My graduation from college became official with the very unexpected arrival of my diploma on my doorstep, when I was anticipating a cassette tape rack. I went to the beach and got to eat a Whataburger, and I got caught up on the different documentaries about Princess Diana, while the ocean roared in the background.

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prom sch-mom

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(there’s spoilers after the “Read More” tag!)

I have a pretty fierce relationship with television. I was always happiest as a young girl when I was plopped in front of the television; my strongest  early childhood memories are of commercials and cartoons. When I grew up a bit, I realized I was trying to finding meaning and answers within the world and TV was a pretty big help with trying to understand myself and everything around me. I think I can get “professional TV nerd” printed on any future business cards.

Last night I was watching Beverly Hills 90210, a past time I try to hide from my loved ones. My last roommate would leave the room whenever I sat down to indulge in some high school soap. I realized I shouldn’t hide my love for the classic show, because I could identify myself within the characters, and I think that is justification for enjoying some cheese. Anyway, my cosmic kinship with the show began with the penultimate episode of the first season, “Spring Dance”, where the spring dance (of course) is the biggest event of the year, and each character starts to slowly lose themselves in its hair-sprayed mayhem.

In high school, I was definitely no Kelly Taylor and I only looked like Brenda Walsh. I had a bunch of guy friends, but no boyfriend, and this really plagued me during dance season. I rolled my eyes at the “spring flings” in my first two years because they were child’s play compared to the junior and senior proms to come. When my senior prom came around, I was totally and completely an Andrea, heartbroken by my main man’s interest in the most beautiful elite of the school, and staying home on prom night to find solace in the campy horror films I was so sure defined my situation.

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coffee fueled suburbia

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and it’s every note

some of which don’t get played

but they’re sounding good to me

because they sound like you

 

even though you once said,

“everything you write is essentially the same” or something like that

but isn’t that okay when you’re looking for something to make you be still?

 

maybe if i knew how to play

an instrument or something

the notes might be different,

but i’d hate to disappoint you,

a whole lot about me is different

but i can say

i love you all the same as i did when i was a kid

 

but it’s alright because i’ve kept that

and i’d rather have that

than find my head

because you took it when you were fourteen,

even though we both had no idea what that means

but i’ll take it anyway

because my headless existence tells me

it’s alright again

 

i discovered i put you in a box and kicked it under the bed

it stuck out from under the corner and i couldn’t pretend

i never got it out and blew off the dust

and the action sometimes rattled some cages

 

i’ve never known anyone to love

me through my slow transition into a garbage pail kid

it might be what i want to do

even as morning turns into noon

and you’re out there somewhere becoming the best person you can be

and you’re healing and breathing and walking through the world

you might trip again

i want to see you through this

and whatever “that” is.

it makes sense to me

we are in our “that” phase

i wake up some days

and want to define it like the weird trait your friend has, or that breakfast i eat every day.

though i’d never want to drag you into a world

of a coffee fueled suburbia

because that song you like

told me you’d hate it

 

coffee fueled suburbia

could be what you think of me

and there isn’t any appeal because it would be all down hill from there

i think that way about myself but wonder where you are now

putting the right amount of sugar in your coffee to fuel your city

population you

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freshMEAT: What I wish I had known when I started college

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(Me, following my first weekend home from college with clean clothes!)

I saw a tweet this morning from a girl who would be starting college in a few weeks. Her tweet struck me, and woke me up from this weird state of bliss and lit a fire; I will not be going to college in a few weeks. Ever again. That period in my life is over. College was now something I could refer to and file away as a “period” in my life. I can somehow relate to Twitter Girl’s excitement, like I was feeling it surge through myself, but at the same time, I could not feel more removed from her major transition.

I really do envy her excitement because I’m now in the period of looking at my freshman year of college in hindsight where I sometimes stay awake at night and wonder WHY I did THAT or HOW IN THE WORLD DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS ONE THING THAT WOULD HAVE SAVED ME SO MUCH STRESS? My first semester of college was among my hardest semesters of my college career and frankly, they were some of the hardest times in my entire life and I am so determined to make sure I can give advice to people starting college to prevent some of my craziest nightmares!

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Holler & Dash- Nashville, TN

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(The “Chicken, Set, Go” biscuit from Holler & Dash)

I had never been to Holler & Dash or had heard of a “biscuit only” restaurant until recently, and I’m really sold on the concept after my first visit! I went to Holler & Dash with my best friend for the first stop of my Birthday Extravaganza a few weeks ago, and I’m glad we chose H&D for our first stop! The atmosphere is very laid back; it reminded me of being in your friend’s kitchen if it had enough room to fit tons of people! It’s bright and inviting, and really sets the mood for a perfect Sunday brunch!

I ordered the “Chicken, Set, Go” biscuit because I couldn’t decide what type of mood I was in. The combination of honey and jalapeno on top of the chicken provided the right mix of sweet and spicy so I didn’t have to make that decision! Holler & Dash offers many other menu items that provide a combination that might sound weird on paper, but make me really want to go back.

If a place doesn’t have plenty of coffee options, I’m not likely to survive my meal. Luckily Holler & Dash has a ton of cool (literally and figuratively) coffee options. My best friend and I are massive coffee drinkers, so the appropriate action was to order the Stumptown Nitro Brew, which made for my pal’s fifth cup of coffee for the day! She said the experience was alright, but it might’ve been disrupted by her large daily coffee intake. The cashier warned us that it was going to be a doozy. I’m definitely going to order a cup for my first cup of the day sometime.

If you’re into a place for a quiet brunch with friendly staff and a sunny atmosphere, Holler & Dash would make a good choice! Check out their website here for a full menu and location list! I hope to continue writing about food. I dig eating, so I don’t think this will be the first and last post you see of some good eats!

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Trash by Taylor’s July favorites

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This is my first “favorites” post and I’m pretty excited about it! July was a good month. I’m a little biased because I was born in July and love the heart of the summer! I’ve gathered a few things this month that have gotten me through the heat and the thought of getting older and life decisions; I always get really pensive around my birthday, and I think a lot about change. My favorite stuff this month has helped with change and the idea of moving on, and they have definitely helped with the process!

Things

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Don’t Stress Meowt Journal from Charming Charlie: I’ve been keeping a journal since I was in the fourth grade, and this birthday gift was  a pretty purrfect contribution to my love for the kitties! The journal also features a cute “C” bookmark charm for Charming Charlie, to keep your place for when you get tired of writing various C words in your journal.

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Vanilla LED Candles       from TJ Maxx: I’m going through a big LED candle phase right now and these are pretty perfect. They come with a timer and a remote, and they’re really relaxing and make me feel like I’m getting stuff DONE.

July TV Favorite (and quickly became favorite show of all time)

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I started Breaking Bad at the end of May after everyone else in the world, and it was phenomenal and I have no idea WHY I waited four years after its conclusion to start watching, but I’m so glad I got around to it. I finished the show two weeks ago, and I don’t think I’ll be the same person ever again or watch TV quite the same. If you’re able to watch the show with your grandmother, then I HIGHLY recommend you do!

Music

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I made a mini playlist of my discoveries this month featuring Sun Seeker, HAIM, Liza Anne,  Leon Bridges, and selections from the Baby Driver soundtrack, because good lord.

I hope you enjoy some goods and sounds for your summer! I’d like to do this every single month. What are you into this month? Give me a shout and let me know!

 

 

 

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throwing a fit about zits

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Hi, internet! This is my unfiltered face and sometimes I really don’t like it. I’m thankful for Instagram because I can choose filters to take the focus away from my acne. Sometimes my mother will volunteer to use photo editing apps to take the zits away. This is my relationship with acne as a 24-year-old, and it’s definitely not the kind of relationship fourteen year old me would want to know I was (still) having with my acne a decade later.

I feel like I’ve become someone who is pretty vocal with letting you know her discontent with her acne. I know many of my friends know this story and are tired of hearing it, but it’s pretty crucial in my “journey” with acne, so, here goes:

Acne became a constant fixture overnight from the day I became a teenager. In 7th grade, I wasn’t popular at ALL and was bullied pretty badly because I was in the midst of exploring my personality and delighted in some pretty weirdo interests to my peers; I felt like the only 13-year-old after 1983 who spent her time preaching the gospel of Sting. When I started showing up to school with acne around the same time the other girls were starting to experiment with make up, I felt like it was the talk of the town at school; little red blotches spotted on Taylor’s face were totally not the result of a new shade of blush.

One of the most popular girls came up to me in the hallway one day and presented me with a bottle of Clearasil Ultra, which was THE hottest acne relief at the time, due to a large number of celebrity endorsements. I know the girl thought she was being nice and doing a good deed, but I threw the bottle in my locker and cried in the bathroom for the rest of the day. Worst of all, my Dad (who has also struggled with adult acne), thought my crisis wasn’t a big deal, and took the bottle for himself.

In high school, I discovered Nirvana and Kurt Cobain, and was really obsessed with Cobain’s quote in a Sassy Magazine article where he proclaimed “zits are beauty marks.” I wrote it over and over in my journals and on my mirror. I felt less alone when I discovered the My So Called Life episode where Angela Chase deals with acne. By high school I developed a pretty strict acne routine and tried almost everything I could get my hands on.

I still have a nightly skin routine I follow. Age has helped my acne struggles a bit, but I can’t completely rid myself of it. In fact I’ve almost completely stopped trying to rid myself of acne. I have also come to the conclusion that the pimples are not my biggest issue, it is the way acne is discussed and portrayed in the media, causing negative messages to be indoctrinated into our ways of thinking.

I like talking to people about their acne routines and remedies but I would really much rather discuss how to reform discussion about acne. What can we tell the younger generation about it to properly show acne isn’t the reason to skip school or decline plans out of embarrassment? Even today, I told one of my best friends to tape that picture above to his drum set so he could pound directly at my zits. The fact I’m still speaking and thinking this way about my acne is NOT okay. Are there even media outlets that exist these days which promote a healthy viewpoint concerning acne, instead of only limiting attention to skin routines or quick make up cover ups? Let’s start this discussion, if not!

zits are beauty marks. thank you, Kurt.

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dreams

 

I was absolutely CRAZY about dream analysis as a kid. There was a period of time where I wouldn’t start my day until I looked up key terms about my dreams on the internet; I HAD to know what it meant if I was having a baby on a baseball field! I have always been interested in finding hidden meaning in absolutely everything, which is exactly why I am writing this post about the dream I just woke up from.

I’ve generally never had trouble remembering my dreams. I often write them down if my journal is in reach, or I text someone as quickly as I can if I dream about them. I dream in color, and I remember the last time I had a dream in black and white was in the sixth grade. I still have the dream analysis book from middle school that told me it was rare to dream in color. Ever since then, I’ve tried to keep a better grip on my mind.

My dream this morning consisted of two parts. The first, I was in a cool media store with my best friend, who was playing an old video game while wrapped in a blanket; I don’t think I have ever seen him play a video game in the four years I’ve known him. I have dreams where I am digging through a vintage thrift store quite often, and I’m always looking for Spice Girls memorabilia because I’ll always hang on to a memory of being in Target circa 1997 and beginning my collection for the first time.

The next part of the dream is why I think it’s worthy of analysis, and relevant to my current situation, I guess. I was dancing around in my grandparents’ backyard, and it was as if I was watching myself do it. I was completely carefree (HA.) and threw myself on the ground after I got too tired of dancing. I made note of the sticks that were caught in my hair but decided to let them stay- something I wouldn’t do in real life! The next thing I knew, several people began walking out of my grandparents’ house, dressed in extremely fancy attire, and it quickly hit me I was supposed to be at A THING. I was supposed to be in my Sunday best DOING SOMETHING.

I then rushed up to a really fancy lady and started apologizing profusely for the sticks in my hair and dirt on my face. She told me it was okay, but sort of looked twice at me, wondering HOW I could have possibly forgotten the fancy event. I think my Granny sort of gave me a “you’re doing this AGAIN?” type of look. Apparently dream Taylor is fond of getting dirty and missing commitments.

I woke up with a ton of questions. I’m going through what I would call a “post grad limbo period” where I absolutely do not have an answer for the “what’s next” question so please don’t bother asking. Keeping this in mind, I’m wondering if I’m extremely worried about missing opportunities because I’m not sure what is coming next. Is it more comfortable to fall and get my face dirty than to spend a lot of time having my hair done so I can go to events, as if they would bring some sort of importance to my life, or speak to some hidden desire for status. It’s definitely embarrassing sometimes to feel like I am the only one who is confused during this limbo period.

I also saw a cat in the window. I also think too much about everything, and perhaps my desire to analyze my dreams from a young age is a reason why I think too much about everything. Who knows? Dreams are weird. Hopefully my teeth won’t REALLY fall out.

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23 Things I learned from being 23

 

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(The visual description of me as a 23 year old. I’m sitting at my favorite coffee shop while wearing a shirt advertising my favorite bar; i spent a lot of time at these places, and they were very much havens for a strange time in life.)

My birthday was three days ago, and I kind of feel a bit more peaceful than I have in a long time. That is probably a weird sensation to feel on your birthday of all days, but I’m feeling fine with it. I have never felt a particular way about getting older or any type of way concerning my birthday; excitement for presents was the only sort of feeling I got out of it. This year was definitely different; I wanted it to be over as fast as it began.

I knew my 23rd year would bring about change, as most years tend to do. I had no idea, however, that the change would just keep. coming. Everyone deals with change differently. I am the type of person who is hesitant over even the tiniest of changes, so I am definitely not okay when the changes happening are of the life-altering variety. I have taken much time to pour over the lessons I have learned this year, and I am pretty proud of my progress. I’m nowhere near “over” many of the changes that happened this year and I have a long way to go. I know for sure I am almost out of my “posting ominous Facebook statuses and song lyrics phase” because I am able to talk about these changes. Here are 23 lessons/changes/gripes/discoveries/and more I have learned from my 23rd year of life. I hope you will enjoy them, and maybe relate to them! They are not in order, although they probably *should* be.

  1. It DOES NOT (IT REALLY DOES NOT) MATTER HOW LONG IT TAKES YOU TO ACCOMPLISH A GOAL, AS LONG AS YOU STICK WITH IT: I finished college this year after five years of frequent uncertainty I would complete it. I made the decision to move back home at the end of last semester, so I could have the motivation to finish school, because I was on the verge of burnout. I’ve struggled with that decision many times in hindsight because I loved my campus, friends, and my identity at the campus’ radio station gave me roots, which was pretty much the biggest thing I wanted out of life (more on that later.) While I was on campus, I was really upset about taking a bit longer to graduate than most of my friends, and I knew the irritation had the absolute power to consume me and alter my plan. Moving back home and doing my homework at my father’s desk, like I did from Kindergarten through high school, gave me the ability to concentrate on my end-goal, which was to move on to a new chapter in life.

2. Life has a way of altering your plans: I have no idea where I got to be this way,     but I am one of those people who believes in making a plan and sticking with it and I have never let the idea that my plan might not perfectly work out ever cross my mind. I’m a stubborn person and I am especially stubborn when I am trying to hold on to an idea that may not work for me any longer. I am still working on realizing this and letting go. It is so important to keep an open mind and recognize the vast number of possibilities life has to offer.

3. It’s so important to TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF:  I get way into my own head. Way into my own head. I have always been a firm believer in keeping a journal and I have done so since I was 10 years old. I think I learned how important it is to keep a journal for my mental health this year, because releasing your thoughts on paper in order to free some clutter in your brain is so much more important than doing it so your future self can react to your youthful mistakes. I lost a lot of sleep this year because I spent hours thinking at night. When I would write everything down, I noticed I was able to sleep soundly and process thoughts more clearly.

4. Goals are important, but make sure they are YOUR GOALS:  I always struggled with the idea that you are pressured to make career decisions while you’re still having to raise your hand for permission to go to the bathroom. I still remember sitting in an English class when I was 18, and having to take a test to determine my future career. and to take these results seriously. I fell in love with radio when I came to college the following year, but it took me four years to realize there will be people who will try to steer you in directions you know are not for you. It’s good to try new things and expand your horizons, but always stand your ground when you know what you are meant to do.

5. Take time to heal through media: It took me until number five to mention my break up I went through this year. I tried to make plenty of sense out of it through journal writing and blogging, but the best healing I’ve experienced has been through reading for pleasure and listening to music that reflected what I was feeling. I am so thankful to have discovered Daniel Johnston’s music because his way of writing showed me everything I was going through was RELATABLE and it was okay to articulate your thoughts, no matter how simple they might come out. Daniel Johnston breaks my heart in more ways than one, but I don’t know where I would be without ever hearing “Love is Weird.”

6.  Know when to unplug: On average I spend between fourteen and sixteen hours per day in front of a screen. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has felt this way, especially since January 20th. I have had moments where I have been anxious to leave Twitter alone for a few hours for fear that the world would implode because of 140 characters. After the inauguration, I dramatically deactivated my Facebook because I needed to get away from the constant storm of commentary. In a current climate where there are seemingly no boundaries left, I learned it was important to log out at the first sign of anxiety.

7. Be careful to not allow other people’s problems consume you: I will always be your friend that is willing to forego a night out for a night spent talking about anything and everything. My nature is to be the one to fix any sort of issue at hand, and advise you anything I possibly can to prevent you from feeling any further pain. This year I learned that it is nearly impossible to “fix”, nor is it really my place, to fix the problems of others. There have been way too many instances where I have allowed other people’s problems to completely consume me and do a number on my mental health. I will always love to offer any type of help that I am capable, but realizing there are limits to what I am able to give has been my biggest lesson of the year.

8. Doing things solo is good, and it sucks to miss something cool because you’ll be by yourself: When it is abundantly clear that you’re not going to be able to find a friend to go with you to that Cool Thing, it takes a lot less energy to go by yourself than it does to call that One Guy From High School whose phone number you still have, and ask him to go with you. Believe me, I have been that person who will scroll through her contacts multiple times because society has made me feel bad for going out alone. Sometimes it can be much more fun to go to a show by yourself; you can leave whenever you want! you can talk to whoever you want! You don’t have to talk to anyone at all! If you are able, please go do something alone.

9.  Reevaluate how you think and talk about your body: I have struggled so much with my self-esteem issues and I know that I will never be completely at peace with my body. At age 23, something inside of me told me to say “you know, I’m going to be real about how I feel. I’m not always going to be completely okay with my physical appearance, but it takes the wind out of me to spend time criticizing my body. I was made how I was made, and only my opinion matters.” You are the one who spends the most time alone with yourself; your mind and body belong to you. You make the decision to change or not change any element about you. Personally, talking about my body negatively to anyone has never brought me any type of satisfaction. If someone gives me a compliment to try to shut down whatever negative remark I put out, I am hyper aware of this fact. Taking the time to remember everything my body has the capability to do, has been extremely helpful for me to gain a healthier outlook on it.

10. That Person might not be That Person for you… and nothing you can do will change this fact: !!!!!!!!!!!!- Taking care of all of the relationships in your life is very important, whatever type of relationship it may be. Having an understanding of the roles these people play in your life is equally important, and sometimes it is incredibly easy to lose sight of a particular person’s place in your life, or wish their role could be bigger. If someone is not able to provide the emotional stability you need in your life, but they are better at being the friend who is brilliant at keeping you laughing: this is the friend they should be. Mourning over someone’s inability to fulfill a certain role in my life has been the biggest barrier in my life this year. It is absolutely OKAY if someone fulfills your life in another type of way than you might secretly wish they could.

11. Social media is really sweet but it can really suck!: There’s a picture of me floating around Facebook where I edited the size of my chin because I really wanted someone to “love” react to the photo- they did, but god, it made me feel bad. There are countless ways that social media has negatively impacted my life this past year. I am no exception at hiding my imperfections in Facebook pictures or in the content I post. I have silently (and loudly) complained about how I haven’t felt up to par with the lives of my virtual friends, because I was in school for a longer period, or I haven’t (yet) achieved a career goal. I’ve known presentation is not always what it’s cracked up to be, but it’s been quite difficult to understand since I have been going through a difficult time. I’m still going through a complicated time with social media, but I’ve gotten better at managing my Facebook scrolling.

12. The past should stay in the past: It’s natural to reflect on nostalgic moments or to look back on some things you have done or said that now make you cringe. The fact of the matter is- YOU are the only one still cringing at these things. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve scrolled through my Instagram feed lately, where I’ve thought to myself, “I wonder if she remembers that time that I_______” She doesn’t. I promise. Also, if it didn’t work for you in 2009, there’s a strong chance seven years will not make a difference.

13. Spend as much time with your family as possible. Your parents are COOL?!: I lived away from home during college and when I moved back home only six months ago, I would be shocked to know how much time I’ve spent hanging out with my family. Listening to advice from my mother and grandmother has helped me through some really difficult situations. I know it seems weird, but I never fully understood why my aunt would write “listen to the words of the people who came before you” in my birthday cards when I was growing up. It’s inevitable in some cases that you may disagree with some of their advice, but learning to approach those disagreements with understanding has been extremely helpful for me.

14. Do it. Good God, Taylor, just do it!: Back in January, I was strangely very optimistic for the new year. I was writing all of this stuff in my journal about clean slates and obstacles, and I proclaimed “obstacles don’t really exist. You just do stuff.” Seven months later, I don’t really agree with my slacker/cool beans way of putting this into words. I grew to really understand how I define the word “obstacle” in the last few months. Yes, there are factors that can get in the way of whatever it is that you are trying to accomplish, but if the goal really means a lot to you, you will do everything possible to achieve your goal. By far, one of my biggest obstacles this year has been over thinking DOING simple tasks; I am finishing this post almost a week after I started it, for example. I’ve been thinking too much about how I have been lacking in ideas. Knowing how important it is for me to finish this post and share these “lessons” with you, is much bigger of a reward.

15. CHAIN RESTAURANTS MAKE ME HAPPY. THERE I SAID IT: Fixating on how “uncool” it is to have a burning love for Applebees is much worse than some of the fried glory I happily consume. Living in Nashville again has made me feel unnecessarily queasy about my Applebees fixation because I’m living in the new cultural capital for COOL; hanging out with my best friends at Applebees has made me delay embracing the COOL BRUNCH GO-ER identity I sometimes long to have deep down.

16. Making lists can keep you sane!: In high school, I was known as the girl who loved High Fidelity because my identity was deeply rooted as the girl who loves and cares about nothing but music. The film popularized the art of making a list. Your Top Five Anything can be incredibly crucial to your identity and help you understand who you are. I think making lists just keeps me feeling a little less bonkers. My collection of lists on my phone range from the practical (important contacts) to the Taylor Swift (scattered lyrics about a guy). Organization isn’t my strongest suit, and I am confidant in understanding that making progress with my organizational skills could be a life long endeavor, so writing lists makes me feel like I’ve made some headway.

17. Start new projects. Sometimes it’s okay not to finish them, because they’re clearly lame: I’m not a musician by any means. At all. I wish I were. Good god, I’m convinced I would be the happiest version of myself if I could find the patience to learn some chords on that guitar I bought when I was thirteen. During the Spring, I was really sad and bored while finishing school, and I was in the middle of my first crush since high school, and I. JUST. NEEDED. AN. OUTLET. TO. MAKE. SENSE. OF. IT. So, I wrote an album’s worth of songs about the guy. The album was going to be called “songs about _____” and I told the guy what I was doing. I’m not too deep into blessing people, but god bless this guy, really. He laughed. I laughed about it while singing into my phone in the bathroom. I didn’t finish the album because it slowly evolved into an album of Madonna covers. I’m proud of myself for trying new creative outlets in an attempt to explore my capabilities. No, I’m not going to post the finished tracks on Soundcloud, Ford.

18. Memes are healing.

19. It’s PERFECTLY FINE TO NOT ENJOY THE IDEA OF DATING: Hey Taylor (and you. Hey, you): Just because other people think you “should” be dating right now because others believe it’s been “enough” time to branch out, it might not always be the right thing to do. Honestly assessing whether you are READY to get in there is so much more important than trying to meet society’s expectations about the amount of time you “should” be taking the time to heal in the wake of a break up.

20. Take advantage of everything possible on your campus!: While finishing school at home, I realized how much I really missed being able to have Chic-Fil-A whenever I wanted to. On a more serious note, I really wish I had volunteered for the school newspaper or the TV station, instead of being married to one organization. Acquiring  a variety of skills and understanding your definition of being “well-rounded” is something I feel like I lack.

21. Don’t cut your hair a certain way because a guy “hearted” the idea on Facebook.

22. Augusten Burroughs’ books rule.

23. It’s going to be okay. Really.