I've had a bout of writers block recently. I'll always get ideas in the moment, but won't write it down. Starting tomorrow I am carrying my moleskine and jotting down ideas.

But for now guys, this. This so speaks to me right now.



Hashtag amazing.  Hashtag necessary.  Hashtag I'll stop right now {sorry}  Memorial Day Weekend was one for the books.  And by books I mean relaxing and everything I needed as I get deeper into this breakup.  Side note on the breakup: I started it out right.  Not communicating or responding because I am a firm believer that breakups should be clean, crisp, and there should be no gray area or it just gets all confusing and messy. But I gave in at some point and two months later I realized I wasn't getting what I truly wanted and ceased all communication....again.  Week two into that and I felt at the start of the weekend like I was going through a breakup all over again.  Okay, back to story and weekend.  I started Friday night with a couple Frosty Pimms cups at The Hook.  I love this spot and how casual and fun it is. Their are musical hints of all different types of song's 'hook' throughout the place.  Outside is my favorite.  If you live in Nashville and go, take note: these things are lethal.  Do NOT drink more than two.  I had a strong buzz of two of these things.

Saturday I went to Percy Priest Lake with some great friends, many who are also Lexington transplants to Nashville.  I rocked my new and love J.Crew straw hat I got at the Factory.  You can get it here

Sunday I went to Adele's in the Gulch for one of my best friend's birthday!  We then went to Acme to enjoy the rooftop.  I had a boy buy me a drink and tell me I'm gorgeous which is always nice.  Only to tell me 5 minutes later that he has a girlfriend, but "it's about to be over."  That's when we said "See ya!" and also why being a single girl is so annoying and exhausting sometimes.

Monday, we got pedicures at the Omni Spa and spent the day at the Omni pool relaxing and celebrating our last moments of the holiday weekend and feeling thankful for those that serve and protect us everyday, so we can enjoy the luxuries and freedom we get every day.

What a weekend!  How was yours? 


I'm Back. Insert TI.

I don't even know how to start this post.  Hello?  Is anyone out there?  Is this thing on?!  I've wanted to come back this blog for so so long.  But, if you can remember (here) I couldn't seem to find that connection to the writing, to me, to this.  Four years into Nashville and I'm ready to start my journey, journal, and this again. 

It's been a unique and amazing year already.  I'm the big, scary three-oh now and I have to say, this has been one hell of a ride.  I think the last 6 months have been more exciting than the last six years.  Everyone says your thirties as a woman are liberating.  I believe that.  I've been more confident than I ever have been.  I've stood for the things I believe in.  I've found and cherished "my people" here in this new city. I've met amazing people.  Ones that challenge me and make me better.  I feel so fortunate lately.  I also have a partner in crime now.   No, not a boyfriend.  Sadly, I just ended a relationship a few weeks ago.  I have a puppy.  His name is Rupp and he is the best thing that has happened to me in quite some time.  Not my apartment, but me yes.  Ask me about the blue ink incident in a few weeks, I'm not quite ready to talk about that yet. 

I have a new job. And its been so rewarding, exciting, challenging, and scary all at the same time.  I am approaching my one year anniversary there and I couldn't be more thankful. This opportunity has taught me so much and it was the exact change and direction in my career that I so desperately needed. I finally have my own apartment {still saving $$ to buy}.   A total of 600 square feet of heaven and its all mine.  I'm proud of this little place I've made my own.  I also love living alone.  Whenever I am in close quarters with others or need to share space I always cannot wait to get home and constantly think of Kevin McCallister "When I grow up, I'm living alone, I'm living alone."  K. McCall knew what was up.  This whole living alone thing is not bad.

That's it for now a little update.  I have some posts planned for the next week or two.  




It has been a while.  I have to be honest.  I have not checked this blogged often enough or even thought about it as I should.  I've lost touch with writing that is really meaningful.  And I've missed that.

I'm going through a break-up right now.  Well, is that what you call it?  It is over.  Over, over.  The kind of over that ended friendly.  The kind of break up I've been through time and again.  The kind where I've learned that continuing to communicate only prolong the inevitable.    That one of you moves on first.  I miss him and the relationship, but I don't miss him the way you should.  And I know that too, means I should move on. 

It feels as though breaking up just gets harder the older we get.  When I don't see something going somewhere I end it early.  No need to waste feelings or time.  So when a relationship ends, it usually because I saw the potential it could be.  Being thirty now, it is harder.  I won't delve into the details or difficulties, but I hope that this means I am one step closer to my person.