Monday, August 26, 2013

{bold}: a bio

I don't know where to start. 
My brain is on total overload. 
I spent this weekend in a space overflowing with inspiration. 
A Writing Workshop with by writing crush, Alexandra Franzen.

I can't go into how the dots are connecting for me right now. 
I don't think I even fully undertand it yet. 

But what I can share and what I did complete for the weekend is this:
An updated definition of who I am. 
This is me, 
Mad Libs style: 

Make no mistakes, she's got some mojo a-workin', this girl.
Just like her tattoos, she wears her heart on her sleeve.

Lauren Coughlan believes:
 that conversations should be fearless and questions should be bold. 
As a 911 operator, she's a full time chaos wrangler, but what you really should know... is that she's a writer who speaks from her heart and a photographer who believes in the beauty of a timeless image. Her work has been called honest and authentic.

In her spare time, she can be found travelling the globe trying to quench her wanderlust, inhaling calm on her yoga mat, or wrestling with her adopted German Shepherd who every day makes her wonder who really rescued who?  
She invites you to be part of her crazy, beautiful life, 
so Go! Quick! Now! Find her at: me & my beautifulmess.blogspot.com 

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

I'll.{be}.there.for.you.

I have decided on a new bucket item list. 

I want to be serenaded with emphasis.
I don't know when or where, 
but my life will not be complete 
until I am the spotlight center of such an act.

1) without reservation
2) both shame and pride checked at the door

I want to be wooed in song 
melodically, audibly intoxicated with lyrics
{performer's blood alcohol content will not be questioned}

and I want it to be......an epic ballad
not just some run-of-the-mill love song
No.
if it doesn't have the potential for vocal strain 
and possible hamstring pulling theatrical song animation = no
I'm talking about hair band style singing that makes you sweat 
air guitar theatrics
raspy-throat-the-next-day-performing
Adam Sandler Wedding Singer-esque
John-Cusack-style hold the speaker box of love up to the window sanging!!!!

let's start with: 


wait for it, wait for it...


roll your windows up
 beat the steering wheel like it's a drum set
pound.it.out and saaaaang!


guitar smashing
mic stand tossing
build to a crashing crescendo drum beat 
kick the wind kind of song 
shake the sweat out yo hair
ball your fists up and battle back the emotions

THIS is my MacDaddy of favorite love ballads
oh, Richie...
oh, Jon...

fist pump
chest bump
heart thump 

sing it to me baby and put your back into it!!

"I'll be there for you!
These five words I swear to you!
When you breath, I wanna be the air for you!
I'll.
Be.
There.
For.
You.
whooooooooooooooooooa
oooooooooooooooooa
oooa
whooooooooooooa
oooooooo
oooooo 
oooooooooooooooooo"

when I find my Mister, I'll make sure he knows about this
this may be part of a future nuptial agreement
this kind of performance at least once a year for all the years were together...
cause who can split apart when you have an epic love ballad karaoke promise?

no one.
that's who.

<3

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

{10} things that make me happy

Day 14: 10 things that make you really {Happy}
 
1. gummy bears

2. people watching in the airport
3. country music
4. THIS dog! I love her!!!
 

5. Summer nights
6. the {warm} sun on my skin
7. pleasant surprises
8. travelling
9. babies/kids laughing
10. roadtrips
 
 

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

it's just {stuff}

It's all just stuff.
I found myself having a pity party this weekend.
Listening to my dog's look-at-me-Ma barks and my footsteps echo of the walls in the empty room.
Looking around wondering how I accumulated all the stuff that fills up my house.
My house.
Wondering why it matters that I continue to work to maintain a house that I keep just for me.
Trying to figure out what to do next and how I get to my Dreamland that seems so far away.
And then Oklahoma happens and I see it all in it's turbulence, strewn all around in heaps and unrecognizable piles on the street, places that used to be homes and havents.
And then I realize that it's all just stuff.
A bunch of stuff.
And it's not that important.
It really isn't.
So the people and the relationships...yeah those:
That's what's going to get me to my Dreamland. 
A harsh reminder that we're all we've got and we're in this together.
 
God be with Oklahoma.
 

Saturday, May 4, 2013

throw off the {bowlines}

Blog everyday, blog everyday in Maaaaaaay!
Ok, here's the deal. I'm starting on Day 4.
Why? Cause that's where' I'm jumping in.
Life has me busy, yo!
I'll catch up. Promise {pinky swear}.

One of my favorite quotes {and oh how I love quotes!!!} is this one:

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do
an by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore.
Dream.
Discover.

~ Mark Twain

Keep dreaming my friends!!!

Sunday, April 14, 2013

#Relentless

I signed up. 
Enough thinking.
Time to train. 

The agreement:
We go as slow as the slowest team member.
We work as a team.
Even if it takes us 9 hours, we will all finish. 
We will be relentless. 


This thing was created by the British Forces, huh? 
Well, I've spent enough time telling cops where to go for a living.
Time to pony up, show up, and shut up. 

I'll be the girl covered in water and mud, sucking down air and dust
determined look in her eye and a smile that says "it hurts, but it's not the boss of me."

Through ice,  fire, mud, water, electric shock...
look for #TeamRelentless this September in Tahoe.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

I {need} to


SuperHero name tags stuck to my fingers
the room smells like glue
YouTube play lists fill the room with melodies
 and...memories that are still sharp as a knife
too many weeks of silence 
A pile of scraps keeps gathering at my feet
a mess
a {beautiful} mess...gathering on the floor beneath me
this humming gets a little louder with every.single.song


It's almost 2am and I'm safe, here in my cocoon
safe in the walls that I call home
the same walls where I grew up
gloriously alone has been exactly what I needed this last year and a half 


I need to create
I need to hear
I need to feel