Celebrating. I can’t express how much fun it was to not just see these guys, but be with these guys. Instead of reminiscing over the phone about an old memory, we were forming new memories in real time. There’s something awesome about getting together for a best friend’s birthday and MAKING a BIG deal out of it. That’s what holidays and birthdays are for right? As my friends get older and we begin our journeys into young adulthood, making the effort to get together for those special occasions is uncomparable. I see the value as astronomical. Each time I’ve been part of an event, where friends are coming from all different corners, the new found bond is well-worth the work. 

Celebrating. I can’t express how much fun it was to not just see these guys, but be with these guys. Instead of reminiscing over the phone about an old memory, we were forming new memories in real time.

There’s something awesome about getting together for a best friend’s birthday and MAKING a BIG deal out of it. That’s what holidays and birthdays are for right? As my friends get older and we begin our journeys into young adulthood, making the effort to get together for those special occasions is uncomparable. I see the value as astronomical. Each time I’ve been part of an event, where friends are coming from all different corners, the new found bond is well-worth the work. 


Valentine’s Day

That day where you have a girlfriend, but you don’t have a car. You’re short on time and 2 wheels are faster than 2 legs. Backpacks aren’t made for flowers but you made it work and now you’re thinking I should post this on Pinterest as a “DIY Flowerpack” instead of Tumblr, but it’s okay because I don’t want anyone to steal my originality. 

The tea date at Remedy Tea wouldn’t have been so special for my girlfriend if the women behind the counter didn’t give her a bouquet of flowers that I had secretly transferred to her exactly 5 minutes before my girlfriend arrived. Thank goodness for the flowerpack. I’m never going back.

It’s the little things, that make us laugh.
It’s the little things, that make great stories. 

My Spirit Animal

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I love asking people this question, “What’s your spirit animal?” What I find most interesting is the explanation or lack there-of that comes along with each response. 

As I listen to friends describe why they picked a particular animal to be their spirit animal, I begin to see each description as a LIVE painting, illustrating different parts of their personality. The description serves as the paint brush while the spirit animal is the creation brought to life. 

To given an example, I asked a close friend of mine to describe why a black stallion is his spirit animal. His tone changed as he explained that his mom found him to be exceptionally stubborn as a young boy. He would throw temper tantrums when asked to finish practicing his scales on the piano. She demanded that he finish before he could go outside and play. “She would tell me that I was like a stallion, huffing and puffing- my nostrils flaring up as I waited…Waiting for the gate to my stable to open. Then I burst out raising my hooves to the air! Chasing after a sense of freedom that seemed to always be on the other side of the gate.” He sat there staring me directly in the eye, listing off adjectives like: “stubborn”, “perseverance”, “freedom”, “wild”, and “undying”. I looked back at him, the lens through which I saw him changing slightly as it adjusted to the new picture that sat in front of me. My friend, Nathan Duffy, a side of him that was untouched and unknown until I asked that question. 

And that my friends, is why I enjoy this question so much.