MY NEW BLOG.

I know it’s been four months since I first alerted everyone, but finally, after four months of tweaking and fixing and of course, procrastinating, my new blog is ready! I’m now housed at dearuniverse.me and I invite you to my humble above! Feel free to drop by, snoop about, and let me know what you think! I’m also planning to take some of the content from here and shift it over -probably not everything, but there are some posts I’d like to keep!

Also, I was recently published on Fit Bottomed Girls as a contributor! I AM CLEARLY USING TOO MANY EXCLAMATION POINTS!!! Check me out here: http://fitbottomedgirls.com/2014/12/how-yoga-taught-me-to-love-myself/

See y’all real soon over at my new place :)

My Crevice of Internet

I’m going to have a new blog! I don’t have a lot to say about it right now, because it’s still in the discussion stages, but I’m really excited about it.

Roughly a month ago, I decided how was I going to spend the next year of my life (wahoo!) and promptly decided that my whole blog, much like my life, needed an overhaul. Guys, I like WordPress, but there are just things that I specifically want that I haven’t been able to do here! So I’ve been working with a friend of mine who does coding, and we’re working on putting together a blog for me – I’m going to actually buy my domain name, get a host, and do all sorts of snazzy stuff.

As it turns out, there’s a bit of a learning curve (apparently, you need to do more than just write to have a blog; who knew?) So, I’m learning a ton, and taking this whole thing back to the drawing board. This blog was always supposed to be a bit of a practice run for me, until I could figure out how to brand myself, and what I wanted to write about. But now, I feel like I’m ready to take this show out on the open road! I’ll be moving most of my posts here to my new site, and hopefully I can get them up in the order I posted them. On my new blog I’m going to have similar content – I want to do book reviews, fitness/yoga updates, travel posts, and just general stuff about my life.

I don’t have a ton of readers in my teeny crevice of internet (that sounded gross) but I like the ones I do have, so I would adore it if you came with me. I’ll be posting my new site name (AH SO EXCITED) within the next month or so – catch y’all on the flippity-flip!

Eleanor and Park {Book Review}

This is the best YA book I’ve read in a while. I mean, I read a few others that were pretty good, and I’ll get to talking abut them, but this was just far and away one of the best ones. It’s not really the kind of book I would re-read, but it was one of those books that just really got it. What it’s like to be a teenager, I mean.

It’s terrible and frustrating, and you feel like people are always thinking about you badly, and sometimes you’re right, but most of the time, they’re just thinking abut themselves. I can’t say a lot about this book without giving away spoilers, but here are some things that are true:

The prose is excellent. Each character is distinct, and it feels like your best friend is confiding in you, the whole time. The crises are realistic; this is not a book about a town waiting with bated breath to hear of their prom queen. This book is about surviving and falling in love even when you don’t totally mean to. It’s about Darcy loving Lizzie before he even knew he liked her, and not knowing what to do about it. It’s about the fact that some adults can be trusted and some can’t, and you don’t always know who belongs in what camp.

This book has a ton of music references, comic books, and some sort of fighting that I have already forgotten the name of. But really, this book is not about fighting, or heroes, or even music – it’s about how all of these things bring two wildly different people together. It’s a book abut love, fear, and escape, and it is simply excellent.

I Hope You Are Finally Free

Yesterday, I grieved for my captain; my genie who made all my wishes come true. I mourned the passing of the influential figure I saw on the silver screen, and the loss of years of laughs yet to come. I grieved for the man who died, a hero of my youth.

Today, however, I feel sorrow only for the man who made a living making other laugh, while himself living without the happiness he brought to so many. I feel for the comedian whose final act was a tragedy, who lived in pain for years. Perhaps he sought freedom in death, perhaps happiness, perhaps peace – I mourn for the person who was unable to find those things in life.

I didn’t write about Robin Williams at first because I didn’t know what to say. Like many others, I did not realize how much he was suffering, and even if I had, it is unlikely I could have changed anything. The truth is Robin Williams was a stranger to me, and while I can feel sorrow and regret or a life lost, there is little I could have done to change the outcome.

But there are so many people in my life for whom I can and will offer support. Please, please, please, if you’re suffering, know that I am here, willing to lend a crying shoulder, a listening ear, a helping hand. Don’t suffer in silence, or smile because you feel like you have to; I can promise that I will accept you as you are, no pretending necessary.

R.I.P. Robin Williams. You have been well loved, and will be well missed.

What This Girl Wants

So I read a lot in July, or more accurately, I re-read a lot in July. Every so often, I make it a point to re-read the books of my childhood, and so I re-read some Laura Ingalls Wilder books,  Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, Wuthering Heights, The Secret Garden, and Harry Potter. And as I did so many years ago, I fell desperately in love with the heroes of my childhood. There are so many wonderful fictional men I have adored that I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever find someone their equal in the real world.

I want an Almanzo. He took Laura for rides in his horse drawn vehicles for TWO AND A HALF YEARS, patiently letting her set the pace. Why can’t someone show up at my door every Sunday at 2:00 with a horse?

I want a Mr. Bhaer, a stately gentlemen who tries to do what’s best for me until he can deny his love no longer. I want someone who learns and enjoys learning, and enjoys teaching too; a man with a wealth of love, knowledge, and patience.

I want a Gilbert Blythe, who settles for friendship until his feelings run away with him; a man who will wait for me even when I don’t believe in my own feelings for him. I want a man who knows me well enough to know I have feelings for him, but lets me figure it out myself instead of shoving it in my face. I want a guy who tells his mother all about me, good, bad, and ugly.

I want a Paul (for I was Paul’s age when I first read Anne of Green Gables, and fell desperately in love with him then), who has glorious curly hair and is sweet, poetic, and imaginative while being totally manly too.

I want a Heathcliff, a person whose terrible matches my terrible. I want a love that is so passionate it’s destructive, so true it doesn’t care about what’s in it’s path, so lasting it stays even after everyone involved has given up.

I want a Colin; a boy who faced struggles, who was told that he couldn’t do so many things, and then did. A man who needs only a little persuading to be the best that he can be, who so badly wants to be good that he lets few obstacles into his path.

I want a Remus, who is so immensely good and flawed at the same time. I want a man who is too loyal for his own good, and carries chocolate about as a cure for various ailments.

I don’t know if this is the case for all readers, and I have no real complaints about my life, but I have often wondered if the real world could measure up to the many wonderful worlds I have lived in! Reading all these books was like jumping into my own childhood for several thousand pages, and I highly recommend it :)