Faking It

I read an article at the beginning of the summer about a bucket list single girls could totally do. The author's reasoning for creating the list (because she's a puppy and needs to be with other people constantly) were not relatable. However, it looked like so much fun. And so I set out the accomplish a couple of things on the bucket list and created my own along the way. The list isn't epic. Nowhere on it is things like jump off a mountain (not on my lifetime bucket list) or live in London for a year (definitely on my lifetime bucket list), but rather was comprised of simple things. Simple, everyday, summery things that I could do. Because, now is my time and I wanted a list of things I could see the benefits from immediately. So I did. I didn't do all of them, but a lot. The point was never to do the whole list. I wanted to do something different and make it a summer to remember. Little did I know that a ton of other things would definitely add to that, but I w

Today, someone called me "basic." I'm pretty sure it was a joke, but I don't really know this person very well, but if you know me, you'll know that I don't really care. This is a term that's been thrown around for years and I'll be honest, I'm not sure what it means. According to my sister, who knows everything, "it just means kind of bland or a trend follower... whatever is popular you like regardless of whether you actually like it or not." That's definitely not me. Mainly because I'm so out of touch I never know what's popular to begin with. How can I just follow the trends if I am blissfully unaware of what they are. Example, I'm considering buying a bowler hat and dressing in manner of Diane Keaton circa "Annie Hall" to present. Probably no ties though, I haven't really decided. I understand irony. I can appreciate teasing your friends, but let's be clear, this is an insult. So in the sp

I've changed things up around here! It's been a while since I've blogged and it's been a strange couple of years for me. It's been a lot of trying to figure myself out and part of that has been trying new things, or trying old things again. But through it all, it feels like I'm faking it. One of the pieces of advice I give myself and anyone who needs it is, "fake it until it's real" meaning if you're not confident, pretend you are until one day you wake up and you actually are confident. Pretend you know things you know you don't. It's about avoiding a self-fulfilling prophecy, some kind of lie you or someone else has told you like "you're stupid" or "you can't do that." And I've been faking it a lot, this year especially. I'm not entirely sure where to start, or if I'll try and work all of that out here, but I do want to write about my summer. And a bunch of new friends of mine have encouraged