What do you want to be when you grow up? The age old question, it's what people have been asking us since before we even knew what it meant. I wanted to be a vet, a marine biologist, a politician, a lawyer, a photographer, a video editor, a stunt woman; not to mention the dreams of becoming a public speaker, an author, a therapist, a life coach, and so on. It's always been my dream to help my fellow humans, my brothers and sisters, in whatever way possible. There's a longing
What I once thought a man is supposed to be is far different from what I believe now. As human beings, we're looking for that 1 in 7 billion, but are so lost looking for something we may not even recognize if we saw it. This world likes to put titles on things, create expectations that are unattainable, and keep us slaves by feeding us lies that we so easily accept. I always thought a man was supposed to be tough, aggressive, unrelenting, strong, the list goes on. I thought t
There’s not a lot that I “fear”. I’m fine with spiders, I’m cool with sharks, I love snakes (super terrified of bears, that’s another story) but there is one thing that growing up and getting older, I realize is a fear, and it’s a fear that I see transforming into existence. I realize that I am absolutely terrified of getting “older”, and I don’t mean older in the sense of age, but in the sense of adventure. My whole life has been a mixture of exploration, getting dirty, fal
Work. School. Cubicle. Classroom. Responsibilities. Fears. Plans. Insecurities. Expectations. Schedules. The list goes on. Where does that leave us? Where and when between all of that do we take time to feed our souls, our spirits, our hearts? Food on the table, a roof over your head, money in the bank, all important of course, but where does that leave our actual existence? Exhausted, frustrated, sick, sad, all the while mulling over the thoughts why is this happening to me
Went cleaning through my hard drives and found some old photos. Going through pictures from 6 or more years ago brings back crazy memories and feelings. I don't feel like I even know the person that I see in most of the photos, let alone it be me. So much has happened, so much has changed, and so many things keep changing, sometimes it feels difficult to keep up with. I don't tend to look into my past, as I am a huge believer in looking forward and ahead, not back, but the pa
This is a very real and personal post; possible trigger warning:
7 years ago today I did something that 7 years ago I didn't know if I could do. At 17, I had been struggling to breathe under the grasp of self harm for years. The emotional pain at that point in my life was so overwhelming I tried desperately to find a way to transfer some of it to the physical. What started as an outlet for pain turned into a full blown addiction. I began to feel little to no physical pain.
Had the honor and the opportunity to answer some questions and be featured in LACS Life's article on becoming a Self Trained Video Editor. I'm so grateful to have been given an opportunity to share some of my unseen journey to becoming a successful editor and freelance artist. I'm truly honored and I love how this turned out! Long hours, free work, frustration, not enough time, and so many other factors are the unseen and unsung song of freelance and self taught professions.
Why are we so distracted, so consumed, about stuff that doesn't even matter? Who starred in that one movie? What kind of new iPhone is coming out? What I'm trying to figure out is why does it matter? I'm disheartened to see so many people around me strive to have more followers than keep their word to people who have helped them in their times of desperation. I'm saddened to see people creating propaganda to more effectively divide us as people. I'm exhausted seeing first han