Young, Wild & Free
So ... here I am, kidz. Life's been a bit on the hectic side. Which, I know is no excuse. (Hectic lives are what makes blogs so interesting, no?) But I'm back, with too much to blog about. As always. I will not apologize for it.
A common pattern that I can't help but notice lately, is that I've been people's third arm. Lot's of people's. Let me explain.
My heart's big for this little body. If someone mentions, even briefly, and not in the manner of asking for help, that they need help with something, or something is bothering them, whatever the reason may be, I always feel inclined to help them. Could be the feeling of accomplishment for someone other than yourself is a good feeling, or that I'd love to change the world, but this is the only way to do it in my five foot two frame, or maybe I know what it feels like to need help, but it's not available. Whatever the case, I enjoy being an extra limb for someone who needs it. Centipede's must feel AWESOME.
Yes, the Brooklyn move is still in the works. It's slowly but surely being accomplished. I'm happy that I'm being super careful about it (regarding working and making sure I have health insurance), and taking extra time to work out the small details. I could move to Brooklyn this weekend if I really wanted to, really. And knowing myself and how spontaneity gets me in trouble (sometimes), I've gone on the grown-up route for this one. I'm learning to, for once, map it all out, put my foot down and make sure I get what I want/need out of all of these changes, instead of taking what's there and learning to get along with it. Sounds like I'm shopping for a boyfriend or something.
I've really been enjoying having gone vegan. I feel awesome, creating new things to make is so much fun, (I am NOT a cook my ANY means, so this was a huge challenge for me), I feel better about what I eat now, and I feel all around healthier. While some people frown upon vegans, I say do what you feel good about. I went vegan because I adore life, human and animal alike, and would never want a living, breathing soul killed for my benefit. It's come to my attention that I upset some Hipster Sister readers by calling meat eaters "murderers". I truly am sorry, and never meant any harm by any means. I had written that particular post while heated after having watched multiple animal cruelty for food videos, and after reading up on researched material. My apologies. For those of you who expect some sort of explanation/need to demean my decision, I will not explain/think you're silly. I do, however, stand by my choice/belief. After all, we are all entitled to one, no?
Off that serious note. I'm excited to finally get back to Brooklyn this weekend (last weekend was super low key), and see my Brooklyn Brat Pack. I've missed my little alt kidz. They're always a good time. We put on a good show for the neighborhood. Oh, and I've decided on tattoo number two. Already. I'm debating whether to wait until after the holidays to get it, or just do it. Debating.
Take care and be safe, kidz!
Current Listen: Waking Up - Amsterdam
