Almost every time I give my all to something, to really go for a goal, I attain it. And then I realize it isn’t what I wanted in the first place. Every time, I realize that what I want are the simple things. Physical and mental health. A few
Note: I wrote this a month ago. Since then, I've worked through a lot of my fears below, but still love how raw this is and I think you'll like it, too. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Am I allowed to talk about this?" I asked myself tonight
Note: I wrote this two months ago, and didn't post it because it's fucking weird. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Summer is over. I dance in piles of leaves as they fall from the trees in bursts of glitter, the sky turning a deep shade of orange. The full moon
I just had the best conversation with my good friend Matt [https://twitter.com/iammattwalters]. I drove home bursting with energy, pondering the future, my mind full of possibilities, new questions, new learnings, new schemes and strategies... I feel so alive right now. It got me thinking, when I first
Late at night while driving under the stars, my soul awakes and pleads. "You finally know how you wanna live, so why aren't you doing it?"
A year ago I moved to Austin for my career. I was going to network my way into befriending the most successful folks in the city and build a brand out of myself. I was going to make all the fucking money and do all the fucking things and be
"Have you read Foundation?" he asked as we wandered through his swanky East-side office. "No." the white, high-ceilinged rooms burst with light as we meandered past minimalist cube-shaped couches, a high-end bean bag (which was surprisingly stiff and uncomfortable), house plants, neon signs... everything a good
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It started with the call. I'd close my eyes and find myself out there, in the trees, shoes covered in red dirt. In my sleep I hiked up where the marmots sang and wandered through desert canyons where the slightest shift in the breeze would tell of a
Note: this is a standalone post, but it's also a response to this piece [https://madisontaskett.ghost.io/ghost/#/editor/post/612872f77702e6003b4cd35a] I wrote last month, back when I was the woman I would later kill. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The brilliant woman from the mountains, the savage and wild woman,
> Some people go on vacation to get away from it all. To sip daiquiris beachside Read smutty books Over eat and over drink F*Ck that. Take time to not get away from it all but to find it. To find you. To find ideas and inspiration. Build the
This is my last week in Southern Colorado, and I don't know if a single trip has ever changed me so drastically in such a short amount of time. I pushed myself to my limits. I drove the sketchiest roads and hiked the highest peaks of my life.
Tonight I made a new friend who is married to an ex Navy SEAL. I have this image of Navy SEALs being total badasses (which they totally are) and so it kind of caught me off guard how incredibly polite and kind he was. Like, there was no 'bad