tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58565653563839090342024-03-13T19:52:59.080-07:00The Owl DiaryMusings of a coffeeaholic and wanderluster in love with the One who breathes stars.The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.comBlogger436125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-61069021369025341512013-11-27T15:01:00.002-07:002013-11-27T15:01:18.911-07:00NEW HOMEPsst...
My blog has moved. Visit me <a href="http://www.theowldiary.com/">here</a>.The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-47629213276047006932013-10-19T14:56:00.002-07:002013-10-19T14:56:25.750-07:00Pink Autumn<img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2mfwwmh.png"><br />
Pinks, browns, yellows, and fragile things. Plus, Wes Anderson.<br /><br />
Picture credit can be found on <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/kristynam/">my Pinterest</a>.The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-83033514719831778152013-10-19T14:17:00.001-07:002013-10-19T14:17:54.140-07:00A Surprise Trip to Park City<img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/2njyqg2.png" /><br />
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It's been one year since he asked me to be his girlfriend in the movie theater parking lot after seeing Hotel Transylvania. & Last weekend he surprised me with a more than generous trip to Park City, Utah, where he's spent past winters snowboarding with his family. I love October and Park City was the perfect autumn location, covered in gorgeous shades of yellow and orange. Beautiful weather, delicious food, lotsa snuggling time. An entire weekend with handsome made me one happy girl. <span class="post-timestamp">★</span>The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-77321889149753230252013-10-06T19:48:00.001-07:002013-10-19T14:20:49.986-07:00What's new?<img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/33abdsk.png" /><br />
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Some new things as I slowly start to get back into blogging.<br />
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1: My nephew is moving at the end of the month & I'm incredibly sad. His mom and him attend church with me on Sundays and I'm going to miss having someone to go with. I've been trying to hang out with him more before he leaves. Last weekend we went laser tagging.<br />
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2: A few weeks ago I attended the OneRepublic concert. It was fantastic and one heck of a show. If you ever get the chance to see them in concert, I highly recommend it.<br />
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3: Andrew Belle's Black Bear is the perfect album for fall.<br />
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4: I downloaded the Dumb Ways to Die app yesterday. I'm obsessed.<br />
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5: Bahama Bucks birthday cake shaved ice was the perfect way to end the summer.<br />
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6: A few people recommended HBO's The Newsroom. I watched the two seasons in less than a week. It's now my third favorite show, behind Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead. Wonderful writing + characters.<br />
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What's new with <i>you</i>? The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-18155091033822935612013-06-17T20:46:00.000-07:002013-10-06T19:21:19.029-07:00On travel, prayer, Mumford and Sons and catching up<img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/9qv14h.png" /><br />
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My poor little blog deserves better. I'm horrible at updating and have been for quite some time. I need to discipline myself to be consistent with my writing. That, and many things. I went to New York City a few weeks ago. It was my first time and I'd always dreamed of going. I had hopes of working there one day. These days I just want to travel and see as many places as I can. So there's one to check off the bucket list.<br />
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I traveled to the city with my cousin Ryan. After showing up at the wrong terminal in Phoenix, a flight-delay, being stuck in Charlotte, going to the qualifying of the Coca Cola 400 (Nascar), & staying at a junkie hotel known to host whores and drug dealers, we finally made it to New York, covered in clouds of grey. In less than 24 hours, I saw most things I'd wanted to see. From beneath my umbrella I walked through Central Park, Times Square and 12-miles of streets. We visited Union Station, Rockefeller Center and the top of the Empire State Building. The view was incredible, and it was surreal to peer down on a place so many people dream about.<br />
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We walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and saw the Statue of Liberty in the distance. Downtown was eerie. It was a Saturday and near Ground Zero was quiet and depressing as many walked to the entrance of the memorial. Staring up at the new 1WTC, it felt like there was little happiness here. Perhaps it was the rain and empty streets that made it feel this way.<br />
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We headed back to our hotel at around 7 o'clock. It was cold and my Converse-covered feet had enough. We ate Chipotle in our four-star hotel, the nicest I'd ever been in by far. Tom & Jerry played on a TV in the elevator. Snazzy. In the morning we boarded our 5:45 a.m. train to DC and spent the day walking from the Capitol to the Washington Memorial to the Lincoln Memorial to the Vietnam memorial to the White House to the Smithsonian and back to the train station where we took an early ride to Baltimore. That evening I could hardly walk. I don't think I'd genuinely laughed at my misfortune until that day as I walked at snails pace to dinner. I was glad to be going home to Tennessee in the morning, to see mom and dad, and rest. <br />
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The next six days in Tennessee included a drive to the Smoky Mountains, peering out at Chattanooga from atop Lookout Mountain, antique shopping and admiring mom and dad's beautiful land. It was the first time I'd been back since Slinky had passed, our nine-year-old Chaweenie. I put daisies on her grave. It still hurts thinking how she's no longer in my world. That's a whole lot of love I lost this year. I don't know that I've ever been anyone's favorite, but I was hers.<br />
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A lot has happened since I've been back. Work's the same, but my mind has been occupied with other things. I try not to be anxious. And I'm trying my hardest to put worry aside and let things happen and be content. Last weekend in church we were provided a piece of paper with the question, "If Jesus were to cross your path right now, what would you ask him to do for you?" The sermon was about how the size of your ask reveals the size of your God. How God loves it when we ask with audacity and BELIEVE with audacity. I wrote down my prayer & sealed my piece of paper in the Confidential envelope I was provided. I know that, in His time, my prayer will be answered. & my heart is so thankful to know such a loving, caring God.<br />
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On another note, three days after arriving back to Arizona, I went to the Mumford & Sons concert with my Christopher. The lawn was our seat. & it was a blessing to spend an evening listening to talented musicians. I spent the night rocking myself back and forth - sadly, I can't dance - and escaping into each song, every word in tune with the thoughts in my mind that week. It was lovely. The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-68660896152364633842013-05-12T16:56:00.000-07:002013-06-17T20:45:40.370-07:00Embrace the opportunity of each moment<img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2yl671g.png"><br />There seems to be a clear lesson to learn this year about life and death. I often shrug off the positive cliches about life. Carpe diem. Seize the day. Tomorrow isn't guaranteed. Blah, blah, blah. And I never focus on applying those words to my life.<br />
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More and more I'm reflecting on the idea of taking life for granted and that it could end at any time. All it takes is one moment, one accident, one mistake, one situation of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. A blink of an eye.<br />
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Yet we walk around feeling invincible. As if it's impossible to experience tragedies and horror stories of which we see on the news. The shooting at my office building this year made me realize that those moments can happen to anyone. Me. The people I care about. So why do I still walk around taking time and people for granted?<br />
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We have it in our minds that there's always tomorrow. So we put things off. We procrastinate. Mark Twain said, "<span class="st">Never put off till tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well.</span>" But the truth is all we have is this moment and the opportunity to make the most of it. We can't visit the past. We can't visit the future.<br />
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Two weeks ago I made the mistake of not eating enough throughout the day. By seven o'clock at night, I had consumed a banana and a scone before I walked around the track at my old high school. After walking two miles in 100-degree weather, I passed out and hit my head on the cement. The result was a concussion, but it easily could have been worse. You hear about those fluke accidents all the time.<br />
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Now I know all this sounds morbid. Depressing. But it's something that's been on my mind. It's reality. And with so many of the circumstances surrounding this year, it's hard to avoid it. Last week I learned that my boyfriend's neighbor died over the weekend. He didn't have a good relationship with his family and my boyfriend said he seemed to have had a difficult life. <br />
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I can't help but wonder what I'd think if I knew it was coming. Would I forgive those who've hurt me? Would I get right with God and my relationships and stop taking people for granted? Would I take more chances? Would I worry less about things that don't really matter? Would I look back on my life and think I'd made the most of every moment?<br />
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But the real question is: Why am I not doing all those things now?<br />
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I don't dwell on death. Honest. I don't fear it. But more and more I'm fearing a life not lived. And this post is me saying-- wake up. Reality check. Tomorrow isn't a guarantee. So stop living like there's a tomorrow and make the most of now.The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-18576081743314096052013-04-26T14:53:00.000-07:002013-04-26T14:53:45.638-07:00Trip: NYC to DC to Nashville<img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/23uvblw.png"><br /><br />Less than four weeks and I'll experience New York City for the first time. The cousin and I have planned a rad vaca. Two nights in NYC and an Amtrak ride to DC where we'll spend a night. Then it's off to Nashville and visiting the parents until we're on the road again to visit the Smoky Mountains. I'm stoked. Eleven days of absolute thrill and bliss cannot come soon enough. The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-69484158786949791202013-03-09T14:21:00.001-07:002013-03-09T22:31:55.474-07:00CURRENTLY / PART 01<img src="http://oi50.tinypic.com/296i2wk.jpg" /><br />
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<span style="color: #f37cbb;">WATCHING:</span> The Walking Dead. I'm obsessed, watching season one on Netflix, buying <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/slideshows/42066e4cb3/34-funniest-walking-dead-memes-from-season-2" target="_blank">season two</a> & catching up on season three online within a matter of days. I think this show is officially my new favorite with too many OMG moments, rad cinematography + music and brilliant characters.<br />
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<span style="color: #f37cbb;">READING:</span> <a href="http://abovethefoldbook.com/atf/#.UTv6sSOvUy4" target="_blank">Above the Fold</a>. My position at work has changed a lot over the past two years. From receptionist to account specialist and now to marketing, where I'm starting to design websites and graphics. I have much to learn- which is why I bought this book; that, and the title appealed to me as one with a journalism degree- but I'm excited about getting to be more creative. <br />
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<span style="color: #f37cbb;">LISTENING:</span> Bastille. This album hasn't released in the US yet. But I'm obsessed with all their EPs & hope it'll release soon so I can listen to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PF-_H54mydE" target="_blank"><i>Oblivion</i></a> on repeat.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417456183890679686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-14082516296802631042013-03-06T22:39:00.001-07:002013-03-09T21:20:39.032-07:00Pinterest is for insomniacs <img src="http://i47.tinypic.com/210d2ky.png" /><br />
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<span style="color: #f37cbb;">1:</span> Note- I pin pictures of food because their pretty, not because I plan on making a <a href="http://www.pinterestfail.com/">pinterest fail</a>. <br />
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<span style="color: #f37cbb;">2:</span> Every work place should have splashes of color. <br />
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<span style="color: #f37cbb;">3:</span> Fact- No one has ever bought me my favorite flowers. Random, as they aren't pictured here.<br />
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<span style="color: #f37cbb;">4:</span> Adore the wood flooring & artistic charm. <br />
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<span style="color: #f37cbb;">5:</span> Can I just have a dog to cuddle + love + take on a walk? & one who supplies me with countless kisses?<br />
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This year has started off odd. Too much has happened. & I wish I’d documented every minute of it. Like how there was a shooting at my office building and how the next day my body was overwhelming emotional, but by Monday it nearly felt like nothing happened. Or how every week there seems to be new heartache in our family. The week following the shooting, my beautiful nine-year-old dog died, bringing tears at the realization that I’d lost one of my best friends. There have been other tragedies. But I won't bring them up here.<br />
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Just know I'm trying to focus on all the happy moments. Like the day it snowed in Phoenix. Or how I discovered that The Walking Dead does live up to all the hype. Or how my boyfriend absolutely spoiled me with a beautiful dinner on Valentine's Day. Or how last weekend I was reunited with the <a href="http://kristynam.blogspot.com/2010/11/out-here-its-like-im-someone-else.html">LA team</a>. And now my cousin and I are planning a May trip to New York and Tennessee. Fingers crossed that 2013 is all uphill from here.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417456183890679686noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-64279564754465818502012-12-11T19:56:00.001-07:002012-12-11T19:56:40.066-07:00The most wonderful time of the year<img src="http://i48.tinypic.com/357om6e.png">
The past few weeks have been delightful, full of lovely things making me beam with joy. Sweaters, scarves and comfy socks. Twinkly lights. The consumption of holiday lattes and baking holiday sweets. Getting to spend lunch with the boyfriend and his cute grin. Decorating Christmas trees and spending extra time with the family. Evenings spent watching cheesy holiday films with the roomie, like Just Friends and I'll Be Home For Christmas. Finally going back to church. Cold morning air that thrashes through layers of blankets and the hot shower that follows. & The counting down of days until an escape is made to Tennessee. Oh, happy December. ★The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-10361024860092506022012-12-02T13:06:00.000-07:002012-12-02T13:18:28.216-07:00“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…. It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.” -C.S. Lewis<span style="color: #f0c167;">"Where there is no guidance, a people falls, but in an abundance of counselors there is safety." -Proverbs 11:14</span><br /><Br />
This week I've needed encouragement. & God has provided. I think we all have those moments where we feel like we're nothing. That we aren't worthy of love and you just feel... alone. It's so easy to fall into that trap. But this week God has opened my eyes to His love by having it exemplified through the people in my life. & I'm incredibly thankful for those who've reminded me that I am not alone:
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Lindsey: For her words of encouragement when I cried at work. For all the "I love you"'s. And for inviting me to a Christmas dinner, reminding me that I miss church. <br /><Br />
Gwen: For our conversations about mom and dad over dinner at Village Inn. She shared how much my parents have taught her about life and love. I'll never be able to express how rare and beautiful my parents are. How blessed I am to be their daughter and witness their love for one another, for their children and for others. Their kindness, and how thankful I am to be raised by a Southern woman and an honorable man.
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Eddie: For his texts of encouragement, letting me know that he's been praying for me and he & Whit love me. I woke up wanting to attend church this morning. And I felt like his text was the little push I needed to get out of bed and GO.<br /><Br />
I'm so thankful for each of them. ★
The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-24548514411502596292012-11-18T11:33:00.001-07:002012-11-18T11:33:44.075-07:00Time Slips Away<img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/24ytouc.jpg"><br />
It's been too long of an absence from here. It's the happiest time of year and I feel I haven't begun to enjoy it. Things keep happening and time just slips away. October was spent in a frantic tizzy. Packing, cleaning and moving out of the apartment. And I spent the first week of November with my grandparents.<br /><br />
Now I'm living in the cousin's house. Everything's been unpacked. My room is nearly decorated. & I'm happier not living alone anymore. But I'm aching to see my parents. Which is why I'm ecstatic about getting to spend 11 days in Tennessee at Christmastime. Until then, I need to slow down, take each day as it comes and just... be thankful. ★The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-28638940926059779042012-10-07T15:22:00.000-07:002012-10-07T15:30:12.263-07:00Countdown To: Home #5November 1st and I'll be moving into my fifth home in the past two years. A lot has happened since I left <a href="http://kristynam.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-home.html">my childhood home</a> to <a href="http://kristynam.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-my-temporary-home.html">Tennessee</a>, only to move <a href="http://kristynam.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-apologize-for-absence.html">back to Arizona</a> and rent <a href="http://kristynam.blogspot.com/2011/04/apartment.html">an apartment</a> with my cousin. I've been on my own the past three months, and I'm ecstatic to be living in a house again with my rad cousin who's <a href="http://ink361.com/#/photos/293335331794608940_13743095">house is nearly complete</a>. Here's to a new chapter. & A happy October spent cleaning + packing + moving. ★<br /><br />
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"I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers." -L. M. Montgomery<br />
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"The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think." -Stephen King</div>
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"I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words." -Unknown</div>
The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-48619327239038117582012-08-19T13:58:00.000-07:002012-08-19T18:22:38.511-07:00How much does a hipster weigh? An instagram.<br /><img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/288c9sj.png" /><br />
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<span style="color: #e7cb43;">Row 3:</span> @nylonmag, @enpointe, @parkerfitzhenry | <span style="color: #f36089;">Row 4:</span> @designlovefest, @timsondrup, @chandrawrrrr <br />
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<span style="color: #e7cb43;">Row 7:</span> @designlovefest, @enpointe, @designlovefest | <span style="color: #f36089;">Row 8:</span> @_nicoledee_, @enpointe, @enpointe<Br />The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-65050019193596369662012-08-13T18:26:00.001-07:002012-08-19T16:45:29.383-07:00Taylor Swift's new single<div style="text-align: left;">
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Cleaning has become a hobby, with everything kept nice & tidy.</div>
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Evenings are spent at my coffee table; I'm writing more.</div>
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The record player is louder than usual; lately it's Mumford, Swift and Tchaikovsky.</div>
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I redecorate constantly; I'm becoming my mother.</div>
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Candles have replaced all other uses of light, making the apartment smell like pumpkin.<br />
I'm content. ★</div>The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-6814614889790278052012-08-07T20:00:00.000-07:002012-08-19T16:48:52.262-07:00Mumford: countdown to babelMumford & Sons // I Will Wait<br />
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Basically this album needs to come out. Now. </div>
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To be released September 24th.</div>The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-16334461222811420062012-08-06T20:51:00.000-07:002012-08-19T14:29:01.093-07:00inspiration is my drugi'm thankful for sites like <a href="http://www.lylaandblu.com/">lyla & blu</a>. i'm continuously inspired by their collection.
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things are meant to be seen, expressed, felt. craving poetic words, images, film, song, and an array of things which grapple my soul. social media is a drug; the discovery of little truths reflecting my inner core. raw moments captured by vulnerable souls, sharing the beauty of existence. hearing, seeing, clinging to the details that others have been priviledged to discover. full of nostalgia, escapism, feeling. whether it's through the desperation of a man whose song is the cry of love or a fictional character who finds the strength to rise from the pits of hell on earth. convincing us that there's a cure for our haunting memories and past mistakes. reminding us of the Love that covers all darkness. & inspiring us to find beauty, even within ourselves. ★The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-83326630216634283552012-07-31T22:01:00.002-07:002012-08-19T14:30:48.741-07:00adjusting your sails<i>A rough draft of all that I'm feeling; maybe to be completed in the near future.</i><br />
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Years have been spent with bitterness toward relationships and love. And tonight a bit of freedom and peace has found me. You can spend an entire Saturday crying. And by Tuesday evening, you're full of Christ's strength. On Sunday, I kept repeating the words: "On Christ's solid rock, I will stand."<br />
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I'm without a roommate for the first time in my life. But I don't feel alone. I feel like, as I sit here at my coffee table in my re-decorated apartment, I don't ever need to rely on the need to come home to someone. My King is here. His prescence is real, and He wants to be with me. Father. Friend. A King that provides for me in a way no person can. The one I know will pull me through anything, and love me at my weakest. He'll never walk away.<br />
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& I've had a breakthrough on this whole grace thing. Instead of beating myself up, digging a hole to feed on every bad feeling and negativity (like I did on Saturday), today I handed it over to God. And He carried it. <br />
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So after putting my heart on the line for a boy only to get it bruised, I can proudly proclaim I will be okay. I can conquer my greatest fear. I can risk relationships, and still find comfort if they fail.
There is no shame in tears or anger. But I'm tossing it aside, along with my pride. I'm not going to deny that I care about someone even though he chose to walk away. I'm not going to act like I'm this great person who he missed out on, and hang on to a bruised ego.<br />
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More and more I'm convinced two people being together is a miracle. It's messy, difficult, probably irritating; but it's beautiful. I think of the love my parents share and I just can't have bitterness toward the idea of being in a relationship. Not anymore. It's okay if I never experience it (<i>it being true love shared between two souls</i>). But I'm so thankful to witness the beauty of it. & I pray I don't go back to fearing the possibility it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01417456183890679686noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-89762586305397922532012-07-28T09:04:00.000-07:002012-08-19T14:29:38.224-07:00On My Mind<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;">
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“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”<br />
<span style="color: #f0c167;">―Eric Roth</span>The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-24251221319386123862012-06-26T19:29:00.000-07:002012-08-19T14:33:02.141-07:00Shake It Out<img src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2wpnryt.png" /><br />
My mind is chaos as I struggle to finish one thought before moving to the next. Writing is difficult, and all else a chore. Work nights have been wasted on useless things, when there is much to be done. There are clothes to be washed, books to be read and an abundance to learn. <br />
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Here at the Owl Diary I spend most of the time writing about myself. For many reasons I despise this. And I'm fully aware of the need to limit the word "I." But not tonight as I question how to define myself, or even the littlest bit of me. I often wonder if the words I string together are an accurate portrayl of who I am. <br /><a name='more'></a>
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I've heard that many study psychology because they desperately wish to comprehend their own problems. And perhaps somewhere along the way, they can help those with similar experiences.<br />
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Maybe that's why I write. I've always been a thinker. And I feel the thoughts in my head make up so much of who I am. I go mad trying to write it all down, believing it makes a difference. Maybe it doesn't, but there's the hope that it does. Or that one day it will. It's my attempt to construe the messy bits, piecing them together so as to make sense of why I am the way I am. Hoping to condense everything into simple words. <br />
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The habit started when I was thirteen, as one event started a domino effect that lasted through my teenage years. I wrestled with things outside of my control, constantly changing from sad to happy to angry to confused to numb and all emotional sorts. I wrote everything down, attempting to make sense of the world around me.<br />
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Documenting thought means things are real- that life and people matter. And when I can't get it down in the form of messy penmanship, my mind hangs on to it all.<br />
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Recently I've been asked about myself. And I'm realizing how difficult it is to openly talk about the things usually kept in word documents or tattered Moleskines. I hate impersonal responses and only touching the surface of who we are. I want to know it all. About me, about everyone. But I've convinced myself that others are not the same. They don't care about your soul. So I keep it concealed, sporatically showing bits in my writing.<br />
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Which leads me to my mind tonight, dealing with the lies I tell myself. Wondering if they're lies at all. And with that, all emotion creeps to my chest as I pause to let one hopeful thought calm my mind. <br />
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These demons don't matter. I am enough. And He who knit me in the womb casts out the biggest lie I know: I'm am not worthy of love.<br />
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He has made me worthy. Tapping the keys, negativity released, God seeps in and whispers His love. Reminding me that the world is beautiful after all. ★The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856565356383909034.post-73472068188680655172012-06-25T21:06:00.000-07:002012-08-19T16:49:40.952-07:00I want to see mountains, Gandalf!<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;">
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It's the beginning of summer, but I can't help but dream of cold air and escaping to mountains covered with trees. ★</div>The Owl Diaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16637560400894073177noreply@blogger.com0