1. DIY Workout Shirt

    I have been so sick of feeling like a scrub muffin at the gym when wearing my old ratty t-shirts to work out. Sure, I’m going to sweat all over what I wear to the gym, but it’s nice to feel cute while doing it. But I do not have the cash to be scooping up Nike gear right now. 

    So I turned to Pinterest for some ideas (my heaven, my angel, my love. I love Pinterest) and voila! I learned how to easily repurpose some old t-shirts I had. 

    See here, my Sam Adams t-shirt is comfy and great to work out in, but I feel like I’m wearing a large pillow cover. So I cut this thing up. Check out how it turned out below!

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  2. Forgiveness…?

    Can we really forgive and forget? 

    Or should we forgive and never forget?

    Or should we never forgive and just forget?

    I’ve been faced with this dilemma in my relationship recently. After a betrayal, I’ve decided to move forward and not end our love affair, but I can’t seem to decide if I’ll be forgiving and forgetting or forgetting and remembering?

    Can we ever really reach a level of true forgiveness?

    Right now, I can honestly say I don’t know. A part of me wants to move forward and never think about this again. Another part of me wants to move forward but keep an eye out for untrue behavior. Actions do speak louder than words, ya’ll. 

    But what kind of relationship is it if you can’t fully trust someone to take care of and respect you? If you have to keep a “look out” for untrustworthy behavior. Why, that’s no way to live at all. 

    Does love really conquer all? Can love conquer a breach of trust? Can love heal the searing burn of betrayal? 

    I sure hope so. I’m giving it the chance to, at least. 


  3. The Power of Positivity

    Simply step away from a situation, find the positive and change the way you look at something if the situation cannot be changed. #1MinuteStressSaviour

    Change your thoughts, change your world, my friends. 

    I’ll be honest: the last few weeks I have been a miserable bitch. 

    I am miserable in my job, stressed about finances, and constantly nagging my gorgeous boyfriend. 

    I sound like so much fun!

    But on Wednesday of this week, I realized I needed to check the ‘tude and do some serious self-reflection. 

    Instead of counting my misfortunes (I hate my job! I have no money! My boyfriend does blah blah blah!), I wrote out a list of everything in life that I am grateful for. 

    I am grateful to at least be employed while searching for the right job.
    I may not be rich, but I have enough to pay the rent and buy a ton of canned tuna.
    I have a boyfriend that loves me, despite my crazy PMS and chipped nail polish. 
    And the list goes on and on. 

    It can be easy to fall into a pit of self-pity, where we sit and stew in our misfortunes. But ya’ll, life is good. And we must focus our thoughts and our energy on to the positives in life, and the positives yet to come! 

    So instead of focusing on what I do not have, I am choosing to focus on what I do have, and what I can have with a change of attitude. New job? Envision it. Happier relationship? Make it happen. 

    Happiness is a choice. I choose happiness today and everyday thereafter. 

    It’s only been two days, but already my 8-5 in the office isn’t as awful, I feel so much more connected to the boy, and the glass is looking half-full. 

    Choose happiness, my loves! Life is too short to be anything but blissfully and incandescently happy. 



  4. Don’t Ever Grow Up?


    Phew. Well that was exhausting. 

    I just spent the last two hours going through my finances, creating my monthly budget, and paying my bills. 
    I feel so grown up. 

    I’ve always thought the idea of growing up was disgusting. Bills, responsibilities, jobs- ew! 

    But as I am “growing up” I’m realizing this rocks!

    I’m taking care of myself 100% for the first time and man, does that feel good. I make my own money, pay my own bills, buy what I want when I want it. 
    Right on. 

    Not only am I taking care of my own finances, but really taking care of myself for the first time.

    Sure, I used to work out in college and dieted, but never did I ever do it with the intention of maintaining my health. It was always about losing weight. I’m starting to cook (eyes out for recipes!), eat organically, drink green tea, replace vodka shots with wine, the whole works. Not with the intention of losing weight, but to take care of my body. We only have one, you know!

    Growing up also means taking care of your wardrobe. No more yoga pants and flannel shirts in public. I get that the grungy look is in — but no more for this girl. I’m rocking that put-together look now. Oh yeah. 

    Twenty Something’s tips to growing up:

    • Create an Excel sheet with your monthly expenses. Budget your money. Do this now and you’ll be thankful you did down the road
    • Stop wearing yoga pants anywhere other than to the yoga studio
    • Work out consistently. Not just to lower the number on the scale, but to reduce your chance of heart disease, cancers, and so many other things. Just work out. Just do it. 
    • Eat better! Stop eating pizza and chicken nuggets every night. Reserve those cheat meals for the weekends. Learn to cook. Learn to love salads (hold the ranch). Learn to nourish your body.
    • Hustle. Always be hustling. And don’t stop until you retire or win the lotto.
    • Find your own look. Don’t follow the trends. Find what works for you and rock it. 
    • Practice safe sex. Please baby Jesus, if you’re not already, makes sure it’s wrapped up. 
    • Wear red lipstick. 

  5. Then Again, Maybe Not…

    Well, I tried ya’ll. 

    I tried to “go with the flow,” to be excited about my sales job in a city that didn’t feel right. 

    But at the end of the day, none of it felt right. I was miserable. Miserable in my job, miserable in my living situation, miserable in my cold and rainy commute. 

    So I stopped going with the flow. 
    I’m making my own flow now, bitches. 

    I quit my job, packed up my crap, and headed east to Sacramento, CA. 

    …I know what you’re thinking. I left Charleston, then Nashville, then San Francisco to end up living in Sacramento?! I must be crazy, right?

    Maybe I am crazy. Who knows? Who cares. All I know is that I am crazy happy with my decision. 

    Life is too damn short to be unhappy. It is too short to spend your time doing things you don’t like doing. Life is too short to not go after what you want. 
    Life is temporary, guys. Make the most of it. 

    I’m going to be live in a small city where traffic is minimal, everything’s conveniently around the corner, I can drive my car to work, I can see my boyfriend on weekdays (hallelujah! Weekday sex!), and I’m an hour from the city and an hour from Tahoe and an hour from wine country. Boom.

    So if any of you know of someone looking for a roommate in Sac, tell them to hit me up. 
    And if you’re unhappy in any facet of your life— change it. No one is going to do it for you, my friends. 


  6. Explore the Unknown.


    Life is weird, man. 

    You think you have it all planned out, you know what you want and in what direction you’re heading when all of a sudden - POOF - shit happens and everything gets turned upside down. 

    I thought I knew what I wanted, where I was going. I was going to LA where I was going to work in the entertainment industry and act on the side. I was going to paddleboard everyday and do yoga on the beach. I was going to be tan. I was going to be happy!

    But somehow, I’ve found myself in San Francisco. How the hell did that happen? No way I’m going to be tan while living here.
    And I’m a creative! I write and sing and act- I don’t sell things to people. Especially over the phone. 

    What the hell am I doing with my life?

    I guess it’s this- I’m going with the flow, following the direction that the universe is pushing me in. Sometimes you have to let go of your expectations and your plans and let life happen. 

    I don’t doubt that someday soon, I’ll get myself down to the City of Angels, but until then, I’m going to dive in, explore and enjoy this new city and new job I’ve found myself in. 
    I’m going to learn and grow and have a fucking awesome time because hey, that’s what life is about. 

    Time to go explore… 


  7. Embrace Your Weird.

    Last night, my mom and I stayed up until 5 am laughing our asses off at the home movies we found in the attic. What was so funny? My weirdo, miniature self. 

    I was a weird kid. I wore underwear on my head as hats, wore my dad’s shoes around the house all damn day, and was singing into strings, spatulas, or my hair- whatever I could find- and putting on a show in my baby gibberish. 

    Multiple times, on multiple videos, you can hear my mom behind the camera saying, “She’s out there, that kid…”

    And you know what, I’m still out there. Over the years, I’ve learned to behave as a normal person does- I’ve stopped wearing underwear on my head- but I’m still that goofy, over-animated, over-excited girl. It’s funny to see how everything I was doing as a child translated into my adult lift, wearing funky outfits and performing onstage in plays. 

    As a adults, we all need to be embracing our inner child, our inner weirdness. 

    As grown ups, we’re supposed to have it together, we’re supposed to keep our cool.
    I say fuck that.
    Let’s all be the inner weirdos we used to be, before society told us who to be and what to think. 

    Embrace your weird, people. 


  8. From Darkness to Light.


    I used to think I had it all figured out. 
    I had a really good idea of how I expected my life to turn out, of who I was going to be. 

    Boy, was I off.

    Here I am, at 24 years old, more lost than I’ve ever been. 

    I grew up with this idea that I would grow up to become a powerful, career-oriented, Manolo-wearing New Yorker with a fabulous apartment that I shared only with my cat. 
    No children, no love-of-my-life, no cooking skills. Nothing domestic whatsoever. Just me and my career and life was going to be perfect. 

    Except… I don’t think that is who I want to be at all. That is not how I have turned out. 

    The idea of marriage and children terrified me, made me sick. I watched my parents marriage crash and burn, helped with the raising of my little brother. I had been there, done that, checked all that shit off of my list. 

    A career would never leave me with an empty house and empty beds. A career wouldn’t ever turn a cold shoulder, or require walls to come down. Having nothing but a career would be safe. I could accomplish greatness and take over the world, maybe the universe. Alone. 
    Safe and alone. 

    Fuck that, Janae!

    It seems all of the preconceived notions I had about what I wanted from life were wrong, backwards. 

    A life without love- what kind of life is that? Of course I still want a career and want to kick ass at my job, but I no longer think that only my job will be able to fulfill my fluid soul. 

    I’ve realized: I want love.
    "Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.”

    And I want a home, not an apartment. Any maybe some kids and even a dog. 
    I want to open my heart and my life up to light. No more sealing myself off, hiding behind the walls I’ve spent years building so solid and sound. 

    It’s time for the walls to come down and for me to start basking in the light. 


  9. Milk.


    "Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really."


  10. Happy Place.


    They say happiness isn’t a destination, but a way of traveling. I believe that. It’s all about attitude and perspective, sure. But there are some places out there that just overwhelm me with happiness. 

    1. Disneyland
    I grew up marveling the wonders of Disneyland, with Mickey Mouse and live princesses roaming the streets, and fireworks and cotton candy around every corner. As an adult today, there is still no other place that can put a smile on my face like Disneyland. It’s a place where fairytales really do come true, magic does exist, and good always triumphs over evil. It is definitely my number one happy place. 

    2. Bin 152
    Bin 152 is a wine bar on lower King Street in Charleston, South Carolina where the bartenders know your name, your favorite wine, and your favorite type of cheese. It’s a place you go and become part of a family. It’s appropriate for a chill night with a date or a rager with a girlfriend. Bin is what I miss most about Charleston. 

    3. My Bed
    Pretty self-explanatory. My bed makes me happy. It’s comfy and cozy and where I spend a whole lot of time. 

    4. The Cliff House in San Francisco
    The most amazing views and clam chowder in all of the city. I love watching the seagulls try to escape the spray of the waves as they crash into the rocks below. It’s so beautiful and yummy and someplace I always visit while in SF. A tourist trap, yes, but still a tradition. 

    5. The Wharf Master’s Inn in Point Arena, CA
    My grandparents bought this little hotel on the Mendocino coast when I was just old enough to walk. I spent my summers there chasing butterflies and picking flowers. It’s so beautifully quiet there, with nothing but the sound of the ocean and the fishermen at the dock. Plus, the rooms have jacuzzi tubs large enough to swim in. Hello, bubble baths. 

    6. Radnor Lake in Nashville, TN
    About 20 minutes from my mothers house in Nashville, Randor Lake is a wildlife reserve where all is right in the world. I hike here almost every day, covering every inch of trail then back again. I listen to the birds and the chipmunks and run into Bambi and his mom. Plus it’s getting the booty into shape. No better way to work out than enjoying the outdoors.