Due to some unforeseen exhaustion, yesterday's post did not happen, so let's have a 2-fer, shall we? Realize this may happen every once in awhile. I'm a human, 20-something, not to mention a millenial so pssh, get over it (please & thank you).
Day 3 - New Mexico!
Before yesterday I had never been to New Mexico and while I can't give the state an accurate rating, I can give the city of Las Cruces a solid 9/10. Beautiful area, lovely people, and the morning was so crisp and wonderful. Highly recommend.
It was amazing to watch the scenery change from TX hill-country to Western desert. Despite the general opinion on the joint, I really liked the desert look. Although I do love cacti, so maybe I'm biased!
Day 4 - Arizona!
We drove from NM to Arizona and saw lots of cacti and dirt, so that's cool. It was pretty lame on day two. When we finally made it to Phoenix we took a little trip to the Arizona Mills mall (which is pretty neat-o!). We had lunch/dinner at Rainforest Cafe and I can't properly convey how horrible the whole experience was, but oh well.
Throughout the process of meandering around, my mom pointed out this pet store. She said "Oh look!" I looked over and saw two furry things and, thinking they were guinea pigs, I followed her into the store. SPOILER ALERT! They weren't guinea pigs. They were puppies. And I nearly cried when I found the most perfect and darling little English Bulldog and then I really almost cried when I saw the precious thing was $6000. I'm about to move to one of the most expensive US cities... I can't afford a $6000 puppy. So, I sadly left the little cutie behind. It would've been easier if they had been guinea pigs.
In other news, the Single Origin Mocha Ice Blended from Coffee Bean is to die for. So go out and try that bad boy if you're near a Coffee Bean and in the mood for an expensive coffee/chocolate milkshake. You probably won't regret it.
Tomorrow when I write to you I'll be in my very first apartment, so get ready. It's gonna be wild... eh not really.
I almost forgot about this post...
Today I spent the entire day in San Antonio, TX with my mom. We ventured around the Riverwalk and through the city and had such an amazing time. Our vlog for today was a travel diary, so it's posted below.
We left from the Holiday Inn around 11AM and drove the 2.5 hours to San Antonio. We have a beautiful 7th story room in the Drury hotel with a view of the city and a sliver of the Riverwalk (which is connected to the hotel!).
The vlog does a better job showing what today was like, but here's a few of the highlights:
• Spending time with my Momma in her old stomping grounds
• Seeing the Riverwalk
• Visiting the Alamo
• Eating at Dick's restaurant and nearly having a panic attack but also having the best time ever!
• Taking a river tour and learning all about San Antonio history
• Eating epic Tex-Mex
• Thinking I saw someone die (he was just drunk)
• Having a mariachi band sing at my dinner table (and it was only $15 + our tip)
It was really just a day of enjoying each other's company and meandering around wherever we wanted to. I don't think today can be beat, but we still have a few more days of travel, so we'll see.
Today is day one of my 200 days of honesty and holy smokes was it a day...
7AM - Left Fort Walton Beach, Florida with the plan of driving 8 hours.
9AM - Stopped in a quaint Louisiana town for some breakfast and ate the most DELICIOUS eggs benedict. It was Cracker Barrel so it wasn't some kind of classy, stuck-up eggs benedict. It was fried chicken eggs benedict topped with PIMENTO CHEESE HOLLANDAISE! Don't knock it until you try it, because it was brilliant!
10AM-3PM - Two girls goofing off and being completely ridiculous in the car (as we almost always are on roadtrips). This is something I HOPE you'll watch our vlog for. I'll put it at the bottom of this blog post so you can see it. That'll explain this chunk of our day so much better.
3:30PM-6PM - Stuck in the AWFUL city of Houston (no offense to Houston peeps but every experience I've had in your fair city has been horrible). We were legitimately stuck in traffic this whole time and it was horrible. It ate up the rest of our eight hours of driving (so much for that...). We tried to make the most of the traffic, but when you haven't eaten since 9AM, haven't been the bathroom since noon, and have been driving since 7, being positive become a challenge.
6PM-7PM - The search for food and a hotel becomes intense. We find one town with a hotel but our food options are very limited. We drive twenty more minutes and finally stop, get a room, and take a drive to Whataburger, which is supposed to cure all, right? WRONG. So wrong. We were in the drive-thru at least 30 minutes waiting for food that turned out to be cold, over-salted, and not exactly what we ordered. Fun.
ON THE BRIGHT SIDE... Tomorrow we're going to Momma's old stomping grounds, San Antonio. It's less than three hours away. So we'll sleep in, meander over to S.A., get a nice room, eat a nice lunch and dinner, and just spend a great day together.
This was pretty much a rant post, but that's what day one of honesty gets ya... check out the vlog below for a more visual interpretation of our day. You won't regret it.
Pressing my face against the glass, I see them.
Diamonds sparkling, glittering, smiling at me.
They flash their perfectly cut and cleaned corners in my direction.
And I decide...
I'll be a diamond.
Watching TV I see her.
Perfectly poised on the runway, walking in six-inch stilettos without missing a beat.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, rosy cheeks, red lips.
Designed to be desired in every way.
A model with feathery white wings.
And I decide...
I'll be an angel.
Flipping through the glossy pages of a magazine I see her.
A perfectly Photoshopped smile.
Volumized hair pictured mid-graceful hair flip.
Legs that go for miles and curves perfectly designed for a little black dress.
And I decide...
I'll be her. The nameless girl with the perfect everything.
Staring in the mirror I see...
The no one with the tired blue eyes.
The no one with freshly waxed eyebrows.
The no one with a nose too big for her face, a crooked smile, and baby ears.
The no one who wants to be
... a diamond.
... an angel.
The no one who wants to be
If you ever feel this way please remember that God created you in HIS image. You are someone unbelievably special. Someone who is loved by the only One who matters. You're someone who is forgiven and set free. You're someone more valuable than all of the diamonds in the world.
Never forget it.
Welcome to 200 Days of Honesty. I'll be blogging every day for 200 days to chronicle what it's like transitioning from living with my family to living independently for six months.
I'm moving from Florida to California on Monday (which will be Day 1). My mom and I are driving across the country.
1 grand adventure.
I WON'T be sharing these posts on social media. So, if you want to see what's happening in my life for the next 200 days, then save this page to your bookmarks and know that at 9pm PST there will be a new post every day starting Monday, August 14th.
This truly is a grand adventure, and I hope you stick around.
I just saw another post about how demonic and awful Wonder Woman was and I got fired up.
The commercials say she is a 'god' created by Zeus. So why wouldn't you expect mythological gods and demons?
It's a movie about a warrior so why wouldn't you expect war and fighting?
I am so sick and tired of people promoting movies that say Godda** and other horrible words that defame and curse OUR GOD and bash movies that have a message about loving one another, fighting evil, and never giving up.
"Oh I loved La La Land," said many Christian friends of mine.
La La Land graced the screen with uses of Godda** and used the Son of God's name as an exclamation of frustration.
But it was so great, right?
"Wonder Woman was so mythological and anti-God and so full of violence," said many of the same Christians.
Yes, Wonder Woman was about a god created by Zeus. But it was also about a WARRIOR ordained to save and change the world by showing love and compassion to all and defeating the god of war. The demons.
A woman who didn't want to fight the normal "bad guys", the Germans. She wanted to get to the root. To the one who causes the war. Can you say, Satan?
She LOVED people unconditionally even when they wronged her.
She fought for what she believed in.
How awful of her. I cannot believe she would ever fight for something so rich in truth. Can't believe what our world is coming to.
I am not saying I'm void of guilt in the hypocrisy area of life, but I surround myself with people who I hope check me when I drift off the path of righteousness.
So here's your check. Do with it what you will.
I missed day one... shocking.
But I just saw something so incredibly beautiful that I HAD to share...
A woman, maybe in her mid to late fifties just came running into the auditorium during individual appointments. She ran to her friend/editor/publisher (don't really know) and started bawling, weeping saying "Thank you for [what I overheard] taking my book." The two embraced and now are chatting away, the woman still wiping tears from her eyes.
That's what writer's conferences are all about. They're about making and creating friendships and about cultivating your passions and stories. They can be magical in so many different ways.
Two years ago I came to Write-to-Publish as a writer who thought she had it all figured out and was ready to run into the arms of a traditional publisher. Now I own my own publishing house, make films, write screenplays, and help other authors succeed. I'm not the same person I was two years ago and it's a brilliant thing.
Is Write-to-Publish responsible for that change? Maybe and maybe not. But the people I met here (what seems like a lifetime ago) have changed my life and I would not be who I am today without them. Positive Note Network would not EXIST in its capacity without them. These people, this conference, is a Godsend.
If you take away one thing from this blog post let it be this... the best people you ever meet at WTP or other conferences may not come in the form of a publisher who wants to publish your book. They may be the people who believe in your work but even more than that... they believe in YOU.
It's 11:49pm. Tomorrow we leave for IA and we can't just turn around and come back this time. At least not for two weeks.
How do I feel?
Sad. Really sad. Like it's 12 years ago all over again.
I keep telling myself it's only two weeks. I'll be back. But my brain keeps repeating that moment when I was eight years old, saying goodbye to my Momo and Granddad and boarding the flight that changed my life forever.
For the better. But sometimes for the worse.
Do you know what it feels like to miss home? To long for it and mourn for it? To be away for more than half your life, but still step foot on your hometown turf just to have your heart beg your head never to leave.
Yeah. It kind of sucks.
Here's to hometowns and memories and all of that sappy stuff.
I swore I would never come back to this place, but in two weeks I don't know if I'll ever leave.
Well, it's almost midnight and Joanie B. and I have an incredibly long trip ahead of us for the next two days.
Thanks for reading (if you made it this far) and I'll write to you soon.
Since graduating college my life has been quite unbalanced. My grandmother died, I missed my actual graduation, I had to say goodbye to my second family at KMEG, I have to say goodbye to my church family, and lots of STUFF is happening. You'd think I would be crushed and defeated and bleh.
I'm typing this post while sitting at my grandparents' dining room table. The table they've had for as long as I can remember. The one that only fits four, but you could squeeze in three or four more with some mix-matched chairs.
For the first time in twelve years...
I am home.
It's hard to put into words how it feels. But let me give it a try...
It's that feeling when you finally sink into your own bed after weeks away, sleeping in hotels. That feeling of pure comfort and peace knowing this bed waited for you and you longed for it.
Maybe it's more like that feeling you get when you've been away at college and you finally get to sink your teeth into your favorite home cooked meal. That moment when nothing else could satisfy your hunger except that one thing and you actually have it.
That moment when you only have one puzzle piece left and it fits perfectly in the one hole left in your beautiful puzzle.
Fort Walton Beach is my missing puzzle piece.
It's the beach and the bay.
Sand in between my toes.
It's courage I don't have anywhere else.
Creativity and the desire to try new things.
Dreams and passions and memories.
It's everything I've missed for twelve years.
And now it's mine.
Why should you choose PNN for your publishing, videography, promotional, or positivity needs? Let's see...
1. God set this business into motion and ordains everything we do.
2. We're easy and fun to work with.
3. We don't settle for anything but our best.
4. We're storytellers, and we're ready to share your story with the world.
5. We're not in it for ourselves and will do anything to help you succeed.
6. Our prices are competitive.
7. We want your genuine feedback and won't stop until you like the work.
8. We can work in a creative and/or analytical headspace.
9. We can be a one-stop shop for your branding, publishing, videography, and
10. We don't just want your money. We want your friendship.
So... there it is. Ten reasons why PNN is the place for you to do business!