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february favorites {hip hip hooray for alliteration and sun}.

6:55 PM



Hello everyone!

Switching it up from the usual life posts! Today I'm going to be writing about some of my favorite things this month. I think it's nice to look back and reflect on what's been great about life lately.

Starting off...

The 52 Lists Project. 
This is a book filled with lists for every week of the year. There's always something new to list, like people who brighten your day or your favorite characters. Plus there's another journal prompt at the end for you to write about related to the list. I really look forward to doing my list and journal every week.

Rimmel London Match Perfection Concealer  
I'm not the kind of person who spends lots and lots of money on high-end beauty products. Sometimes I'll splurge on something nice, but a majority of my makeup products are from the beauty isle of Target, Meijer, or Walmart. This concealer does what it says: match. When I put concealer on, I apply it to all of the spots over my face, and by the time I'm ready to press it in, it's nearly blended to the color of my skin. Sort of like a chameleon.

Perfectly Posh Honey Honey! Healing Body Crème
This stuff is magic. First of all, it smells like a sweet lemon drop dipped in honey without being too much. Second of all, it lasts all day. My skin feels the same softness after application at night as it does in the morning and throughout the day.

Perfectly Post Sleepy Sleep Stick
The Sleepy Sleep Stick is a miracle working. It smells of lavender and puts me to bed in minutes. Well, maybe not minutes. But it definitely helps to calm me down after a long day and put my mind to rest. I rub it on my temples and occasionally behind my ears as well.

Words I've been trying to live by this month:

Thanks for reading!




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I can't live like this anymore.

11:20 AM


Have you ever said that to yourself?

"I can't live like this anymore."

Life seems to be taking me limb by limb, second by second to the next thing, the next event, the next activity. And soon I begin to realize that life is pulling me away and I don't even feel as if I'm living it. I'm just doing these things because people expect me to. I realize that I don't even like doing half of it. Why am I living this way?

I begin to question what it even means to be living. I ask myself this nearly every day. It never occurred to me that one person's way of living life to the fullest could be different than another. I always pictured "life to the fullest" as someone who is always having fun, always going out, always with friends, always happy, always something.

But life isn't like that for everyone, and it doesn't make the value of your life any less if it's not. For one, different people enjoy different things. If I were always with people, or always partying, I would be miserable. To me, living life to the fullest means spending it with people that I love; talking to God every day and focusing my inner center on Him; reading until my eyes feel dry; writing a blog post on a Wednesday night; calling my mom when I need her; volunteering to hangout with people who just want to feel loved and accepted; being able to cry with someone; creating a killer lesson plan; or laughing with my boyfriend about how ridiculous the girl at the table next to us sounds. Sometimes, it means doing absolutely nothing; just listening to the sounds around me- my housemates downstairs, the train passing by, and occasionally (at the best moments), absolutely nothing.

Life doesn't determine what's good, or what's full. You do. And if you're me, God does.

God creates a blank canvas for your life each and every day. He commands the sun to rise and fall, the stars to shine and he asks you to live by His word. Not Sarah's word, or Emily's word, or John's word, or Charlie's. Don't conform to the pattern of this world, he says. Be yourself, he says. Use your gifts to make this world a better place. Not someone else's gifts.

Don't let someone else's definition of "fullest" take you to places where you're uncomfortable. I promise you, you will begin to utter, "I can't do this anymore."

The words will haunt you each and every day, and if you're like me, you'll lose sight of what really matters.

And when you can no longer do it, slow down and look back to God; he will tell you that it's okay. It's okay that you can't handle the job, the classes, the sport, the club, the society, the organization, etc. It's okay, he says, because he's right there with you. And what you're apart of makes no difference. It doesn't change your heart. And just like that, you will know what matters again.

More and more you should be able to say, "I can do this."

Create your own version of "fullest" and model it after your beliefs and your likings. Follow it forever, and you will never regret the way that you live your life.



lifestyle

Being a cat person in a dog person world. An introvert in an extrovertworld.

5:56 PM

My name is Brooke and I am a cat person.

I repeat, my name is Brooke and I am a cat person.

That's right, World. YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT. I'm tired of being shamed for loving cats, and I'm here to take a stand on it. I'm sick and tired of being called a "crazy cat lady" just because I like cats.

I think this is a bigger issue than just cats vs. dogs, though. I think it's more of an introvert vs. extrovert kind of debate. Each side is good, but the extroverts know that their way is better.

It's hard to be a cat person in a dog person world, an introvert in an extrovert world. The truth is, this is something I've struggled with my entire life. As an introvert, I've compared myself to extroverts since middle school, and still do today in college. I wish my mind would shut up for just two seconds about "you should say something more," or "they probably think you're weird for not talking," and "be a little more bubbly, like her."


For some reason, society shames introverts. They pin us as shy, boring, and stiff. In reality, we're thoughtful, observant, and intellectual. It's hard to understand what's going on beneath the surface with an introvert, but there's a lot under there. When I take myself into consideration, there are stories, compliments, analysis,  questions, facts, etc. all inside. If you get close enough to me, you might be able to know those things.

It's become very hard for me to see past what society labels me. Shut-in. Antisocial. Quiet. Boring. Weird. But I'm getting better at it. I'm learning to say "no" to more things, especially the things that aren't me. Trying to fit in only makes it worse. Instead, I focus on things that make me happy: reading, writing, the Internet in general, painting, baking, doing crafts. When I do those things, I feel my self-confidence go up. Partially because I'm good at these things, and partially because they make me feel good. When we, as introverts, attempt to act like extroverts, we feel miserable and we fail. We must do the things that bring us pleasure.

I'm not blaming the extrovert here. It's not your fault/decision that the world chooses to value your natural qualities more than mind. But I do wish that more extroverts could begin to understand why we aren't like them. Or just accept it and move on.

I'm glad that we have both kinds of people, who prefer either dogs or cats. Without my extrovert friends, I'd have far fewer experiences to write and think about. Without my introvert friends, I would have far fewer people to relate to and talk deep subjects with.

But just to be clear, I'm an introvert and...I like to go out (sometimes); I like to adventure; I like to hangout with friends; I like to talk (if we're going past surface level); and I also like to get reading for bed at 8pm and read until my eyes can't open; to eat dinner alone in my room; to write in the early hours of the morning; and I love cats because they're chill and not as overwhelming as dogs.

I'm sure extroverts like that stuff too, but could you stop shaming me for liking it a little bit more?








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