shift

I don't know where to start but there's so much going on and at same time life feels like I'm stuck inside this photo. 
 

    I am trying to document my life more, and in more organic ways. Sometimes I photograph, sometimes I journal, and sometimes I make mental notes acknowledging the risk of them being forgotten. I don't need to remember everything, right?

(All photos taken on a lazy Saturday, April 19, 2014.)

Recently I've been listening to a lot of music that may or may not be slightly out of my character, but it's slowly becoming the soundtrack to my life and I love every bit of it.

hello again! + an actual recipe (sorta)

I haven't updated this thing in a year or so and I only feel slightly guilty.
Okay, no, the truth is, I always think about updating it, because coming back here to read my old posts is always a neat experience. Sometimes it's way too emotional and nostalgic, other times it's simply motivating. Motivating to do more, to enjoy more, to document more.

This year I have a few really big goals, and a few smaller goals that I hope to add to and expand from along the way. My bigger goals will probably help me accomplish my smaller ones, and I'm glad that it is so. It's less stressful and overwhelming that way. One of my smaller goals is to document more of my life photographically, and to accompany it with my own words on this blog. I also want to start a 52 weeks self-portrait project. I think that will be mostly therapeutic for me. To wrap it up: I really just want to document more for the sake of documenting. My future self will appreciate the effort, and that's really what I'm looking forward to. If you happen to read this, I hope you enjoy what I have to offer.

So, another one of my smaller goals is to start preparing meals for myself more. I tend to just slightly modify whatever my mom makes to fit my taste/needs, or simply grab whatever I can find that looks tasty (fruit, mostly) and eat as is. I like eating that way, but I also think it would be beneficial to learn how to prepare actual meals that others would want to eat. I also want to figure out a more basic, wholesome, clean kind of diet for myself, and for that I need to start getting out of my comfort zone and experimenting. I think pretty much all my goals require getting out of my comfort zone...*cringes just a little* Anyway, here are some photos of a delicious quinoa recipe that I came up with on the spot. It may have been subconsciously inspired by stuff I've seen online, but I couldn't really tell you for sure.

I make my quinoa very simply. Rinse, bring to a boil, let simmer, serve. No salt.

I prepared some cilantro and jicama to add to the quinoa once it was done.

Once the quinoa was ready to serve, I added the jicama, sprinkled black pepper, and topped with the cilantro. To my surprise -- it was good! It was even approved by my little sister. Yay.

I'm pretty sure I spent way more time photographing this than actually eating it.
Somehow I am totally okay with that (okay, yes, I'm also used to it).

Make your own quinoa and share your recipe with me!
xo

Maybe I’m a little naive

So, maybe I’m a little naive for saying this but you know when people say, “You can’t be in love just after a few days!” when they hear little teeny couples telling each other “I love you” like it’s no big deal? Well. I get that. I really do. Sometimes it’s really easy just to spit those words out without thinking twice. I’ve been there. I get it.

But….I mean, why couldn’t it be true? Sometimes two people meet at just the right time, at the precise moment in which they are just ready for each other. Life prepares us for certain things at a certain time. Some things really aren’t coincidences and I firmly believe that.

So what if they want to say, “I love you” or skip ahead to “When we’re married…”s? So what if they want to be affectionate after a short period of time?

Just because it’s infatuation doesn’t mean that it can’t also be love, or whatever-you-wanna-call-it. I also don’t understand when people say, “Oh, I thought I was in love but it obviously wasn’t real” just because it didn’t work out. Well, what if it doesn’t work out? That doesn’t erase everything that happened or anything that was felt.

Maybe it’s super immature of me to think these things. Maybe I’m just a total romantic and refuse to let the world ruin that for me. Maybe I want to be able to tell a boy that I love him without feeling like the whole world is staring at me and scoffing at my silliness.

So maybe I fell in love with a boy in a matter of just a few days. Who’s to tell me what I do or do not feel?

So maybe it will work out and in a few years I will have to chance to laugh at life’s face and recite the famous little words from The Smiths' song that go, “How can they see the love in our eyes, and still they don’t believe us?” happily as I skip around the block with The Love of My Life.

Of course, there is always the chance that it won’t work out. So let’s say it doesn’t. That doesn’t mean that it wasn’t true and right and real (or what-have-you) in its moment.

But who knows, maybe I’m just a little naive for feeling this way after all.  

(image source: simplewritings)