What is that feeling?

Categories, Lifestyle/Personal

Lately I’m all questions and no answers. I’m giving advice but unable to take my own. “If you have a hard time figuring out what you want to be, choose the lifestyle you want and find a way to live it,” I tell my brother as if it’s easy. I know it’s difficult. I know how hard it is to not KNOW all of the answers, how lost you can feel when you can’t begin to explain who you want to be. I know what it’s like to crave adventure but not know where to turn. I know that feeling and I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t burn. If I said it didn’t set my soul aflame and leave me lying awake at night. I know that feeling, I live that feeling.

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what will that next crazy venture be?

Talk soon,

Vanessa Xo 

Cleanin' Up My Over-thinking Mind

Lifestyle/Personal

What’s the best place to sit down and think – maybe even cry?

The car wash. No, I’m not talking about the Jessica Simpson These Boots are Made for Walking kind of car wash. (Check the 3 minute mark – you’re welcome boys 😛 )

 

I’m talking about the car wash attached to your local gas station. You pay, put your car in neutral, and relax. No one can see you, no one can hear you, and no one can come knocking on your door and interrupt you.  I love sitting there and letting my whole body relax. I love watching the soap bubble-up after it sprays on the windshield.  When I was little – well I guess I’m still a tiny person, so when I was younger the soap was multicoloured. Huge long strips of some heavy cloth would bang at your car from every angle, I called them octopus legs. I always felt like going through the car wash some little family adventure, that we would end up in a different world by the time we reached the end – oh, to be a kid again 😦 .

The soap used to look something like this ^.  It’s easy to get lost in those colours and sort out your thoughts. Although the colours aren’t that spectacular at the car wash I go to, I still stare at them (or through them) and sort out my feelings, sort out my thoughts.

I always come out the other side a little more relaxed, a little more determined, and a little more sure of a decision that I am about to make.

Long live the lazy person’s car wash. 

Love Always 
Vanessa Xo

Cleanin’ Up My Over-thinking Mind

Lifestyle/Personal

What’s the best place to sit down and think – maybe even cry?

The car wash. No, I’m not talking about the Jessica Simpson These Boots are Made for Walking kind of car wash. (Check the 3 minute mark – you’re welcome boys 😛 )

 

I’m talking about the car wash attached to your local gas station. You pay, put your car in neutral, and relax. No one can see you, no one can hear you, and no one can come knocking on your door and interrupt you.  I love sitting there and letting my whole body relax. I love watching the soap bubble-up after it sprays on the windshield.  When I was little – well I guess I’m still a tiny person, so when I was younger the soap was multicoloured. Huge long strips of some heavy cloth would bang at your car from every angle, I called them octopus legs. I always felt like going through the car wash some little family adventure, that we would end up in a different world by the time we reached the end – oh, to be a kid again 😦 .

The soap used to look something like this ^.  It’s easy to get lost in those colours and sort out your thoughts. Although the colours aren’t that spectacular at the car wash I go to, I still stare at them (or through them) and sort out my feelings, sort out my thoughts.

I always come out the other side a little more relaxed, a little more determined, and a little more sure of a decision that I am about to make.

Long live the lazy person’s car wash. 

Love Always 
Vanessa Xo