Entries Tagged as 'Inspiration, Etc.'

happy friday & lovely links!

Posted on: Friday, August 12, 2016

Happy FriYAY! I’m in Nashville this weekend, where E and I met up with my parents and sisters for a few days. So happy to be here with them and to be in real summer weather. ;) I haven’t shared a lovely links blog post {all available HERE} in awhile, and wanted to share. Whenever I discover/read a good article, I try to save it on my phone or in a draft email so I can re-read in the future or pass along to a friend. Here’s some of the latest articles I wanted to share with you. Enjoy your weekend, friends!

My awesome friend Kelly and her boyf’s popular Greetings From Tour was recently featured on Conde Nast Traveler! // Follow @greetingstour to see if they are coming to paint an epic mural to YOUR city!

A freelancer’s guide to SF + Oakland // I contributed to this blog post and shared some of my favorite wifi + work spots in SF (more here!)

Our fiddle leaf fig plant is growing! // Here’s some tips & tricks on how to care for a fiddle leaf fig.

Pretty, Affordable Art // Awesome round-up from my friend Cait!

Doesn’t this heirloom tomato and ricotta tart look incredible?

Just bought Present Over Perfect, the just-released book from my fave author Shauna Niequist. CAN’T WAIT to dig in!

Kid Lessons from Dallas Clayton, “bite-sized life lessons to make your life and the lives of those around you better.” // He’s one of my favorite people to follow on Insta @dallasclayton

{Image via Tanja Cappell of Frau Holle Studio}

how to ruin your life

Posted on: Thursday, July 7, 2016

 

We choose a program right out of high school because the proper thing to do is to go straight to University. We choose a job right out of University, even if we didn’t love our program, because we just invested time into it. We go to that job every morning because we feel the need to support ourselves abundantly. We take the next step, and the next step, and the next step, thinking that we are fulfilling some checklist for life, and one day we wake up depressed. We wake up stressed out. We feel pressured and don’t know why. That is how you ruin your life.

You ruin your life by choosing the wrong person. What is it with our need to fast-track relationships? Why are we so enamored with the idea of first becoming somebody’s rather than somebodies? Trust me when I say that a love bred out of convenience, a love that blossoms from the need to sleep beside someone, a love that caters to our need for attention rather than passion, is a love that will not inspire you at 6am when you roll over and embrace it. Strive to discover foundational love, the kind of relationship that motivates you to be a better man or woman, the kind of intimacy that is rare rather than right there. “But I don’t want to be alone,” we often exclaim. Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it, because you are sure of yourself. Wait for it. Please, I urge you to wait for it, to fight for it, to make an effort for it if you have already found it, because it is the most beautiful thing your heart will experience.

You ruin your life by letting your past govern it. It is common for certain things in life to happen to you. There will be heartbreak, confusion, days where you feel like you aren’t special or purposeful. There are moments that will stay with you, words that will stick. You cannot let these define you – they were simply moments, they were simply words. If you allow for every negative event in your life to outline how you view yourself, you will view the world around you negatively.

You ruin your life when you compare yourself to others. The amount of Instagram followers you have does not decrease or increase your value. The amount of money in your bank account will not influence your compassion, your intelligence, or your happiness.

You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you.

You ruin your life by tolerating it. At the end of the day you should be excited to be alive. When you settle for anything less than what you innately desire, you destroy the possibility that lives inside of you, and in that way you cheat both yourself and the world of your potential. We have to strive to do extraordinary work, we have to strive to find extraordinary love. Only then will we tap into an extraordinarily blissful life.

via Bianca Sparacino on ThoughtCatalog // image via Jenna Kutcher

lucky andi archives: ending the fairytale mindset

Posted on: Thursday, May 26, 2016

I originally wrote this post titled Why That Fairytale Mindset Needs to End over three years ago, in 2013 (!!), and thought it was worth re-sharing. Part of the post is a  reflection on women and how our culture often puts pressure, some obvious, some not-so-obvious, to look, behave, and think a certain way. While there’s an influence of stronger women in the media and in our world – from politics (Hillary!) to TV/movies to music (Queen B!) and beyond – we still have a ways to go.

I recently was having dinner with friends and we were talking about negotiating rates for projects. After a lot of conversations with lady friends in similar situations, the consensus was pretty clear – we often settle for less than we think we deserve and feel “rude” or “mean” asking for more. My husband Eric was in the room, and he reminded us that a lot of guys would have no issue asking for exactly what they want and need – and encouraged us to do the same. YAS.

Mostly, when I originally wrote this post, it was a reminder to myself, to be the strong, confident and empowered woman that I am, rather than sinking to a level of insecurity and fragility.  And that still applies today. xo!

Almost every single childhood fairy tale story or movie has the same storyline: woman needs rescued, man saves the day. The end. After recently re-watching this Sex and the City episode and simultaneously reading a chapter in Shauna Niequist’s Bittersweet titled “Princess-free Zone” I got to thinking about how destructive this fairy tale mindset actually is. One simple line from the chapter stuck out to me: “It drives me bonkers when women depend instead on their sexuality or their fragility. I think there’s a better way.” 

I couldn’t agree more.

We women grew up watching movies and reading stories and playing dolls where the male figure sweeps in to save the day and rescue the lost, confused or scared female figure. When we were too old for standard storybook fairy tales, we moved on to a different, yet frightening similar, cultural messaging and media portrayal of women. In these stories, women used their bodies to get what they wanted; these women were frail and weak and depended on men to save them yet again. The only difference is that the men weren’t always portrayed quite literally as a knight in shining armor like in those Disney movies.

There was a phase during high school where I wouldn’t answer questions out loud in class because I didn’t want to be considered smart.  Instead of acting like a confident, outgoing sixteen-year-old girl, I would play the confused dumb blonde role just to sadly enough, have people pay attention to me. I’ve always been friendly, easy to get along with and happy and was fearful that being smart and simply being myself would jeopardize those things. That’s when the dumb questions and the flakiness would slowly seep into my conversations and interactions and turn me into someone I wasn’t. This VICE article shares more insight {some truthful, some just hilarious} at why girls play dumb.

This isn’t something I’m proud of and it’s not who I was raised to be. I was taught to take control of and responsibility for my own actions, that I have a good head on my shoulders. I was taught to speak openly and intelligently and to expect that everyone, both males and females, older and younger, treat me with respect and dignity. I was taught to be independent and at the same time, collaborate and work with others as equals in any and all situations. I was taught to work hard, to never back down and to wholeheartedly follow my dreams and my faith. My hope and prayer is that more women learn that they don’t need someone else to save them. Women have the capacity and opportunity to be self-reliant, self-sufficient and perhaps most important of all, self-loving.

Don’t get me wrong: I am a girly girl in lots of ways through and through. I always have been – including during that terrifying dumb blonde phase of high school –  and don’t see it changing any time soon. I enjoy getting my nails done, I wear heels most days of the week and I could talk about almost any and every fashion show or monthly magazine cover. I like to be taken out on dates and prefer to talk about the latest shoe trend rather than the latest football game score. I don’t want you to mistake me for being anti-feminine or to confuse femininity with fragility.

To the men out there, please celebrate confidence, intelligence, strength, passion and kindness in women and not just their sexuality or fragility. To the lovely women reading this, quit relying on men to rescue you and quit depending on men to make you feel beautiful or accepted. That’s putting a whole lot of pressure ON THEM – and doing yourself a disservice. You are not complete because you have the attention from a guy and you don’t need someone else to figure it all out for you, to tell you what is or isn’t beautiful, smart or wonderful.  It’s time you view yourself as beautiful or accepted, regardless of what anyone – male or female – thinks. Don’t be afraid to be smart and don’t be afraid to go after what you want – whether that’s in your career, relationship or any other aspect of life.

I hope today and everyday you realize the the importance of being active with your own life – active with your decisions and conversations and interactions. I hope you embrace how gloriously freeing it is to take ownership for your own life; rather than watch someone else dictate or bulldoze you and your dreams, hopes and plans. Most of all, I hope you let go of that fairy tale mindset that whispers someone else needs to rescue you.

Lots of love,
Andi

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lucky andi archives: body image reminders

Posted on: Thursday, March 24, 2016

I originally wrote this blog post in 2013, but it’s worth re-sharing over and over again, because I seem to need to remind myself these truths over and over again. Maybe you are struggling with what you look like or frustrated about a certain body part and need to hear this too. Oh, and here’s a photo I shared on Instagram from very recently and there’s some things I love about the photo (mainly my outfit and the pretty, foggy ocean backdrop) but other things I caught myself criticizing, so I continue to remind myself, over and over: you are more. And so are you. <3 xo  //

As a 20-something woman, I have, at some point or another, been self-conscious about {let’s just go from top to bottom}: my hair, my eyes, the bags under my eyes, my nose, my lips, my teeth and smile, my sometimes-double chin, my chest, my arms, my fingers…!!!, my shoulders, my lack-of-six-pack abs, the rest of my stomach, my hips, my butt, my thighs, my calves, my ankles…did I miss a body part? Probably not. The list goes on and on and on and it’s so hard to keep up with all of it. What I mean by “all of it” is two-fold: the negative voices in my head telling me I’ll never be skinny/pretty/curvy/[INSERT SOMETHING] enough AND the constant pressure and expectation to always look a certain way deemed beautiful by our culture and the media. What we our physical bodies look like is something that both guys and girls struggle with; maybe sometimes and maybe all the time. I just want to scream and shout to everyone and myself one thing: YOU ARE MORE.

You are more than the size your hips are and the size of your bra. You are more than stretch makes and cellulite and wrinkles and you are more. You are more than that itsy bitsy {or maybe not so itsy bitsy} voice in your head telling me you must be smaller! thinner! more in shape! You are more than that space between your thighs and your jiggly arms and your not-so-tight stomach. Even if you love or “feel okay” about your toned arms or curvy behind, you are more. Regardless of weight, hair color, height, eye shape, talents, skills, whatever – you are of value and can live out of that truth both securely and confidently. You are more.

What I’m learning slowly but surely is that positive body image is a lifelong process. It’s not something we can snap our fingers and just make happen. Like joy, it is a daily and conscious choice to make – this decision and way of living to view yourself as more.The National Eating Disorders Association explains “positive body image” like this: “You celebrate and appreciate your natural body shape and you understand that a person’s physical appearance says very little about their character and value as a person.” Beyond true.

I love the lyrics to this song {A More Beautiful You by Jonny Diaz} . The words are simple, and at the same time, beautifully profound, reminding me that I am more than what culture says or what the media shows me and I am more.“Don’t buy the lies, disguises and hoops, they make you jump through. You were made to fill a purpose that only you could do, so there could never be a more beautiful you.” and… “Well little girl fourteen, I wish that you could see that beauty is within your heart. And you were made with such care; your skin your body and your hair are perfect just the way they are.”

I hope today you decide to vicariously and expressively live in the body you were created in and to nourish it and thank it and celebrate it – right where it is right now. I hope you remember you are so much more, beautiful friend.

// Originally posted HERE

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