It may be a little late in this dreaded Monday, but it’s never too late for a little pick-me-up. This is a little something to keep in mind, friends…
It’s all about a little switch in perspective :)
Fear not friends, I’m back! And what a perfect way to restart my blogging than a Motivational Monday (especially with the ass kicking I received from last week).
Sometimes, it may seem the world is out to get you. Nothing goes right, you start going a little crazy, everybody is on your case, and before you know it…you’re crying hysterically because Starbucks is out of Cool Lime Refreshers. Thats when you know you need to step back and take a breath.
Because life moves on, and there are other Starbucks in this world. When times get crazy, remember to
keep calm and carry on CALM THE F*CK DOWN!!!
This. This is everything. Stop looking for things to make you happy, find it within yourself. And that’s all there is to it.
PS: All this international love is surreal. I’m being read in 16 different countries!! Cray-zay! Let me know where you’re reading from in the comments, I would love to hear from you. Big hugs and kisses to you all! XX
I love Space Jam too, kid, I love Space Jam too.
THIS KID SAYS IT ALL! Get through that Monday, because he knows you can believe in yourself.
First of all, if you haven’t heard of The Kooks…what kind of strange rock are you living under?! Their music is my sunshine on a cloudy day!! There is no other way to describe their beach-y, chill, rocker vibe. Prepare to have your world rocked. Literally.
Honestly, I’m sure in my past life I was a sea turtle. Relationship? No thank you, I’m in love with the ocean. I live probably the farthest you could get from an ocean and I think its slowly killing me. Ever been in a long distance relationship? Imagine that feeling but 298347987x worse. I am a beach bum and proud of it.
Ever since I was a fetus, I have gone to California at least once a year. And maybe I never had any control for this deep rooted love for the sand, sea and sun; looking back, it was forced upon me as a baby. I imagine small fetus me being all, “Where are we? Why is everything so warm and watery…OMG there is sand in my diaper!” and the California coastline is all, “You better get used to me, you’ll be coming here every year”. So, every year, without fail; I’d ride the coin operated clown ride on Santa Monica Pier and rock my water wings in the Pacific ocean. And before you know it, the love wasn’t forced anymore. It was REAL.
So, as far as my career and life choices go, I’m hopelessly lost. But one thing I know for sure…whatever it takes, one day you’re all going to be addressing all my mail to Ocean Front Walk, Santa Monica, California.