Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Kiana Khansmith
blake kathryn
Sade Olutola
dirt enthusiast
todays bird
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@theartofmadeline
oozey mess
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
DEAR READER
Peter Solarz
cherry valley forever
tannertan36
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shark vs the universe
NASA
YOU ARE THE REASON
titsay
styofa doing anything
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
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seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
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seen from United Kingdom
seen from Australia
seen from Japan
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@alicia-light
Countries I have visited
1. South Korea
2. United States
3. United Kingdom
4. Israel
5. Japan
6. Barbados
7. China
8. Hong Kong
9. Mexico
10. Canada
11. Ireland
12. Finland
13. Laos
14. Vietnam
15. Thailand
16. Nepal
17. Switzerland
18. Poland
19. Slovakia
20. Czech
21. Austria
22. Hungary
23. Croatia
24. Jordan
25. Sweden
Embrace failure, live for change
Long overdue for a blog post, I return to Tumblr to acknowledge failures and change. In the past 3 years, for various obnoxious reasons I’ve ended up living in 6 apartments, going on 7 since I returned to the windy city. I certainly am not a person who chronically moves - for some weird reason or another I have needed to or been presented with an opportunity I couldn’t refuse. Intrinsically speaking I wasn’t required to move, and doing so has not been an economical path. But each was an experiment - a failure if you will - and I learned a bit about myself from each home and each person I lived with.
But this post is about becoming comfortable with failure. And bouncing around was a small part of learning about it, but nothing is ever so straightforward that one thing or person or event was the singular cause for change. I’ve learned a lot about myself from the people that I’ve surrounded myself with, and in some cases, the people I’ve elected to distance myself from. My mother used to push me to remain friends with girls who I had a strong friendship with since grammar school, and I stuck with this practice well into my twenties. After becoming more self-aware and pushing truly toxic friends and family out of my life, I have begun focusing on issues of substance - such as where am I truly happy? Are my surroundings impacting my happiness or am I impeding on my own self-worth with my habits?
Addressing these questions are much bigger picture, and this is potentially setting myself up for failure. But following Stefan Sagmeister’s quote (well, actually I didn’t know who he was when I originally started thinking about this) I went in with as little fear as possible. There are countless examples of this, but the one I’m going to tell is about the time I tried out for the basketball team. Well, actually, I also tried out for the gymnastics team and track team. And I think the volleyball team. I lump the stories together because the plot is the same: I started playing basketball/volleyball/running/doing gymnastics in gym class, and found it to be rather fun. I joined the team, thinking that I must have some natural talent since I had watched countless athletes on television during the summer olympics, and everything looked effortless. I went shopping with my mother to purchase the right shoes and clothes, showed up for the drills and started to fall a bit behind my peers. I felt tired and no matter what I did, I was always second to last. Luckily, I wasn’t last, so there was still hope that I might suddenly have some talent. Imagine at this point that I am closing my eyes, in basketball practice, missing every single hoop; in volleyball practice, hitting the ball only slightly and scoffing at my red arms; in track, running what I thought to be very fast but realistically barely moving and my face turning a sunset red color; in gymnastics, getting prepared for a cartwheel on the balance beam and 100% just giving in and realizing that I am never going to be able to do this.
Fast forward to my twenties, and I start to walk everywhere. I walk so fast after a while and get so bored of walking, that it turns into running. I run slowly but I run across cities. I eventually hit 20 miles and finish it at 6 hours, and then shave it down to 4 hours. And then I start playing sports with my boyfriend. We play volleyball/basketball/running/gymnastics together. And I’m still bad at all of them. He scoffs at me for being bad. I begin to see that I have found something in running that despite all of the failures, I can withstand and enjoy. I break up with that boyfriend and continue running slowly.
I actually fail a lot. I am OK with it. My legs always have bruises on them, and if not there is a big fat permanent scar on my stomach. I decided to stick an enormous tattoo over that scar. I’ll continue to fail, and each time it hurts a little less, and in the end I know I’ll find something that works. And as I get older, I work to make sure that I don’t hurt anyone else in the process.
Hudson River
When we look at the person we love, our inquisitive, anxious, demanding gaze, our expectation of the words which will make us hope for (or despair of) another meeting tomorrow and, until those words are spoken, our obsession fluctuating between possible joy and sorrow, or imagining both of these together, all this distracts our tremulous attention and prevents it from getting a clear picture of the loved one. Also, it may be that this simultaneous activity of all the senses, striving to discover through the unaided eyes something that is out of their reach, is too mindful of the countless forms, all the savours and movements of the living person, all those things which, in a person with whom we are not in love, we immobilise. But the beloved model keeps moving; and the only snapshots we can take are always out of focus.
Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower: In Search of Lost Time (via days-of-reading)
Life is hard. Embrace it.
Road trip wisdom
The second sun was actually a stunted rainbow.
Good sounds.
Thanks, Cyril Hahn, for keeping me sane on my roadtrip.
Road trip from DC to Chicago
stress is your friend!!
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