The Cat of the Hour

For those of you who are long time readers, you know about my neighbor's cat. She'd often creep up on me during a shoot and I'd always snap a couple shots of her. She's scattered about in my blog, a couple of pictures of her here, a couple more there, she's a regular customer. I believe she hasn't made an appearance in a while, but this will most definitely make up for it.

I saw her wandering around my backyard after a couple of weeks of hiding last night. I hadn't seen her in almost a month and I saw an opening of opportunity. The sun was in the beginning stages of a sunset and the lighting was just beautiful.

It was a fabulous two minutes. Literally. Two minutes was all I spent with her before she sauntered off onto her next destination. She's a mysterious creature, I'll tell ya.

I hate to turn this post into some cliche metaphor about a cat's life, but I just can't help it. She fascinates me, her day to day life, her go wherever she pleases nature. I kinda like it. I wish I could just drop everything and travel, move from city to city, country to country, seeing landmarks and new people and enjoying interesting dishes.

But in all honesty the reality is that it's quite impossible to live like her unless you have some remarkable financial circumstance. But a girl can dream.

And I sure will.

So start your week off right. Eat what you love. Go to the pool. Enjoy the sun. Pet your favorite feline a few more times. Tell people you love them.

Have a fabulous final two hours of a Sunday. 

The Days Are Long but the Years Are Short

It's funny how time seems to slip through your fingertips. It's bittersweet in a way that I feel needs no explanation.

Absolutely in LOVE with the lighting in this picture.

Through my many --or by most standards, not any at all-- years of living, I've started to realize the reality of a well known saying:

"The days are long, but the years are short."

And I couldn't agree more.

I'm a sucker for good quotes. I collect them like little boys collect Pokemon cards, tucking them into my back pocket and when the times right, I play them. And I play them well.

Pinterest has fed my addiction of well said wordings for a while now, and I've got a whole stash. If we were still on the Pokemon analogy, I'd be like the king of the playground, but we're not, so I'll stop.

Anyways. Skip back a couple paragraphs. The quote is a beautiful reminder to be grateful for the moment and to make your time worthwhile, but I'm going to stop there before things get too cliche.

It seems that the older we get, the more we become aware of our time. It's suddenly started to hit me. My years in high school are numbered and I've got big decisions to make. All of my decisions are so important and a lot bears on the choices I'm making. They started small and now they're becoming more and more complex. It's like when you're getting into a cold pool and you dip your toes in first before somebody comes up from behind and shoves you in.

I'm dipping my toes into the vast ocean of freedom, anticipating the push into the flying water any second.

I'm so flipping proud of this picture. Holaaaa.

So go out and enjoy your time. Go shopping. Wake up late. Eat out. And make everything fabulous. 

Having Time

I've been staring at any empty word document for nearly half an hour.

I want to write something. I need to write something. But I can't. I can't think. I can't write. I can't decide what I want to talk about. What I want to share.

So instead I'll just ramble, as that usually gets me somewhere.

A majority of my friends don't know what they want to be. Where they want to go to college. What careers they want to pursue. What classes they want to take next year. Hell. They can't even figure out what they want to wear tomorrow without having a thirty minute debate between themselves and their closet.

I'm fairly fortunate. I know what I'm going to do. I know where I want to go. I've got my entire imaginary life planned out, overseeing every detail as I try to fall asleep. I've got so much I want to do and see and taste and live, that I want to stay this young forever. It's a paradox really. When you're young you've got what seems like an endless span of time ahead of you where you can accomplish the endless amount of things you want to do. It's a wonderful feeling really. It's like you see something you want to do and the youth inside of you knows that you've got plenty of time to do it.

But then you want to get older. You want to grow so you can do these things, but then you learn of new places to go, new adventures to explore, and you realize that your time is coming to a close.

That's what I like about being young. You feel like you've got time.

And time is a fabulous thing.

Make Mistakes

After my recent post on normality, I've been putting a lot of thought on the particular subject. I've started a quest of breaking free from normalcy, taking the road less traveled if you will.

And I'm not even referring to the thought of normality in terms of socially, blending in with your friends, peers, etc. For instance, I try to go to bed at a decent time. Usually between 10 and 11, but where's the fun in that? Nobody ever remembers the nights that they got enough sleep.

So instead I broke free from this habit and went to bed at 12. Sure, I regretted it this morning at 6, but I had one hell of a time playing Temple Run 2 and watching reruns of my favorite 90s sitcoms. Even if it was a mistake, that's the point in life isn't it? I wouldn't be a teenager if I'd never made a few bad choices.

Also this morning I made my bed. Why? Because it wasn't usual, the same, normal. It was a break from my routine. Change a habit for one day, not forever, but do it just once. Make your bed. Don't make your bed. Eat breakfast first. Brush your teeth last. Spend way too long on the computer.

Make mistakes.

Stay up late.

Don't be normal.

Have a fabulous Tuesday.

Mondays Aren't That Bad

I've come to a conclusion: Mondays aren't as agonizing and dreadful as we make them out to be.

Like you know how you get on Facebook Monday morning before school and EVERY SINGLE FREAKIN POST is about how everybody's mother's brother's sister's cousin hates Mondays. Well it's not necessarily the day that is hated, it's the mere thought of having to rejoin society (going to work, school, etc.) that is really hated upon.

Like for instance, today was Martin Luther King Day and if you attend school or work for certain businesses, you have been blessed with having today off. Then when you must go back to work on Tuesday, those same Monday feelings resurface, but a day late. See what I'm getting at?

Now there's no way in humanity that I'm the first to dawn upon this conclusion, but I'm just feeling a little sympathy for Mondays. Like they can't all be bad?

For instance, the end of WWI was on a Monday and I bet it was a wonderful Monday at that.

Anyways.

Make tomorrow fabulous.