“the music thing”

So, for the past few weeks, I’ve been trying to commit to “mental health mornings” to start my day.  Aside from waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to work out, I’ve been trying my best to take advantage of these early morning rises to “check in” with myself too.  So after our work-out, and my boyfriend showers and heads off the work, I sit … Continue reading “the music thing”

the hometown bubble.

I haven’t been very good about writing lately.  (I sound like a broken record.)  Aside from some journaling here and there and starting a few song ideas, I’ve allowed my mind to be distracted by other things… travelling, packing/unpacking, being outside as much as humanly possible, Harry Potter books (I’ve decided to read the entire series for the first time), putting the finishing touches on … Continue reading the hometown bubble.

everything in the middle of nowhere.

It’s a weird thing. I have literally thought to myself and/or said out loud to others, “I really feel like blogging” and yet… nothing.  For quite awhile now. That is always a huge indicator for me.  I write when I have something that needs to be said.  When the desire to write my heart, read it back, and allow myself to process is more overwhelming … Continue reading everything in the middle of nowhere.

Burden or light.

http://www.RachelWilliamsOnline.com I don’t know when it happened exactly.  I just know it happened. It wasn’t overnight.  It wasn’t one catastrophic event.  It wasn’t someone’s words that lingered.  It wasn’t one specific loss that did me in. So I guess it was an endless series of things…life…that didn’t seem all that noticeable at the time but “out of nowhere”, somehow, it all culminated into a big ball of everything.  Defeat.  … Continue reading Burden or light.

What is mine…

Yards.  Lawns. People take such pride in them, right?  Mowing, watering, landscaping, gardening.  Personally, I never got into it.  However, I do remember how I enjoyed using my push lawn mower in my first rental house. **See photo below for proof** I was about 21 years old, renting a one bedroom, 500 square foot house on a dead end street in East Nashville.  Mowing my lawn was my way of … Continue reading What is mine…

“I talked myself out of it.”

It’s 2AM and I can’t sleep. There is nothing particularly wrong.  Sometimes the brain just wants to create…and in my case, that means I’m writing. It’s been over a month since my last blog.  I’ve thought about sitting down and writing every single day since then.  I’d take my laptop in the car with me wherever I’d go…including a couple trips to Nashville in December and … Continue reading “I talked myself out of it.”

Silenced.

I will never, in my lifetime, forget December 2, 2010. I was sleeping in bed alongside my “work-in-progress” boyfriend at the time, in my blue bedroom, in my new house in Hermitage, TN.  I woke up to my phone vibrating on the nightstand.  I picked it up and immediately saw a photo of a baby in an incubator, all 19 inches and 7 lbs 4 oz of him.  The … Continue reading Silenced.

The ultimate “swipe right”

Around this time last year, I was asked out on date by a dude on Tinder, who’s caption read, “It’s getting cold outside.  Looking for a girlfriend for the winter.”  True story. A girl with my dating track record really had nothing to lose. I had JUST relocated to Michigan for a few months to work on a music project.  I had no social life … Continue reading The ultimate “swipe right”

Sobering up to a “fallen sky”…

I don’t want to get political. I really don’t.  And I won’t. I will say, however, that I urged my fellow family members and friends to vote.  I posted on my social media accounts to please, for the love of God, go vote.  I spent a good chunk of time sorting through my feelings with my fingers on a keyboard the day before the election.  I then … Continue reading Sobering up to a “fallen sky”…

Death…and what’s left behind.

Mortality is something I’ve thought about a lot this year.  And when I wasn’t thinking about it, well…it’d come back and slap me in the face a few times to remind me it was still a thing that needed to be thought on. This year taught me a lot about shutting up.  Listening.  Learning.  I absorbed everything… the softness of baby cheeks, the rush I’d get when … Continue reading Death…and what’s left behind.