Dear October: Good Paths That Never Stop

I wish there was some kind of book or guide on being 21… but there isn’t.

That’s a GOOD thing.

Living up to normal standards all the time is exactly how new ones are never made.

Why should you do what everyone else is doing and not what you want to do?

Why should you worry your life away about not having money when there are a million ways to live happily without it?

I’m not going to say the regular, “compare your life to someone beneath you and you’ll find they are much happier” thing or the “rich people may seem like they have everything, but they don’t really because where’s the real love” that has probably been said 50 times.

But, what I will say is that there is NO rule book to being 21. There is NO rule book on LIFE, for that matter.

Everyone makes decisions which lead them on and on and on into the future…. there are people before you, and people after you.

The world doesn’t stop.

It never stops.

It turns, and turns, and turns, creating the happiest and most devastating moments in every single persons every day lives.

As dreadful of a day you’re having, it could be someones best.

As amazing as the day is, there will be some point where it will take a tubmle…

But does that mean you should dread the happiness you’re experiencing now, only to realize you’ll be hurt later?

NO.

Create the life you want, live the life you want, do what YOU want.

Do not sweat the small stuff, the past, the future, the side-eyes or back-talk.

Do what YOU want, what YOU love, what YOU know you are here for a reason to do.

You’re young, you’re 21, you have a whole blank canvas in front of you that you have the ability of morphing into whatever way you please.

You are meant to live one life, that is you’re own and no one else’s as much as you may wish you were living someone else’s or someone else wishes you were living theirs…

Every path you’ve ever been on has been a good path whether or not you’re still at the top of them.

There is no right way, there is no rule book, there are no guarantees in life, but there damn well is the decision to follow who YOU want to be and BELIEVE IN WHAT YOU WANT TO DO with your life.

You’re 21, you practically just started living.

Love,

Nat

Little Witch Academia on Netflix

 

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Netflix, please get this Anime together.

The official season has 25 episodes, where on Netflix only 13 are available.

While 13 is one of my favorite numbers, and even being able to watch some of the season (after initially thinking I’d have to wait a year or so) is amazing, I have to ask… why is the entire season not available?

The two short movies are amazing.

The series (at the moment about half of season 1) is amazing.

It IS a NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES.

So, I just feel the need to ask why and how long Netflix watchers will have to wait until we can see the rest of season one.

Thanks!!

Nat

P.S. IT’S BRILLIANT AND I CAN’T PUT INTO WORDS JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE IT, YET.

 

*Note: Some Facts On The Anime:

The series began airing in January 2017.

The first ever mini movie came out in March 2013.

It currently has an 8/10 on myanimelist.net

I found it completely random back in November / December out of pure curiosity and have NOT been disappointed at all with any of it.

If your wondering about it, if you’ve never really watched an anime before, or if you want to be reminded of high school (except with fantasy and magic thrown in there), go flipping watch it, you won’t be disappointed. ❤

 

Conquering Chloe: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

She took a look in the mirror, laced her new grey shoes, and stood up.

It was time to face another day at Ludington high school with the oh so sweet backstabbers she tried to avoid for two years… but now that Senior year was a month in, something made her throw all caution to the wind.

This new power of knowing she was good enough, and not needing validation from anyone but herself.

Of course it helped that she took time to herself quite a bit to know that she wasn’t faking it for her own sanity, but knowing others didn’t see her as a fraud either just validated her confidence.

People can be cruel, heartbreak can be cruel, knowing the happiest feeling in the world and having that be squandered in a matters time, can be cruel.

But trust?

Trust can do more damage, with time especially.

Trusting that life will all work out, trusting that she is capable of creating her own universe is what drives her to be the best version of herself.

Chloe took one last look over her shoulder into the mirror as she turned the glass door knob, knowing that she wouldn’t look at herself again until nightfall; when she’d appear exactly the same, yet feel completely different.

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“I really really really don’t want to talk about school mom, please can we pick another topic?”

I was being questioned again, what was always the exact same “how was school today, did anything new happen?”

My answer was always no.

Even if something new did happen, I couldn’t picture what it would be or what I would say, all I wanted was to curl up in a ball, listen to music, and read my favorite book. I missed reading, I used to do it more but since school got more intense, a few things just skipped my mind and instead I spent my time watching my favorite show than become immersed in a written world. It would be amazing to have magical powers or some rich grandmother who turns out to be the queen, but not everyone has that life, and definitely not me.

Today I had the joy of sitting alone at lunch because Kelsey decided she’d play sick, stay home, and get out of the Algebra quiz from last hour. “Kelsey, Whyyyy” I dragged on into my pillow as I re-capped the day, trying to keep as quiet as possible so no ears could hear through the wall.

“I couldn’t face it today, tomorrow absolutely but today hell no” I said as she laughed at the end.

“What was so bad” she asked raising an eyebrow.

‘Literally, EVERYTHING.”

“Oh I know that’s not true, because I heard you spoke to Max today” she mentioned slyly with a smirk on her face.

“Ha, Ha you’re so funny, I couldn’t get one word out and it’s not what you think- I dropped an apple, he picked it up, and he said ‘you might want to get a new apple,'” I rolled my eyes at myself, “what the HECK is that!”

“It will be better tomorrow Chlo, just ask him about his Banana or something…” she muttered towards the end.

“OH MY GOD, KELSEY.”

“I literally meant the fruit! If you run into him again, at least you have a fruit thing going.”

“Do I look that daft–”

Before I could go into how badly I wanted to erase my one chance of talking to the boy I’ve been trying to get to notice me for a decade, there was a knock at the door.

“Sweetie–Kelsey’s got to go we have to get up early tomorrow to get you to school”

“Alright, Mom she’ll be gone in 10!” I shouted loud enough for the neighbor to hear.

“We’ll pick this up tomorrow, while I pick myself off the floor from cram night tonight.”

“Haha, alright I’ll see you then Kels” I got out before my stomach got a twisted feeling unsure of what would happen tomorrow.

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“Look–she’s hot and you know it” I heard in the distance from one of Max’s friends.

Walking down what I would call my own personal runway of hell, this didn’t make things much better. Was that what max thought of me– That I was hot? Or was that just his friend talking out of his ass?

“Hey Chlo” said an unforgiving voice in my ear–

“Oh, Madelyn Hi” I babbled out as she blocked my hearing range from the conversation literally calling my name.

“I heard you were eating apples off the floor yesterday”

“what” I said statically, taking an earphone out.

“yeah, like a little piggy, so cute! Well, I just thought I’d let you know that those might be good for cleaning your teeth but they definitley don’t work for your attitude.”

“what the–” just as I was about to give her a piece of my mind I ran into a locker.

Not just anyone’s locker– but Max’s locker.

Son of a–

“I guess the apples don’t fall far from the floor do they” Madelyn squealed with excitement as I felt an utter fool sinking into the floor.

As soon as I could, I got up and walked as calmly as I could to the nearest bathroom.

“I’m such a joke” I whispered as I closed my eyes to try to re-imagine the moment without tearing up.

Thank god it was only an hour till school was out for the weekend– I couldn’t take any more time than that being stuck here.

As the warning bell rang, I bolted out the bathroom, and fast walked up the stairs leading me into the chest of a white t-shirt.

“OW- watch where you’re going–” I shouted, looking up shocked as I noticed a hand grabbing mine and myself nearly falling backwards down two flights of stairs.

“You should be more careful” a soothing voice sounded as an unfamiliar set of blue eyes pulled me closer.

“I should be more careful– I should be?!” I turned as curly hair opened the door heading onto the ground floor, but not before leaving my purple pair of headphones in the palm of my hand.

 

*** NOTE: Let me know what you think about it please! 🙂 ***

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Picture Travel

I want to travel. If you know me, you know this is something I’ve dreamt about since I was 12.

The reason I read so much as a kid was due to the fact of me being so immersed in another world, whether it was Paris, another state, or some fantasy land (like in The Hobbit).

Now that I’m 20, I’m trying my best to be able to do that soon.

But its hard, Living Is Expensive.

While its easy to think you understand at 15, once 20 hits, reality does too.

But, I think I’ve come up with a solution for me to be able to experience other worlds and not have to wait until I’m 30, or 60 to do so.

I’ve heard about travel points over the last couple of summers… I’ve heard that by opening some type of travel credit card and earning points, that its possible to save money on flights, food etc. simply by using it on the ground.

Now, I don’t know too much about these, and anything with the word “credit” makes me second-eye it… but from anyone who has actually traveled or used travel points and travel cards, please let me know how it started and what you’ve been able to do since opening the account.

The first place I want to go is somewhere not far from home, yet in another country about a day’s drive away.

This isn’t some kind of puzzling question, this is me trying to avoid telling you where I actually live. 🙂

Not sure if I’ll be driving, flying, what have you, but just in case I want to try and prepare for it.

With these travel points, people are able to build them up in a year and fly off to London for instance…

I can’t express to you how badly I want to be that person.

So, with that said, please let me know you’re experiences / favorite places to open one with.

Thanks for reading. 🙂

Love,

Nat

 Sparks A Piece Of History

I’m always making notes. Ever since I was able to hold a pen, I’ve been making notes, songs, writing down ideas. 
I can’t tell you how much data I’ve used up by writing notes on my phone ( and two others from before) along with my iPad (rip) and computer.
I wish there was a way for me to find all of them. Although there isn’t, there’s at least my old e-mail which hold quite a few. 
One day I’ll go through them, maybe share a few… but for now I just want to talk about how much I love writing. 
Not only do I focus better, remember tasks I’d otherwise forget, and come up with creative ideas that I put few to use, but it helps me feel like I’ve accomplished something. 
I started out with a pen and paper, even now I do still prefer a pen and paper… but, those ideas that come on around 2 am or so (the most creative I think), or the ideas that come to thought in a dream, are written in my phone. 
No matter how you look at it, you’ll see I always write and I most likely date the paper too. 
There’s something I find really cool about going to back to things I wrote or drew back in 2013, for instance, because it sparks memory and it sparks a piece of history from my life. 
It does for everyone when they discover something they thought they lost. 
The way we write tells a story too; why do we curve the g’s and y’s? 
Why do we write in cursive or print?
Why do we have sloppy handwriting sometimes and clean as pledge the next? 
There are more unique things about ourselves than what we thought…
Even when it comes to something as “simple” as writing. 
Thanks for reading. 🔥
Love, 

          Nat 💖

Live your best life 

Being 20 is just a heightened teenage level, except you add on $40,000 or so’s worth of a college hole to that, along with growing older and distant to being a kid. 

This is when you realize life is the complete opposite of easy- or at least when it really crystallizes. 

I’ll never lose my love for cartoons or the simple things in life like walking my dog, eating my favorite food on a day off, or browsing the Internet till 2 AM (although, maybe it’d be a good thing to get rid of that).

What I will lose are pieces of who I am. 

Everyone changes and morphs into whoever they are meant to be… but that’s with our own decisions– and time. 

I want to make good decisions. 

I don’t want to overwork myself at the age of 20 until I am wrinkled, lonely, and bombarded all of a sudden by children and some “new chapter of my life” because I went along with what I was expected to do.

I love new chapters, but I believe there is a right time and a right place. At the moment I’m being swarmed with what I THINK I should be doing, and not what I SHOULD be doing at the age of 20. 

This is the start to a new decade, I’ve finally almost reached the drinking age, but what about after? What will I be able to look forward to after college is finished and I’m legally able to do everything I’d need to (in talking about smoking and drinking which I’ve never had a massive interest in).

This year I am dedicating myself to my work and my goals. Not focusing on making money, more so working towards my future. 

Although, we all need money, to live. It is what it is in that case, but should everyone be worked to the core in order to thrive… or if we end up lucky, are we destined to forget the feeling of work and the accomplished feeling afterwards? 

Work, work, work, work, work, is all I feel like I’m doing. 

I love my job, I love the people I work with, however I can’t stay in this place for the rest of my life, nor should I allow myself to feel like this is all there will ever be for me, because I’m only 20. 

It’s a big number, but it’s also tiny. I still have about 60 years to go (knock on wood).

Something as little as saying “no” to working more guts me, yet not at all because I know I deserve some time off.

What life is it I’m living? 

Is it my own, or the life I feel I’m supposed to?

Maybe everyone’s right and this feeling is only temporary, however, how can I grow if this is all I know.

I hope your all living you’re best life. 

Love, 

Nat 💖

🌸 Little Lush 🌸

I love Lush of you couldn’t tell, and experimenter is one I’m really really really excited to use. 

When me and my friend went into the shop the girl told us to feel the water because she had just tossed one in and omg it was so nice and smells so good and is so GORGEOUS. 


I can’t wait to use it in my bath ^_^

Do you have a favorite Lush product?

Love, 

Nat 💖

Not Yours 

** I wrote this back in November. I’m sharing it now because I’m going through old notes, and am finding a lot of poems, writings, pieces, whatever you want to call them.🌸All I want to add is that a whole lot can change in just one year.🎬** 

It’s been next to five months and I can still feel his lips on mine.

 I can feel his arms wrapped around my waist as he pulls me in for a hug. I always loved those. 

I can sense his eyes as my own follow a page of a book. 

I can hear his heart as it asks to be mine, but I refuse to take it. 

And now I understand why he ran when I finally came to the decision to express that I loved him. 

He couldn’t handle me. 

Back and forth I went, in fact I made a bet with myself on when he would get sick of me. Purely because, I wanted him too. 

I forced my way out of his heart in order to protect my own.

 But what I would come to find is that when I felt the time was right, he would vanish because something pretty and new had walked by. 

 And it was no surprise to me that I couldn’t keep his eye. 

But what would provoke me to believe I was at a loss when he had given up something he couldn’t see, something he defied in every sense of beauty, someone who claimed she was the queen. 

Oh dear heart, if only you knew. 

It was his choice, not yours, to let go of you.