you’re too freaking young.
you are too freaking young to not be the person you’ve always wanted to be. don’t look back when you’re thirty and regret not doing everything you wanted to. life is too short to care what other people think. wear the dress. buy the shoes. shamelessly love what you want to love. do it without abandon. love loudly. smile too brightly. be happy because finally, the person you are on the inside matches what you see on the outside.
you will get snide comments from that one aunt and your roommate will wonder who the person sleeping one room over has become but it will not matter. i promise. you will be happier that you ever thought you could be.
stop putting it off. go be that person. you've always wanted a tattoo? wanted to dress that way but are afraid of what your friends would say? wanted to listen to that band? wanted to major in art? go. freaking. do it. you were born from stardust and to stardust you will return, but you have this entire "dash" between your birth and death years to fill up. make it magic. do whatever you want to and don't say sorry because in the end, you're the only one who sees the whole thing playback before your eyes. make it worth watching. die with a smile on your face because there's not a thing you would change.
i'm giving you permission to be a little selfish. to care about and for yourself a little bit more. i'm not telling you to say "screw you world!!!" and live as a hermit because you dropped everything and everyone to be this person. there is a way to balanced. find that perfect ratio and laugh when you do. then don't stop laughing.
go dancing or something.
"do not let adults steal this generation from you. relish in selfies. snapchat pictures of coffee to your friends, huddle around an iphone to watch vines. shamelessly love this generations commodities, like how your parents loved THEIR commodities, like disco or hammer pants or whatever else. do not let angry adults take away your chance to experience the uniqueness of right now."
quote via tumblr
i am a proud millennial. i love that autocorrect just fixed my botched spelling of "millennial". i love that i can facetime my friends at college. i love instagramming the last concert i went to. i love watching livestreams of shows at nyfw. i love my generation. sure, there are some pretty messed up things going on in the world, and not everyone my age is a "good person", but isn't that true of every generation passed? i think it's so funny when our parents or other adults "get onto us" for pop culture. i can't even get mad at it anymore. sure, it's aggravating, but so ironic. rock'n'roll, elvis, drugs, free love... are they really that different from what we deal with today?
I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over iPhone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hopping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the year’s first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious asshole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart-eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the world’s weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snapchat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85-year-olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7-year-olds teaching themselves guitar over YouTube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my father’s voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our family’s phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment when you can Google
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.
-b.e.fitzgerald, art is a facebook status about your winter break
so, i threw all of that out to say this: kids, don't feel bad for what you love. enjoy technology and embrace social media. we're the coolest thing the world's ever seen. adults, don't make us feel bad for what we love. we're just kids.
@ me next time, punk.
writer's block is so real. my laptop has drained its battery from 98% to 30% (and counting) while i have been staring at it's screen wondering what the heck to write. usually it's not that difficult for me to think of a topic and write about it, but this week has been a struggle. hours have gone by this morning with me scouring the internet looking for inspiration on something to talk about. pictures, quotes, anything. i found inspiration maybe five times, but then lost it once i started trying to figure out what exactly i wanted to say. the struggle had me so close to throwing in the towel for this week.
it took me two or more hours to realize that i was trying way too hard and stressing myself out over it. my posts on aubstronomy since the beginning have had the purpose of uplifting people and making their mondays slightly better. i think i let this "duty" of mine go to my head. i have trying way too hard to be inspirational and encouraging and any other attributes that you can pair along with those. suddenly, it hit me like the classic cartoon scene of a giant piano getting dropped from a very tall building onto the bad guy that we were all happy to see squished. i don't have to have some elaborate life experience to be inspiring (although it sometimes helps). i don't have to have this awesome realization about the meaning of life and the universe and everything in between to be encouraging. and neither do you.
your life is a constant encouragement and inspiration to others around you, even when you're not trying for it to be. even when you are convinced that you have nothing of importance to say. the things you do in your everyday routine that you consider unimportant and trivial, may positively influence a person who just so happens to pass you on the street. God called us to be a "light to the world" (matthew 5:14). you can be a light by smiling at stranger as you walk by each other in the store. you can be a blessing to somebody by holding open the door for them at the library. not everything that matters in this world is elaborate. the best things in life can also be the most simple.
live your life in such a way that even the mindless things you do could possibly make someone's day better. not everything you do and say has to be worthy of being shown on a movie screen. besides, we all know that the blooper reel is the best part.
so get past that writer's block or whatever is keeping you from doing something you care about, and just do it. somebody will see what you're doing and appreciate it. and let's be honest, if you make just one person's day better with your so-called trivial and everyday tasks, isn't that all that matters? i defeated writer's block and so can you.
we are world-changers, sometimes without even trying.
with a lil bit of rain, a lot of love, and even more coffee,
image via bethel music
"now death, where is your sting? our resurrected King has rendered you defeated." - forever, bethel music
forever is such a small word but with a heavy meaning. it literally means "for all future time." for the rest of eternity. for the rest of the days, hours, minutes, and seconds that the earth will ever experience. i say this word like it's nothing, like "i'll love you forever" or "you'll forever be my friend" or even "i wish this doughnut would last forever." but when i think about it, i really don't know if i can hold myself to the promises i'm making with that little word. i can't promise that i'll love you for the rest of days, but i can sure try. i certainly hope that some of my friends will forever be there, but who knows what can happen in the coming days?
this post may seem like a downer, but there's better news coming; just wait.
i can't promise forever. nobody can. nobody on this planet can make a statement so secure that it'll last throughout the rest of the oncoming days. but there's One who can.
so, so, so many years ago this perfect-in-every-way man named Jesus went to the cross and died a gruesome death. He was battered, beaten, and bruised. he took my sins, your shame, our past mistakes and brought them to the cross to be nailed right up there with Him. three days later, He rose from death to life and by doing this he conquered death forever. forever He is risen. (Matthew 27:32-66 & 28:1-15)
there's that word again, forever. by dying in my place, He secured my soul for the rest of time. He forever took all my sins and shames and wrongdoings. sure, i'll still screw up. heck, i did this morning before i wrote this post. but just because i mess up, it doesn't mean He takes away his forgiveness, mercy, and grace. they are still readily available to me at all times. His perfect love is more than i could ever ask for. He forever loves me and accepts me, He promises that. and because He is perfect, He can't break his promises. no take-backsies. He's the only one that can promise things with the word forever and truly mean it.
forever He loves me. forever He is taking me back, over and over again. forever He is forgiving me. and for that, i am forever thankful for what He did for me oh-so many centuries ago on that cross.
hoppy (late) easter, cuties!
images via tumblr
happy monday! let's start this week off a lil different with story time.
once upon a time, i dated this boy. this boy did not like the beach. because this boy did not like the beach, i claimed to not like the beach. but this is so far from the truth because i love the beach and everything to do with it. for almost two whole years, i ended up convincing myself that i didn't care if i went to the beach or not. we broke up and i immediately got back together with the beach. me and the ocean have been tight ever since.
once upon another time, i was seeing this other boy. he absolutely hated whatever i posted on instagram and twitter. this boy made fun of me constantly for anything and everything i did on social media. at first, i cared. i really did. i started trying to filter everything i did by what he would deem worthy to post. this was exhausting and i am lazy. i stopped caring after a short while and i have been saying and posting whatever i've wanted ever since. life is much easier this way.
currently, i am dating a guy who absolutely hates my black, chunky birkenstock sandals. he calls them my dad sandals. and you know what? he's so right; they are dad sandals. to make it worse, i often wear them with socks. but to be honest with you all, i really don't care. i love my birks and they are quite possibly my most favorite shoe i've ever bought. i love how they look and how they feel and everything. i don't care that i possibly look like a 40 year old father trying to be hip to impress his kids but failing miserably. i'm never getting rid of these sandals. i love my boyfriend, but i also love how much he hates my birks. it's kind of funny. (sorry, collin)
i told you guys these stories about my love life to basically say this: please, please, please never be ashamed of who you are and what you like or don't like. it has taken me almost five years to get to this point, but it is well worth being here. these stories show my progressions of seriously caring way too much on impressing others, to slowly starting to embrace myself for who i am and what i enjoy. do not belittle your feelings and interests because they don't match up to somebody else's. everybody is different. everybody likes different things. the things that interest you, interest you for a reason. God placed these quirks and hobbies and ideas and fascinations in your life for a reason. Psalm 139:14 proclaims that you are fearfully and wonderfully made, every single part of you. don't ever forget that. the world would be an awfully boring place if we all liked the same things. surround yourself with people who love you for your differences. don't let people diminish who you are as a person, especially for whatever makes you happy. the only kind of people you need in your life are ones who support you, lift you up, and fill up your soul with positive things.
also, try not to be one of those people who tear others down for what they enjoy. it's perfectly okay to tell somebody that you don't like something, but never try to get them to stop doing it if it's not bringing you any harm. live in harmony with one another. it's really not that hard to be a nice person who respects others. try it out, it could change the world.
embrace your quirks. wear those birks, even if your boyfriend hates them. don't be afraid to like what you like. you were created the way you are for a reason by the One who loves you and everything about you oh so very much.
yesterday, i treated myself and asked off work so i could have a much-needed day at the beach. the weather was absolutely perfect and i couldn't have planned a better day for a short little get away with friends. living on the gulf coast has its perks and being within an hour or two of at least five different beautiful beaches is one of the blessings very high up on that list. as soon as i stepped out of the car after a joyous, music-filled hour long car ride to florida and felt the sand scrunch between my toes, my mood was instantly elevated. i forgot about all deadlines and commitments and assignments and truly relaxed with some of my favorite people for the first time in a very long time.
everybody needs time to breathe and not think too hard about anything for a while. this little break is often so difficult to find during this crazy, busy, and hectic thing we call life. we are always doing. working. running. studying. meeting. planning. driving. going. "go, go, go" has been my mentality for as long as i can remember. i always want to be busy and productive. if i'm not working at the coffeeshop, i'm at school. if i'm not as school, i'm up at the church. if i'm not up at the church, i'm probably studying for my british literature class or trying to understand calculus. basically what i'm trying to say is, i'm doing so much in my life, i rarely get to sit back and fully enjoy and embrace my life.
after my beach day, i realized how blessed i am to have such an awesomely busy and hectic life. i love my job and i fully enjoy going to work almost every day of the week. i am so privileged to attend such a great college and be receiving a valuable education while learning new and exciting things. my church family means so much to me and i love doing life with them, especially the long and wonderful sundays and wednesdays i spend serving with them. the people in my life are some of the most superb and interesting individuals i've ever met and i want to spend every second with them and getting to know them a little bit better than i did before. i absolutely love my life being busy, when i really think about it. but i needed yesterday to realize that. i think i'll need one or two days a month like that where i sit back and doing nothing for a while to appreciate the many somethings i get to do everyday. and you need those days too!!
don't allow yourself to be too busy to love yourself and take care of yourself. take a sunday, go to church, get some lunch, go somewhere that makes you happy, and mentally check out for a day. don't worry about what else is going on besides just being in that moment, then and there. i promise, you won't regret it. you'll end up thanking yourself later. everybody deserves a day of rest and relaxation every now and then. it'll make you so much more thankful for the busy but rewarding days up ahead.
love yourself. reward yourself for being you and doing an awesome job in whatever you do. go to the beach. go to the mountains. do something you love, but rarely get to do because you're "too busy" and "don't have enough time." heck, just take a nice bubble bath with no interruptions. breathe a lil bit. everything will be okay. life will slow down for a few hours if you let it.
warm temperatures and saltwater waves are forever calling my name. what's calling yours?
poetry via shel silverstein
“the only way we will survive is by being kind. the only way we can get by in this world is through the help we receive from others. no one can do it alone, no matter how great the machines are.” -amy poehler, yes please
the bible tells us to love our enemies and to do good and expect nothing in return in the book of luke in chapter six. if we do this, our reward will be so great and wonderful. but it's not a physical reward. serving and loving others and showing kindness to everybody we meet does not automatically drop a ten dollar bill into your bank account. while that would be awesome and much needed by us broke college kids and would probably encourage a lot more people to be nicer, that's not what love is about. love and kindness are about doing without expecting anything in return.
but sometimes that can be hard. sometimes people are mean and rude and every negative word you can think of. sometimes you feel too busy to help somebody out, even though it would take maybe only five minutes of your time. other times, you're the one who woke up on the wrong side of the bed and every possible thing is going wrong. sometimes, like most young adults in this world, you're convinced you don't have enough money to give to somebody who needs it way more than you do, even though you probably spent $5 on a coffee this morning on the way to work or school. regrettably i can admit to the fact that i've done all of these things a countless amount of times. but after every opportunity i had to share love with someone and i didn't do it for a minuscule reason, i never left that situation feeling good about myself. we need to start ignoring these irrelevant reasons to be selfish and try our hardest to live out our days in conscious and meaningful love.
honestly, i absolutely love doing little random things for people throughout the day and i'm trying to do it more and more every chance i get. whether it be trying my best at work to make a person's latte beautifully instagram-worthy or complimenting one of my classmates on his shoes or on her awesome grade on an assignment. doing these things for people and saying these things to people brings me so much happiness. maybe it's just because i love the thought that i could've changed the way somebody's day was going with just one thing. one thing that isn't even that hard for me to do! small things can make a difference, never forget that.
it really isn't that difficult to show kindness and spread some love around. we could all use a little bit more pleasantness on this monday as we go back to our desks in class or our cubicles at the office. try to be aware of your actions today and make sure that they reflect the kind of world that you want to live in. little acts of kindness can go such a long way. who knows? you could even change a few lives.
be like the sunshine you desperately wish the weather was currently giving to you.
"just remember, even your worst days only have twenty-four hours."
24 hours. 1,440 minutes. 86,400 seconds. if you really think about it, a day isn't that much time at all. seconds go by with the single bat of an eyelash. minutes pass while sitting at that red light early in the morning drinking the first of many coffees of the day. an hour can be occupied by watching a single episode of saturday night live reruns on netflix. time passes by so quickly! why waste it dwelling on the fact that it's a monday?
instead of dreading going to work, start trying to look forward to talking to that cute coworker who makes your heart smile. rather than wishing you were sleeping while sitting in your first class of the week, be grateful that you even have the opportunity to receive an education. if you have some free time, look at cute pictures of animals if you're feeling a little gloomy (this is a sara wesson approved way of making ANY day better). or maybe just in the midst of a whole mess of things when your head is so occupied with hundreds of thoughts, take a minute to gather yourself together and just breathe. remembering to breathe every once in a while helps a lot.
focus your energy on making it a good day, instead of just trying to make it through to the next. i promise, it makes the day go by faster. and who knows, maybe you'll start wishing that your mondays would slow down a little bit so you have the opportunity to soak in the joys that it brings!
but if for some reason and despite all of your desperate attempts, this day just seems near impossible to get through and you don't know how you're possibly going to make it home in one piece, just remember that this day only has twenty-four hours. actually it probably has less, because you already conquered the other ones like the champ that you are. don't stress; you got this day in the bag.
happy monday, cuties!
documenting the fun years.