I Lived…by scheduling a boudoir photo session

If you know me, you understand my connection to photography. When I studied abroad in Italy, I finally found my footing in the art world. Even though I had been a declared studio arts major for two years, I didn’t consider myself an artist until I found my niche behind the camera. There was just something about the streets of Florence that propelled me towards this form of raw composition. Ever since my six-month stint as a Florentine, I consider photography to be my art form of choice. I can stare at black and white prints for hours on end, intrigued by the honest subject matter. I’m drawn most to photojournalistic styles since they appear to capture natural moments in time while still telling stories. Last month ...

I Lived…by running with the Marines.

“I thought they said seventy-five dollars,” my grandpa once told me when I asked why he joined the Marine Corps all those years ago. “That was a lot of money back then. None of the other branches paid that much. It turns out they said Semper Fidelis, not seventy-five dollars.” I assumed he was joking but whatever his motives, he became a sergeant in the Marine Corps, served in the Pacific Campaign during World War II, and fought in places such as Iwo Jima and Guadalcanal. He returned home a Purple Heart recipient but unable to speak of his experiences for many, many years. Luckily, by the time my fascination with World War II blossomed, he began to open up. At the time of his death ...

I lived…by exploring the Central Florida waters.

I’m a creature of the daytime. It’s when I crave adventure and exploration. At night I’m content watching movies or curling up with a book, but when the sun is shining, I’d rather be spending my time wild, carefree, and active. The problem with my choice of lifestyle is that I don’t have many friends who share the same desire to breathe fresh air and burn out their bodies on physical activity. What can I say? I’ve never been one to sit still for extended periods of time. My body craves movement. Sure, I have fun just hanging out, watching movies, or going out to eat, but I have even more fun when I’m exploring new places, biking a trail, or paddle boarding. While I’m perfectly ...

I lived…by attending a town meeting

I know what you’re thinking. That’s living? It sounds more like torture to me! And maybe it’s not the most exciting way to live, but I figured I should be a little more invested in my town after nine years of calling it home. I live in a real life Mayberry. Well, at least it’s the closest thing to it in Central Florida. It’s a place where Halloween feels like you’re walking the streets of Hocus Pocus, Christmas offers Dickens’ carolers, carriage rides, and Florida snowfall, and July 4th makes you proud to be an American. White picket fences, front porches, and miles of sidewalks make you wonder if you magically landed in a Hallmark movie instead of the muggy, mosquito infested, middle of Florida. This ...

I lived…by joining Tinder

For my inaugural installment of "I Lived" I decided to step out of my comfort zone mildly.  I had to start somewhere. I let my disinterest of online dating be well known. We are in an era dependent upon technology. We chat via texting; we gossip over social media; we make friends through video games. It only makes sense that we also find dates in a way that dissolves face-to-face interaction. You’re right. The use of technology is not the sole reason I abhor online dating. I don’t know how to approach the subject in real life, why would the Internet or an app be any different? If anything, I’m more open when I use my fingers to talk rather than my mouth. I can’t stomach online dating ...

“I Lived”

If you follow me on Facebook (Diary of a Beautiful Disaster), you may have seen my post about the phenomenal musicians Sons of Serendip and their rendition of "I Lived."  If you haven't seen it, watch it here.  I haven't been able to get their version of this song out of my head for weeks.  It suddenly occurred to me that I want to say "I lived" too. I don't know about you, but I'm a creature of habit.  I need my habits to survive.  I always have.  My body craves it's 5am workouts and evening relaxation.  I spend Sunday's doing all the things I've neglected throughout the week: cleaning, grocery shopping, cooking.  I'm quite boring, but these habits force me to be a recluse.  How ...

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