5-25-16

Hi dolls, I have been working on my Goddess Garden every free moment I get. I am firery about it. Becoming a mother tapped me […]

5-16-16

hey sweet loves, We got home late Saturday night from Florida and got settled back in yesterday. 10 days away from home is a long […]

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5-4-16

Hi Yall ūüėČ   Man does it feel good to have that story done and published! (If you haven’t read it yet you can¬†click here […]

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4-28-16

Hi Lovers, Nothing too exciting to report. Just writing to say hello. Also sometimes I just need to write to clear my thoughts. My mind […]

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4-23-16

hi dolls, I just finished writing a piece for an online magazine. They asked me to write about my experience living in the mountains etc. […]

7-15-15

Today I saw a bumper sticker that said “I will not tiptoe through life only to arrive safely at death.”

I’m not usually a fan of bumper stickers but this one stuck with me all day.

I am always thinking about how I want to live my life but I’ve never taken much time to think about how I want to die. So today I thought about it. How do I want to die?

I know that I don’t want to tiptoe there. I don’t want to get to death sparkly and shiny.

When death comes knocking at my door I hope I have aggressively spent every ounce of energy I have. I hope I am incredibly old and grey. I hope I am tattered, broken and repaired, used, loved and completely ruined.

When death is getting close I hope I go barreling towards it running, jumping, and falling all the way there.

I want my journey to death to be a long long long one. A path that I can, one by one, drop my breadcrumbs behind me, leaving my path for others to see.

I hope I’m in jeans and boots, because when death comes it will have to take me kicking and screaming.

When I finally arrive at my gravestone I hope all my music, writing, painting, love, adventure, and curiosity have spilled out of me.

I hope death does not come for me until I am nothing but a bag of bones too used, tired, and broken down to live any longer. But when death comes, one thing I know for sure is that my soul will never be younger.

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One final note for today: I was at the drive thru (getting a burger GASP! but seriously this local burger place rules and I don’t regret it.) and the way the woman in front of me treated the young man working there literally made me feel sick.

Can we, as a human race, please stop doing this. Can we all agree that losing your shit on the burger boy is like kicking a puppy? I mean seriously?

Oh the nice, hot food that was made for you on demand wasn’t delivered perfectly? Well yes please proceed to exert your pathetic authority over the polite young man after he graciously apologizes for the mistake.

Stop kicking puppies, stop hurting people for the slightest mistakes.

Just be nice or shut up!

Lol now I will take my own advice.

XOXO

 

Haley Anne