Introducing…Green Beans!


Lovelies, I have been waiting ever so patiently to announce that the blog is getting a new category…Green Beans! 

I’m so proud that I get to announce this addition on the one year anniversary of me officially becoming vegetarian! 

Green Beans is an homage to my greener lifestyle. Whether it’s composting, recycling, upcycling, being vegetarian or just anything along that particular journey – I plan to share with all of you! 

There are also more, yes more exciting things coming in July, including our first ever giveaway! 

So stay tuned my lovelies! If you aren’t following us on Social Media make sure do for daily posts and updates! 

Where Have You Been?!

So, funny story…

I’ve been hella MIA.

I wish I had a really cool reason, like I’ve been traveling the world or tucked away in some hidden Air BNB finishing my novel…but I don’t.

The truth is – I lost my mojo, baby. I lost my motivation, my inspiration and my control all in one swoop. I hadn’t written in months. My life swam by me in a blur. I was drowning within myself, and I was painfully aware of it. I would wake up in the morning and within two hours, be ready to sleep again. I was emotionally exhausted all the time, anxious, on edge, introverted. All things that were just…unlike me.

It’s never easy to sit down and look at yourself in the mirror and ask the question, “What is going on with me?” But I had to. I realized that life is far too short to get sucked so far into yourself that you can’t see beyond the door. So I did.


I have willingly chosen not to pursue medication for the majority of my adult anxiety/OCD journey. Mainly because I’m terrified of medicine, but also because I wanted to learn practical coping methods for myself first. Turns out, for the most part – I could, and had been, managing my anxiety and OCD on my own.

Until recently.

For whatever reason, unbeknownst to me, my normal tools weren’t working. Meditation, nope. Yoga, negative. Breathing exercises, nada. The list goes on and on with the things I’ve tried. I was falling into habits that I hadn’t done in years. I caught myself picking at my cuticles until they bled, chewing my lip until I could run my tongue along a visible swollen spot. The tipping point was when I realized I couldn’t pull myself out of my room.

I woke up on the morning of the Equality March – something I had been looking forward to for months. I knew. I knew instantly that it was an off day. My fan was so loud I swore it was a helicopter taking off when I woke up. The sun seemed unyieldingly bright behind closed blinds, even though it was a cloudy morning. My heart raced and my hands trembled when I thought about leaving the house. Fear consumed me. It consumed me to the point that I felt like walls were falling in and I couldn’t breathe.

That day – for the first day in nearly twelve years – I let fear trap me in my own home and in my own body.

I missed the march. I missed standing up for something that I have always fought for.

And I said, ‘enough’.

I talked to my doctor about everything, what I was experiencing, feeling and doing to combat all of it. There were blood tests and sleep analysis questions. Finally, the step I never thought I’d be willing to entertain came up – medication. My doctor was patient and listened and knew that I was afraid and she talked me through it.

I thought back to the march. To what I had missed, to what I could miss in the future – and I got the hell on board with it pretty quickly, and I feel confident about my decision.

I say all of that to say this – It’s okay to need, and ask for, help. 

It’s okay to not have it together all the time. It’s okay to not be okay. It doesn’t mean you’re weak or unable to manage, I promise. You don’t have to suffer in silence or try to fight a battle on your own. There are people, sometimes even total strangers, who support you – no matter what your journey may look like. Promise.

One thing I swore in the beginning was that this blog would be a safe space for all of my readers, and I felt like it would be unfair for me to not use it as mine as well.

So that’s where I have been. I’ve been healing and learning and fighting myself and repairing.

I’ve been feeling more inspired and there’s new content, series and funny stories on the way!

Thank you, lovelies. For being a community and a support system I never knew I needed until I had you!

7 Things I’ve Learned While Writing My First Novel

One thing I wanted to accomplish on my journey to finish my novel, is to help others who may want to do the same. Some of the best advice I have been given didn’t come from a best-selling author, but from someone like me who was just trying to make it work.

I have read my fair share of books, blogs and articles on writing your first book and good practices to have. I stepped back and took a look a the things I had learned. Then I threw all of it out the window and made my own because that’s just how I roll.

1. Writing does not just ‘come naturally’ all the time.

Sometimes you really have to work to put something on paper. Sometimes it’s shit. Sometimes you bang your head on a keyboard. Keep going.

2. Editing is a process – a big one.

Eventually, your eyes start to cross and you forget what the story was even about. Get an editing partner. Someone you trust to read your work, and someone who will give you honest feedback. “Sounds great.” Isn’t going to cut it. You need feedback that will help your story grow into what you are envisioning for it.

3. Grow some thick skin, because feedback is a tough pill to swallow.

We are writers and we feel emotionally attached to our work. Having someone point out the worst parts is overwhelming. The beautiful thing is that feedback is a way to grow your writing skills and content and it will only help you in the long run, even if it sucks to hear now. The most painful pill I had to swallow was someone telling me my story was boring and unbelievable – gah, that still stings. But guess what? It’s better now than it was before and I’m thankful for that.

4. If it bores you to write it, it’s going to bore someone else to read it.

It is as simple as that. If you get to the end and don’t have the desire to read it over and over again and fuel your own narcissism – no one else will either.

5. Write every day.

Write every day. Write every day. I’m saying it repetitively because I’m still trying to get myself to do this one. Even if it’s a small thing, write. It’s a talent and a skill and if you don’t keep up with it, it will wane. I didn’t write for a month, went to write and they had decided to get rid of the Oxford Comma. True story.

6. Have a good spot to write.

I threw this one in there because I’ve learned recently that having space is important. And having space that you can work in as an individual is even more important.

Your writing space should be a place where you can go to just exist with your thoughts and your story – even if you can only steal away a few minutes a day to do so.

7. Keep going.

I said it earlier and I’m saying it again – Writing is hard y’all. I’m about 30k words into my novel and I catch myself wanting to scrap it on one minute and hurry through getting it done and published the next.

Stick with it, because it’ll all be worth it.