Unapologetically Me

Hello beautiful soul! 

We are all so many things.  For most of my adult life, I have been on the journey of self-discovery.  Along with that came a lot of knowledge, a lot of opinions, a lot of help and suggestions.  Here is what I am learning, only I really know who I am and who I want to be.  And (this is the big one) only I can allow myself to be that!  If I do not accept myself the way I am (with room for improvements of course), how do I expect anyone else to do so?

I am learning to be unapologetically me.


Me: (part of me… I am many things. Stick around to get to know me more.)

I don’t care that I’m sometimes impulsive and sometimes indecisive. I like being all and nothing sometimes. I’m not a fan of the middle too often.

I don’t want to have kids.

I like that I spend a lot of money on friends. Or spend more on clothes or stationery than other people- I like my quality and cute items. I’ll spend more for it.

I will not stop eating donuts and ice cream.

I’ll curse too much. Smile a lot. Laugh at dumb shit.

I’m quite when I have nothing to say, or when I’m too far in my own head. I’ll talk a lot when I’m excited. Sometimes I get loud.

I get sad and anxious often. It hits me like bricks. Or covers me like a death cloud. It takes over my whole body. Sinks into my soul.

I’m constantly finding a new part of me. I like trying new things. I like to do the things that scare me – or you.

I am more afraid of rejection, looking like a fool, of failing than of rock climbing, walking across a bridge at the tree tops, or jumping out of a plane.

I worry about how I look way too much. I care way too much. I don’t hold others to the same standard.

When I like myself, I really like myself. When I don’t, it’s almost unbearable.

I eat like a child most of the time, but I’ll try any food.

I like cute things. Small things. Colorful things. I like things.

But I don’t like to have too much “stuff” that just sits around pointlessly. I already have much to much of it.

I appreciate people’s advice, but sometimes I just need to hear, “it’s okay how you’re feeling, go ahead and feel that way.”

I say “I’m sorry” a lot because, get this… I am fucking sorry!

I feel a lot. I feel when you’re sad or anxious or happy or energized. I both love and hate this.

I like to dress up.

I like themes.

I love to dance. I cannot dance well, but I love to dance.

I like parties.

I like going to the city.

I’m not typically good at staying in.

My family are my friends and my friends are my family. I do not hold one above the other.

I like people very easily, but trust comes slow.

I am very open, but I hold a lot in too.

I AM all and I AM nothing, and I am okay with it.

I think the world is a wonderful, beautiful place full of joy and compassion and love.

I hope I never stop believing that.


Your turn!  Will you be unapologetically you? What does that look like to you? Let me know in the comments below.

As always,

Stay Wild my dears! 

Why I Hike Alone

Hello, darling!

I started hiking because of my husband (although he was not my husband at the time). Just to clarify – he did not make me go hiking. He liked hiking, and I wanted to see if I did too because… you know, try new things, baby! Turns out, I did like it… A LOT!

From this love of hiking, and generally just being out in the forest, I started going out alone. This caused much concern in some people.  I heard things like, “It’s dangerous out there.” “I don’t like you going out on your own.” “You never know what could happen.” “There’s crazy people everywhere.” And the like.  Now- these things are all true, and to the people who said this to me: I love you. Thank you. I hear you.  Also- This post is for you.

Why I Hike Alone

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