I'm feeling 22...

To the "ael" to my "Rach" (read: The Rachael Way),

HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I figured since I can't send you mail (I mean I could, but lets face it I'm more than broke), posting about you on our favorite thing (aka how we became friends) is a pretty cool gift. Also, people can read this and agree as to why we have so much love for you. Talking to Ashleigh and then you about two weeks less than a year ago, I would have never expected to come out of all of this with a best friend. Meeting you in the basement of a frat house (lol, what is life) minus the partying and just talking forever about blogging and just getting each other? Yea, never thought I would have left Ohio knowing I made a new best friend forever. 

As you say, #BridesmaidStatus. 

I couldn't put into words the amount of thankfulness that I have that you are in my life. I can tell you realllllly anything and I know it won't be pushed into judgement category of your brain. You accept me for who I am...even if I've called you crying, freaking out about dates I'm about to concur, dealing with the men that suck, and every little positive thing in between. Because let's face it there are more positive than negatives in life but the fact that we can listen to each others negatives when we face them is a beautiful thing.

Thank you for letting me vent to you when its my time 4am and yours 4pm. Thank you for dealing with every call before AND after dates- good or bad. Thank you for making your two hour drive to meet little ole sunshine and sinatra. Thank you for inspiring me to rebrand. Thank you for meeting me in a frat basement for gosh sakes. Thank you for your gifts. Thank you for showering me with love (wow look at me sentimental as eff). Thank you for encouraging me to follow what I love! Thank you for rocking at life. Thank you for being the best person you could ever be. Thanks for all of our bucky inside jokes that I can think of to myself and laugh at (change blog title to something with Felicia). Thank you for being you - you rock never change. 

I cannot wait until you can return back to the U.S because I am booking my flight to see you A.S.A.P. (even though its miles away). I know you are enjoying china and I am so proud of you for taking your own leap of faith and doing something that scared you. 

Hope you're crying because we're good at being sentimental.

Thanks for giving me a blog topic for today.

I hope you're feeling the 22-est. 

X's and O's and Felicia's,

Sunshiney Rach

Life goes on

Disappointment gets the best of us. Also meaning, disappointment takes the living shit out of me. I am someone who gets their hopes up TOO high only to be disappointed. Throughout my growth in the past 5 or so years, I've gotten to understand that you really can't rely on many [besides yourself] because there is always a chance someone is going to disappoint you. Not saying you shouldn't be excited for things because again, I get too excited for weird things (like the fact I can actually sit down and blog today!!!!!).

Two phrases I live by are: Everything happens for a reason and Life goes on. (Also maybe even YOLO(?) quite possibly). Both of those are so vague yet stand true because for every bad thing there is a good thing! Like rose and thorns all the sorority girls do(I think?)/people do and sometimes never know what to share.

but like you can't resist this face....

If you need a happy pick-me-up list on this tuesday: I gotchu

the cutest of puppies (aka loving on mine)

reading your favorite blogs religiously

windows down driving to your favorite jam

warm weather

re-watching episodes of Friends and Full House

dreaming of being at your favorite place (in the entire world)

finding new hangout spots (read: parks)

organizing your closet/desk (okay, only me?)

people watching in the hustle and bustle of New York City. 

feeling beautiful

cuddling up with your favorite blanket and falling right to sleep

the moments leading up to your birthday

baseball (tailgating) season

being reunited with friends after a long time away

doodling & crafting

and not boys

What's on your list?