Abra Cadabra

I wanna reach out and grab ya.

Na, I'm just kidding. Those are only song lyrics.

Magic. That's my life lately. Magic.
It's like God said Abra Cadabra and decided to free my life of any complications and allow it to go exactly as I wanted it to. WEIRD. Grateful, but very, VERY weird.

Let's see how many times I can say weird in the same post. hmm, weird.
Kidding, but seriously,
It's weird. I feel like I'm always battling something, climbing up my mountain, dealing with one grain of sand at a time. My life has never been so carefree. I know there's a reason for it and I am very grateful, but it was a little bit of an adjustment.
I know that trials and tribulations are simply a part of life and I am accepting of that, but have you ever experienced this feeling before? All of a sudden every worry you've ever had was just gone?
I am not kidding. It has been a fantastic feeling.
Life is flawless.
I am happy.
Truly, genuinely happy and I feel so blessed.
For the first time, in a very long time.

Accepted

We, as a society, are always looking for acceptance.
Our peers, family, friends. Whether it's a job interview or applying for college,
we all want to be accepted.

You can try and try, but guess what, in the end, the fate of your acceptance is in someone else's hands'.  It can be hard, but STOP trying so hard to fit in.
Be yourself. Be the best YOU you can be and allow the acceptance to happen naturally, where it's necessary.

There is nothing worse than being accepted because you've pushed someone to accept you.
Relationships for instance, just be yourself.  There's no need to work hard to try to impress someone. Allow them to like you for you, not for this person that you've played yourself out to be because guess what, in the end, you're only ever going to be YOU.
You can't change it. You can't quit. You can't fake it.
Just be you.

Actually, I take back what I said earlier.
 There is one thing worse than pushing someone to accept you.
You can be yourself. You can let that light shine.
Someone can accept you, and then,
they let it all go.
That is much worse than forcing someone to accept you.

See, it comes full circle.
 Acceptance, we're all striving for it, but don't always get it.
When you don't get it, it sucks. When you do, it's satisfying.
One thing remains the same,
you can never control where you are accepted.
A manager will interview you if they want.
A school will admit you if they feel you're a good fit (and have the best GPA, extracurricular activities, volunteer hours, blah blah blah, been there, done that)
Someone will either like you, or they won't.

 We are always striving to leave people with a good impression. To touch a life. To be the best you that you can be,
but if you ever find yourself being fake, stop.
Stop trying to be something you're clearly not because at the end of the day,
you'll only EVER be you. 

Fast Cars and Freedom

I don't know about you, but for me, there is nothing I love more than driving down the freeway, windows down, music blasting with the wind blowing my hair in my face. Yes, I am that California girl.

There's just something about it. I feel free. I feel happy.
 It's just me and the road.
My foot on the pedal and my hands on the wheel.
I have the control and can travel at my own pace.

I love to travel fast with nothing in my way.
Each time I put my foot on the clutch and shift,
I know my speed will increase.

No matter what is going on in my world,
the road is free.
The music is motivating, cheerful, empowering.
The wind is strong and free, nothing can stand in its way.

My hair is normally tame, and well kept.
With the sun beating down on my arm hanging out the window of my little red car,
the wind rushes in and creates a hot mess out of what is normally
perfect.

I just want to be a free.
I want to have control.
I want to be strong.