Month: October 2015

More Like David

“Did you hear what happened to David?” My heart stopped when my friend asked me that on Monday because I knew the news would be horrible. Memories came flooding back before I could even process what was next…”He passed away in a motorcycle accident.” I didn’t let myself feel anything. Instead I focused on remembering every single moment of time I spent with him.

David was a friend. A good friend who I met when I was 17. We spent everyday together. We lost touch over the years, along with our group of friends from back then, but that didn’t erase the friendship we shared. He became family at one point, a brother. It all seems so long ago and the friends I have today didn’t know him. It was a friendship that grew apart and I regret it, which is a harsh reality I have to live with.

He had a smile that could light up an entire city. It was electric. It was contagious. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. He was funny, smart, charismatic, and my god he loved everyone. There was not a single person who met him that didn’t instantly bond with him. He always had a huge heart and it was never more prevalent than on October 27, 2015.

I went to the funeral that day (why this post is coming a day late). I got there just before 6pm and watched as his dad, brothers, friends, and mom tell stories about what a wonderful person he was. I watched his 3 year old son run around the chapel looking up every time someone spoke his name. His wife sang for him; it was majestic and heart wrenching.

More than all of that, there were easily over 100 people there (I’m sure a couple hundred couldn’t make it). That’s how many lives David touched in 25 years of life. That’s how many people he loved, and loved him.

I learned so much from him not only in life, but in death. He brought so much light when everything was dark. I strive to be more like that. We all need to be more like David. We owe it to ourselves, our friends, our family, and to him. Even if you never knew him.

Life is precious and so are the people in it. Rest In Peace my sweet friend.




A very wise mentor once told me, “It is about the memories. You have them to hold onto forever.” Nothing in my life has rang more true. We all work to make money, sacrifice our happiness for others, and become extremely materialistic. The part we often forget during the chaos of life is that memories last a lifetime.

Money comes and goes, new job opportunities pop up, and the possessions we have go out of style. I try to live by a few key elements to make sure I’m happy and have great memories to remember on my deathbed.

How good moments become great memories…

Be around uplifting, positive people.

People suck. Find the good ones and stick with them. Quality over quantity in this department.


Save up for that extravagant destination, or go visit a friend in a different city.

Try new things.

A cooking class or volunteer on the weekends (it’s way cheaper than drinking).

Don’t be afraid to step out of your comfort zone.

If you’re scared, do it anyway. If you fail miserably…at least you made an attempt.

Do whatever the hell you want.

It’s your life. You will live and you will die, so live the way you want no matter how many people think you’re insane!




Take a second, a minute, an hour…to be selfish.

Think of 3 things you are grateful for, then keep truckin’.

Even if it’s on your coffee break because you can’t find another time. It makes all the difference in your day.



The Single Friend

I have recently found myself the only single female I know. I was bitching to my friend the other day about how I feel like the anti-Christ with my friends who have a significant other (all of them). It’s especially difficult in the South where if you’re over the age of 24 and single, you’re looked at like you have three eyeballs. I’m in that category.


I don’t want to speak for the rest of the single population (which seems to be 4%) but here are some things y’all should know…

I often get left out of things.

I don’t get invited because I’m a single, not a double. If I do get invited I tend to be a third, fifth, or seventh wheel.

I don’t enjoy reading mushy posts on social media.

I get it. You mushy people are allowed to be that way. You’re happy! So why can’t you believe that us single folk are also happy?

I’m a better version of myself when I’m alone.

I’m not saying I wouldn’t love to find someone just as capable to deal with me, but for now I’m doing a damn good job.

I feel no pressure to settle down.

Settling is a terrifying reality all too common in society. It’s not my time to settle and I’m okay with that.

I take pride in being alone.

As someone who rarely dates, I am alone a lot. I strongly dislike people, and I strongly dislike dating. Therefore, it’s hard to find someone I’m compatible with. With that being said, I’ve learned to be independent and rely on my impeccable skills with things like hanging curtain rods or opening pickle jars. Who needs a man for that?

So, to the girls who get labeled “the single friend” it’s okay to be alone! Wear the shit out of that label. Be proud that you have enough stability in your life to be single and to be happy with yourself.