Dream On…

Admit it, you do it too. Sitting in a boring classroom where the teacher is spouting off the importance of integers or a stuffy board meeting where the primary concern is what color the new carpet in the lounge area will be. Joy. It’s great to know that these fabulous people know how to make good use of your precious time. But daydreaming, that makes everything okay. You think about that guy you saw at Target in the music section. Wow, he had nice hair, and eyes…and that smile! It could inspire anyone on earth for a lifetime! You see him glance at you and you coyly smile. You feel your heart race and you inhale sharply…

“So what do you think of the new agenda?”

“Wha, what?”

“The agenda. You know, the reason we had this meeting.”

“Oh, that one. Um, yeah. Sounds great.”

“So you will work out the details?”

“Uh, yeah. Sounds interesting.”

“Okay. We will be expecting it by Thursday. This Thursday.”

Crap. Details? The only detailing you were concerned about were the muscles on that fine hunk of man in your imagination. Great. Get ready to kiss your promotion good bye. Having not learned your lesson, you revert to your old ways and continue to think of the same guy, this time he just so happens to love you and you both are in the Bahamas after he won the presidential campaign and he bought you that new ring that would put Tiffany’s to shame. Casey two cubicles over would be so jealous…

Daydreaming is a great way to pass time. It allows you to create a world where everything goes right. The sky is the limit. And sometimes, you can go further than that. You can be anyone, go anywhere, do anything and no one can stop you. If you only knew how many times I replaced Emma Stone in the Spiderman movie just to get close to Andrew Garfield…wow, his hair…it’s angelic.

The strange thing about me is that sometimes I mix the facts of reality into my daydreams. I sit and think, “Wait, that’s impossible. No one can fly.” When I should be thinking, “I wonder where I will hover over today. Venice, France, perhaps London.” I mean, the whole point of me even dreaming is to get AWAY from reality, yet somehow I intermingle the two. Come on, Kate’s brain. Stop being so technical and go crazy, please.

I wonder sometimes what it’s like to be a comic book writer, or a musician or an artist. Just imagine having a career that actually allowed you to think and do things that everyone said was irrational or impossible. You would get to bend reality on a daily basis. How invigorating. But it seems that people are crushing creativity and anything that resembles it. Just think of “The Logical Song” by Supertramp. I feel like that is the story of my life. I used to live in a world where the flowers had faces and the sun would smile down at me anytime I played outside. Now, you are swamped with lifeless technicalities, drafts, facts and statistics on a pale sheet of paper. They stare at you with cold eyes and mock your dreams. Everything is calloused and crushes any hope of warmth or freedom.

Daydreaming however renews your attitude. It gives you something to tuck in your pocket and get out anytime you are feeling down. It is that colorful umbrella you had as a kid that could make any rainy day seem perfect. You just get it out, pop it open, slide on your rain boots and you are ready for anything those clouds shower down on you. It’s nice to have something that makes you tingly and smile like an idiot on a crowded elevator. Yeah, that chick in the suit is staring at you, and no, it’s not because she likes your earrings. Don’t worry though, if smiling out of the blue makes you insane, I don’t want to be normal.

So the next time life has beat you to the ground and refuses to let you out of that headlock, then dream your worries away. Just keep in mind that you can’t poof your snotty coworkers to oblivion. I know that would make things so much easier. Just remember what Cinderella sang to her little bird and mouse friends. “No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.”

Dream on, my friends and try to pay attention to the major details in those extended board meetings. Until next time.

Lots of Love,


Hipster is So Mainstream

Okay, so being an active participant in society, I hear hundreds of people discussing whether something is “mainstream” or not. If I had a dollar…well, you get the point. It seems that the current fear of today’s youth is that they may somehow blend in with the social-networking-obsessed, coffee-binging, indie-loving crowd. This apparently means more to them than wars, economies, poverty, sickness and anything else that could possibly turn the world upside down.

It’s really sad to think that people are so concerned that they are not unique or special, so they have to do or like outlandish things just to stand out or make fun of someone because they like something. I mean, think about who we are as people. Our DNA, fingerprints, personalities, ideas and actions define our individuality. It’s like what your mom said about you being like a snowflake. You know, no two are the same and what not. And guess what, mom was right…again. (If only you had listened to her when you got that horrible haircut at that bargain cuts place. You will never live that down or burn all of those looming pictures.) You are an individual because you are you! As Dr. Seuss said, “There is no one alive who is youer than you.” And after all, who can argue with Dr. Seuss? Right? I mean the guy built a whole new world based on his imagination and has been inspiring kids all around the world to be themselves and do the right thing. No biggie.

Another thing that bothers me about the whole hipster subject is that people will literally try to make you feel bad because you like something. If you love something, love it whether it’s mainstream or not! Okay, I’m going to admit something, I like One Direction. There I said it. Go ahead and point your hipster fingers and attempt to make me feel shameful and rebuke me for my mainstream behavior. (Sorry, it won’t work. Others have tried.) I like them, and that’s all that matters. I refuse to let someone else push me in a corner and make me change. I like them because of their upbeat music…and they are pretty attractive too. (I love you, Niall!) I have been poked at multiple times for this, but I truly don’t care.

If you think about, hipster has become mainstream as well. Everywhere you look, people are clutching their Starbucks coffee cups listening to Mumford and Sons and “popping tags” at the local Goodwill… one problem though, there are millions of others protesting the evil mainstream and they look just the same.

I know this article probably makes me sound as though I detest hipsters, but I don’t. It’s cool if you do all of those things, but it’s not cool if you are doing them for all the wrong reasons. Following is for Twitter and for Twitter only. Be the leader of your own life. Who cares about what others think? If you are a fellow Directioner, play on, my friend. If you knit sweaters for all seventy three of your cats, more power to you. If you like collecting red rocks with green speckles on them, go for it. Just please realize that if you are wearing your mom’s vintage snot-green fluffy sweater for your one hundred and thirty seventh “Selfie-Sunday” Instagram picture with your old-man glasses, that you aren’t exactly curing the mainstream epidemic. But then again, if that’s your thing, knock yourself out. My point is that people shouldn’t be so mean about others liking different music/clothes/actors/food etc.

The real message is just be who you are and like what you like, mainstream or not. You were made special and unique. As quoted in The Help, “You is kind, you is smart, you is important.” Stay fabulous and shine on.

Loads of Love,

Caution: Friend Zone Ahead

You know what I’m talking about. The terrible, dream crushing, heart wrenching, suck-the-wind-out-of-your-sails-and-air-out-of-your-lungs destination. Yep, the friend zone. (Epic and maniacal music) Duh-duh…DUH!!! Worse than no-man’s land, the Black Death and both World Wars combined. (Please excuse the over dramatization.) We have all been there and no one EVER wants to go back. You know where I’m coming from.

You flashback to your high school English class and behold, you see your crush sitting drowsily through a speech about how transitions are to be used and a brief rant of the prohibition of cell phones and how any other form of fun is not tolerated. Anyways, you see his gently tousled hair, metal-filled smile and that blue t-shirt he always seems to wear on tuna sandwich Tuesday. (Not that you are keeping tabs on him in your sparkly pink binder covered in hearts and his poetic name…) He looks your way and you bear an oh-my-lanta-he’s-looking-at-me smile and his mouth starts to move.

“Can you hand me that?” he says in his some-what deep voice.

Time stands still and suddenly the room has become fifty degrees hotter, along with your rosy red face. And why exactly is his face surrounded by rays of sunshine and angels strumming on harps? After about a minute of gawking, you look down at the direction of his pointed finger and notice his half-chewed mechanical pencil lying at your feet. You quickly, but not exactly gracefully, grab it in your sweaty hand and clumsily put it in his. He tips his head and turns back around to the front of the room. It’s official, he just made contact and you’ve lost what was left of your already miniscule dignity. Way to go, Tiger.

You slowly hyperventilate from happiness at your gum-covered desk and jump at the sound of the bell. You quickly get up, grab your books and try to get to the door when he does. He turns and says, “Hey, are we still on for Thursday?”

You stammer and slowly nod.

“Great! Cause Trig is killing me! Thanks for agreeing to tutor me. You’re a great friend.”

Pause. Wait…what did he say? Rewind a few seconds. Did he just say friend? Yep, he did. Suddenly your once butterfly filled stomach drops to your worn out Chucks.


As if the moment couldn’t get any worse, that blonde that tortured you throughout middle school magically poofs her way next to him and grabs his hand. Surprise! He’s not only your new ‘friend.’ He is also the other half to the girl who made three years of your life a literal nightmare. Talk about a double whammy. What does he see in her? She’s always hauling around that fake Coach purse and matching personality. So what if she cheers, won homecoming queen and drives a convertible. Big deal…yeah, a really big deal.

So we have all been there before. Well, most of us anyway. Apparently, karma finds it funny to snatch the rug out from under our feet when we least expect it. This is madness. This is the Friend Zone.

We have either been the zoner or the zonee. It may sound cruel, but it always feels better to be the zoner. At least it won’t be you sobbing your heart out while watching The Notebook/ You’ve Got Mail/ Titanic all while scarfing enough Ben and Jerry’s to put most people into a comatose state. And then there is listening to music. Suddenly, every Adele song you hear becomes your life’s theme song. Black and grey are your new favorite colors and you truly consider becoming a nun. Well, maybe not that far, but you get the point. Everything becomes dramatic.

The little scenario in your head that you improved every day has been crushed and now you have to think about boring things, like doing laundry or finishing that stupid project. Suddenly it smacks you like a ton of bricks that you won’t be having 2.5 children together, one of which was going to be named after him. You won’t have that nice house that looks like it was pulled out of a Pottery Barn magazine that overlooks sunny Main Street, USA. Face it, the station wagon and dog are gone too. It’s a shame. Rex loved playing in that yard. You pretty much have to change your whole view about that person. It won’t be the same, but you still try anyway.

The thing about the Friend Zone is that it pushes you away from potential disaster and drags you, kicking and screaming, to “The One” you were always meant to be with. Well, at least that’s what I’ve heard. Little do you know that the guy you really wanted actually has back acne and an obsession with his mom. Who needs that baggage? Now you’ve met a great guy with a nice car and shares in your love for Marvel comics and ice cream.

The Friend Zone sounds like the end of the world, but it’s really not. If you think about it, it’s actually an open door to find someone with a better smile, great sense of humor and no back acne. Whether you are the zoner or the zonee, life will get better eventually. Just don’t do anything crazy, like join a traveling circus or insist on becoming a live crash-test dummy.

Stay sane and happy, my friends! Keep calm and carry on.

Lots of Love,

Attitude is Everything

So, I have heard this little saying my whole life. “Attitude is everything.” For a while I didn’t really believe that the way you look at life could truly affect what you could do with it. I always thought you needed loads of talent, money and popularity to be happy and live a successful life. Boy, was I wrong. All of those things could make you happy for a while, but it doesn’t necessarily make you successful.

After being on this colorful sphere for a few years now, I have learned that even the most negative and tragic situations can help shape you into the person you were meant to be. Maybe not every cloud has a silver lining. Maybe they are giant rain clouds looming over your head. If you think about it though, after a good rain you get rainbows, singing birds, beautiful flowers and a peaceful sky. (Puddle jumping is fun too!)

I know it’s easy to talk about being positive when everything is going your way. Once you are in a stooper, it seems all the sunshine is sucked out of you and everyone is just waiting for you to fail. Been there, done that. Just don’t give up just yet. It makes me sad to think of how many people quit something they have dreamed about doing just because times get rough. Whether it’s losing weight, trying a new hobby, realtionships or going to school. There will be hard times, but you have to push through them to be what you want to be. That is attitude.

As Michael Jordan famously said, “I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”

Whatever it is that you are facing, just hold on and keep on going! I know you can do it! Just keep that amazing attitude and knock ’em dead.

Loads of Love,

My Introduction

Hello There!

My name is Kate, and this is my little slice of the internet. I hope you enjoy! To be honest, I have considered creating a blog for quite some time, and I am overjoyed to finally have one! I literally cannot stop smiling!

Anyhow, you may be wondering why I am doing what I am doing. Well, I simply love to write and share happy things with others. (Cheesy, I know.) Since I was young, I have enjoyed writing anything from poems, short-stories and anything else under the sun. Reading and record collecting are other hobbies of mine. When I dust off a record or read a good novel, I just fade into happiness.Everything else disappears. What more can you ask for? I am obsessed with smiling and laughing and I refuse to give up any chance to do so. Life is too short to let anyone or anything rain on your parade! Love, Disney movies, cute shoes and vintage cameras are also very interesting, if you ask me. I love hearing stories from the past and dreaming of the future. I am excited to begin this new blogging chapter in my life, and I hope you are as well!

Well, I hope I haven’t rambled too much. Until next time!

Lots of Love,