“It is a very cool thing to be a smart girl.” At the ripe-young age of 23, I started a blog called the Bohemian Notebook. Frankly, I had no idea where it would go… Almost overnight, the blog morphed from a spacey story about a girl who didn’t want to grow up, to a source of inspiration and…
For those of you who have followed Bohemian Notebook since the beginning, you are familiar with the usual 20-something roller-coaster of personal/professional uncertainty I have described throughout this journey they call “Early Adulthood.” In the last two years, I have preached barefoot freedom, I have gone haywire-silent to make my mark on a superficial “real…
It has been quite a while… It has been so long, in fact, that my fingers feel clumsy and awkward as they stumble across this keyboard, attempting to string together the jumbled, disorganized thoughts in my head. Already, I feel the lactic acid building up in my space-bar muscles… don’t forget to stretch. I took a…
Olive Juice Inspired by the peanut-butter to my jelly, the iced to my tea, the scooby to my snack, the man of my dreams… Sometimes I wish there were stronger words, Better words, Words with the capability to illustrate what I mean to say. Four letters lack warmth. Home. Four letters lack strength.…
“What do you do?” That question! — what do you do — we automatically associate it with how we make our money, as if our careers are the only activities we participate in that are worth reporting to a small-talking stranger at a cocktail party. “I’m a nurse, I’m a teacher, I’m a banker.” Until recently, I had…
Friday morning, 9 a.m., I experienced the joys of losing a phone to the ever-wretched enemy of technology: H2O. After an unnecessarily long, goose-chase adventure to the AT&T Store and its neighboring Walmarts and Best Buys, I finally returned home and cued up the replacement mobile device. The apps were downloaded and the accounts were…
Define Love. We have been surrounded this month by ads and coupons and preschool curriculums telling us all about the “L-Word,” so it should be easy. They tell us that love is about heart-shaped Reese’s cups and giant teddy-bears and the color pink. But it’s true, isn’t it? Nothing says ,”I love you,” like an oversized mylar…
I have been holding my breath — and holding out on this post — waiting for a decision which would define the next few years of my life. Tuesday was a deep well of disappointment. In twelve hours, I cartwheeled through the stages of grief, primarily fueled by anger and confusion. I allowed my writing…
Just in time for Christmas… Home. Only four letters, but such a large word. Is it simply where you live? Is it simply where you are from? Many of us have more than one home (or at least we use the word to describe more than one place). Do we use it, out of habit,…
In honor of Thanksgiving, a few thoughts on gratitude…and happiness 🙂 As a Junior in college, I studied The Psychology of Happiness in Copenhagen, Denmark (yes, I earned college credit for running around Europe learning about what makes us smile!). Throughout the course, we read dozens of theorists’ attempts to define “happiness,” but how could anyone define…
Bohemian Notebook may be a scattered blog, but many of the posts are rooted in this idea of “truly living.” Therefore, it seems appropriate to share with you all my own list of exorbitant to-do’s. I have said before, dreams deserve purpose; they deserve a plan; they deserve a deadline (before you are dead)! Maybe no one gets around…
This post is aimed more toward my “20-Something” readers who may be (like me) clinging tightly to their itsy -bitsy finances like hipsters to their oversized eyewear. Apologies in advance to anyone with real financial responsibilities (mortgages…children…) — you may be unimpressed. I have mentioned before that the Bohemian lifestyle comes with its costs. Had I…
My father writes poems. He does not write for money, he does not write for praise; he writes because the written word makes him happy. Writing is a way to express yourself, a way to blow off steam, a way to appreciate the world you live in and the people in your life. While casual…
So I went skydiving… What’s more, I made the decision to go skydiving about 15 hours prior, on a kind-of-second-date, with a person I had known for barely a week. Talk about putting it all out there. Now, I wouldn’t necessarily recommend throwing yourself out of an airplane without thinking it over once or twice,…
I just finished up chai-latte time with a great new friend, and got to thinking about how we meet people. I have noticed, since moving to Austin, that the “new-friend” cards have aligned suspiciously well on a number of occasions. What is it about certain people that brings them together? Coincidence is too common to blame,…
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