Mind to paper.
A random mix of notes, scribbles, fleeting ideas, and reminders to myself from the last few days, aka How My Thoughts Flow To Marshall When He Walks In The Door:
// Yoga is my jam. How I forget this every morning my alarm makes effort at reminding me I'll never know. But, it's my jam. Once I get going into my practice I don't want to stop. Remember to get going // Film, too, is my jam. Why it took me this long to commit, I don't know. Wait! Yes I do! Monnnayyyyy. And fear. That's all gone now (not the money part...well, actually, yes the money part--comes with the film game) and I'm shooting my Contax like a mad woman. Fingers crossed they turn out // My notebook has gone from being taken over by dreams and business ideals to scripture and the word. Never expected to be this girl but wow, so so happy that I am // Getting all God on ya, have you ever heard of Healing Evangelists? Skeptic to them? Welp, I had my doubts too, but after trekking out to a Healing Service and experiencing it first hand I can say it's fo real. Maybe one day I'll tell you about it // With the lure of lulling tides and bougainvillea swaying in the breeze, I'm worried I will never want to leave here // Somewhere along the way I stopped anticipating the future and started living in the moment. Where has this way been all my life // There are these gold wire tables at Target that I can't stop thinking about. Where in the world we would fit another table I haven't the slightest but they won't leave my brain. They wait, taunting. Crap, maybe I should get them. *Don't get obsessed Ashley, don't get obsessed* // Major Lazer's new album is ridic. And hey! Two white dude DJs are behind the madness. Totally didn't see that one // The Great Gatsby. I'm about to pee my pants // Every morning I make coffee, then forget it // Don't tell Marshall, but all of my recipes come from Pinterest // Every time I go into a store I always find something to buy. Maybe I should just avoid Goodwill for a while // I took my phone into the ocean for a solid self portrait sesh and didn't drop it. High-fiveeeee // Vine. I'm totally not cool enough. // I took Jen + Ashley's advice of using the Big Notebook for lists and I may have mapped out my next two months, but I'm getting ish done // I've got about a gazillion second shot weddings to post that I'm so excited, I just can't hide it. Maybe moreso in the Jesse Spano way, though // My new albums arrive this week and I've been tracking those babies like I'm Eddie Valiant // Several people have commented lately on how my house/clothes/jewelry reflect my brand. What I represent is what I love, and that makes me 'appy. Bring onnnnnn the bling! // Somewhere along the way I became obsessed with posters and not only did I order a custom one for our house (and think they are WAY cool for wedding photos. Like, way cool), but am dying for a Tupac one. I THOUGHT OF IT FIRST, Urban Outfitters! // Until then, this one will do. A scribbled epiphany I had while reading at the beach over the weekend turned cool: