what good is a blog if you don't know anything about the author? let's get to know each other! hi my name is emily paige, i'm 17 years old, a libra, and i love dogs. here are a few other questions i've been asked to help you get an idea of who i am as a human. "WHAT IS YOUR FAVE GO-TO SNACK?"
right now i've really been loving the blueberry brookside berries! mmm mmm mmm, so good. they feel like a healthier snack compared to candy (shh, no one tell me they're pretty much all sugar). "WHAT IS THE BEST PLACE YOU'VE EVER VISTED?" the grimy, dubious, and malodorous city of paris is by far the best place i've ever been. despite all its downfalls (recall the story in my europe post of the restaurant robbery), paris has rich culture, stunning aritechure, and heavenly eats that make it hard to speak badly upon this city. "WHERE DO YOU GET YOUR CLOTHES?" my favorite places to shop totally depend on what i'm looking for that day. however, my go to for absolutely everything is tj maxx. it has changed my life for the better. well, i would probably have more money in my pocket without it, but thats beside the point. for sport clothing i tend to rely on lululemon way more than i should. it is incredibly overpriced but the quality and reliability overturns that for me. american eagle hands down has the best jeans in the world, while i'm convinced that nordstrom rack, dillard's, and lulu's are the best places to find dresses. when handed the aux, i have impeccable music selections. not to toot my own horn or anything but my music always fits the vibe. that being said, recently i've been into creating playlists for each of my various moods. that way no matter what your feeling, i have a playlist thats got you covered. with the school year wrapping up and finals approaching at full speed here are a few playlists to push you through until summer.
today, mother's day, is as good a day as any to step back and realize how grateful you are to have your mom, grandmother, mum, nana, madre, president of your fan club, momager, or any other woman who is a major influence in your life. to commemorate the holiday and showcase how blessed i am to have my mom in my life, here are 17 things i've learned from my mom in my 17 years of life. 1. god comes first in every aspect of your life.
2. you are not superior to anyone on this planet. 3. as long as you like who you are, nothing else matters. 4. eat the extra slice (pizza, cake, watermelon etc.). 5. never tell your siblings you hate them. 6. smile at the person standing next to you while you wait for coffee. 7. talk to strangers, ask them how their day was but never give your personal info. 8. a paper invite is much more meaningful than a text or facebook event. 9. when looking at those who seem to have it all (fancy cars, trendy clothes) remember that they are no happier than we are. 10. be the bigger person no matter how much it hurts. 11. recycling at home is a good way to start saving our planet. we only get one. 12. you don't need the shoes, but get them anyway. 13. never be afraid to ask for help. 14. nothing worth having in life comes without a dream, hard work, and maybe a few tears (sad or joyful). 15. wear your sunscreen. a burn isn't cute and cancer isn't fun. 16. make the most of any situation. 17. donate. offer up your time, resources, and spirit for the benefit of others. not only does it give you a sense of belonging but it also aids your brothers and sisters in christ. so, you had a bad day. it's okay. it happens. sometimes things don't fall in place the way we wanted to. that is a-okay. in the moment, it really freaking sucks. "nothing is going right", "i can't do anything to please anyone today". we all have those little conversations with ourselves at times. whether it is a small chain of unfortunate events (spilling coffee all over your brand new car, slipping on ice, leaving your homework at home, running a few minutes late... not that i would know) that led you to feeling this way or a major event causing you stress, it is okay to freak out a bit and have a "bad day". as much as i wish it was possible, there is not a single person on this earth that is always genuinely happy. no way, not possible. if anyone disagrees with this, you are a liar and you probably enjoy drinking black coffee.
"sunshine all the time brings a desert". i saw a post on vsco which quoted and discussed these words. immediately after reading, i was inspired to write a blog post on the matter. so, i did a little research on this quote and it is actually an arab proverb. the meaning behind it is pretty self explanatory. naturally, if you are happy all the time you are going to wear yourself out. you need the "rain" (aka bad days) for your life to be nourished and complete. just like a plant. if you never water a plant yet give it incredible amounts of sunshine, it is going to wilt! the same thing goes for us as human beings (drink your water kidz). happy days are great and all but we need the less enjoyable times to truly grow as a person and become who we are meant to be. the bad days really suck. but not only do they test our strength, they also help to prepare us for later in life. god knows exactly what he's doing when he gives us those rainy days. so what can you do to make a rainy day suck less? here are a few of my favorite tips to survive and look forward to sunnier, happier days. january felt like it lasted a good 6089 days to me. anyone else feel the same? i'm ready for warm summer weather to replace these cold, long days. but as i await the days we can adventure in the sun, here are my top 5 favorite things (and their links if you want to join in on the fun) that got me through january. longchamp tote.
recently, i took a little trip out east to one helluva town. traveling with my mom, my best friend and her mom, we had the most cliche girls trip you can imagine. from spending a solid two days shopping, fan-girling over 5th avenue, and trying every starbucks near our hotel we deeply enjoyed our time in NYC. naturally, as four theater nerds, we had to go see a few shows. i could have watched anything, but we decided on Chicago, and the new musical Anastasia. Both of these shows were absolutely amazing and left me singing the soundtrack on the walk back, in the shower, on the subway, you name it. we attempted to get tickets to see the glorious Dear Evan Hansen, but unfortunately someday I need to go to college. but, if anyone has an extra 4k laying around lmk. lets talk about how amazing ny cheesecake is, and leave out the part about the calories. oml, this stuff is a delicacy. i'm talking red velvet, carrot cake, and (my personal favorite) devil's food cheesecake. mmm mmm mmm, defiantly worth the hype. times square is all magical and stuff don't get me wrong but my favorite part in NYC is by the bay, were its a tad more quiet and a lot less busy. we took a little cruise on the water and my oh my the sights were breath taking. after crying about how pretty the skyline is for an hour we headed to the cutest little coffee shop for some warm drinks. the owners of this haven were the sweetest, funniest people i met in ny. their hospitality was so real, good work guys way too prove not all new yorkers are mean. that's a wrap for nyc, see ya next time big apple. nothing hurts me more than seeing someone discouraged from doing something they love. they give up hopes and dreams of all sizes based on the “you won’t make it”, “that doesn’t really seem to suit you”, “you realize how much work that takes right?” and “odds aren’t very good”. It seems that traditionally, our response to these phrases is to shy away from wherever this critic is going. but in reality, the only way to achieve what we want is to go into that grey zone where the odds aren’t very good. why would people shy you away from your dreams? i have no idea. maybe they can’t stand the idea of you having extreme success someday, or maybe they do not truly know that what they say impacts you. here’s my advice, don’t listen to them. you don’t have to be someone else’s version of you, be your version of you. if you aren’t your own self, who are you? are you a watered-down version of someone else? are you so programmed to follow all of societies rules to the t that you don’t leave room for your own interpretation of life? who are you? if you cannot say “i am me today”, i hope that one day you strive to say just that. for someone may say something judgmental, discouraging, or snarky about you doing the things that make you who you love but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get out there and do it. go for it, and be the best and purest version of yourself you can be. this is your life, and you get this cool opportunity to create, love, and inspire with it. and the best part? there is no rule book, your free to make your own choices and do whatever the H E double hockey sticks you want. seize the power to choose your own path. don’t let other people’s irrelevant opinions ruin your life, it’s called your life for a reason. be purely you. i swear, i'm never home. but as long as i am visiting cool places like this, i don't care! except i miss my dog. anyways i had a blast in seattle. nothing but love for this vibrant city.
wow. it's still hasn't quite set in that i just explored europe for 16 days with some of my closest friends. sometimes it feels like i was never there and i just woke up from a really bomb dream. other moments it feels as if i haven't left and i'm expecting my cashier to speak french or german at that the gelato stand is just around the corner. now that i've finally realized i'm back home, i want to go back. europe was amazing. despite the language barriers i felt perfectly at home in these foreign cultures. there is no doubt in my mind that i will be back in europe relatively soon. there is still so much to do and see (and taste) in europe. maybe i'll travel abroad with my friends, study there, or maybe even move to europe. after i finish these last two years of high school, the world is mine to explore. if there is anything i've learned in these past 16 days is that rosé tastes like candy and dark beer needs a lemon. ahhh but on a serious note... i truly have learned that no matter what language you speak, what culture you come from or what your social standing is, a smile is universal. everyone understands a smile. a small flash of those pearly whites can go a long way. it can brighten a day or say hello in a thousand languages. in fact, to me a smile is a language of its own. a universal language that everyone is fluent in. below are a few more photos from countries i didn't cover in their own post. (switzerland, lichtenstein, austria, italy and germany) for even more cliché pictures go check my VSCO. to wrap up this post i want to thank two of my best friends for not killing me in these 16 days. thanks for listening to my ear piercing voice singing you lullabies in the hotel room, jamming to "i really miss my" at 2:30 am when we needed to be awake in an hour, helping me down the stairs in Paris, always tucking me in after long days of gelato and taking awful pictures of each other. to my new friends, IM SO HAPPY I MET EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. you all are incredibly special people and i'm so blessed to know you. i'm still surprised you talk to me after germany and the austria incidents that should remain unspoken about. (Abbey don't you dare) i love each and everyone of you with my whole heart and i'm so glad I got to share this special experience with you. so I'm going to stop here and leave you with this quick probably stupid "europe by the numbers" thing. until my next adventure, emily
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