Thursday, March 6, 2014

Just the way you are

Mister Rogers' Neighborhood was a staple of my childhood as I'm sure it might have been for many of you. Somewhere at my parents' house there is a home video of me the morning of my first day of kindergarten. I think all firsts are a pretty big deal for the firstborn child. I remember watching the video many years later (probably stumbled upon the home videos while sorting through stuff). My mom is asking me if I'm ready for school, and if I'm excited for school. I answer her, but I'm pretty uninterested in helping her capture the memory. Mr. Rogers is telling stories in the background. I think she got the hint, she zooms out and I'm laying laying on my stomach with my hands holding my face while I soak up all that Mr. Rogers says.

Fred Rogers was certainly an extraordinary man who spread love and smiles everywhere he went. His reputation speaks for itself. I recently stumbled across a quote from the last episode of his series that spoke to me. He was saying goodbye, for now anyway - he always said he would be back at the end of each episode. It reminded me how special this show was to me, and how much love there is in the world. I hope it does the same for you.

"I'm just so proud of all of you who have grown up with us, and I know how tough it is some days to look with hope and confidence on the months and years ahead. But I would like to tell you what I often told you when you were much younger. I like you just the way you are."

Love,
Logan


Friday, February 7, 2014

Can anyone hear me? And other concerns

The last time I wrote on my blog was exactly four months ago. I might be the worst blogger of all time.

Early on in my blogging endeavor my good friend and fellow blogger (much better at it and more consistent than myself) would text me every once in a while saying "hey, have you written lately?" This would urge me to keep my chronicles up-to-date and write write write. I appreciated these sweet reminders and found solace in my writing. At the time, I was job-searching...and we all know that any ounce of comfort and peace is precious during that time.


However, I simply have not had that urge to write as of late. Skiing with my parents last weekend, my mom kept saying "Love you Logan. Love, Logan!" It reminded me that my mom is my number one fan and that this blog does still exist.


The main issue I have with blogging and a big reason I leave it for months at a time is: 

IS ANYONE EVEN READING THIS? 

There are SO MANY blogs out there. Good ones too. Very specific. About books, culture, food, wine, fashion, fashion, fashion. Seriously, there are a lot of fashion blogs. Sometimes I read them and I get confused about what looks good and what doesn't. Like so is this woman saying I should put glue all over my body and then roll around in my childhood craft room so that I look like Nicki Minaj? Or is that not a good look? I firmly believe that "What Not to Wear" is sucking rare interesting people out of the world. Women that wear scrunchies are rare and special. Don't stifle their individuality! Of course they look better in a blazer with natural highlights. EVERYONE looks better in a blazer with natural highlights. Duh.


I digress. Anyway, there are a number of reasons that I drop the mic & step out of the blog game for what many bloggers would consider an unacceptable amount of time. The biggest reason is that I am well aware that 98% of what I say is very far from ground-breaking. But that leads me to wondering if anyone is even reading? And if so, is it changing your day or mood or moment for the better? That's all I really want to do.


Love,

Logan

Monday, October 7, 2013

Love you

We have all learned a lot about love since we were just little kids. Ariel, Cinderella, and a few other Disney characters taught us that life isn't very much fun until you meet someone, fall in love, and live happily ever after. As a woman living in 2013, this sounds awfully silly. And yet, as silly as it sounds, I think a lot of women still truly believe it. Cher asked if we believe in life after love, but I'm asking you if you believe in such a thing as a happy, content life as a woman before love?

We all have that girlfriend or family member who is struggling, unsure of themselves, and trying to find their way in the world. How many times have you heard other women say, "I hope she finds someone." As if loving someone else will solve all of her issues with herself. You know what I hope for that scared young woman? I hope she finds herself. I hope she learns what she wants and how to make herself happy all on her own. I hope she is able to look in the mirror and know she is beautiful inside and out - without validation. I hope she finds confidence and strength to deal with the challenges that life will undoubtedly throw her way. I hope she finds work that satisfies her and provides her with enough means to live comfortably. Someone once said to me "you're the only person who is with you for your entire life- so you should probably learn how to get along with yourself." How true that is. Love is a fantastic and beautiful thing, but only after you have a handle on your relationship with you. Carrie Bradshaw said it best:
"...the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous."

Love,
Logan

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Live Your Life


It's easy to get sucked into that little screen - especially now that it has your work email, social networks, texts, and picture shares all in an instant. I am absolutely guilty of choosing my phone over real life at times - but I'm actively working on getting away from this bad habit

It feels good to forget your phone. Or forget to charge it and let it die - I am notorious for this. If you don't take a picture, instagram a video, or tweet something witty, it all still happened. And you probably were more in tune with whatever spectacular moment you chose to live instead of simply document.

Love,
Logan

Friday, September 13, 2013

Work like a dog

This photo that one of my fabulous co-workers sent me this morning ensuring that my weekend will be awesome. This is her dog at her desk. I loled. All the credit goes to her, but I had to spread the joy.


Luci at work
 Happy Friday!

Love,
Logan

Bounce Back

Can you really call yourself a big city gal if your car hasn't been towed twice in one week for a sweet deal of $700 in cash all because you forgot to display your parking pass? I've verbally abused myself, the towing company, and our adorably nonsensical apartment manger quite a bit this week - not publicly of course, just to my mom, roommate, and boyfriend. I realize I am a bit harsh on the apartment-manager-that-must-not-be-named, but this person will not allow my roommate and I to purchase (for a small monthly fortune) a second parking pass so that we don't have to keep sharing the one flimsy thing - mind you, I have never seen our parking lot full- not even close. I know the Biebs said not to say never but NEVER. Therefore, adorably and nonsensical are the adjectives I am sticking with.

It could be much worse, but this week has been challenging to say the very least. The eternal optimist in me feels the most important piece of that sentence is that "it could be much worse." Because it could be. Frustrating things happen and we all make dumb mistakes, but how important it is to be able to bounce back and move on with your day? Epictetus was so right, "It's not what happens to you, but how you react to it that matters."

How do you bounce back?

Love,
Logan

Thursday, September 5, 2013

A kid at heart

When I was a little girl, I was very bad when it came to going to bed. So bad that our pediatrician suggested to my mother to put a lock on the outside of my bedroom door. I would yell, scream, run out of my room, sneak out of my room, anything I could do to get out of going to bed. One night my uncle was over for a visit. It was about time for bed and, like clockwork, I began to whine.
"I wish I was a grown up so I didn't have to go to bed!" I had a lot of energy, still do.
My mom shook her head- she must have been pretty tired of my protests by that point.
"Come here Logan," my uncle asked. I walked over to him.
"You do not want to be a grown up, trust me," my uncle said.
"What? Of course I do! You guys can eat whatever you want and you don't have to go to bed or anything," I explained.
"You're right about those things, but you know what else we have to do?" he asked.
"What?" I wondered.
"We have to pay bills. Lots and lots of bills. We have to work all the time so we can make money to pay our bills. It is not fun and I wish I could be a kid again."

This conversation happened nearly 20 years ago and I remember it like yesterday- clearly, it made a big impact on me. Bills and work sounded way worse than eating apples and going to bed on time. That night I went right to bed and thought about what my uncle said. I decided I didn't want to be a grown up. Being a kid was really fun so I would just try to do that for as long as I could. My mom said that my dad was a "kid at heart"-he still is. He wanted to play games, make up songs, and joke around - he still does. I have always wanted to be like my dad in that way. This quote reminds me of the wild imagination and sense of wonder we adults tend to lose in the day-to-day routine of working hard and paying bills. To me, being a kid at heart means keeping life fun, hopeful, and positive. So remember, "keep believing, keep pretending."

Love,
Logan