Hi I'm Wesleigh. I want to travel the world. Not just travel the world. I want to freaking EXPERIENCE the world.
This big cosmic mass of earth was meant for me to explore. and you too.
I want to just pack my bag and go. Maybe take a friend or two. Just a small bag, with some clothes and maybe a few meaningful things. I'd book a flight to some random destination and just go. I'd feel so free.
I would bike through the streets. Make new friends. People I've never met. I'd cross my fingers that I wouldn't get kidnapped or wrapped up in some cult or mob. Ya know. But it'd be okay. Live in the moment. Don't worry. I'd be just fine.
When my piggy bank got empty, that's okay, I'd try to find a job, or surf some couches.
Did I mention that I might have no common sense? That's okay. Hakuna Matata bro.
I would definitely capture the world through the lens of my camera.
I'd climb mountains. So many mountains and look out on the beautiful world.
I would serve people, and maybe make a difference in their lives.
I'd be a nomad. A vagabond. My heart was meant to wander.
I'd leave my mark on every place I ever went, and it'd leave a mark on my heart.
I would experience the culture.
The adventures would be endless. I can just see them.
I want to dance under the stars with little children.
I want to work a million different jobs. You can never have too much experience. Maybe work in a coffee shop in Paris, or design websites for some company in London, sale shoes in China, nanny for some family in Italy, work on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean, or an airline way up in the sky.
Forget the stress. Leave it all behind. We were never meant to stress so much anyways.
I could learn to surf, ride a penny board through the streets of London.
The smile on my sun-kissed face would be permanent.
I'd volunteer with pandas, and teach English to children.
I'd spread my big heart across the entire globe. :)
Eventually I'd come home, embrace my friends and family with welcome arms.
I would graduate from college and look back on all the adventures I had. Maybe I'd go on to Medical School and then I could pack up my things and move to Africa where I could be a doctor. Maybe, I dunno.
Somewhere along that journey I'd fall in love with someone great, and we'd get married and raise a beautiful family together.
We'd tell our kids of all our adventures, and share our profound love for life with them. :)
Maybe I'm crazy. Or maybe I'm just following my heart. Following it to the top of the highest mountains. Following it through the streets of Spain, Following it though the desert. Wherever it goes, I'll follow it.
Follow your heart, okay? Forget what the world says. Your heart knows best. :)
Utah Stole My Heart
I've lived my entire life in Utah. When I was younger I used to think it sucked, because I was clueless to it's great beauty that surrounded me.
WARNING: this post has a ridiculous amount of pictures. Sorry not sorry.
I love the deserts and all their beauty, especially the big blue skies and the "sunburned rocks"
I love this place. The vast grand canyon & all the other rocky canyons.
I love driving through the desert on those never ending roads.
I love the arches.
I love the Mountainous Valleys.
"Look! Mordor!"
I love the fields and the sunny sunsets.
I love the mountains in general. *swoon*
Just wow.
I love hiking high up in the mountains where you get lost and end up hiking all day.
I love the snow-capped mountains, even though all they bring is cold.
I love the farms & all the cows.
I love all the horses, especially mine. (the second from the left is mine)
I love fall time in the canyons.
Stunning.
I love all the breathtaking nature.
I love the grass that blows in the wind - the sea of the west.
I love the sego lilies that you rarely see in Utah. How quaint.
I love the fields of wild flowers.
I love the mountains behind my house and the "meditation trees" that remind me of Jerusalem.
I love the canyons.
So very much.
I love these little guys that I always seem to bump into.
I love all the many lakes, even though they are not the ocean.
I love to paddle board and kayak on them, it is one of my favorite things ever. Word.
Oh how I love Utah. It will always and forever be my home. Thank you for the memories made. You are beautiful beyond compare.
I hope to continue exploring under the vast Utah skies.
There is beauty everywhere, all you have to do is wake up and see it.
Take some time to get to know where you live, you probably do, but there is always something new to be found. I'm sure it's amazing. :)
Have a wonderful day! :)
The Strength of Humanity
Can I just be the first to say wow? The strength of humanity is infinite. Holy cow.
We have built and rebuilt nations out of the ruble of destruction. Endured countless devastating wars, and countless tragic natural and man made disasters. We have created things once called impossible. We have endured the death of a loved one. We have plunged into depressions and climbed our way out. We have endured plagues, countless illnesses, and so, so much more.
I am so amazed at the strength of humanity to the point where I want to go give everyone on this cosmic mass we call home a big, loving hug.
I can not tell you how many times I have looked at someone and thought, "Their life is easy."
Why. Why do we do that? Automatically assume that just because someone has a smile on their face or gets out of bed every morning, they don't struggle?
Behind every smile is a story. Humans are strong. We were built to endure it all. Struggling is all just a part of life. Everyone has to go through it. No matter how big or small.
From the person finishing a marathon while suffering from cancer. The person mentally, physically, and emotionally abused who has the soul of steel. The starving child grateful for the smallest things, with a smile engraved on their face. The parents struggling to make ends meet for their family. Even the rich, spoiled child, hurting from loneliness and neglection. The person lost in their own body, struggling to find their way in the world. The person suffering from depression, longing to see happiness, when it is always there, right before them. The person dying from an incurable disease, happy to see the light of each day. The poor, happy with only the clothes on their backs. To you an me, and whatever your struggle is, you are strong in every way.
Although it is comforting to know that everyone struggles, it is so easy to feel like your struggles are less than those suffering from an incurable disease. Your struggle was made for you, embrace it and believe in the good it will bring. Never give up. Never lose hope.
The way you deal with your struggle determines who you are. Carry it strong. Carry it proud. Your burdens are light, if you only choose to believe they are.
We live in a world of strong souls. The strength of humanity is strong.
Never give up on humanity. It has its ups and downs, but together we can rise from the rubble of despair and be whole again. Because we are strong. Because we are one. Because we are infinite. The Strength of Humanity is like that of a "stonewall"
Stonewalls can be torn down, beaten and broken, but they can always be rebuilt. If you get my drift. And when they are broken down, they are rebuilt again, stronger than ever.
I am so amazed at the strength of humanity to the point where I want to go give everyone on this cosmic mass we call home a big, loving hug.
I can not tell you how many times I have looked at someone and thought, "Their life is easy."
Why. Why do we do that? Automatically assume that just because someone has a smile on their face or gets out of bed every morning, they don't struggle?
Behind every smile is a story. Humans are strong. We were built to endure it all. Struggling is all just a part of life. Everyone has to go through it. No matter how big or small.
From the person finishing a marathon while suffering from cancer. The person mentally, physically, and emotionally abused who has the soul of steel. The starving child grateful for the smallest things, with a smile engraved on their face. The parents struggling to make ends meet for their family. Even the rich, spoiled child, hurting from loneliness and neglection. The person lost in their own body, struggling to find their way in the world. The person suffering from depression, longing to see happiness, when it is always there, right before them. The person dying from an incurable disease, happy to see the light of each day. The poor, happy with only the clothes on their backs. To you an me, and whatever your struggle is, you are strong in every way.
Although it is comforting to know that everyone struggles, it is so easy to feel like your struggles are less than those suffering from an incurable disease. Your struggle was made for you, embrace it and believe in the good it will bring. Never give up. Never lose hope.
The way you deal with your struggle determines who you are. Carry it strong. Carry it proud. Your burdens are light, if you only choose to believe they are.
We live in a world of strong souls. The strength of humanity is strong.
Never give up on humanity. It has its ups and downs, but together we can rise from the rubble of despair and be whole again. Because we are strong. Because we are one. Because we are infinite. The Strength of Humanity is like that of a "stonewall"
Stonewalls can be torn down, beaten and broken, but they can always be rebuilt. If you get my drift. And when they are broken down, they are rebuilt again, stronger than ever.
The Start of a New Year, a New Story
2014, it snuck up on me like a freakin' ninja. I have (almost) no idea where 2013 went.....and I remember.....like half of it. #Genius. Anyways. 2013 is in the past and I welcome 2014 with open arms, excited for what it will bring.
2013 was a roller coaster. Often times I felt like life kept continually slapping me in the face. Which it did. I faced many things that I would rather not have. Yet I am so grateful for all my struggles, and all those "slaps in the face" because they have made me a stronger, better person, and continually do so.
I'd like to tell myself that I accomplished absolutely nothing, because I obviously didn't become a body builder or change the world. But that would be a lie. 2013 was a year of discovery. A year to discover who the REAL me is, and what my mission is. Throughout all my struggles, I managed to keep a smile on my face, and never give up. Besides that, I had many adventures, which I am more than grateful for. I made so many memories in 2013 that I will carry throughout my entire life. Thank you 2013 for the ups and downs, you were a wonderful year.
Welcome 2014! I'm glad you are here! It's the start of a new, 365 page book. What I choose to write on those pages is entirely up to me. It's up to me to make it a great and I plan on doing more than that.
And here, is my 2014 manifesto, plan, whatever.........
Thank you to everyone for reading my blog, even though it most likely sucks. Yeah. I hope that your new year is wonderful! #MakeItGreat
note: My graphics look like a two year old made them, how embarrassing.
Quiet by Choice
Hello. Hi. Hey. Hola.
Today, I would like to address the misconception of Quiet vs. Shy.
Am I the only one that doesn't like it when people call you shy? I mean, some people are shy, yes. That's okay! But I am not shy. Quiet sometimes. But not shy. There is a difference.
I dedicate this post to all those like me! haha
Let's consult the dictionary.....
The dictionaries definition of Shy is....
1. Bashful; retiring.
2. Easily frightened away. timid.
3. Suspicious; distrustful.
4. Reluctant; wary.
Yeah. See? I'm not shy.
Now, the dictionaries definition of Quiet......
- Restrained in speech, manner, etc.; saying little
- Free from disturbance or tumult; tranquil; peaceful: a quiet life.
Hah! It all makes sense now, right?
Honestly, I don't mind being quiet. I like listening, I feel like you learn and gain SO much more when you don't talk as much. I feels much more connected to the earth, and myself when I don't talk as much. I like quiet.
The world is SO SO SO noisy!
But let's face it, I'm not shy, just quiet by choice. I'm a super crazy person. But I choose to be quiet sometimes. The world seems so much more peaceful when you're quiet.
Sometimes I am a little shy, but I'm usually not.
I'm done ranting now. :)
Have a beautiful day! Life is good. :)
love, Wesleigh
Today, I would like to address the misconception of Quiet vs. Shy.
Am I the only one that doesn't like it when people call you shy? I mean, some people are shy, yes. That's okay! But I am not shy. Quiet sometimes. But not shy. There is a difference.
I dedicate this post to all those like me! haha
Let's consult the dictionary.....
The dictionaries definition of Shy is....
1. Bashful; retiring.
2. Easily frightened away. timid.
3. Suspicious; distrustful.
4. Reluctant; wary.
Yeah. See? I'm not shy.
Now, the dictionaries definition of Quiet......
- Restrained in speech, manner, etc.; saying little
- Free from disturbance or tumult; tranquil; peaceful: a quiet life.
Hah! It all makes sense now, right?
Honestly, I don't mind being quiet. I like listening, I feel like you learn and gain SO much more when you don't talk as much. I feels much more connected to the earth, and myself when I don't talk as much. I like quiet.
The world is SO SO SO noisy!
But let's face it, I'm not shy, just quiet by choice. I'm a super crazy person. But I choose to be quiet sometimes. The world seems so much more peaceful when you're quiet.
Sometimes I am a little shy, but I'm usually not.
I'm done ranting now. :)
Have a beautiful day! Life is good. :)
love, Wesleigh
"I'm so happy yet so sad! It's like a perfect storm of emotion."
^That is me right now. I'm just so happy! Yet so sad......it's like a perfect storm of emotion. It balances everything out.
I'm so sad because life really sucks sometimes. I fail at everything, I'm so behind in school. I got hit by the homework truck from hell and fell into the ocean of never ending homework and now I'm drowning! Heeeelp. I want a job, but my parents won't let me. it's a rather confusing situation I have so many dreams, and goals but I feel like I'll never achieve them, I don't know how, and it's oh so conflicting. and I reaaaally just want a piece of bread! But I can't have it, and it's so depressing. *munches cucumbers* and I really want to go adventuring and stuff and.... *sigh*
But then.....
I'M SO HAPPY! AH! Life is just so beautiful and wonderful, and so happy, and I'm just soooo so blessed. I have such good friends and family and I love them to death. And my school is so amazing even though it is so freakin' hard and I think I might die, I love it. Life is so good! I love it. :)
So many feels right now.
So life is freakin' hard, ya know? But then it's so good, and I'm so blessed. There is always more good than bad in your/my life.(:
I worry if I'll ever achieve my goals/life long dreams blah blah. But ya know what? The things we want never come easy or free to us, we have to work for them! If we work our butts off and try our absolute hardest to achieve them, then we'll be even more grateful for them!
Honestly, when was the last time I tried my absolute hardest to achieve something brilliantly amazing? I have no idea. But it's gonna happen.
"The worst things in life come free to us." It's so true. But why not be grateful for our trials, our challenges, the things that totally suck in life? Because really, the make us so much better! They make us stronger and braver. They make us who we are.
But guess what! The best things in life also come free to us. That's our family, and our friends, etc. Man, we're just so blessed. I challenge you to write down 5 wonderful things in your life, that came free to you. I bet you could name even more.
Life is so good(: Shoot for the stars! Stay positive! Love a lot! Dream lots! and don't forget to smile. :)
love, Wesleigh :)
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