Fred's ladies. 

Solstice on the rooftop.

Friday Harbor bound.

Overnight adventures to Leavenworth. 

Thai. 

Fred, is such a creep. And I love him. 

Oh, my darling.

I'm 3 weeks into Fred's and done-zo at the Brewery. Fremont was full of lessons for me. New projects, new expectations, great people- not so great people. But hey, there's not so great people no matter where you go. People either like ya or they don't, and I think it takes a special breed to treat anyone disrespectfully. Really- for any reason. Find a solution, or move on with your day.

I did spend my Saturday at the Solstice festival down at the brewery on the rooftop which was unexpected, and so pleasant. What a beautiful day it was.

Fred's is definitely more in my realm. A solid group of some pretty rad chicks. And no commute! After leaving Bickford, I think I had 4 jobs on Maui to Fremont Brewing, and a couple places I ended up turning down to Fred's.  Which is odd for me after being at Bickford for four years and having some of those customers for over six. Lucky me, I get to see a ton of them at Fred's still. Small town living. Everyone knows everyone, and maybe I like it that way. I feel contentment with the support these girls give each other, and also the financial stability that will let me finally move on to things I have been wanting to accomplish.

Who knew that this journey would circle me around to exactly where I came from. I can't say I've been too patient because I've been battling myself and it's been rubbing off in my attitude. It is almost crippling for me to lose my sense of creativity and wonder. It's been hard to even talk or share about the things I have always been most passionate about because I feel like I, or someone else has talked me out of them so many times. The little and the big. I recently felt so emotionally exhausted for caring so much more than other people seem to share or express, that I almost thought for a second it might be easier to just jump on the lackluster of life band wagon. Until I woke up the next morning and laughed at myself for being so foolish. If you feel like you are supposed to make a difference in the world, don't ever lose sight of it.

Sober thoughts at 1:40 am. Just getting off of work and feeling extra lucky, blessed... What have you. Thankful. 

Things are far, far from perfect, and just as they're going to be- but the good is great and only getting better.  

A poem for a way of life.

“Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly, and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love – for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment is it perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you from misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.” 

Had a great wellness meeting with the best the other night (with this brilliant sunset as a backdrop). It was nice to share, and remind ourselves the bigger picture- which are the little things.