A picture is worth a thousand words (almost)

Girl in the woods

Girl in the woods

A picture can be worth a thousand words. Evoke specific emotions. Stir up feelings from deep within. To me, this picture says:

chance, precipice, waiting

beginning, start, new journey

awaiting, open doors, discover

fear, hesitation, expectation

wonderment, anticipation, bewilderment

timid, stepping, crossing

beginning, carrying forth, starting again

continuation, journey, open arms

strong, strength, holding

step forth, begin, listening

hearing, seeing, opening

creating, leading, following

wondering, uncertainty, adventure

breath, depth, silence


What does it mean to you? 

I write because…

Song inside you
I write because…
“I want to be as vulnerable and raw as possible so people feel less alone. I want to make people happy or laugh, even if it’s at my own expense.” Alexi Wasser, from “I’m Boy Crazy,” excerpted from #GIRLBOSS
Song inside you
There is a voice inside of me that needs to be shared. Openly, plainly, honestly and humorously. What is the point of hiding your voice? Be bold and share it with the world. Do good and good will come to you.
Writing is also a way for me to find and understand my true, authentic voice. To help me follow my truth, my dreams and my heart.
I’m especially excited to write at this point in my life because I’m going through a huge transition period. I am moving from San Francisco, where I’ve been the past year and a half, back to San Diego (my hometown) in December. I’m so happy with this decision. It was bittersweet to make, but it was so plainly and easily the right choice for me.
I don’t have a job or an apartment yet but, as nerve-wracking as that is sometimes, it’s more exciting than anything. I have a completely new, blank chapter in front of me. One that I can completely write with my own unique voice and truth. One that I can design on my own. I have an outline and idea of what I want my life to be like and what I’ll be doing, but honestly…nothing is set in stone. I can do anything.
Again, nerve-wracking and exciting at the same time ;)
Expect funny, self-help and self-empowerment topics, personal adventures and stories, wisdom and my own musings on life and fulfilling our purpose. At the very least, I want to put a smile on your face, to make you laugh and feel familiarity.
Lindsey Social Media ManagerI want to be an encouraging and supportive voice for any young person going through a transition period or who need a little inspiration and motivation to make things happen…things THEY want, dreams they want to achieve, adventures they want to pursue.
I hope to grow a large, engaged, positive and hilariously badass audience. I love connecting with new people, so comment away!! I want my blog to be a platform for people to learn, connect, share with one another and feel they are in a supportive, safe environment.
My goal is to write consistently and grow a strong community on this blog, but to also branch out into writing books, selling merchandise, guest posting, writing for magazines, hosting weekly podcasts and vlogs and speaking at events.
Come along for the ride! :)

Pearls of Wisdom: The Dangers of Flight

Pearl Fails At Flight

Pearl Fails At FlightHi, my name is Pearl O’Connor and today I scared the living bejeezus out of my mom.

She was taking me to my favorite spot on top of the fridge, where I can feel super tall and sing to my reflection in the microwave door, and I got a little overzealous about getting there…and in a fit of passionate birdie enthusiasm, I took flight off mom’s shoulder, forgetting that for the past 15 years I haven‘t been able to fly. Well, needless to say, I missed my mark, rammed into the fridge and fell down with a thud on the kitchen floor. It was a big thud and I got the birdie wind knocked out of me pretty bad.

For the next 15 minutes or so, I was breathing with my beak half-open and my eye-lids were semi-shut. I think this freaked mom out, because in the 15 years she’s been my mom, I’ve never done this. I mean, she kept holding me close to her face, kissing me, asking what was wrong and this weird wet stuff was coming from her eye-balls. I mean, I knew I was fine, I was just more embarrassed that I had failed at flight.

Anyways, I’m fine now, but mom keeps looking at me like I might explode. She’s been carrying me around this entire morning. It’s getting annoying. I mean, I just want to eat and poop in peace!


For those of you who don’t know, Pearl is my birdie of 15 years…you can find out a little more about him here.

Anyone else have funny bird/pet stories they want to share!? I’d love to hear :)

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Business cards, job titles and pufferfish

I was on a high from (FINALLY) publishing my first post last night, so I decided to ride that wave of awesome and continue to get shizzle done today. To-do’s that I’ve been dawdling on for a while.

*insert sheepish foot circles here*

Unfortunately this morning I was riding that wave a liiiiiiittle too hard and in my fit of passionate enthusiasm, like a small child on Christmas morning, I took a sip of my coffee right after it had been brewed.

Which, for those of you (saints) who don’t drink coffee, this is a time when the coffee is really effing hot. Something I should’ve recognized by the full steam facial I got as I was bringing the cup up to my mouth to take that first, fateful sip.

I’m getting sidetracked.

Anyways, a burned tongue, although causing me to talk with a heavy lisp today, did not deter me from my mission of getting shit done.

First on the agenda: business cards.

Again, something I’ve been putting off and getting caught up in the design/aesthetics of. Is that too frilly? That looks too corporate. Are those colors really me? WHAT SHOULD MY JOB TITLE BE!?

I had a heated debate with myself over whether this would be an appropriate choice.

I have my beautiful BA in Journalism (and no, “BA” does not stand for “Badass” in this case unfortunately). I’ve dappled with social media and I’m a certified holistic health coach. I’m also currently taking a 9-week course in social media management, something I’m really interested in pursuing because I like that kind of work, it’s usually remote, it pays well and would allow me to fulfill my current plan of traveling and living abroad in Sevilla, Spain and throughout Europe next summer and fall.

Anyways, I finally settled on Social Media Manager (a little premature maybe, but one can pretend), Writer and Freelancer (because I do freelance writing stuffs.)

But this was not after I’d gone through several other options of job titles:

  1. 12th in line to the English throne
  2. Trevor Noah’s future wife
  3. Freemason
  4. PSL Basic Bitch
  5. CFO of my budget
  6. Bird Whisperer, specializing in Cockatiel dialects
  7. Donald Trump Campaign Advisor
  8. Award-Winning Pufferfishsmooth-puffer-fish
    Although any of those would get me hired in an instant (who wouldn’t want a Freemasonic Basic Pufferfish Bitch writing their social media and website content?), SMM, Writer and Freelancer fit best into the 2 x 2 pixels they allowed for me to write my job title.

And to sign off for today, I found this on the inter webs. PSL anyone? 200_s
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It’s my first post…time to shimmy in celebration.

Lindsey on Motorcycle, Spiritual Badass

I spent a disgustingly large amount of time setting up this blog. Like, I got to the point where I was in tears, about ready to tear my hair out and pitch my computer out the fire escape doorway into the street below.

It was partly my OCD, lack of WordPress/design skills and procrastination coming from a place of fear and uncertainty about this blog.

See, I’ve started blogs in the past that have died a natural death or haven’t gotten past the first post. Like, I lose interest or give up after a while. I think I have that subconscious feeling of “Oh, I’m going to fail again,” or “Nobody is going to read this, so why bother.”

Well, I am the only one that can say whether I fail or succeed, so I choose success. And if nobody is going to read this then, glory hallelujah, I can write whatever the fuck I want.

Lindsey on Motorcycle, Spiritual BadassAnyways, I have big visions, ideas and passion for this blog and what I want it to become. But I was letting a little shittle thing like picking out a theme stand in the way of publishing my genius.

Another thing I should point out: I’m sarcastic. Take most all comments of mine with a grain of salt. Oh, and I swear. A lot.

So, rather than chucking my computer out the fire escape, I decided to get up, stretch and get a glass of wine.

And now here I am, glass (and a half) of wine in hand and I’ve FINALLY chillaxed enough to choose a god damn theme, be pleased with it and WRITE MY FIRST POST.

Oh em gee.

I’m pretty sure I’m not going to get anything super important or inspirational out tonight, so I guess I’ll entertain with some “fun facts” that you won’t find on my “About Page.” Well, maybe you will, I haven’t written it yet, so anything is possible.

  1. I have a weird obsession with hashtags. Not like purposeful, let-me-use-these-accurately hashtags, like the awkward hashtagging. Things that shouldn’t be hashtagged, I hashtag. I sometimes hashtag a hashtag. #badassiknow
  2. GIFs and Memes are hilarious and I will be using them on my blog. You know the kind of shit BuzzFeed writes with all their GIFs? LOVE IT.Bad Luck Brian Hunger Games
  3. I have an eclectic taste in music. I’m currently jamming to Electro Swing (didn’t know that was a thing until The Great Gatsby came out a few years ago), but I am a walking singing encyclopedia of show tunes, a HUGE fan of Pitbull (“Fireball,” anyone?), a Mumford & Sons adorer, classical music enthusiast, and can I grind dance along with everyone else to club/house music. Truly depends on my mood.
  4. Me and PearlI have a bird named Pearl. He is my baby of 15 years. A cockatiel. The current love of my life. Which brings me to the next fact…
  5. #singlesallyfordayz. I’m not saying I’m opposed to a relationship, I just happen to be more of an independent/free-spirit. But I am currently plotting a way to meet Trevor Noah, have the two of us fall in love and live happily ever after. What? He’s cute, sexy, smart, funny, the host of The Daily Show AND he has an accent. That is one fine package.
  6. I’m 25 and living in San Francisco. I was born/raised in San Diego and actually plan to move back there before too long. San Fran is awesome, just not my city.Lindsey In Young Frankenstein
  7. I am a really good singer, dancer and actor. Seriously. It’s rare that I openly compliment myself, but I’m actually quite good at all three of those things. Nothing that I’ve ever done in my life has ever matched the passion and love I have for musical theatre. Audition to final performance, I love every second of it.

Thaaaaat’s about it for now.

Well, I guess if you’re still reading I should say what my purpose for this blog is:

To make you laugh. To make you smile. To encourage you to go out and explore. Explore yourself from the inside out. Explore the world because, if not NOW, then when? To encourage you to embrace your inner voice and wisdom. To live your truth and do what is right and most important to you.

If it makes YOU happy and fulfilled, if it’s aligned with YOUR truth, if you can support yourself doing it and you’re doing good for the world in one way or another, my answer will always be: Well, go fucking do it.

I have a huge fear of looking back on my life and feeling regret for things I did not do. Things I didn’t try. Seriously, I get panicky and start to cry sometimes over the thought of being 50 years old and looking back on my twenties and wishing I had done something while I had the chance and desire to.

There’s no “right” path in life. Yes, there is the “social norm.” But not everyone has to do that. The only “right” path in life is the one that fulfills you, makes you happy and is aligned with your inner voice and truth. End of story.

Be true to you. Live your life to the fullest in the present moment. Don’t wait. Don’t put anything off until later…because you don’t know if that “later” will ever happen.

Not to get all morbid and down, I’m just being real.

And now that I went from talking about GIFs to the fact that we all could potentially die tomorrow….

AHEM. *chugs wine*

I’m open to conversations. Questions. Growing a community of awesome people. Having people join together in the adventurous journey of life.

Love you all already….even though my blog hasn’t gotten one view….yet.

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