Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset.

Stop making a big deal of the little things, cause I got big deals and I got little things. 

I’m creeping up on my fourth year living in this Salty City, and this past year everything has changed, Utah has morphed into a entire new light.

For the first time in my life I feel like I can do it all, I feel like no one can touch me and everyone is my friend.

Suddenly I feel like this city has so much to offer me, I have a little more time and a little more money that I can play with my hobbies, and it has exploded my self confidence. 

Time for anything else. 

Getting rid of Instagram and making room for anything else, even a good nap would do myself better then checking up on a highshool aquantince who just washed her car. Why do I care?

Wanting to be a bit of a hippie in the concrete walls of the fabulous Salt Lake city.

My lil’ motorcycle has quickly become my best friend. 

I rode it to work today scared like crazy the entire ride, and I might ride it non-stop for the rest of my life, and preserve Rav in the mint condition she is in so in 100 years when I’m . 

The pazaz might wear out, but for now I have to get a ride in each day, or else I think about it all day. 

Yesterday I took Taylor Swift on a ride, no shame, singing aloud confident that my voice is louder then the roar of my bike, but not caring one bit. 

I watched the sunset at I rode every street in the Salt Lake cemetery, honking at David-O and Gordon as I drove by. 

I’m sure they loved it. 

I’m flying, like my little bees- alive and happy.