Dear Readers

Dear Readers,

you kind sweet souls that take the time
to follow along my little life,

and all the little things I do,

some semi-interesting, most semi-mundane;

I have finally gotten my act together and done

what I didn't want to do.

my About Me

page.

it's not earth shattering,

and if you've been reading,

you probably know most of the pieces.

and please.

Don't laugh. 

I really am an accountant.

And maybe this is explaining a few things,

to a few of you, right about now.  

And it's true,
I'm an introvert.

I'm not what you'd call shy necessarily,

but I do go quiet in a crowd,

and sometimes when I do say things,

people stare at me,

and I wish I could just push rewind,

and garble the words back into my mouth,

cause I feel so awkward.

I do have difficulty sharing,

or being confident that my opinion

is really that important, 

so I really don't share a lot.  

the truth is, 

I can be pretty surface level.

even my bestie has told me,

Makaila- I know I know you more than anyone else knows you,

but sometimes I don't even know you.  

creating and sharing and blogging

has been an outlet for me.

somewhere I feel comfortable 

just being me.

the ones of you
 (and you know who you are)

that read every day,

and say positive things,

even when I post a shiz ton of pictures of the same thing,

you make me smile,

and be happy,

for being me.

and.  i loves ya.

Thank you for reading.

Thank you for commenting.

Thank you for following along my journey.  

You should never fast-forward into the future. 

Because every time you do, you rob yourself of the journey,

 the present moment, which, in the end, is all there really is.

ALYSON NOËL

Till tomorrow, my friends!  

Let the journey continue.  

and without further ado..

About Me

Hi!

Here's the low-down,

 on the down-low.. 

on Me.

me

My name is Makaila.

I live in Portland Oregon.

I’m 31 years old.
I'm 5 feet, 1 3/4 inches tall.  Or short.  Whatever.
I have green eyes and brown hair.
I have brow frown lines, and I'm gonna do something about it.
I don't know what I'm gonna do-  but I'm gonna do something.  

I’m an accountant IRL {in.real.life}  haha.  I just found out what that means.

I’m a procrastinator; thank god I work best under pressure. 
I flux-ate 10 pounds every 6 months.  
I bitch about that.
I think a lot.
In my head, not out loud.

I’m an introvert. 

I love alone time.

But I love alone time in crowds of people. 

I need the energy, to feel life moving. 

I hold very few dear and near.

But the ones I do hold- it’s a fierce, never-will-let-you-go kind of hold. 

I’m the oldest of six kids.
Which DOES define who I am today.
Always has, always will.

my clan.  August 2011

I have an 11 year old son, his name is Tristen.

I often refer to him as Bird.  Birdie.  My Bird.  Read why {here}

He doesn’t read my blog.

He very rarely lets me take pictures of him, 
cause he’s afraid I’ll put them on my blog,

And cause he’s 11.  He’s tweening, hard.    
He's constantly embarrassed of me.
He often pulls my fist pumping fists out of the air,
and places them firmly on the steering wheel and 
tells me that both of my hands really need to be on the steering wheel.
Not for safety,
but because I'm embarrassing him.
He's much less embarrassed of me now that I'm in the 30's.
He hated it when I was in the 20's.  

me and my bird

I’m recently engaged, {here's the post of how it went down}

to a man that keeps me on my toes, 
makes me laugh, 
cooks me breakfast, 
gets me caffeine, 
tells me I’m beautiful every single day, 
holds my hand, 
takes care of me, 
encourages me, 
supports me, 
has swung open the doors to a life I never thought I'd have,
and because he dreams in the opposite way that I dream,
he makes my world whole. 

His name is Rhett.

my love and me.  

Why do I blog?
I've thought about this a lot.
why I blog.  what I blog about.  
I'm not here to teach the world,
I'm not funny.  Nor a DIY queen.

This is just my life.  
Featuring things I like.
The people I love.
Things that make me stare.
A place to store my memories.
A way to express myself.

Nothing grand.

Nothing simple.

Just me.

distinctly me

Thank you for reading!

-m-