Red headed and it feel so good…

new-hair_psI’m not a natural red-head. But after being one for so many years, I have to say I feel most like myself with red hair. I love it most when the sun hits it and makes it look like a dark copper penny. My friend Patricia is an amazing hairdresser, and told me she wanted to play around with some deep reds on my hair. And I was in! Here’s the result. I’m in love with it! More pics later…

xo. Brie

Color Run!

I had a chance run in the Fort Lauderdale Color run, and let me just tell you. It. Was. Awesome. If you’ve never done it, it’s a 5K where you get dyed corn starch essentially, and you can throw it at your friends (or dump it on yourself) and then at certain points during the run, there are huge groups of volunteers chucking handfuls of paint dust at you! My friend Kim and I started out nice and clean and white… color-run_after-2_ps
And clearly that did not last. It was a blast! I’d highly recommend this run to anyone, runners, walkers, anybody. It’s a good time. color-run_after_ps
And honestly, how often do you get to throw handfuls of paint at someone? The answer is not often enough…

xo. Brie

Vulnerability: go big or go home?

Vulnerability has to be one of the worst feelings in the world.

People tell me “oh no, it’s liberating to let everything go and feel vulnerable.” Liars. Of course, I may eat those words later if that experience ever does happen, but as of now, I call foul.

I’ve been fixated the past few days on this idea of stripping down a person (insert inappropriate joke) to their truest self. In other words, what’s really under all the walls and layers people throw up and cover up with? What makes them tick?

To me, this is the truest level of intimacy; getting to really, truly know and understand a person. How they work, how they think, what makes them smile, what are their pet peeves, what makes them cry, and why?

I’m not suggesting that the physical stuff isn’t intimate, obviously it is, but in my opinion, something that can be cheaply given away in a one night stand is not the deepest level of intimacy. Because that can’t be given to someone; it has to be studied, it has to be learned over time. It takes commitment.

And that’s another word that bums me out.

I’m deeply committed to about four things: 1) Jesus Christ, 2) my family, 3) my friends, and 4) my inability to commit to anything other than the three aforementioned commitments. Yup. I’m in a strongly committed relationship with my commitment issues. Sad, I know.

But all of this realization has led me to wonder, why do we have to throw up walls in the first place? And why are we expected to be “ok” all of the time? I think in a perfect world this wouldn’t be necessary. We could be open and honest, and not fear getting hurt. And if we did, we would have the support and encouragement to properly heal.

Alas, life isn’t perfect. Things are messy. People are fallible and make mistakes. And when we’re vulnerable, we get hurt. And then you’re generally left with two options: 1) go numb, or 2) hurt like hell.

Those are terrible options if you ask me.

But I guess this is one of those “I don’t make the rules” situations. You just have to play the hand you’re dealt I suppose. And who knows, maybe those open and vulnerable people are onto something. I mean, go big or go home, right?