Take me to the mountains.

By Kayti • August 20, 2016

Life is so full, at times. Coffee, Eat, Work, Sleep, Repeat. It goes on and on, repeating itself. You either run the mill or break out of the cycle. Most keep chugging along like a train destined for no where.

Every time I try to step away, something pulls me back into the dark hole of the grind. It whispers, Keep striving, keep hustling. You are no one unless your name is known. Prove yourself. It sucks me in. I ignore the sirens and red lights, racing past the warning signs. Eager to please; to be heard and known and loved by people I don’t even know.

The day goes on, the clock moves quickly. Before I can breathe it’s over. It’s in the quiet moment of the night—driving home in the dark—when I remember to slow down. To step away. To find peace and sacred space away from this crazy world. Tomorrow, I say, tomorrow will be different.

But the alarm goes off, the coffee kicks in and the grind is as powerful as ever. Sometimes it uses seduction, appealing to the small part of your soul that craves for attention; for fame. Other days it capitalizes on fear. No one will remember you. Your life is meaningless, it hisses.

So we go round and round. Keep chugging, continue hustling. The costume remains glued to our skin until it is our skin. We fake it for so long that we become who we are not. And we wonder, how did I get here? Because here, peace does not exist.

Take me to the mountains. Let me build my castle between the towering peaks of the earth. The voices cannot reach me there, the grind does not exist between the jagged mountain tops.

Or maybe I will make my bed in the sand, falling asleep to the rhythm of the waves. I will wash away the costume I’ve become and let my bare skin feel the soil of the earth.

Clearing My Antennas: How to Know What’s Next After a Year of Traveling

By Kayti • May 19, 2016

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“You need to clear your antennas,” she says.

I sit cozied into an antique armchair, my feet swinging off to the side; the faux fire heating my toes. I hug my warm coffee mug to my chest.

We’ve only been back in Colorado one week since taking a year to backpack around the globe. The cold, spring weather feels like a refreshing swim. I welcome cozy sweaters after months in Central America’s humidity and heat.

“I can’t see what’s next,” I whisper. “I feel like I always have some sort of direction in life, but not this time. It’s like staring at a concrete wall. I don’t know what to do.”

One of my dearest friends, she stares back at me. Her kids play with puzzles on the floor and the youngest burrows in her lap. Having ten years on me, I scan her face, invoking some of her wisdom.

“You need to clear your antennas,” she repeats. 

How though? I wonder.

I close my eyes, embracing the weight of the room; the weight of her words.

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We’re All Walking, Talking Stories.

By Kayti • March 26, 2016

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When was the last time you thought about your story?

How long has it been since you intentionally wrote a line, a page or a chapter?

It’s easy to forget this; to become trapped in the day-to-day grind. The should be, could be, make more, be more, check out when it’s hard, you’ll never be enough, zone out to the screen version of life.

We quickly fall into monotonous routines and thoughtless schedules. We forget that we are remarkable and unparalleled humans; each person a beating, breathing soul.

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Ten Resolutions for 2016…And Life.

By Kayti • January 6, 2016

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I spent the first day of 2016 swinging in a hammock. I read and journaled a lot. I thought mostly about resolutions and how to make goals for myself that aren’t so fleeting.

In 2016, I want to focus on being more alive, and not a skinnier, prettier, or smarter version of myself. I want to fight for the habits and practices that put me in touch with my truest, kindest, and most present self.

I share them publicly as an offering of sorts. I hope they inspire and urge your own journey toward becoming your truest self this year.

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