Wednesday, October 25, 2017

checking things off my 30 before 30 list

I have to say, I am really proud of myself.

I have already taken care of FOUR of my goals on my 30 before 30 list! And here I was thinking I wasn't going to be able to get everything done and I've already checked off some. Look. At. That.

1. get another tattoo

Well, that didn't take long! After almost 7 years since my last tattoo (yes it's been THAT long), I finally got another one!

(Parks and Rec forever)


We say this to each other practically all the time, and it'll probably (definitely) show up in our vows in a few weeks. Took maybe 15 minutes and was pretty painless too, but I definitely have the bug and want some more very soon if possible.

Shout out to Greg at Oak City Tattoo in Raleigh for working with us!


2. be a published author

YOU GUYS. IT FINALLY HAPPENED.

In Holl & Lane magazine, for their 14th issue appropriately entitled 'The Heart', I have a published piece! 

The little girl inside of me that made books for fun in my free time and wrote any chance I got in every journal I've ever owned is doing the biggest happy dance at seeing my name in print.

Holl & Lane is a rare publication where women can share their honest stories without judgement, and I am so incredibly proud to be part of this amazing community of female contributors. This magazine is content created by women about women, and is one of the most refreshing representations of women in the media I've seen in a long time. Here you won't find tips on loosing weight so you can look better naked or lists of ways to improve yourself just to be loved by your partner; instead, Sarah and her team of creatives welcome you as you are, exactly as you are, in whatever season of life you're living in. Each issue focuses on another theme that affects women, be it mental health, matters of the heart, or the physical and metaphorical body. Within its' pages instead, you'll find stories about miscarriages and loss, abuse and recovery, love and light, the human condition and the female experience, and more. 

Holl & Lane has limited quantities of print issues, so PLEASE head over to the link above and snag yourself a copy of this fantastic publication, and read my piece featured within it, 'Unexpected Reassurance'.



3. do a 30 day challenge

For the month of August, I went 30 days without Red Bull AND beer.

As a former server and bartender, this was a little hard but mostly, I was perfectly fine. I'm used to grabbing caffeine on my way everywhere I go, and when coffee isn't nearby, I grab Red Bull like water. Since going without, I have been a lot less likely to grab it, but I still love it.

(first beer flight after 30 days)


And thanks to the 30 days without beer, I lost a few pounds and I was able to feel a bit better about myself. We of course had beer and wine at our wedding, but going without it for 30 days was a nice reset. I love trying new brews so I missed that, but honestly, I'm just not 21 anymore, so I was happy for the break.

Speaking of wedding...

4. get married to the love of my life

I can OFFICIALLY say that I am FINALLY a married lady.

I can not even describe how incredibly happy Sunday, October 22nd was for both Ashley and I. We were surrounded by our community of family and friends that are our chosen family, crying through the ceremony and laughing and dancing our asses off through the reception. From the fantastic vows to the sentimental and heartfelt speeches to my new wife's killer dance moves, Sunday was the best day ever, capping off such a phenomenal weekend. We cannot thank everyone enough for that day.

More to come later on wedding day, but for now, here's a shot from my best friend Rebekah's boyfriend Devon that he got that is my new favorite until we get our photos from Kat back...




More to come soon!






Wednesday, August 23, 2017

an exhausting, annoying, ridiculous, and heartbreaking circus

I'm not really sure how many more times I can do this.

Don't worry, I'm not being melodramatic.

I mean the news. Keeping up with it, reading it, getting upset over it, dealing with it, and trying to move forward only to be knocked in the face with a 2x4 yet again with the next idiotic, traitorous, and horrible banner notification from various news sources on my phone.

I'm fucking tired, y'all. Aren't you?

After the tragic events of that fateful weekend in Charlottesville, VA, I feel at my wit's end. Let me explain.

I grew up in the South, in the metro area of Atlanta. I grew up in a small town, where there were churches upon churches on every corner of every denomination. Those churches that levied their influence on the little town we lived in, even to decide what kind of play the high school theater could put on. My father was a bit racist and homophobic, and a few of my relatives growing up who were very opinionated about anyone different from them. I'm no stranger to hearing others judge and criticize, masking their subtle racism with "But I have black friends..." and "I'm not racist but..."

As a native of metro Atlanta, I spent summers watching the laser show on old comforters on the lawn, eating KFC and Dippin Dots, while the fantastical light display played out on Stone Mountain's Confederate carving. I can still hear those rednecks with their whoops and hollers when the lasers depict the surrender of General Robert E. Lee while Willie Nelson played in the background, before Lee Greenwood's Proud to be an American began to play. As a child, I saw 'Dixie Flags' and heard 'It's heritage, not hatred' more than a few times. As a teenager, I remember when it was cool to wear Dixie Outfitters with your cowboy boots from Horsetown East, shirts with what appeared to be harmless displays of Southern pride in the shape of Confederate flag bandannas on golden retriever puppies and such. We have streets, roads, bridges, memorials, schools, and monuments devoted to the mythology of the Lost Cause of the Boys in Grey.

If you live in the South, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Symbols of the Master are all over, a false idol to an idiotic belief system.

So it doesn't surprise me that a group of Neo-Nazis, Alt-Righters, White Supremacists, and members of the Klan descended upon Charlottesville, VA this past weekend because one of their precious statues were threatened. In reality, Christopher Cantwell and Jason Kessler, among various others who ascribe themselves to the morals of the KKK, paraded into a Southern town with tiki torches, bats, and shields, and protested, to "unite the right" and take back America. They were wearing white power shirts, chanting 'Blood and Soil' and 'White Lives Matter', and were performing Nazi salutes.

It doesn't surprise me, but I have some news for you all.

This goes for you too, you who defend white cops who kill black Americans, you who utter the words "All Lives Matter" at a BLM protest, and you who hide behind your keyboards criticizing and denouncing all who are different from you:

There is no America that belongs to strictly white Americans. There never has been and there never will be. Our country has been built on the backs of slaves and immigrants. Our country was created on the basis of religious persecution and the genocide of Native Americans. For the massive amount of prejudice, racism, and hatred our country has perpetuated, I want to apologize to every immigrant, black American, and Native American who has ever been hurt by those of us with paler skin.

And another thing, the Confederate army went to war during the Civil War to maintain their way of living. That way of living was a booming economy of slavery, not state's rights. Understand history and come to realize that holding a Confederate flag is in absolute violation of the United States and what it stands for. Confederate monuments and artifacts belong in a museum and in history books, not outside courthouses that stand for justice and equality.

I am so tired of the white-washing of history that is happening in this country. The parents in Tennessee who want to remove learning about Islam in school because of radical terrorists. The Texas schoolboard who calls slaves immigrants and wanted to airbrush history with a wide white brush by removing civil right's leaders. And I sure am sick and tired of the white people who think America is some heathen shithole because my community can get married and black Americans deserve the same equal respect as anyone.

The dehumanization that is happening in this country is alarming. The outright hatred that others believe is acceptable to now flex because we have an imbecile in office who couldn't even properly condemn the violence that occurred that weekend in a timely fashion because he benefits off the David Dukes of this country. How much more do we need for this country to wake up?

To my fellow white friends: It's time to step away from the keyboard and step outside of the house. Start protesting. Start standing up to the racists and the bigots and the people who continue to perpetuate hate in this country. Stand beside your friends at a Black Lives Matter event.

The world is changing and you have to change with it. We are a multicultural melting pot of diversity and equality for all, and it's time to get onboard with that.

To all my black friends: Whatever I can do myself to show my support as your ally and friend that I am not already doing, I would love to do it. I know I have privilege because of the color of my skin and I hate that I am afforded certain rights due simply to the lack of melanin in my outer layers.

This country is so broken, the pieces fractured and split across party lines, voting districts, and county limits. I was so afraid in November post-election of this kind of environment seeping into our country like a pandemic in the dead of night.

There's been a lot we have been able to criticize, make jokes out of, and try to dismiss, holding onto the hope that impeachment or something else would break us all from the bonds of this punishment. I'm about done with the jokes, and I'm ready for this country to be what it should be.

Aren't you?

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

a love letter to Georgia

I'm going to admit something to you that most people probably don't know about me: I am not a Georgia native. Technically, I was born in Jacksonville, FL and I lived there for the first two years of my life. Do I remember it? Not a bit, really. The last time I lived there, I looked like this:


Adorable, right?

We moved to Georgia in the early 90's, before I even started elementary school. Growing up, I lived in a wide variety of houses. We settled in a small town called Snellville, your quintessential suburban oasis, complete with picturesque parks, a multitude of neighborhoods, and two main roads that cross each other at the center. Our first Georgia home was a townhouse, located at the end of a cul-de-sac. Our neighbors used to babysit me occasionally and feed me frozen dinners, and my first 'best friend' lived just up the road. That townhouse, I first learned to play pretend in that front yard, imagining I, too, was Belle from my favorite Disney movie, sitting in the patch of dandelions by the driveway. I shared a room with my older sister, and believed strongly that either David Bowie's Jareth or that the Wicked Witch of the West lived in my closet, waiting to strike as soon as the lamp was turned off. It was the first place I saw snow, the first place I learned to ride a bike at, and the first place I made friends. That townhouse are where my first memories came from of Georgia.

From there, my parents bought a much larger house down the way, with an enormous backyard ready for my imagination to take over. That house on Oak Grove Lane was where I grew up. I went to school from that house for the first time. I spent the best Christmas as a child in that house, the one we videoed that we still, twenty years later, reference at Thanksgivings and Christmases. That house I had my own room for the first time, sang into my hairbrush handle various Spice Girl songs, and tried to crash all of my sister's birthday parties because I thought she was the most amazing person in the world to me (I still kind of think that, seester). Oddly enough, that is also the house I saw the whirlwind spin-out of my parents getting divorced. It both holds the best and worst memories of my childhood at that house, the exceptional mark of the parade of time moving from child to teenager.

Following that house on Oak Grove Lane, we bounced around a bit. My mom, bless her, was a single mom again and this time had two children to worry about, though my sister was hardly a child at that point. The three of us depended on each other and banded together to accomplish the impossible. Those years were not always full of plenty, but we got by and thrived on the love we had as a family, which often made all of our cups spill over. Those years are what I feel are a testament to my character as an adult, crafting my resilience to carry on no matter what, making the present as joyful as possible, and sculpting the idea of working hard to achieve the things I've wanted.

After the various moves and numerous boxes and collective houses we have made home, I left them all to go to college. I am the first woman in my immediate family to have gone away to university, lived in a dorm, experienced campus living, and come away from it, granted eight years later, with a Bachelor's degree. I was always raised to believe that college was the goal, but more than that, that whatever I wanted to do with my life, I could do it. Anything I wanted to accomplish, anyone I wanted to be... I could do and be and have, I've never stopped being grateful for that. 

[Sidenote: I'll admit, college wasn't an easy course for me. I absolutely adore learning, but I loathe and detest feeling like I have to validate myself with testing. I enjoy so much about the academic sphere, yet the technicalities that seem to cloud it have always annoyed me.]

But this is a love letter to Georgia, my home state for my whole life. And it would be amiss if I didn't talk about my love for the Peach State. Georgia is all I've known to live in. I've never known or remembered living anywhere else that didn't include a drive down 285, 85, 75, or 400. I've never lived farther than an hour from my family. All I've known are summers at Lake Lanier and Stone Mountain, getting sunburnt and watching laser shows and fireworks. King of Pops while walking in Little Five Points, fighting the intense humidity any way possible.  Mild winters and gorgeous autumns, complete with our annual trip to the pumpkin patch and apple orchard in the Blue Ridge Mountains. 

For the majority of my life, I've gotten to call the suburbs of Atlanta my home. While I'm no stranger to being able to just pick up and go [see every time I moved in college and that time I said, I'm studying abroad in London and actually made it happen], this is the first time I've moved to another state, outside of my comfort zone. I'm definitely excited about it, but I'm going to miss it here at home. Even the traffic, which is abhorrent. This place will always be home.

And I know we will do our best to make North Carolina our home for the next few years as well.

I love you, Georgia. I'll see you soon.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

grateful


( chalkboard print from garvinandco)

You know, this year, I won't lie, has been a really awful, terrible, no good, very bad kind of year. We lost Prince, Leonard Cohen, Professor Snape himself, and David Bowie. We've had terrorism strike Aleppo and Syria, Hillary Clinton's heartbreaking election results, and the resurgence of hate groups in America that have long since been silent suddenly rearing their ugly heads. 2016 can go down as one of the worst years we as a world have ever experienced. I don't think anyone would fight me there on that.

As the holiday season slowly begins to creep in the backyard and faintly knock on the door, I will admit it's been hard to find the silver lining out of this shit year. It's been hard to get excited. I know for myself, there's lots up in the air that is making it hard to get onboard with everything. I've been stressed out about our move, finding a position, money... being an adult has its' advantages and disadvantages sometimes.

Nevertheless, I strive to be an optimist, and I know there are many personal and wonderful things to be grateful for this year.

My sister. You guys, Sarah has had such an amazing year and I am so incredibly happy for her. Not only did she get married this March to the best guy around, Justin, but she surprised everyone at Thanksgiving with the news that she is expecting a little boy come May! My sister is such a strong and encouraging lady. She's been blessed with such joy this year in ways I have always hoped as her sister she would receive, and I cannot wait to see what 2017 brings. I know I personally cannot wait to have a baby nephew to hold and spoil!

Ashley. It would go without saying that of course I'm thankful and grateful for my fiancee and partner, but this year especially takes a special spot. Ashley has been my rock and my support while I finished school, and in return, she has finally been granted some well-earned congratulations for getting into grad school for PT. She has worked diligently to get accepted into the program and I cannot wait to be there for her the way she was for me this year in so many ways. We officially reached not only our two year anniversary this year, but also started the countdown to our wedding, as it now less than a year away! October 22, 2017 will be here before we know it.

Family. I really did luck out sometimes when I think about the support system I have, not only with the family I was born into but the family I choose as well. The people who I am so lucky enough to have surround me, that's who really are the greatest. My mom, Ashley's mom, Caitlin, Jessi, Megan (MJ!)... So many wonderful people, and seriously you all are the real MVP. Thank you for caring, for appreciating, for supporting. I'd be lost without you all.

I think this about sums up my thankful thoughts for this year. I know 2016 has been pretty rough, but I'm so excited to see what's next. 2017 has some pretty amazing and wonderful events to plan.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Post-election blues



(photo from Pinterest)

I think what a lot of people are not understanding about why so many people are so heartbroken and upset about the election results is for many reasons. When you are not part of the majority, meaning you're a woman, gay, Muslim, an immigrant, black, poor, disenfranchised, any part of the minority, anytime you get to experience some form of success or some waves of progress, it gives you unbelievable hope, that even though things have been bad before, they will change into becoming something even better. That even though yesterday was full of hate and darkness, that tomorrow has a sunrise and it's going to be bright.

The day the Supreme Court brought down the decision that marriage equality was law of the land, I never thought in a million years that I would get to marry the woman that I am so passionately in love with that quickly. Like many, I was sure our fight would be long and difficult. Just the gay rights movement in our country alone has accomplished extraordinary feats in a very small amount of time in the grand scheme of things. That day brought me undeniable joy, that maybe the bigotry and hate that I've experienced and seen happen in our country for so long, was finally on its way out the door.


As a woman, I know what it's like to be afraid to walk anywhere in a populated area, in the dark, alone. I cannot tell you how many times I've crossed the street to avoid a group of men, or made sure that I was as far away from that person on the sidewalk as I can get, because I was raised under the impression that there are good people in this world but there are bad people too, and you have to be able to defend yourself if need be. The cat calling, the comments, the Internet trolls that hide behind their anonymous facades that believe they're not doing anything wrong, because they're expressing their opinion… These things hurt people. They affect people. And they plant seeds for bigger hurts and for greater crimes.


As an American, I've seen what my black brothers and sisters in this world have gone through, at the hands of brutal police and ignorance amplified. The racial slurs, the outward hatred, the overwhelming anger that emerges from someone who cannot empathize for another human being's experiences... we do not live in a post-racial society, the matter how many times you've been taught to believe that. We are not colorblind. And Black Lives Matter. But we have a very big problem that goes very deep in our country, when it comes to race, and that wound is still far too fresh and far too deep to say it doesn't exist.


The president elect, an upper-class white man who is wealthy and does not understand the common man's needs and the common woman struggles, is not the kind of person who can understand the division that he has brought into this country. He has spent almost 2 years crisscrossing the country touting hateful remarks about individuals and groups of people that are different than him. He has spent months discussing how he has plans to change this country, and take it back to a time that America was never really that great. A lot of his suggestions are fueled by the fact that he touched on a trimmer in this country that a lot of people who voted for him, the older white population of this country, have felt and have seen as they've gotten older. My generation is one full of embracing diversity, making sure everyone has a seat at the table, and lifting up those around us to make sure everyone has equal rights, and that no one is more equal than another. The older generation who elected our president elect, lived through the civil rights movement, second wave feminism, the kind of social and civil movements we've only read about in textbooks, because my generation did not live through those. We were raised in a world that believes we are special, we are unique because we have different talents and different viewpoints, and that we can be whatever we want to be, as long as we work hard enough and are passionate enough about the cause.


Our older generations made it clear that they feel their needs and wants have been ignored, and perhaps the world is changing far too quickly for them to be able to keep up with, and that they're afraid that they're going to lose the security of what they've always had. I think more than anything we all know that while their feelings are justified because they are their feelings, those fears are not correct. What hurts the most is the realization that half of my country believes that I am less than, and is afraid of change, of women, of anything not the norm. We want to change the world to make it a more loving place, for everyone, not just because of the color of your skin, the gender of the partner you choose, or the religion that you find truth and faith in. This is why so many millennials and younger people in this world were so hopeful for this election, because we finally saw that perhaps all of the change and progress that we have been working so hard towards would finally pay off in a big way. The fight was never just going to end with Hillary becoming president, it just cemented the fact that it had a place, it had a purpose, and that we were moving towards a bigger and brighter future.


The election of this demagogue, this man who has freely express his intentions of assaulting women, of racial slurs towards Mexicans and immigrants, of fear disguised as anger towards Muslims and black Americans, is very painful for those of us hoping to continue on with the wave of progress and change. This is a very large step backwards for the fight for equality, for civil liberties, and for general decency. We cannot simply fall in line behind this. The office of the presidency is supposed to be one of honor, national pride, hope, and the belief that we elected one of the better of us to lead us towards our best versions of ourselves. As an American, I believe in the values of democracy, that everyone has a voice and a say in how their country works and operates, and how our laws are created and passed and put into use. There's a very strong sense of pride in knowing that you directly affect the government, and that you were able to make a difference in passing that a law or creating that change in the system or moving forward towards a better future.To me, and I'm sure to many others, the person who is the president elect does not reflect our values as a country. In our constitution, we have a line that states, "We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal." If we abandon the principles of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, to give way to the racism, discrimination, misogyny, and fear that so many people feel because they do not understand the way the progress that is here and breaking on the shore, we will not be the America we have always been and deserve to continue to be.


The world that I was brought into, is not the world that I live in as an adult. And that's a good thing. Because that means that we are evolving, changing, and growing towards becoming something bigger and something better. This is a big blow, because it feels very much like hate has won, and it reminds all of us how much more work there still is to do before we're able to bask in the glory of what we can be. In the grand scheme of things, we are still a very young nation in the world. Our cousins across the sea have many centuries on us, and they still struggle with being able to do what's best for their country as well, as we saw with Brexit. This is just another growing pain for a country, and our nation will survive through this, and come out better following this. Right now, this does not feel good, and our rights and our liberties are not safe.


There's so much progress and change that we have made over the last eight years with our current president, that I know our president elect is eager to repeal, cancel, and effectively get rid of, particularly in his first 100 days alone. We need to be able to take the reins ourselves, and realize that he may be the president, but he does not work for himself, he works for us. People should not be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people. We are bigger, we are stronger, and we are harder to break, when we work together to achieve common good. This may be a fatal blow to the nations heart, but we will recover from this heart attack. And he has woken up a sleeping giant, one that has been put to bed for quite some time, because we thought we were on the rise of progress and change.


The next four years, I hope, are filled with protest, organization, lobbying, petitions, and having the best of us with bigger voices than those of us who do not have their platform use their talents to make sure everyone continues to have a seat at the table, that our liberties will not be threatened or taken away, and that they will secure our hope that everyone deserves to feel like they have part of this nation, together. The overwhelming take away from Hillary Clinton's extraordinary campaign is that we are stronger together. As much as this hurts, we need to band together as humans and as Americans, not Democrats and Republicans, not white versus black, not man versus woman, not gay versus straight, not Christian versus Muslim, not us versus them. We need to stand up for those that deserve our protection, and battle together to move forward towards a greater opportunity, and more accepting future.


Yesterday, I mourned. I grieved. I cried. I felt fear, I felt defeated, I felt devastated. I looked ahead, and saw a bleak future, one that I wasn't sure I was going to have part of the way that I originally hoped for.


Today, I've already signed two petitions regarding the electoral college, and how incredibly unfair and false their election practices are. Later today I will be researching every possible way I can get involved, and I can try to pick myself up and move forward, for the fight that is coming. My marriage equality rights will not go down without a bloody fight. My rights as a woman will not disappear if I have any say in it. My liberties as a human being on this earth will not be taken away easily. These are things I will make sure do not disappear. Hillary Clinton said in her concession speech yesterday, this is painful and it will be for a long time. I agree with her, but every setback that we have to survive, a bigger wave of progress will follow it. We've seen this with women's rights movements, gay rights movements, and other civil rights movements towards fairness and equality.


That is what I'm looking forward to. That is what I'm holding onto hope too. The fact that we elected 4 brave and courageous women to the Senate, that gives me hope. The fact that North Carolina successfully elected a brand-new governor, whose hope is to overturn HB2, that gives me hope. The fact that there is some form of good in this world still, gives me hope. It's not a lot, but it's enough.

It's time to put on our armor, and get ready for battle.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

hey there

hi universe, I'm Nikki.




I'm starting this blog as a way for me to not only document my life, but to share my experiences and my writing. I've gone back and forth about this for a while now, contemplating whether to blog or not, and as I've thought about it more often, I've decided this is the best way to really express myself. I will make the best effort to be as 'frank' as possible, showing my life with as much honest detail as I can, without sacrificing my own privacy at the same time. I hope you're up for it.

To start, here is a little about myself. I'm 27 years old and I live outside of Atlanta, for now. I am engaged to a wonderful woman named Ashley who makes me laugh every single day. I graduated with my Bachelor's in Writing and Publication from a university here in my state just this past May, and I'm still looking for the right writing job. I'm currently trying to get as much editing and writing experience as possible, as that is where my passion lives. I work in an office in Atlanta for now, and while it's not in my field exactly, it gives me the opportunity to have the time needed to write and live. I studied abroad two years ago in London, a trip that changed my life and made me fall madly in love with the city. Since then, I've spent as much time as I can trying to travel, write, and live authentically the best way possible. I have a vast love affair for craft beers and cheese, in fact, I almost called my blog for the love of cheese, but decided against it since I'm not a food blog. I come from a loud and large family, mostly filled with headstrong women. I'm a dreamer with a penchant for grand plans and I'm hoping that I'm finally turning the corner on a lot of these. I'm very outspoken, and I'm not afraid to express my opinion when asked. I'm as human as the next person, and sometimes I fuck up, it hasn't always been an easy road, but it's a road worth traveling for sure.

Currently, I am on the precipice of a new journey soon. Ashley is waiting to hear back about graduate school and it's a change that will either take us out of state and to a brand new place to call home or further encourage us to lay our roots here in Atlanta. For me, this means a new opportunity to really get into what makes me happy: writing.

Growing up, I was the kid reading Harry Potter novels under the covers with a flashlight until the wee hours of the morning. I've been hooked ever since. Since childhood, I have spent as much free time as possible reading and writing anything and everything I can, from poetry to non-fiction to fictious blurbs about exaggerated lives. To this day, I have half-full journals and half-finished blogs strewn all over my bookshelf and my social media pages, and I'm hoping to make this something completely different.

For now, that's all I've got, but trust me, this is just the beginning.
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