the 10 best apps in the world… as told by me…

I don’t know about you, but I’ve got a ton of stuff going on pretty much all the time. And I do mean all the time. I work two different jobs, attempt to do things with this blog, and hang out with my friends, among other busy-bee things. Some days, it’s hard to keep my shit together.

I don’t consider myself to be a totally scatterbrained person, but I’ll admit to being borderline scatterbrained. There’s a fine line and I walk it often. How do I stay sane? By organizing my life with the beauty that is technology.

I’m not a techy girl, Reader, but boy, do I live and die by my apps. You’ll have to pry my iPhone 5 (still too cheap to get a new one, though I desperately need it) and MacBook from my cold, dead hands before I’ll give up these organizational godsends. And the best part about all of them? They sync across all my devices – including that iPad mini I have and rarely use.

Looking to get your shit organized or attempting to simplify your life? Check these out.

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being married to me… a story about learning to love myself…

If you’re not new to A Little Bit Brave, you know that I’m all about me. I don’t say that to sound selfish, but instead to make a point – I am all about doing what is best for me, not making my decisions to please someone else.

Thanks to my time in Korea, I’ve learned a lot about what it means to be and feel confident. I’ve learned to appreciate and embrace my independence. Two years ago, I decided I wanted to make a statement, so I got a tattoo to represent that I was married to me:

This was something that made me feel powerful – like I could do anything and be the woman I had always dreamed of. It doesn’t mean that I absolutely never want to get married; it just means that I know I have to love myself first.

Self Love is Real

Last fall, after showing off my tat to a new friend and talking about living a single life abroad, she emailed me a video a few days later that encapsulated a lot of what I have been trying to say all along.

So much of what Ms. McMillan states is what I’ve felt for a while now. I couldn’t relate to everything, but there was one thing that stuck out more than any other: I have to love myself first.

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What Are You Doing with Your “Korean” Life?

I wrote this post with the intention of having it published by the Daegu city blog, but after careful consideration, I decided to publish it on my own. 

If you don’t live in Korea, that’s okay. Instead of reading it like you’re in Korea, insert your own life circumstance. It could be your physical geographical location, your job, or whatever you want it to be. But no matter “where” you “are” in your life right now, take a good look at your surroundings and consider what you’re doing with your opportunities. If you’re not happy, where can you make a change?

As we exit the first month of our new year, to me, it always seems as though people (myself included) lose sight of the goals and aspirations we had when we broke into our new calendars. This year, reignite that flame you had. Chase after those dreams you dreamt. Pursue the things that matter most to you.

Make this your year, Reader.

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If you’re like me, you love living in Korea. The day I arrived in Seoul, I was scared out of my wits, but I knew I had made the right decision – literally the best decision I’ve ever made in my life.

I decided to come to Korea to teach because I was tired of being in dead-end jobs that I loathed. I have an undergraduate degree in psychology and like so many others of our generation, I realized too late that I didn’t want to work and retire in my chosen industry. So, what did I do instead?

I worked in sales. And I was really good at it. But I effing hated it.

There is nothing in life quite like doing a job you hate. I was always stressed, always sick to my stomach, and I watched as the companies I worked for turned me into someone I wasn’t. I was tired of standing on the sidelines of my life and whispering to myself that there had to be “more out there.” I decided to do something about it.

I came to Korea to teach for a year. And lo and behold, a year has turned into nearly 3.

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my heart is home, but heavy…

I’ve been (not so mysteriously) absent. If you follow A Little Bit Brave, you know that I have a tendency to do this. I get busy and am gone for a while. Then I come back and promise to do better. And don’t. It’s a cycle.

This time, I’m not promising any specific comebacks. You see, something happened.

It almost pains me to write this to you, Reader, because it makes it that much more real. But though I’ve tried to avoid it, I can’t. My grandmother passed away over the weekend.

It wasn’t sudden in the sense that it was a surprise, but her decline seemed sudden. I just saw her and sat around her kitchen table with my (somewhat) estranged cousins this summer for the first time in well over 13 years.

That afternoon was so special… I felt like I had repaired some of the broken and strained places in my family tree. My father passed away nearly 20 years ago and since his passing, things haven’t been “normal.” Sides seemed to be chosen and the side that was chosen for me seemed to be out of my control. I wasn’t even aware that it was happening. And for a long time, I couldn’t go back to where he was, where my family was. My heart couldn’t handle it.

But you know what? My grandparents never stopped loving me (or my sister, for that matter). My grandmother never shamed me for not coming home to see them. Never made me feel like I was turning my back on my family, though arguably, that’s exactly what I was doing in some ways.

No. She was generous. Kind. Full of love and acceptance. Never judged. Was always supportive. She was everything I ever hope to be.

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it’s a lazy, rainy Sunday…

I didn’t go to bed terribly late last night, but I was tired, nonetheless. After my big day of gaming, I needed some decent rest. I intentionally didn’t set an alarm and as such, woke up at a ripe 11:28 this morning. YIKES.

I’ve been quite lazy and the rain hasn’t helped. Last weekend, I started a new tradition to make pancakes every Sunday. Every single one. But this morning, I didn’t have enough real flour for them; and I didn’t have enough eggs for coconut flour pancakes. I’m still trying out recipes to get the exact right one, but when you don’t have the ingredients, you’re still SOL.

So, either I’ll get around to it tonight or just skip it until next weekend. I did, however, manage to get my arse out of my house and hop to Starbucks. Now it’s just a matter of getting to work.

I don’t have anything interesting or planned to tell you tonight, so I’ll leave it at this. Lazy, rainy Sunday. No pancakes. Out at Starbucks.

I hope you have whatever kind of Sunday you’re hoping to have, Reader.

Cheers.

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