Call me The Lizard King

Howdy babies,

I think my spirit animal is a lizard. I know, weird, but hear me out. My tail is always falling off from unforeseen anarchy.. my alter ego Lola is not a casual evening kind of gal. I’m constantly shedding my skin seasoning myself to new changes. Now this post is not all about changes and me now being able to conquer them I’m not that empowered yet. We all know I’ve been a train wreck lately. 

This post is about something that I have written about before. Where we are going in this post is things that remind you of home or just a consistent thing/ tradition. During my summers I tend to fall off the radar or grid to all my friends. I am a Grandma’s girl. But, really I am a Granny’s girl and she’s mine. Granny is the nickname don’t ware it out. We both are a bit crazy and we constantly bicker about nonsense. At the end of the day during my summers we are together. 

Most people go on exotic vacations to get those bronze tans and drink tons of pina colada’s. Which hey I’m envious however, not so much. I get to go to Arizona to save my Granny from the heat. My spirit animal in me though adores the heat, I thrive. I know I’m disgusting. A fucking lizard how unmajestic. 

This summer, like every summer, I got to go to Arizona sit by the pool roast for a week. Then, I bring her home to my house to my moma. This summer was different. I moved out recently and with all that stress I didn’t get to see my granny almost everyday like I used to when I lived at home. Summer just flew by, I got a new job, a new apartment, and more excitingly a new spirit animal. 

I learned a lot about myself so far this summer.  I think the thought of me growing up to be twenty-two has been insanely overwhelming. As summer winds down as tradition I get to go to Big Bear. This hotel is literally on the lake which is dope as hell. On the contrary though this hotel I have been coming to since I was at least seven or eight years old and quite honestly, it’s never changed. Same furniture/ same stench/ same people. I think that’s why I love it so much. Over the years my Granny and I have come here time and time again. We have made friends and literal pen pals. I fell in love with a little boy one year when I was like 10 (when am I not in love with a random). I can’t remember his name but honestly, it was blissful. We only spend one week here and each time it’s the same. Sometimes the same people but as I got older the people who worked at the hotel slowly got older and retired. 

My Granny has a schedule always. We get here check in and every time without a doubt there is scheduled things to do here since this hotel is an old people hot spot (The first nights schedule is wine and cheese where you mingle with all the people staying for the week.) You get a schedule when you check in and there is all of these activities where you and can play bingo/ ice cream socials/ boat cruises/ farmers markets. It’s honestly adorable. It’s almost like. Summer camp type feel. 

This summer though I didn’t get to do the whole week. I got to do a whole week in Sedona and it was literally such a blast. Just Me, Granny, and my Moma. What more could a gal want? Pool/ booze/ and hot ass Sedona sun perfect equation for some R&R. 

My whole sun up of this story is no matter where you are be present. Being in the moment is such a feeling. There’s nothing like being around someone you love so much even if it’s just sitting around eating your body weight and watching movies with your favorite girl. I cannot emphasize this feeling enough. I sit on the patio almost all day soaking up the breeze or my sweat from how hot it gets up here playing card games and feeling the breeze. Life can be so simple, but in all cliches the simple things in life are the most necessary feeling. 

Grounding. Remembering where you came from is what makes the heart beat. 

Bisous

XXX, Shells