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F*** It Friday – Moving Away, Solo

It’s back to school time!  I remember being in school & thinking it was never going to end. I’m a big learning person but not necessarily a big school, take tests & make grades person.

This week’s F*** It Friday post is for anyone thinking of attempting their FIRST major F*** It moment.

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My first major, and possibly first ever F*** It moment was choosing to leave Minnesota for college.  Which might sound blah to some people but it was far from blah for me.  Making the decision was treacherous.

I loved my house growing up.  Like looooooovvved.  I loved being home with my family, in my bed, my living room, my mom’s food, my clothes & my routine.  I NEVER had a sleepover before college. (Never. Had. A. Sleepover.)  I rarely went over to a friend’s house that wasn’t in my neighborhood.  I wasn’t super social or outgoing.  Ultimate home body.  And still am.  I love being home, nights in, alone time.  Dream life guys.

But.  In high school, I knew I had to get out.  Far out.  I went and looked at colleges in Minnesota & nothing settled right.  Same vibe as high school & I didn’t fit in high school.  Frankly, I knew I wouldn’t have the balls to be outgoing around anyone I went to high school with.  I was too shy in high school and wanted a clean slate to crack my shell open.  Being on my own is the only way I thought that could happen.

Before you knew it, I convinced myself and barely my parents into it.   In the job hunt I was scolded for explaining why I chose Texas:  I looked at the United States map, the three largest, warmest states – California, Texas and Florida.  I narrowed it down to Texas because I was afraid of earthquakes in California & Hurricanes in Florida.  Then, chose 3 schools in the largest three cities in Texas.  How did I choose the schools?  I found a list of colleges in each city, ran my mouse across the top of all the options, and stopped on one.  Applied, visited, landed on St. Edward’s & the rest is history.

A lot of my life choices are this random.  Extreme F*** It situations.  Random looking yet totally sense making to me.

This particular moment is how I started feeling like the Katie I always felt I could be.  Although it was extremely difficult to get through, I am constantly thanking my 18 year old self for sticking to my guns w/that choice.  This is also where I learned you don’t have to tell everyone everything you’re doing & the reasons behind it.  I didn’t tell anyone I went to high school with that I was leaving or my freakishly random way of choosing the particular school & state I was going to.  I just did it.  I told my parents, because I had to.  And that was it.

People that doubted me creeped in here and there.  I knew they expected me to come back to Minnesota. I knew a majority of people thought I was literally fucking insane for randomly picking a state and college.  But that kind of motivated me?  I KNEW I believed in myself, more than anyone else.

Actions speak louder than words.  I was going to make it, I knew I needed to go, and I didn’t need to hear anything else.

In the spirit of back to school, and the likely hood there are people that have made this decision or are going to – I absolutely encourage it as long as you’re doing it for yourself.  The hardest part for me was everything before actually being dropped off and abandoned (jk) at my college dorm.  After that, it was an upward climb that resulted in the first badass, independent decision of my life.

NOW NOW NOW let me also express with a loud shout.  This doesn’t mean you have to go to college for this type of change. Absolutely not.  You can move away, grow, learn, make a change by applying  for jobs in another state.  Making the move in your career or jobs.  You’ll have more money than college students if you do it that way anyway 😉

^^My brother did it that way and round of applause to him.  Worked like a charm.

So fellow college kids, parents of college kids, and people looking for that location change – F*** It and go for it! If that’s what you want, don’t look back.   It was my first major F*** It moment (of many) and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.  Worth every stressful moment.

Happy Weekend!

Xx

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F*** It Friday – I’m NOT Down With Turmeric Milk

I love trying pretty much everything I read about.  I obsess over other bloggers & their ideas + creativity.  New food, new makeup, new skin product, new style, new idea, new adventure – I’ll try it.

Wafiq laughs at me. After my garlic discoveries I went wild on the internet, fell in love with a ton of bloggers, and experimented like crazy.

Sorry to burst anyone’s bubble but majority of the these new ideas I try for a month… & stop.  They don’t have the same amazing results I read about.  I barely admit that to myself & never admit it to Wafiq or my friends. EVERYTHING I DO WORKS!  Yeah right, this was my first realization I was in lala land.

 No-Turmeric-Milk

One time I tried: Turmeric Milk.  Remember that trend rotating through blogs?

The health benefits of turmeric, having a night time “treat” that was healthy, the beautiful pictures, and the unique recipe had me going.

I bought all the ingredients & was ready to see results.

Wafiq watched me that evening as I was opening the coconut milk and measuring out turmeric.  If you don’t know, turmeric is an ingredient they often use in Indian Food dishes, specifically Curry.  It’s what gives curry the orange/yellow color.

Both Wafiq and I are major curry lovers.  Another reason I expected this recipe to be a major win.

After measuring all the ingredients, pouring the end product into a large coffee cup, it was the first time Wafiq told me he didn’t think this was such a great idea.

I took my first sip.

It wasn’t good.

But I didn’t care because drinking garlic juice wasn’t good either but it nearly saved my life.

So I chugged the whole glass of turmeric milk. (throw up in my mouth, throw up in my mouth, throw up in my mouth)

Wafiq was watching & kind of laughed.

I kind of laughed.

And that was it.  I went to sit down and continue watching TV.  About 3 minutes later I felt S I C K ! Very very very nauseous.  I didn’t want to tell Wafiq. I never tell anyone when one of these ideas fails me.  And this one was failing me hard!

He could see me starting to sweat a little.  Literally.

We couldn’t conversate as I felt like any moment I was going to vomit, yet he kept pushing conversations? He knew.  I finally had to tell him I didn’t feel well.   His smirk was money.

I had to slowly move myself to the bed.  This was baaaaaaaaad.  I have a pretty strong stomach but I really felt my insides were about to projectile bright turmeric yellow all over the bedroom.  The entire night I had to concentrate hard on not vomiting.  Props to Wafiq because he didn’t rub it in my face, I think he felt bad.  Until the next morning when I was alive again, then he had a good laugh at me.  I had to laugh too.  Not everything is going to work for me or be as good as I read it to be, and I definitely needed a reality check – this was it.

I still can’t think about curry.  I still can’t think about coconut milk.  Or turmeric.

When I read about turmeric now I want to cry.  I can never have it again!!

F*** It. This wasn’t a win for me.  Just wasn’t.  Some ideas aren’t meant for everyone.  And that’s ok to admit.

No-Turmeric-Milk

Have you ever been there? Wanted to like something so badly but you just don’t?  OMG another one for me – Oysters.  WAH! I’ll try them again soon & hopefully have an enjoyable experience.

You know what I mean?  I feel like we all have that one thing that got us, one way or another.

F*** It.  I’ll be over here sipping wine as my evening “treat” going forward.

Have a fantastic weekend everyone, stay away from turmeric milk (kidding), and be thoughtful!

Xx

 

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F*** It Friday – I Have A Hole In My Pants

This story is what made me decide to start a F*** It Friday series.

F----It-Friday_-Hole-in-pants

I was (/still am) starting to find my way in the blogging world by learning what brand + image I want to use & how to grow it more into a business. Right away I jumped to thinking I have to “look” the part.  Meaning – expensive clothes, hair & make up at all times.  Photo ready.  Obviously I was being dramatic, and super irrational. I’m actually embarrassed.

I had workout pants that were a pretty decent brand, expensive, and I felt cool wearing them.  Total athleisure happening.

I wore them every time I went to workout in case there was an insta moment or someone wanted to ask about my blog (?!?!).  I was feeling cool.

One day I came home & was changing out of them.  I noticed a VERY small hole right in the ass part.  Utter disappointment  <– That lasted 5 seconds.  I then determined I could totally get away w/continuing to wear them.  No one is going to look at the hole & if they do, I don’t really even care.  They see a little ass cheek? Big deal. F*** It.

This went on for squats, lunges, bear crawls, downward dogs, and a week or two of workouts.

I have to admit, every squat I thought there was potential for my pants to rip completely open.  Even then, I thought it wasn’t that big of a deal.

Finally, while performing walking side squats, Wafiq had to say: “BAE! You have a hole in your pants!”

Confidently I responded “Yep! I know! I decided… I think it’s ok.”

We both laughed it off & for whatever reason I felt confident in that moment, blew my whole “look cool” phase right out the window and that felt fantastic.  I have a hole in my workout pants! I didn’t want to spend $200 on another pair at that point, and I wasn’t going to feel bad about it.

F*** It!

I have since bought new workout pants.  I decided having a hole in the ass of my pants was no longer the best decision & it was time to move on from that moment. BUT for the week or 2 that I needed those pants to make it through my workouts, I wasn’t going to feel bad about it.

Who knows, it could happen again someday.

 

Confidence is key!

Happy Friday everyone, I just bought a soccer ball & I’m having an interesting time realizing how out of shape I am 🙂

Xx

 

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F*** It Friday – Blue Nails in A Professional Setting

2nd week of F*** Friday!

I love writing these, if anything it’s a great empowering moment for me to not shy away from what I feel and do! (AKA eating french fries from McDonald’s)

This week: BLUE NAILS!

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Getting out of college and into the work force the immediate turn to take is a new wardrobe, corporate prepared. Get rid of all your old clothes and dress business ready. <– Ew just saying that almost made me throw up on myself.

I was told I had to get rid of my hot pink nail polish 🙁 🙁

For the record, I’ve always pushed the boundaries as far as molding has gone. Can’t say it’s gone well or been appropriate, but there you have it.

SO, blue nail polish has my heart this summer. Like I said in my favorites post, it’s such a change from regular white, nude, red or pink. It’s BLUE. And I don’t think it looks too childish – like a child painted my nails w/their Crayola? No.

I tried wearing the blue a few times & received several compliments…

And I thought so too, I like these nails!

I was afraid to wear them in a professional setting – more for the weekend at the dog park. Not for a meeting w/business suits.

BUT F*** IT.

I think they’re a new classy! A new professional. A new adult. And pretty. AND ME.

So I have been rocking blue nails (and a little nerves) to several professional settings the last month or two and haven’t looked back. I’m digging it and surprisingly going against the grain hasn’t gotten me any negative looks or feedback.

In this case, having the confidence to say F*** It and try something new worked for me. I’m happily into my blue nails & believe others are accepting of them too.

PS. I noticed the bachelorette a couple weeks ago had blue nails too, so I’m not the only one! And she looked classy, crisp, clean, and adult.

Love it!

I think for any fashion piece, nail color, hair style, or makeup look it’s just about the confidence you bring w/it. That’s all that matters – confidence.

Let me know if you have a confidence building F*** It story or any F*** It story that you’d like to share: missbassmasterblog@gmail.com

Alrighty, Happy Friday everyone!!

I’m off to have a doggie birthday party for Bernice Saturday evening… Is that weird? I know it is, but F*** It <– Closest thing I have to a human child at this point.

Any reason to get out and be happy, I’ll take it!

Talk later –

Xx

+ My all-time favorite blue: Sinful Colors Endless Blue

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F*** It Friday – I’m in Love with French Fries

F*** It.  I love French Fries.

 shamless love of French-Fries

Here’s the thing.  I have an evil relationship with french fries.

And for my first F*** It Friday post, I’m dedicating it to the potato.

For my ENTIRE life I’ve been a potato fan.  Maybe it’s the Midwest in me?  Norwegian heritage?!  I don’t know, but something has me hooked… since birth.

Potatoes in any form: Baked & fully loaded.  Potato Chips.  French Fries. Mashed. Red, yellow, white potatoes.  I love them all & absolutely do not discriminate.

As I’ve gotten older I started realizing I can’t eat potatoes like they’re an afternoon snack food.

So. I started hating potatoes.  You evil assholes making me fat! How dare you?! I loved you so much.

Specifically, french fries.  They’re the most accessible in the potato department because they come with almost every single meal.. a n n o y i n g.

I stopped ordering them at restaurants.  Good Kathryn, gooooooooooood.

And every. single. time.  I snatch one (or 10) off of Wafiq’s plate.  I can’t resist.

All the healthies order their cute salads & delicious fresh water.. And I want to be on that train so badly!   And I love salad, I love water, I love gluten free, all organic, natural, meatless meals… But I can’t say no!  French fries! French fries! French fries! They’re fried, probably manufactured potatoes and I can’t stay the F away from them.

So, F*** It.

Now, I order my own side of small fries from time to time w/no shame!

My name is Katie and I love French fries.

I love them so so so much and I don’t picture myself cutting them completely out of my diet anytime in the future.

One time, admittedly after 1 or 4 cocktails, my friends and I went to Wendy’s.  (<— Yeah, real smart 2am decision) and I ordered the french fries.  This was right after Wendy’s rolled out with their “new” sea salt style fries.

I ate a few casually and realized there was extra happiness happening in my mouth. Like fireworks of the largest magnitude.  Heaven, clouds & bright sunny days.

I picked up a fry.  Stared at it long and hard in complete awe.  How can something be so magical?

I told all my friends – look at the fry:  How?  How can it taste like sunsets & sunrises?

Thank the heavens I have friends that appreciate a good french fry like I do becauuuse… yes! they say —> YES! THESE FRYS ARE THE BEST FRYS IN THE WORLD! How??

{By the way, if you’ve ever tried Wendy’s sea salt fries, you’ll understand I wasn’t taking acid, they were actual magic.}

So there you have it!  I’ll eat my salads, organic carrots & homemade hummus, kombucha juice & organic, free range eggs.

BUT I’ll take a side of small fries.

F*** It.

Love you guys! Happy Friday!

 

Xx

++If anyone has a F*** It Friday post send it my way: missbassmasterblog@gmail.com – Let’s worry less together!

 

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F*** It Friday – Intro

I’ve been dieeeeeeeeeeeeeee ing to start a Friday series post called F*** It Friday.

 Friday Carefree be you post series

Sometimes in the blogging world I feel a little overwhelmed with the pressure of perfection.  Any readers get that way?

Eat plants, make your own deodorant, buy a Chanel purse & 10 different off the shoulder tops, drink turmeric, be skinny, but have curves, wear $280 yoga pants, DO yoga, and travel to Paris this weekend, swim with fucking dolphins, don’t go to sea world, donate money, walk around, read 4 educational books this week, fuck Starbucks…

Yes, that’s me too.  In a way, that’s a bloggers job.  But I wanted to incorporate posts to show that real life is not all flowers and yoga pants.

My necklace says in Arabic “No regret, no surrender”.  It’s probably the most important thing I own.

In a way it means – Fuck It.

Who cares? What do you have to lose? Just do it.

Wafiq and I would always say ‘No Regret No Surrender’ before any of our challenges in Dubai.

Anything we were nervous about we told each other: No Regret No Surrender. Go full in, balls out, & be confident. Because why not? Yella. 

And having that mentality got us through what would normally be uncomfortable situations: Networking, interviews, conversations, jobs, new friends, making decisions…

(Uggghhhhhhhhhh the stories)

I thought having a weekly F*** It Friday post would be humbling.  Away from perfect.  Because no one is perfect.  And actually, that’s my favorite part about being human.

I’m absorbing as much as I can, as fast as I can… And I’m sharing it with you.   Through this blog.  But it’s absolutely not because I know everything or have everything, or have been everywhere.

I’m only sharing what I absorb through situations I’m in, and want to share them to bring people with me & have conversation.  To encourage, motivate, think, build confidence, support, live through me – whatever you can take away.

 Friday Careful be you post series

I’m hoping F*** Friday posts can eventually be something other people contribute too. Non bloggers. Bloggers.  Anyone!  That’s had a F*** It story and is willing to get it out there.

I’ll start next Friday.  And we’ll go from there.

I have a lot of ideas already stacked inside my brain –> not being perfect is right up my alley.  (Hole in my workout pants while doing squats at the park, downing Wafiq’s french fries every. single. time, refusing heights, wearing blue nails to work…)

Be brainstorming a F*** It Friday post & if you’re real ambitious send it my way!

Cuz life is WAY too short to care so much, let’s worry less together.

Xx

 

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