An exercise in patience. Sonata number 7.

Oct 14

Girl, what does it sound like when nobody is blowing you up? Can you handle that kind of quiet?

Fighting this war with words, and another one bites the D U S T

But damn, it’s so captivating how everyone loves to watch a bird in a birdcage. How’s the show? Were my lips painted perfectly? Did I balance the facade you wanted with just enough edginess, that you left feeling like there’s something special? Did I challenge you?

Are you thinking? Or are you still just using?

If I work hard enough and make you feel, open your eyes, does that count for something?

Edginess desperately seeks soft, quiet. Take this ball of nervous energy. Use it. Use me. Calm me. Tell me its ok to be quiet. Tell me you see.

Or don’t. I’ll still kill it in the morning and leave all your heads spinning.

 

-Hummingbird heart, out.

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So fresh and so clean, clean

Feb 22

Lists are both the easy way out, and the honest way in. So let’s recap the last 12 months, shall we?

  • Celebrated my twins’ 4-year birthday (they’re still alive and thriving in tenacious form)
  • Completed year-1 of Global Marketing Manager domination
  • Traveled around the globe
  • Mourned the loss of a cousin, to suicide
  • And an aunt, to violent homicide
  • Hired people
  • Mentored people
  • Loved people
  • Bent, broke and snapped in all ways possible (but using a metaphor, they do say that when new bones grow, they’re often stronger than the old ones. Verdict is still out)
  • Perfected the gin and tonic
  • Got really uncomfortable with new people by choice, laying foundation for creative magic
  • Practiced the art of delegation (still learning)
  • Earned a majestic rheumatoid diagnosis that is typically reserved for people of turkish or asian decent (breaking molds is basically my craft)
  • Sculpted some crazy abs, while eating tortilla chips and cheese daily (own it)
  • Turned off the little icon on my iPhone email app that shows me how many unread emails I have – life changing, I tell you
  • Moved my home office into the basement, which was the best idea ever once I solved some obsessive lighting issues
  • Got over the idea of perfection, only mildly

It’s uncanny, when you turn the music on after it’s been off for so long. Bombs away.

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-K

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Thoughts echo loudly when confined to a skull

Dec 27

The noise is so loud. Everything and nothing is so terribly loud right now. But this sentiment like most others this year, is one giant excuse. No matter which way you cut it – whether embracing the noise, contributing to it or making better silence, change is paramount to progress.

Let’s get real. Let’s get raw. Words have always been my bullets and I’m locked and loaded. Let’s paint. We may never recover from this intoxicating trip, but wouldn’t that be the most beautiful and desirable of all possible outcomes?

The time has come the walrus said, to take some goddamn risk.

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And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.

Dec 02

I want to be the poet that lives inside your pocket, witty and ready to spring into action but in the most natural of ways. The comfort of the next rung on your ladder, which you reach for instinctively and almost blindly – yet with the most natural and instant sense of quiet gratitude once I’ve helped you lift yourself wherever you want to be.

Au natural on a tired Tuesday night.

Au natural on a tired Tuesday night.

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