"Sometimes you gotta race" Saturdays.

Jonathan and I are big Dave Chappelle fans… thus the title of this post.I have decided to dedicate Saturdays to sharing a few ideas on living life to the fullest in those:

spur-the-moment-fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants-don’t-look-back-take-a-few-risks-without-worrying-about-what-others-think… kinda times.

Yesterday I got this awesome swimsuit from Modcloth. I just love wearing new things right when I get them (even if it makes no sense practically). I decided I wanted to wear it on our road trip traveling home to see my family.I mean why not right?I chose to wear it as a top. I threw a gray flowy skirt on over it and off we went. Half way through our trip, Jonathan makes a U-turn. I had no idea what he was thinking until we pulled into this old gas station.

Jonathan: “You are going to love me for this.”

Me: “Do you think we can take photos here?”

Jonathan: “You do your makeup and I’ll ask. I mean who cares.”

We had no idea if it was okay. I literally jumped out and we did a photoshoot in about 5 mins. There were people driving by and lots of stares (I am sure people thought we were crazy), but it was worth the experience.I am so happy he made me take the time to stop and do something I could have just passed on. It was a lot of fun and for a moment, I felt like I was back in time… to the era that I wished I had been born in.I hope to do more things like this on all the Saturdays in my future. Or on a Tuesday… whatever. With the universe screaming at me to live each day to the fullest, I am blessed to have been able to listen today. And eventhough most of our day was spent driving, listening to cheesy pop/80s rock… this 5 mins was the highlight of my day.

I dare you to do something random…Something scary…something liberating. Then come share it with me…please?:)

Kimmie by day… Kimberly by night.

I love my friends. My real ones. The ones I can be my complete self around and they support me, make me laugh, make fun of me. I love that status, money, or my ability to do something for them does not dictate their love for me. I love that we are all broken, ambitious, loving and imperfect. I love that my husband is one of those friends.

Last weekend my friend Wes Harlee had his CD release party and everyone came out for it. While I was waiting for Jonathan to meet me before the show, I met up with Chris and in true Kim and Chris fashion, we got bored and decided to take photos of each other in the street.

When I’m not working on client projects, a lot of my days go like this. Kimmie gets bored. Kimmie takes photos in random places.

My nights are much different. My nights (when the kids are at their dad’s house) are sometimes a little crazy. And by crazy, I mean the weekends are sometimes filled with catching local musician friends shows and hanging with friends where I spend most of my time telling random stories or talking too much due to lack of sleep. Do I make a habit of it, not usually but on occasion I think it’s great to get out and let your hair down.

Here is an example of my day/night last Friday:)
(Most of the night photos taken by Amber Rose McConnell who oddly didn’t make it IN to any of the photos;)

 

Kimmie by day… Kimberly by night.

I love my friends. My real ones. The ones I can be my complete self around and they support me, make me laugh, make fun of me. I love that status, money, or my ability to do something for them does not dictate their love for me. I love that we are all broken, ambitious, loving and imperfect. I love that my husband is one of those friends.

Last weekend my friend Wes Harlee had his CD release party and everyone came out for it. While I was waiting for Jonathan to meet me before the show, I met up with Chris and in true Kim and Chris fashion, we got bored and decided to take photos of each other in the street.

When I’m not working on client projects, a lot of my days go like this. Kimmie gets bored. Kimmie takes photos in random places.

My nights are much different. My nights (when the kids are at their dad’s house) are sometimes a little crazy. And by crazy, I mean the weekends are sometimes filled with catching local musician friends shows and hanging with friends where I spend most of my time telling random stories or talking too much due to lack of sleep. Do I make a habit of it, not usually but on occasion I think it’s great to get out and let your hair down.

Here is an example of my day/night last Friday:)
(Most of the night photos taken by Amber Rose McConnell who oddly didn’t make it IN to any of the photos;)