Author: lifeoflola

Everyday there is a dialogue going on inside of us, it is THE most important conversation we will ever encounter in our lives, yet…. we are so unaware of its existence. It is the subconscious, an emotional language between our … Continue reading “Heart Brain Connection” →

Does the sun ask itself, “Am I good? Am I worthwhile? Is there enough of me?” No, it burns and it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “What does the moon think of me? How does Mars feel about me … Continue reading “Worth.” →

With a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it. It pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. I … Continue reading “Living free of attachment (to anyone or anything)” →

Courage. (Denoting the heart, as the seat of feelings): From Old French corage, from Latin cor ‘heart’.   May 2017 As I slip into my new life (or old life?), my Spanish life, my happy place, it is hard to … Continue reading “Why Solo Travel Is The Shit” →

“The vulnerability paradox:  It’s the first thing I look for in you, and the last thing I want you to see in me. “  ~ Brene Brown October 2017 After a weekend immersed in an array of new and exciting … Continue reading “The Vulnerability Paradox” →

You said I began this messy state of love affairs And I drink too much and talk too fast That this city’s cleared my innocence. I fall in love 30 fucking times a day. With my barista, with strangers, with … Continue reading “Rule #1 Don’t fall in love until you love yourself” →

Culture, System, Lifestyle and Religion. Tucked in the back streets of Arc de Triumf lies a new and astonishing gallery of Multidisciplinary Arts. Usina Haimney is a place where artists can express themselves with freedom; a space to highlight and … Continue reading “Universal Techno” →

My first assignment in my creative writing diploma is to write about something that scares me. No one in the music industry wants to talk about depression, eating disorders and crippling social anxiety. Let alone write about it and slap … Continue reading “Why I Love Rock Bottom” →

Dedicated to anyone facing loss and of course to my beautiful Benny Huntsman ~ sorry it took me so long (2.5 years to be exact) ~ there are no words in my crooked vocabulary to explain your existence… but in … Continue reading “Till Death do Us Part” →

The less I had; The happier I was. Reading back on my diary from 2 years ago. I marvel at how much my life has changed significantly in a few rotations around the sun. I gave up everything for one … Continue reading “Why I sold my life for a Margarita & a Plane Ticket” →