Meet Me Monday: Bailey

Friends. Bailey is so great. Really, truly. She writes a great blog where she writes about some of the most beautiful parts of life. Seriously, if you like my blog, you’ll LOVE Bailey’s She also upkeeps a really great Instagram account where I learn some great, absolutely reasonable low-waste living ideas.
Please, whatever you do, just get more Bailey in your life. This is what this whole Meet Me Monday series is about. Enjoy!!


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How do you want to introduce yourself to these readers?

I’m Bailey, and I’m a writer. A journalism school grad, a freelance journalist, a hobbyist blogger, a chronic list-maker, queen of the email, a daily bullet-journaler, a type this line in my notes app before I forget it poet, a can’t read a book without a pen and wide margins note-maker. I’m a writer. Every part of what I love to do leads back to writing. Introduce me to people as a writer and my heart will swell.

I’m a contradiction. I’m a zero-waster who eats Cheetos. A morning person who can’t wake up on time. A lover of the outdoors who hardly goes outside. An introverted people-lover.

I am so inspired by stories, by people, by nature, by words. By women. And I am honored to have been asked by Libby to introduce myself alongside some amazing women.

What gets you out of the bed in the morning?

Sometimes nothing! Sometimes my depression kicks my ass and keeps me there. But most days, I am able to get out of bed for people. I am able to get out of bed because I know I’ll get to tell at least one story during my day. I am able to get out of bed because I know when I get home from working my 8 hours at a Nashville nonprofit, I’ll get to lay on the couch with my legs in my person’s lap and watch Queer Eye. Love you, Jonathan van Ness.

Having a dog who needs to go out to pee in the mornings helps too.

What word/phrase resonates the most in your life?

This one was really hard. And I loved it.

My word is grow.

In college, I really got to know my depression and anxiety. They wanted to hang out with me all the time—it was so annoying. After having a couple of counseling experiences, I found someone who really encouraged me to go deep on everything. And my year of seeing her was marked by so much growth. She and I both declared that year my year of growth because so much came up. I met feelings I’d never noticed before. I figured out how to name them, why they were coming up and what I could do with them. One of those things I did was keep a daily tracker where I took a few minutes before bed and doodled something around a thing that had happened during my day so that, even if I’d had a “bad” day, I was able to push myself to reach for something better. I called it my little book of positivity, and at the end of my time with my counselor, I gave her the book. It had served me, and I wanted her to be able to use it with others and even look to it herself when needed! She opened it up to a page she loved and displayed it on her shelf along with a knickknack that said “GROW.” That’s still my word.

I think another word of mine, specifically for this year is deep. I declared 2018 my year of being intentional, and that has looked so far like really, really going deep (which I also did during my grow year!). My writing, my relationships with friends and family, my professional life—I am going hard and deep with all of it in a way that really feels right.

What does your ideal day look like?

My ideal day would be simple. I want to sleep in, wake up to a tidy space filled with light, have a yummy breakfast (something real southern—chicken and biscuits with grits and gravy) and then sit on the couch with my person and read a book (one that I want to read, not one I feel like I should)  with the windows open. I’d go hang out in a coffee shop, drink an iced Cuban, write something down in a notebook, and work on some storytelling. Maybe after, go to a secondhand store and then definitely eat chicken nuggets.


Doesn’t Bailey sound fun? I mean, let’s hang out. Seriously! Jonathan’s my favorite, too. He’s so gosh darn sweet! I mean, can you even? 😉

If you have any questions for Bailey, leave them in the comments and I’ll pass them along to her!

Thanks for stopping by for another Monday!

XOXO, Lib

Page 46: What Are You Passionate About?

I recently heard someone ask the question, “What is your passion?” Which is something that I’ve struggled with my whole life. It’s a really huge question—so big that when I hear it I tend to immediately switch off. This does not apply to me. I’ve looked and looked and I don’t have one of those.

What Are You Passionate About

I’ve always sort of assumed that I must not have any passion because I was not born with this innate and obvious drive to do one thing. I thought that those people were just lucky and I wasn’t so much and maybe some people just don’t have any passion?

But he followed the question up with a second question, “When you look out into the world—what makes you angry?” That’s an easier question to answer—for me anyway.

I thought about it for a little while and realized I have an answer for that question. And maybe that’s what my passion is. Maybe that’s how we discover our passion. Maybe our passion isn’t something easy to pinpoint—maybe it’s a little bit subtle and flies under the radar. Maybe it’s taking stock of the things that stir and leave an impression.

I mean, normal things make me angry—paying $11 for a watered down drink, realizing you’re out of milk when it’s 10 pm and you just poured yourself a bowl of Count Chocula. But those are the kinds of things that you forget about quickly enough.

What moves my heart and what leaves more of a mark on me is when I see people who assume that nice lives can’t be theirs. When people believe that because we live in a normal house in a normal town with a normal budget, we aren’t afforded nice things. But we can take pride in ourselves—our work and our bodies and our minds and our hearts and our homes. We can do that! We don’t have to live somewhere exciting to have opportunity.

I was an English major in college and as an English major I was forced to be on the school newspaper staff. Sorry everyone who worked with me but it was definitely not my passion to go into journalism! I did not like it. I did not like all of the recognition of athletes or political figureheads of the school. These weren’t the kind of people that I opened the paper to learn about. But I had to be on this team if I wanted to graduate. At pitch meetings, people would have these ideas and specific beats to which they were assigned and I didn’t want to do any of them. I mean, I didn’t know what my passion was but I had a pretty good grasp on what my passions were not! Finally they asked me what I wanted to write about. I said, “You know, honestly, I’d rather focus on the people that we never really learn about. The people who keep to themselves but have interesting things to say.” And miraculously, the editor told me that I could write a feature, every two weeks, about an ordinary student. And suddenly, I was really super pumped to write for the newspaper! I chose my first subject by going into the cafeteria and talking to the first person that I saw sitting by himself. And it was a lot of fun. People would inevitably say, “I don’t know how you’re going to make me sound very interesting.” But I always did. I was really excited about that skill that I had. I liked my ability to see something exciting in someone who saw themselves as just so crushingly ordinary.

We can be ordinary people with ordinary lives that we value and adore and appreciate. We can find adventure in our neighborhood and we can find gourmet in our own cupboards. Ordinary things can sparkle and ordinary people can shine if we just make a little shift into the sunbeam. I think that’s how we move from having a passive life to taking an active role in our future. Maybe I can work to help people to see some of these things. Because what’s the point in having a passion if you’re never going to do anything with it?

What Is Your Passion?

I think maybe everyone does have a passion but maybe it could be disguising as something a little more subtle.

I wonder about you–do you know what you’re passionate about? How did you come to recognize it?

xoxo,
lib