A Musing

I was never an A+ student. I was always one of those kids that people thought was a “straight A” student because…I don’t know. I had both my parents? I wasn’t ever really acting out and I was shy? I don’t know, but it still makes me laugh.

I was a B and C student, average, at best. I never really “succeeded” in school, but from a young age, I remember just not caring. The only reason I found myself wanting to be “better” was because I didn’t want to disappoint someone else.

I was more creatively inclined. I was in band and loved music. I was great at English and Creative Writing, but I sucked at math. There came a time though, when I was in high school that I started to realize…how pointless and dumb some aspects of school were. I liked learning things, but I thought life was a better teacher. Experiences were a better teacher. And I should want to be better for myself, not for everyone else. I needed to break apart from the huge, people-pleasing streak I have in me and start doing things…just for myself.

It’s taken a while to get to this point in my life. Did I get a college degree? No. But am I happy? Yes. I can truly say that I have a job that I love. I am self-employed and own my own petsitting business and not a day feels like work to me.

I guess I just wanted to write an inspirational post today because I thought someone else out there might need to hear it.

Don’t ever feel like you have to live up to a single letter on a page or report card. Don’t ever do something if your heart isn’t in it. And don’t try to better yourself just because you think that will make someone else happy–you have to want it too.

It hasn’t been but in the last 5-6 years that I have started making deliberate choices for myself and I’ve gotta say, it feels good.

Success is measured, often times, by people who believe the letters they are assigned on a piece of paper, the people who fall in line and do as they’re told.

Even though I got B’s and C’s and sevvvvvveral D’s and F’s, I knew that wasn’t me. I didn’t let it define me.

I know some might say that I didn’t have “work ethic”, but I do. I just genuinely hated algebra. 😂

If there’s any advice I can give, having been on this earth for 27 years, it’s don’t sweat the small stuff. College doesn’t define you either. Do what you think you were meant to do. The rest will fall into place. ✌🏻


| Keep On Going |

A Musing, Life, Travel

  Keep on going. 

Three small words, on a bracelet I wear on my wrist every day. It’s become my mantra, the words I chant in my head and an inspiration to myself.

If I had stopped trying, I wouldn’t be going on a trip to Italy this next year. 🇮🇹

If I had stopped trying a few years ago when I was literally at my worst, I would be dead.

Sometimes, trying seems like a really simple thing, but it shows a deeper motivation. To survive. To thrive. To not just exist, but to do something bigger with ourselves.

I actually lost my bracelet about a month and a half ago. It was on my wrist and then…half way through the day, I realized it was gone. With anything else, with the exception of maybe my wedding ring, I probably would have just sighed and forgotten about it, but not with this bracelet. I retraced my steps, to the grocery store, where I had ran earlier in the day, to the houses of pets I watch, everywhere. And I never found it.

I had been devestated. It wasn’t like I credited the bracelet with my accomplishments–I could have saved up for this trip or done anything else without it, but…I liked it. Very rarely does something you wear align so closely with your beliefs or feelings as this bracelet did with me.

I talked about it for weeks, wondering where it could have gone. I would be sad one minute and then the next, resigned to the fact that it was gone. I’d convinced myself that maybe I’d lost it for a reason; maybe it would go on to help someone else.

It wasn’t until about a month after I’d lost this bracelet that I found it again, in of all places, on top of a file box in our office, where I had filed some crap bill or another. The magnet had stuck to the box, pulling it right off my wrist.

I can’t tell you how excited I was to find it! I had wanted to wear it to Italy or anywhere, really. Keep on going.

This probably seems like a really dumb entry to you. It’s just a bracelet, Avery. Maybe. Maybe it is.

But it’s also a reminder to myself.

To keep trying.

To keep dreaming.

To keep going.

Maybe you’re feeling stuck, like I am at the moment. Lost and a little like you’re meant to be doing something more.

Keep on going.

We’ll get there.

Exploring Cemeteries

A Musing, Life

  Lately, I’ve been thinking about life and death a lot. 💀

I really don’t know why. Other people might find cemeteries creepy, but I never have. I actually like looking for old tombstones and wondering about the lives that the people underneath them led.

While going around and meeting people for petsitting, I had some downtime yesterday and went back to explore an old church I’d passed. I came to find out it was built in 1893 and was on the list of National Historically Registered places. It had a copper steeple, turned green with age, lead, stained glass windows and a gated cemetery full of old grave markers from the 1800’s.

I find it really sad when you read the markers and see that it was a baby who died within the same year or you do the math and figure out that someone was very young when they died, 17 or 18 years old sometimes. Those ages used to seem so old to me, back when I was those ages, but now…it’s so incredibly young. And I’m sure people look at me, at the age of 26 and think the same thing. It’s all about perspective. What you know and where you’ve been.

It seems like death is one of those things that no one talks about on social media, but it is inevitable. I guess I think about it sometimes because I want to make sure I’m living my life to the fullest.

I couldn’t help but notice some weird things at the cemetery too. 👀

Like some of the tombstones had the people’s professions on them. It made me laugh. Defined by our professions, in life and in death. Who wants to see “Garbageman” on their tombstone when they die?! 😂 Maybe they would make it sound better and put “Waste Technician”?

I just think we put too much stock in what we do for a living. I’ve always been more of the “I work to live” not “I live to work” persuasion.

You’re Not Them

A Musing, Life

   Sometimes, I get really sick of people. Just, in general. I’m the type of person who likes to socialize, but when I’m done, I’m just done. I’m an introvert, and the way that I recharge is by being alone, by myself, doing whatever I feel like doing at that moment. I think that’s why I like being an introvert. Because I make my own schedule and I don’t have to confer with other people and make sure I don’t step on toes and I don’t have to ask, “Hey, do you want to go thrifting? Or watch this tv show? Or do this thing I’ve been wanting to do?”, I just do it.

I’ve sort of just come to accept the fact that…I’m different and I do my own thing. I have a few select friends that I hang out with, but I’m just one of those people that others take for granted or like to hang with and ditch or treat like crap, for whatever reason. If I ever find out why that is, I’ll let ya know.

ANYways…today has been one of those days where I’ve just been really down. I’ve had a mild headache and just kinda..not been in a good mood, for what reason, I can’t tell you. I woke up. I’ve even ran for the last 3 days straight, which has given me an adrenaline rush. I made myself an iced chai latte, have been steadily kept busy with petsitting gigs, I even got to hang out with family today, go to the zoo…so, I don’t know why I’ve been in such a sucky mood. Have you ever just been in a really crappy mood and you DON’T even know why really?

Sometimes, I think it comes down to that stupid comparison thing I do. I think I’m doing such an awesome job at life, and then I hear about other people who are going to exotic places, are only 20 years old and already own a home and are renting another one, or people that just have these ridiculous opportunities that come their way.

I deflate a little, especially when the person is younger than me. I start to feel behind, like I screwed something up or I missed something.

But then I have to remind myself… YOU’RE NOT THEM. 


Who cares if someone is renting houses and getting extra income and they’re barely even legal yet?

Who cares if someone travels all the time for their job and meets famous people on a daily basis?

Who cares if people gush and only post the good stuff on Facebook and social media?

Who freaking cares?!?!

Today has been a day where I’ve just felt like crying, for no damn reason. I’m just super emotional right now, probably because the painters and decorators are in, to quote Bend It Like Beckham. 🙄

If you’re anything like me, just remind yourself: YOU ARE YOU. NOT THEM.

Tomorrow is a new day. I’ll be petsitting a lot, also painting a piece of furniture and I fully intend to take advantage of some pool time. ✌🏻 Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

\\Where You’ve Been//Where You’re Going//

A Musing, Life

  I think, a lot of times, when we say we want to travel, we are looking for perspective. It’s nice to get away for a while. Sometimes, we’re too close to our own lives to see potential, or see things that other people might see from being around us for only 5 minutes.

Maybe they would see that we put up with crappy relationships or we sell ourselves short. Maybe they would see that we are too worried about what other people think. I think that’s part of the reason I like to travel. You uncover truths about the world, see things from another perspective…and come back to your own life and see things you were to close to see before.

These are pictures of me as a kid. I’m not very “country” at all, but if we were talking about personality pics, this one would sum me up pretty well. Hands in pockets. Looking off to the side. Mischievous, but quiet. Laid back.

Things you might not be able to tell from this picture:

I’ve always loved to read. So much so, that I went to the library for recess one day in 3rd grade and stayed hidden in the stacks of books for hours until someone found me and I had read through a few books.

I suck at math. Algebra, statistics, really any kind of math. People start mentioning numbers, I walk the other way or change the subject.

I’ve been through some shitty stuff. I’ve also had good things happen to me.

I didn’t graduate college.

I have stacks—like an old tote full of notebooks I filled from 7th-12th grade. I used to write more than socialize during high school.

I have a way of seeing through people. I think they call it “discernment”, when you just know someone is being fake or a situation is not good. I can’t really explain it to other people.

Hydrangeas are my favorite flower.

Chai lattes(iced) are my favorite.

I don’t care what most people think, but when someone attacks a personal dream of mine, it’s crushing.

It’s good to know where we’ve been…so we know where we’re going. I guess, I was inspired to write this entry because of how young I am in these photos. That girl didn’t care. She did what she dreamed about doing and didn’t give a crap what anyone said to try and dissuade her.

That girl also didn’t know where her life would lead her. To an awesome husband who loves thrifting as much as she does. To a house, one she hates to clean sometimes, but it is pretty cool to say she owns. A much nicer car than she had before, one that she paid off in only a year. To a rabbit and hamster, too tiny little furry things she never thought could be so special to her. To a time in her life where…there’s nothing to lose.

This is my year. A year to travel and just do things. Life is short.

I think that there are endless possibilities. And anyone who doesn’t? I don’t care. I’m not jaded, despite what’s happened to me. I see opportunities, everywhere. I’m ready to make things happen.

And I think that little girl in the pictures would be proud of me, for interpreting life in my own way and turning it into what I want. ✌🏻

Don’t stop believing in yourselves, people. I know that is cliche to say, but just. Don’t. You can do anything. Sometimes life doesn’t take us where we expect it to, but we make the most of it when we get there.

^Starting Over^

A Musing, Life

I’m back.

It’s been around a year since I bothered to get on this blog. I could give the usual excuses of, “Oh, my phone app didn’t sync correctly and it made posting, in this world of anti-desktop life, incredibly hard.”

But we all know that’s a load of crap, don’t we? Okay, maybe not *entirely*, because I did switch carriers a few times and it was frustrating, but mainly, I haven’t been on here because of LIFE.

Brief Synopsis: Avery Pressley has found herself thrust into a world of crazy petsitting antics that occupy most of her weeks/weekends, thrifting and curating antiques for a store that she and her husband both operate out of, recent new homeownership, remodeling, and all the perks that come with that, and working part-time at a local bakery…meh on that last part.

So, that’s the shortest way I know how to explain what all has been going on. Life has been C-R-A-Z-Y. Crazier than this joke of a presidential election that has been going on, crazier than that deal I got at an estate sale last weekend(Hint: It was CRAY.), crazier than that guy breaking his leg at the Olympics. It’s been crazy.

I’m starting over. I’m the type of person that does that quite frequently, as certain family members have been apt to point out, especially in the realm of MY JOB. I start over ALOT, because I make ALOT of mistakes. But you know what? I don’t see it so much as quitting things right and left, I see it as realizing what I’m good at…and what I’m not so good at.

Who can forget the time I worked at a mold/remediation/suicide clean up business as a receptionist? Or that time I worked at a salon? I’ve worked at all kinds of different places and not all of them have worked out, for various reasons, but instead of seeing that as a downfall for my resume, I see it as experience.

Experiences are more valuable than things.

It’s a phrase that has been playing around in my head alot lately. I know what I want to do, its just..figuring out how to do it. I want to travel the world. And lately, I’ve been looking around at life, the world around me, people…and realizing that, none of that lasts. We all die. Some of us die today, some of us die tomorrow. The common argument that my parents like to give me is, “Well, you can travel the world when you retire and you’re older. You’ll have more money and time then, so that makes the most sense.”

I have more time than I realize, but money…I guess I see their point, but I’m not willing to give up my dreams. Call it selfish, call it stupid, call it what you want—I’m done caring. There’s been a shift in my viewpoint lately. You only live once. And it’s no longer going to be, “I’ll do that someday.”, but, “I’m going to make steps today, so I can do it tomorrow.”

I think sometimes we need to give ourselves permission to start over. To dream big. To say, “To hell with whatever society thinks.”

And I’m starting over on this blog also. I deleted alot of posts, but kept the one that made me blog famous, “10 Reasons I Hate the Dentist” and made me Freshly Pressed here on WordPress back in 2011. It’s crazy to think that’s where it all started—me ranting about tooth decay, dental hygiene and being compared to a lemon shark.

But we all have to start somewhere, right? And the sooner we get back up after we “fall”, the sooner we can hit the ground running.