thesound-of-settling asked: My bold move was getting involved with, of all things, swing dancing, which wasn't a scene I even knew about prior to 2 months ago. Blues makes me feel more alive than anything has recently, and right when I wasn't looking I ended up with a guy from the local army base flirting with me for half the night. It's strange and exciting and new and absolutely not what I expected.
11:24 am • 22 October 2013 • 4 notes
unscrupulousmaneater asked: Read this quote and thought of you and BMO. "The doors will be opened for those who are bold enough to knock."-Unknown
11:24 am • 22 October 2013 • 13 notes
Anonymous asked: How has your writing evolved since you started this blog? Also, were you just as keen on writing when you were younger, say in college?
When I was little, I would push my brother on the swing-set past the dusk hour, and tell him tales about adventure and intrigue. My brother was older, but this seemed to appease him. He still prefers to rock and to swing than to hold still. And I still prefer to tell the stories.
I thought I’d be a banker. Really. I did a presentation when I was 12 about why I was going to be an investment banker. I loved math, and I hated that everyone else could afford nice things. Investment banker seemed like a logical path.
Once in the business school at university, it turned out I hated business. But I wasn’t wildly fond of any of the other lucrative topics either. I kept getting remarks on term papers like, “lovely to read, completely off topic,” or “beautifully written but lacking in research.” If I’m going to be completely honest about how I spent college, I spent it getting rip-roaring drunk with my friends, and singing a cappella like it was a strip tease. I wrote, but never to completion and never with conviction. There were several blogs on Xanga, Open Diary, Live Journal, and they were all scandalous and raucous recounts of what a farm girl with a Vogue addiction considered wild, i.e. not wild.
But I didn’t give myself the time to fall in love with writing until I was 24. And when I started, it was as it had been, just attention seeking - flashy and obscene. But that was reflective of the personality I wore, outgoing to the point of defensiveness. As I grew up, so did the writing. And so I turned inward rather than pushing outward.
I have a lot of practice ahead. A lot of trial and error. A lot of hoping and submitting and editing and trying. And while a lot of you encourage me, there is still so much work to be done. I’m just lucky in that I love it. I really do love it.
6:36 pm • 21 October 2013 • 29 notes
newlifeoflaura asked: Boys scare me, dates scare me. I'd never even been on a date until October - the thought gave me hives. We're now four dates in. Three really great ones - one that could have been better. I went from so single to options. Let my guard down, put myself out there, and lined up dates with the men of the internet!
The cool thing about trying to find someone is that sometimes we end up just finding courage within ourselves.
5:15 pm • 21 October 2013 • 17 notes
Anonymous asked: Does 104 know about the blog? (So glad you found someone, can't wait till I meet the guy who makes me smile like an idiot and giddy like an eight year old, too!)
I talk about it all the time, so he ought to.
4:44 pm • 21 October 2013 • 8 notes
Anonymous asked: When did you know your blog was going to lead you to bigger publications?
When they emailed me.
I’m constantly overwhelmed by the response to the blog, and it just makes me want to do and be better all the time.
4:42 pm • 21 October 2013 • 6 notes
Anonymous asked: This is my third BMO and i want to out-bold myself this year. I usually take the small yet brave approach. You've inspired me to finally submit that op-ed to the Times- the one I've been wanting to write for so long but assumed nobody would care what I had to say because I'm so young. Here's to crossing our fingers and trying something completely new.
Oh hell yeah. Go get ‘em!
4:41 pm • 21 October 2013 • 6 notes
Anonymous asked: I called a rape hotline over an incident that has been weighing heavy on me for months. For the first time since, I said the words, "I was raped." I don't know why I needed the validation of the hotline, but it helped me to understand that I was 'really' raped. I will no longer make excuses for him. Bold moves.
My heart goes out to you for such a show of courage.
4:41 pm • 21 October 2013 • 34 notes
Anonymous asked: Please tell us more about 104.
104 flew home last weekend for a friend’s wedding. He was with all his best friends and his family and in the middle of the day, he texted me to say, “my phone is dying, but just in case… I’m crazy about you and you’re beautiful, both of those being complete understatements.”
He’s earnest and clever and kind, thoughtful and communicative. He’s goofy and playful and man does he make me laugh.
It’s just been so easy and obvious with him. Nearly two years ago, I wrote down what I was looking for, and I couldn’t have described him better.
My favorite part is when I wrote, “And I will reciprocate. I will watch baseball. I will drink dark beer. I will…”
Because I can’t tell you how many Cardinals games I’ve watched because of this man.
I am so lucky to have someone to fall into this week, and next week, and next whenever and for however long he’ll have me.
4:08 pm • 18 October 2013 • 76 notes
Be Bold: help yourself
My mother texted me at 4:46 am Pacific Time on Sunday. The witching hour of text messages, when words can only be laced with despair and demons. She texted me at 4:46 in the morning with cautious words laced in fear that slipped into my dreams as I fell in and out of a precarious slumber, trying to understand what was happening.
My family and I are facing an unusual amount of adversity this week, things that require us to be calm, to be lucid and thoughtful, to be as detached as complete devotion can allow you. Text messages and phone calls, should I be there and how can I help, what are the policies and what is his condition, please tell me what can I do? What, if anything, can I do?
Thousands of miles away, wracked with the kind of fear and worry that cramp your muscles and twist your smile, I went to see a therapist for the first time. I was frightened, and the only thing I could do was attend to myself.
I told him about my family, about my Gemma and Wife, about 104 and my job, about Thought Catalog and Bold Moves October. I told him what I was afraid of and what I wanted. At the end, he asked me if I had any questions.
“Yeah, what can I do to help to them?”
"What do you mean ‘do’?” he asked.
“Like an action item, something to be productive.”
“This, this was something you could do. This, to use your own turn of phrase, was your Bold Move - taking care of yourself.”
And sometimes, that is all we can do. Attend to ourselves, so when someone else needs a shoulder, we are strong enough to lean on.
2:20 pm • 17 October 2013 • 77 notes