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October 17th, 2014
How long have you and Cezar been together? You two are such a beautiful couple!

We met when I was 15 and he was 16 back in 2006!

I know.

Then dated on and off for awhile until we became more serious/exclusive a few years ago. We’ve been living together for 2 and a half years now.

Thanks for the curiosity and sweet words!


October 17th, 2014

Happy Birthday To Me!


Thanks for all the birthday wishes beautiful souls! It’s true, I turn 24 today.

Your wonderful vibes were a welcome gift. I took the day off of work today, so after a fun night out with Cezar last night I’m looking forward to fun birthday ahead: Alice’s Tea Cup, dinner at this wonderful place on the Upper East Side near our apartment, and Les Mis!


I’m happy to say I’ve enjoyed a 21st birthday, 22nd birthday, and 23rd birthday in this Tumblrverse. Every year the vibes keep getting sweeter.

Wishing you a happy Friday and a great weekend, and sending big hugs your way for the birthday wishes! Wish we could all share a giant cupcake,


October 16th, 2014

I’m turning 24 at 1:23 am (ET)!

I can definitely tell I’m getting to a new age when I go from always staying up to celebrate the hour to wondering if I’ll be able to wake up and be productive for work the next day.

Looking forward to a new and big year!

September 5th, 2014

So this happened.

Sherman Alexie. Yes, the Sherman Alexie, an amazing author who I’ve been reading since high school, tweeted out a link to a blog post I wrote for our company’s blog.

(The blog post I wrote was “10 Authors You Need to Follow on Twitter and their Strategies Worth Stealing”)

And he read it. He read a word I wrote, when I’ve poured over thousands of his words and written essays on how great they are… And he read something I wrote.

My world is somehow different now than it was this morning.

That’s my fangirling for the day!


August 31st, 2014

So happy to spend my first morning in our completely unpacked and settled apartment. Hi from the upper east side! How’s Labor Day Weekend treating you all?

August 24th, 2014

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak.

A little throwback to last weekend! Can you tell I’m ready for fall?

Namaste and happy Sunday,


August 23rd, 2014

In case I’m a little slow to answer messages over the next few days, Cezar and I are moving on Tuesday to the upper east side! I’ll do my best lovely souls!

Namaste and piles of packing tape,


August 21st, 2014

For good vibes and aesthetics, and all things Meditations In Wonderland:

follow me on insta @loveannapatrick

with a fair amount of cameos from Eleni Kalliopi!

August 10th, 2014


Taking each chapter by storm for final edits, 5 chapters down 8 to go!

August 10th, 2014

17k followers? You guys are the coolest



I mean it!

I think when 20k happens I’ll have to do a pretty serious giveaway, just a heads up.

As always if there’s something you want to see more of just inbox me! Always happy to connect.



July 25th, 2014
How do you see yourself in your spiritual growth? Are you enlightened or near it?

Hi anon,

Oh gosh. Thank you for your question, and for your confidence in me! But the answer is a firm nope nope nope.

I don’t subscribe to enlightenment. It’s difficult for me to conceive of a soul that’s ever finished, complete and perfect.

Deep down I feel that the universe doesn’t reward perfection, it rewards expansion. That’s what it’s doing after all.

But to answer the core of your question I think I’ve acknowledged many of the primary lessons I need to learn in this life, this go around – that is to say that I know what they are, I know what I need to work on, I know what I’m here to do. That in itself was a tough battle but I’m so grateful for it. The awareness at least gives me the chance to see day to day opportunities that arise to put those lessons to the test, to see if I grow or crumble.

Being aware is one thing, actually evolving and learning the lesson fully is another. Some of the lessons I’m here to learn are long-term, I think they’ll take a lot of growth across the board over many different experiences to help me truly fulfill them, most likely they’ll span across my whole life time. Others are short-term and can be taken care of relatively quickly, and once they’re sorted through some others will pop up, hungry for resolution. Realizing the difference between the two is another difficulty that spiritual growth can help to determine.

So I’m not sure if I can answer your question in the way you intended… I’ll never be perfect. I’ll never be finished. Boiled down that’s just what enlightenment seems like to me. I’ve taken multiple years of Buddhist classes, both in high school and in college, and that’s just what it always came down to it seems like. Truthfully I would never be content with that even if that weren’t true, my energy only seeks to expand, to go forward, and to never stop learning.

It’s a reality I think I’m coming to terms with through working on my novel, actually, because it’s a microcosm of the spiritual journey itself in many ways, or at least of my own. It’s “done” according to the definition of finished but I keep turning it over and over again in my palm anyway until the time comes when my intuition tells me its ready.

The difference between done and ready, spiritually, might be actually what I’ve been getting at this whole time.

I really appreciate your question, it gives me an opportunity to look within and I’m very grateful for that! Thanks so much for lending your energy here.



July 15th, 2014

An Excerpt From My Upcoming Novel, “Meditations In Wonderland,” Meet Elizabeth

Hi everyone,

I wanted to thank you all for all of the likes, reblogs, comments, and inboxes I received after I posted my first excerpt (which you can read here). I still can’t believe I reached 100! So as a thanks, I wanted to elbow my demon of self-doubt in the ribs by posting a second one.

One good turn deserves another, right?

Also as a thanks, I will be following everyone who likes/reblogs/comments/sends me a message about this excerpt. Because contributing your energy to this blog has left fingerprints on me and my writing in a way that can’t and won’t go unrecognized. So it’s my deepest and sincerest hope that you enjoy this!


In this excerpt of Meditations In Wonderland we get a chance to look intimately into my protagonist, 24-year-old Elizabeth, as she confronts her biggest demon: herself.

Elizabeth stumbled into the bathroom and groped the wall for the light switch with the needy but precise fingers of someone functioning from the blurred state between being awake and being asleep, where the subconscious mind still pulls the strings.

The light streaming in from the window behind her caught the medicine cabinet mirror, beckoning her. She flicked the light on, and rubbed her temples as she approached the sink. She couldn’t reach for her toothbrush. Instead her hands gripped the sides of the sink, her white knuckles complemented the porcelain as she held in a scream. It wasn’t the toothbrush she was after this morning.

“Almost there…” Elizabeth murmured as her eyes grew closer and closer to catching her own gaze in the mirror. Invisible needles pricked her spine as her eye contact grew more imminent, making her damp grip slide on the porcelain. Slowly, slowly, her eyes inched upward to meet themselves in her reflection.

When they finally connected she thought they looked like black holes, despite the fact that they were really a dark shade of green. To her they looked like doll’s eyes, as if behind their luster resided secrets long withheld, locked away beneath their glassy depths, entombed in a place few dared to reach. She saw the inset wrinkles on her forehead, and the faded acne scars. She saw the thin, white scar above her left eye where her childhood cat scratched her long ago. She saw the delicate skin under her eyes as an abyss of purple and twisted veins. The sight of her canvas of skin and sunken eyes made her furrow her brow, which only made the storylines on her face grow deeper. They began to look like trenches, and when Elizabeth tugged at them they only fell back into place like obedient soldiers. An acidic revulsion crawled through her and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention.

As she looked away the goose bumps that dotted her neck subsided, leaving her body cold. She picked up her toothbrush and threw it at the sink with such force that it was as if she wanted it to fly down the drain and reappear in another dimension.

“Ellie? You alright in there?” said her boyfriend, Adam, who sat with Fitz, their French bulldog, just feet away on the living room couch.

 “Yeah, I’m fine,” she called out to him, her pulse racing again, “I just dropped something.” It was on days like this that the studio apartment they shared took the form of a small labyrinth, with each sound reverberating against the walls and closing in on them in a broken chorus. She unwrapped her fingers from the sink and splashed cold water on her face.

“What’s wrong with you!” her internal monologue began, right on time, “Who can’t look at themselves in the mirror? Are you crazy?”

I welcome all feedback in my inbox. Every thought helps!

You can read all updates on the book here.

As always, thank you for reading.


By Anna Patrick
Effusions of an honest soul, created in a world of her own.

By Anna Patrick

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