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About Let Birds Fly

I’m Bailey K., the girl behind Let Birds Fly. Let Birds Fly is a blog mostly about travelhealth, photography, and graphic design. Also, it’s about my life. And if you’re a long-time follower, you’ve seen how much I have changed, and therefore, how much Let Birds Fly has changed.

Let Birds Fly started out as a blog highlighting our freedom in creativity. But since then, I have gone through a lot concerning my health, and I have narrowed down my life to things I am completely passionate about. Both prioritizing and simplifying are necessary for me to be able to live my life, and so my blog has simplified.

Presently, Let Birds Fly is a blog about what is most important to me. To me, Let Birds Fly means embracing what I can do and what I’m meant to do.

For example, I never really liked crafting that much, but I took part in it for my blog. You won’t see many crafts on here anymore. I’m also quite cheap, I don’t like clutter, I don’t like to shop, I don’t like stuff, and I hate consumerism, but I took part in it for my blog. You won’t see many wishlists or collections of products on here anymore.

Let Birds Fly should inspire you to be you. Even if you are constantly changing. Because how boring would it be if we never changed?

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NOW, LET’S GET PERSONAL //

MY FAMILY // I am a wife. My husband, Mark, is a professional musician and wedding DJ. He’s pretty awesome. I have two Great Danes named Quinn and Mozart. These 3 boys are my life! I also have quite a large extended family. Mark is one of 7 children, many of them married now, and I am one of 4, many of us married. We also have quite a slew of nieces and nephews.

MY JOBS // I am not doing much right now because of my health issues, but these are the jobs I did before I got sick, and what I hope to be able to do again after I’m well again. // I am a professional photographer here in Austin, TX. In high school, I wanted to be a National Geographic photographer. I realized that wasn’t very attainable, so I went to college for recreational therapy. But photography is my first love. // I’m a graphic designer. I love creating something from scratch. I’m so blessed that I get to be creative and get paid for it. // I work as a ropes course facilitator at a camp for kids with special needs over the summers. // Lastly, I work one-on-one with people with disabilities, administering recreational therapy with them (what I went to college for).

MY HEALTH // I have many health issues. I suffer from chronic pain, chronic fatigue, and neurological disorders, which I have recently found out is all from having Chronic Lyme Disease. I also suffer from celiac disease, hypothyroidism, meniere’s disease, and adrenal fatigue (which could all stem from Lyme as well). My story is about pain, but is also about hope.



MY FOOD // I love to cook and I LOVE to eat. But because of my health issues, I have to eat crazy healthy. Presently, I can’t eat any grains (which includes gluten, corn, and oats), dairy, processed sugar, GMO soy, or meat. I eat a 70% raw vegan diet (raw fruits, veggies, nuts and seeds), and the other 30% is still super healthy, consisting of mainly cooked veggies, lentils, and beans.

MY INTERESTS // I LOVE to travel. If I could somehow travel for a living, I would do it in an instant. I like to travel cheap, and I like to travel as much as possible. Check out my travel page to see where I’ve been. // I also love the outdoors. My husband and I try to take at least one backcountry camping trip per year, and we love to hike, bike, climb, and swim in our town of Austin.

MY QUIRKS // I am crazy compassionate. I wish I could adopt every baby, dog, cat, and bird out there that needs a home. I cry when I see a dog walking along the side of the road with no owner. I even hate squishing bugs. It’s ridiculous, I know. // I am the best devil’s advocate. I will argue against anything just because I love a good debate, and I am quite good at it. // I love fantasy books. My favorites are Harry Potter, Peter Pan, and Ender’s Game, among a hundred others. I am a book snob when it comes to these books, as well; I consider it blasphemy to see any movie of a book that I like. // I hate receiving gifts from my husband. We share everything, including money, so how is it a gift if we BOTH bought it? I’d rather just go on a picnic.

MY EVERYTHING // I am a Christian. Hopefully that comes across in a good amount of my blog posts. :)

Have any questions about me and/or Let Birds Fly? E-mail me!

POPULAR POSTS //

Our Love Story // It’s a long story. You have officially been warned.

Pain-Relieving Detox Bath // One of the only things that soothes my aches and pains.

Photo Editing Fads // A funny list of post-processing fads of the past and present, with examples.

How to Drink More Water // A health post on the importance of water and a list of fun ways to drink more.

I Live Healthy for a Reason // A personal post on dealing with having to defend my healthy lifestyle.

Big Bend National Park // Our first backpacking trip as a married couple. We LOVED it!

Meet Mozart // The day we got our great dane puppy, Mozart. (He was seriously the cutest puppy ever!)

Moroccan Tagine Soup // One of my favorite recipes ever. Super tasty and super healthy!

Hot Air Balloon Ride // One of the best things we’ve ever done together!

WHEN I FIRST REALIZED THAT I WAS GOING CRAZY

Almost two years ago, Mark and I went on our 3rd anniversary trip, a road-trip throughout the southwest. Our last destination was in Taos, New Mexico for one day of skiing, one day of sledding, and a half-day of exploring.

We found an amazing burger place that had awesome gluten-free buns. We couldn’t believe it, since Taos is a small town. But yay for gluten free! So we went to Five Star Burgers, which I reviewed here.

While we were waiting for our food, I looked out the window and saw a stray dog roaming around the parking lot. I immediately started crying. Mark was so taken aback because before this, I almost literally never cried. In our first three years of marriage, Mark says he remembers me crying twice. I didn’t cry at funerals or when I found out a family member had passed or anything. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I was never sad. It’s just that my sadness never manifested in that way. I was always in control of myself, my emotions and my reactions. I just didn’t cry.

Anyway, after the shock of seeing me crying, Mark asked me what was wrong. I pointed out the dog and blurbled on about how the dog doesn’t have anyone to take care of him or love him, and it’s cold, and there’s no place to comfortably sleep, and blah blah blah. This was also especially weird because I’m from Houston. A huge city. I’ve seen hundreds of stray dogs in my life. They have never affected me the way this one did.

I just couldn’t stop crying!

The waitress came by to ask for our order and noticed I was crying. I hesitantly told her about the dog, and she goes, “Oh, sweetie, don’t worry about him!”

I probably looked at her like she was crazy, because she continued, “That dog has been here since before Five Star Burgers owned this place. People have tried to take him home, but he refuses to go anywhere. Someone once did, and he ended up escaping from her backyard and finding his way back here! He’s happy here. Look at his belly, he looks like he eats well, right? We feed him normal dog food along with lots of meat and veggies that we would have to throw out anyway. We even get a vet out here to check him out every once in a while.”

Wow! I should’ve seen that he wasn’t a skinny dog, and he actually looked very healthy and happy to be lounging in the sunshine. The waitress noticed that I had perked up; she patted my back and took our order.

I felt stupid.

I had never reacted like that to something “sad” before. In fact, I barely ever cried. Mark was shaken up from my crying; he wasn’t used to it at all, and I wasn’t either.

During the rest of our meal, we talked about why I had reacted that way. We concluded that it was my health, since it had been starting to decline a lot faster recently, and that my compassion for those who hurt (physically or emotionally) had increased because I now knew pain so well.

Fast forward to today, and Mark is now very accustomed to my crying about animals, homeless people, squished bugs, and even inanimate objects that look sad. I have even had to block some people’s Facebook feeds because all they share are photos of dogs at shelters. I just can’t deal with the sadness of everything anymore. I can’t afford to cry all day long.

But listen.

I think that I cry mainly because of my health and how messed up my hormones are, but also because, right now, I can’t do anything about the sad things I see. I want to adopt or foster every dog that needs a home, but I can’t because I barely have the energy to take care of my own dogs. I want to give to every organization that rescues cows from horrible conditions at a “farm”, but I can’t because I have to pay for my own health needs. I want to build every homeless person a house, but I can’t because I don’t have the strength. I want to tutor every child that has a risk of dropping out of school, but I can’t because of my brain fog and confusion. And, oh, so much more.

So that’s why I cry. I cry because I can’t do anything about all the sad things in this world, and I want to so so badly.

I can’t wait until I don’t have to just cry about the sad things, and instead I can get off my butt and do something about it. That time WILL come. And then I won’t have to feel crazy anymore! :)

(If you’re new and/or don’t know about my health conditions, click here to read about my journey.)