Based on the title of this post, I’m sure you can guess what I’m about to say. I’m still going to say it because I can. 

 

I LOVE CANNABIS. 

 

There. I said it.

 

 

Happy hour? Meh. I will take a yummy chocolate Cheeba Chew over a glass of wine every single time.

Boozy brunch? Pass the Kushy Punch, please.

But I don’t need an excuse as to why I want to partake in my near-daily dose of elevation. I do it when I want to because I feel like it. But here, pull up a chair, get comfy, PERHAPS EVEN SPARK UP A FAT JOINT and let me break down my love affair of this magical plant for you. 

 

I tried weed for the first time when I was 15. I wasn’t too into it at the time. It was something I would do once in a while when it happened to be around.

And, full disclosure, I also used to be that chick who would get WAY too high and have full-on panic attacks and freak outs.

I once even ate a pot brownie in college which led to me sleeping for the next 16 MF HOURS at my girlfriend’s dorm. So needless to say, weed was NOT my friend for a very long time. 

Years later, when I was moved into my XXX agency’s model house (AKA a condo owned by the agency for out-of-town girls to stay at while they’re in town filming – like a sorority house for porn stars) while I waited for my lease in Hollywood to start, I found myself living in a house full of cool babes who were also all stoners.

Every single one of them.

Like, high as fuck all day every day (but also, like, functioning) stoners.

At that time, I hadn’t smoked weed in a couple years and hadn’t even considered it. It just wasn’t a part of my life. But I figured it wouldn’t hurt to see if I could repair my relationship with miss Mary Jane. So, one day when we were all off work chillin in the living room, I finally accepted the joint being passed to me and took a few puffs.

Maybe it was my level of comfortable-ness at the time, maybe it was my higher level of logic (like, I KNEW a couple puffs wouldn’t knock me dead), or maybe I just outgrew my infamous weed-induced freak outs.

Whatever it was, all I knew was that I REALLY loved the way I was feeling. Relaxed AF, no anxiety, no racing thoughts and just present in that precise moment. 

Thus began my love affair with cannabis. Over the next few years, I would smoke here and there, usually at night after getting home from set. Which gradually evolved to smoking here and there during the day. Which gradually (but briefly) evolved to puffing on my little wax pen every day.

I discovered that I was a total sativa diva (aka the strain of weed that makes you energized and sparks creativity). I also discovered that I am sensitive AF when it comes to smoking (sore throat and congestion for days after. Not cute) and nowadays stick to edibles. 

 

 

The thing about me is that I am NOT one to ever be content sitting around doing nothing, and I am ESPECIALLY not content sitting around doing nothing but getting baked all day. I’m a worker bee and a DOER (and there are plenty of people I know who are too who have NO problem getting blazed on a heavy indica before smashing out hours of work – these people are not human – but alas, I have never been one of them)…

…so anything that’s going to make me feel sleepy and potato-ey during the day is not my jam. 

Another thing about me which may be surprising to some of you because I don’t thiiiink I act like it is that…

…I am a highly functioning anxious person.

I am constantly projecting myself into the future and backtracking to make sure I’m on the right path to get to where I want to go (“visionary” is the term here – it’s a blessing and a curse). And it gets to be a LOT sometimes.

Like, my brain does NOT shut off. But the thing about this is, my brain is chill AS FUCK in literally EVERY other area in my life. Friend didn’t text me back? She must be busy. Cute guy isn’t calling? Meh, there’s always more.

Hell, I don’t even have one of those chatty internal dialogues going in my head that talks to me all day like many people I know do. I just float on through. 

But when it comes to business and creativity? Forget it. My brain NEVER stops. Ever. That’s what happens when you are an insanely passionate person who wants to bring 29348 things to life at once.

With 308348 ideas coming in as to what to do next on the daily.

My work is my life. There is no separation. I am my work and my work is me. I LOVE what I do. I’m excited to fling myself out of bed in the morning, every morning, and tackle the day’s challenges. I LIVE for this shit and it will never get boring.

This is who I am and this is how I will be for the rest of my life. But sometimes I wanna just sit down and be able to watch a full episode of Game of Thrones without getting 10 minutes in and wanting to shop for outfits for a cool themed photoshoot.

Sometimes I just want to lay down in bed at night and get lost in a book without having to peel myself away from busting out my planner and writing out my goals for the next month. Sometimes I just wanna get REALLY creative without my logical brain trying to step in and protest my abstract thinking.

And sometimes I just fucking feel like getting high and doing yoga stretches. 

For me, it’s about relaxing, getting super introspective and entertaining a whole lot of abstract thoughts. It’s about sitting down with a notebook and pen and just writing down whatever flows through my mind.

When it comes to letting my brain run rampant, there’s always something out of seemingly nowhere that ends up being a huge, game-changing idea for me. And it’s about making my day THAT much more fun, just because I’m a grown ass woman in charge of myself and I can. 

 

 

Weed, for me, is one of those things where I like to have it available to me but it’s not, like, life or death if I don’t. Like, I can go on fine without it, but it’s nice if I have it. 

 

Most days I enjoy 10-15mg of an edible (which I feel like most stoners would consider a microdose) but that’s not always the case. If I’ve got a big speaking part in a skin flick or a meeting with my accountant, I’m not gonna take either of those on if I’m blazed. There’s a time and place for everything. 

 

For me, health and wellness are at the tippy top of my list when it comes to important shit in my life. Cannabis has been fanfreakingtastic for my mental health. And since I’ve started incorporating it into my life so often, I’ve nearly completely lost all my desire to drink.

Not only am I 30 now so I get a 2-day hangover off of 3 glasses of champagne, but I no longer find drinking super enjoyable. It makes me sleepy and full. I love to savor a fabulous craft cocktail or crisp glass of Moet, but that’s about it.

So when I go out, if I feel the need to get my buzz or whatever on, I’ll just have like, 20 mg of an edible and be CHILLIN. Then I’ll go home, get a fantastic night’s rest and wake up hangover-free.

The most mischief I’ll get into is getting home and eating a big ass bowl of popcorn with nutritional yeast mixed with cereal. Because, you know, munchies. 

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Fellow cannabis connoisseurs, where you at? Comment below <3 

 

Stay elevated 😉

 

xo, al