2018 was one heck of a rollercoaster. I experienced joys and lows I didn’t know I could have the privilege of experiencing. I got married to my (gross cliche) best friend. I got a new job I love, but still has me wondering, “How did I get here?” in that really excited kind of way. I had foot surgery that will make things better in the long run, but keeps things interesting for the short term. I had a close friend pass away just before Christmas that rocked the ground I stand on.
So, here we are about to be another year older. Hopefully wiser. It is with happiness and sadness that I pass through the barrier of the new year.
This year, I’m promising myself to stay as stress free as possible and take more pictures. Recommitting myself to being here, if only as an outlet. But at the end of everything, the one thing I wished I had was more time. The few pictures I have are the glimmers of the time we had, frozen forever, and I wish I had more of them.
Well, I did it. I picked a wedding dress. T is going to be very surprised. Funny thing about finding the dress – even when you think, “Yep, this is it. I want to look at pictures of this dress on me on the happiest day ever fondly for decades,” there is still a bit of fear the second you leave the store. What if T hates it? What if they order the wrong dress? What if it doesn’t look the best on my body? What if I showed up naked? Would naked be better than this dress? And that’s how I beat that fear. Because, no. Naked would not be better.
Let’s just call this the perks of home ownerships. Happy Friday!
Another day of the Whole30 done, and my gosh am I so over it. I’m one third finished with the program. I feel like since I have already committed ten days to this thing, I should probably just keep going. Just know, I said that with BIG sigh and maybe a little eyeroll.
Who else loves playing games? T and I play Farkle nearly every Wednesday at a local brewpub.
I usually lose. He mostly wins. We always have a good time. I will forever be excited on Wednesdays to play Farkle.
I found this picture today. Even though I didn’t take the photo on this day, I’m counting it anyhow.
I took this picture off the Oregon coast. The air was cool and moist and spelled of salt. T and I were with great friends, eating ah-maze-ing food, and speaking up all the Oregon experiences we could.
I’m using this picture because it lightened the entire day. Finding it brought a little piece of Oregon ocean to an otherwise rainy day in Northern Idaho.
I’ve been working a lot on my personal style recently. I know what I like, and I know what I don’t like. The problem lies right there, though.
I like A LOT of different styles and I have A LOT of different influences. How do you pick just one for a day? Or one to be your signature style? And how the heck do people wear heels all day? I love heels and I want to wear them, but I feel so impractical.
What are your secrets well dressed ladies?!
We all have our vices – one of mine is college basketball.
T & I usually spend our Saturdays catching up on household chores and big projects. We have been working on a kitchen island (by working I mean we are still in the design phase). After a long day of deciding what we want it was definitely nice to unwind with the bball.
Everyone has irrational fears. One of mine just so happens to be the undersides of mushrooms (and heights, spiders, the dark, aliens, weird things that go creeping through the night….). They make me feel like I’m going to die. I expect something to pop out at me from their creepy little gills and yell, “BOO!”
Anyhow, as I hope you have gathered from a few previous posts, I have been trying to eat healthier. I thought, “Hmmmm…. Well, C, since we’re trying new things why don’t we get rid of some of that fear and have a (supposedly) delicious, healthy food as well.”
Guess what? I prepared that thing and hated every second of it. I cooked it. And I disliked all 4 bites of it before I lost hope in mushrooms forever. Some fears aren’t worth beating.