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Oh, hello

For my birthday, I bought myself a Beginner Yoga Jumpstart package. The goal was to do 6 days of yoga a week. I ~almost made it. I ended up doing too many fun things and staying out too late on my birthday and missing a day; no regrets! I did morning and evening yoga the next day to make up for it.

I’m so behind the times, but I real like the idea of ‘practicing’ things. Yoga, writing, socializing. I tend to want to immediately excel at things, and while this can be a good thing – pushing me to push myself and work hard, it can also lend to me giving up on things I don’t seem to have a natural affinity for. So for now, I’m ‘practicing’.



It’s been a bit, I guess. I keep meaning to write but putting it off.

We’re spending our first night in our new house – pretty much the best Valentine’s Day gift ever.

It’s early, like 8pm, but we’re already in bed – going to watch some Netflix and crash. We’ll have to start getting up early so I can get to the office before traffic sucks.

I’m so grateful for this house. For my family and husband and everything.

I’m ready for spring and home improvement and lots of new adventure.

Finally Fitbit’n

On Monday, when I got home from work, there was a package waiting for me, which hey, always YAY. But this time it was extra YAY. As I’ve touched on before, we are saving our every single penny (I mean, seriously) for the house we want to buy in which we are still waiting for the final word on closing.

So anyways, I’d sworn off spending til March at least, I’d resigned myself not fitbitting with my friends, but behold, the aforementioned package on Monday was in fact a fitbit – sent to me my dear dear dear dearest friend Melanie.

It’s even more awesome than I imagined it would be, and it’s already inspired me to take an extra walk this morning when I woke up early, instead of lazing around as usual!

Are you on Fitbit? Should we be friends?

Take it as it comes

It’s the new year, and everyone is catching up on blogging, so I’ll just slip in the side-door to this party as well.

Last year, I met my goal of running 500 miles, even with 40 to go on Dec 22. Thanksgiving kind of kicked my butt, and I wasn’t sure I was going to make it, but I’m glad I did. That was really the only goal/resolution I had for the year, and I think it served me well. Something about committing to a (relative) lot of running equals a commitment to a lot of other things like sleeping enough and taking decent care of yourself.

Lately, all my energies are focused on trying to buy a house. As I type this, we’re waiting word on yet another offer (our fourth in as many weeks). Training for the upcoming Austin half-marathon I so eagerly registered for, now seems like a minor annoyance.

But life is like that. Ebbing and flowing and changing in the smallest and biggest ways. So I’ll just keep taking it as it comes and trying to stay sane. That’s a pretty good resolution, right?

Elusive balance

I’m dreaming of balance. Actually that’s not true, I’ve dreamt about work every night this week, but I’m thinking a lot about balance. How much I need it. What it might look like. Where to find it.

But I think that next to last sentence there is key. I’m so far away from being balanced in my life (right now, possibly always) that I’m having trouble even envisioning what things would look like if they were ideal.

So I’m re-re-re-reading Take Time for your Life and, as usual, becoming riduclously sidetracked with some pointless technicality (trying to get an image link to work), which defeats everything I’m reading about and thinking about and trying to make better.

Even though this book is about 10 years old, and sort of pre-dates the whole crazy from iphone/twitter/distraction thing that is a thing, I think it’s still so relevant to everything. At least to me.

Between this book (and maybe the 4 other books in a similar vein that are on my nightstand) and listening to the best of the Back to Work podcasts, I’m kinda getting it through my brain that there is no lifehack to save you. There is scarcity of time, and the only thing you really get to choose is what is important to you in any given minute.


It’s been a strange day. But I’m grateful for coworkers who get me, a husband that totally supports me, a nice apartment, legs and a body that let me run, and a brain that lets me workaround annoying code. And vodka, I’m totally grateful for vodka.

sunday night (shorter than intended)

i’m glad to notice that personal blogging is undead, or reviving, or somethinging – even if just among my small circle of friends.  there is no going back to the blog days we all remember (probably too) fondly.  but there is always space to keep moving forward.

last night, my husband and i got drunk nicely tipsy and played songs to either other back and forth and it was so nice and lovely and one of those memories i’ll carry close for always. god is music. life is good.

“I went back into my bedroom and knelt at my bed the way I did when I was a kid. I folded my hands and pressed the top knuckle joints of my thumbs hard into my forehead. Dear God. I don’t know what I want or who I am. Apparently you do. Um…that’s great. Never mind. You have a terrible reputation here. You should know that. Oh, but I guess you do know that. Save me now. Or when it’s convenient. We could run away together. This is stupid. What am I doing? I guess this is a prayer. I feel like an idiot, but I guess you knew that already, too. My sister said that god is music. Goodbye, Amen. I lay in my bed and waited for that thick, sweet feeling to wash over me, for that unreal semi-conscious state where the story begins and takes on a life of its own and all you have to do is close your eyes and give in and let go and go and go and go.”
— Miriam Toews, A Complicated Kindness

(you should read this book.  maybe you’ll find it overwrought or pointless, but it has some really beautiful sentences.)


Yesterday was my birthday and our anniversary. I enjoy celebrating both of those events together, and to be honest, who do you know that could have resisted the ‘I want an entire day to celebrate you in my life’ line that my husband gave me 8 years ago?!

We celebrated by staying up late and sleeping in and doing our usual hanging out. I went for an 8 mile run – a mile for every year over 30, and a trail to grow on ;) We bypassed the fancy dinner at the last minute in favor of a tiny sushi and Korean dive, and I couldn’t be happier that we chose the thing that was more ‘us’

Posting about it all seems a little anemic, but I want to try to better record the passing of the time. It’s so fleeting and perfect.

Still alive

I blog in my head fairly often, but it never seems to make it to the page. Twitter is the bane of blogging. At least for me. But I don’t post the same sort of things, so I need to make it more of a priority.

I’ve been working on a big project at work, which has been a little frustrating and stressful at times, but it’s rewarding and interesting and keeps me unbored.

My parents were here for a week and that was nice. I had to work more than I’d wanted, but we got some quality time together. I’m very lucky to be able to work from home when I need to.

Besides the usual Ikea, Whole Foods, and Chuy’s that we must hit up, Dad and I went around the lake with him on his bike while I ran – it was pretty awesome just sharing that with him. And we took mom up to see the pedestrian bridge and part of the trail as well. Mom and I had girl lunch time too <3 Since they left yesterday early, the mister and I cleaned up and then just enjoyed hanging out together - watching True Blood and laughing at the awfulness. Today we went to see the Avengers. We rarely make it to the movies, so it was a nice treat. Tomorrow's back to more normal schedule. I'm not ready, but it seems like I never really am and it all works out :)

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