Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Highs & Lows

Let's pretend this blog is an upper-middle class family dinner and discuss the high and low points of my day.


I receive weekly project assignments for my job, and I was so psyched to see that I had been spared an assignment this week!


I actually did receive a project assignment; it just came out after I checked. Boo.


I had the privilege of attending yoga class today on my lunch hour. The day is always better with a mid-day yoga sesh. It's not a pretty situation when I miss too many yoga classes (i.e. I'm a stress mess). 


I use a canvas bag to tote my lunch and gym clothes to work and, thanks to a too-quick stop on the freeway this morning, my lentil soup spilled onto my sports bra. I'm sure my fellow yogis were not appreciative of the onion-y smell wafting off of my cleavage. It actually smelled pretty delicious, so this item might belong in the "high" category after all.


Every spring and fall I sign up for tennis lessons, and tonight is the inaugural lesson for the fall season!  I've only had very subtle improvement over the past three seasons, but it's still fun to play outside for an hour once a week at a pretty resort.


I keep a dish of Ghirardelli  dark chocolate squares (the ones with sea salt and almonds changed my life) in the house, and I grabbed a couple on the way out the door this morning to share with my honey on the drive to work. He immediately dropped his in the space between the car seat and the center console, so being the amazing fiancee I am, I shared mine with him (even gave him the bigger piece - he's so lucky to be marrying me ;). Once I dropped him off at his building, you better believe I nearly broke my hand fishing for that dropped chocolate. Two chocolates before 8am? Yes, please.


My soon-to-be sister-in-law (hyphen central!) gave me some hand-me-down (again!) lululemon tops, and they are so comfy that I am considering boycotting tennis in favor of a nap. workout gear.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

February Goals

Goals for February . . .

* Practice yoga fifteen times
* Save eight hundred dollars
* Write four letters
* Visit with three friends
* Clean out the garage

What's on your February list?

Friday, July 26, 2013

Confessional Friday: fill-in-the-blanks edition

{linking up with Leslie}

{1} My worst fashion offense of all time has to be ...
walking around junior high like the poster child for Hot Topic. Camo bondage pants and mesh- yikes.

{2} The most embarrassing song on my iPod is probably ...
the entire Spice World album, but my embarrassment is mixed with pride.

{3} The last white lie I told was ...
probably for the right reasons.

{4} The celebrity I most wish would disappear is ...
any one of them actin' a-fool all the time.

{5} Sometimes, I wish ...
"being a grown-up" came with an instruction manual, or at least some Cliff Notes.

{6} My childhood crush was ...
Lance Bass from 'N Sync. That wasn't going to happen for a number of reasons...

{7} I've never turned down ...
a foot massage.

{8} The one thing that makes me a nervous wreck is ...
driving in traffic.

{9} I'd rather watch paint dry than...
watch any televised sports.

{10} Much like a train wreck, I can't turn away from ...
devouring massive Chipotle burritos, no matter how hard I try.

Happy Friday- xo.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Online Envy & the Evils of Comparison

Found this article via this blog.

"...And then on some days, I feel like I have nothing to offer, like I must be the only one who isn’t a graphic designer and hasn’t yet managed to display her entire darling life online with lots of chevron and mint accents. I feel so certain that my life is a lot less darling than other peoples’ lives..."

Man, that resonates with me.

I can get so caught up in comparion. I think it's not so much jealousy or judgment, as it is uncertainty that I'm "doing it right". I guess by "it" I mean life, huh?

Friday, April 5, 2013

Today's Lunch





dang tasty.


Happy Friday, friends.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Friday Letters

Dear Friday: Hi! Dear March Madness: I am not impressed. And I want my boyfriend back. Dear tennis: I hope that I remember how to play you before I make a fool of myself at the lessons I signed up for. Dear Cheez Its: Thank you for always being here for me, and never judging when I eat you at 8:30 in the morning. Dear Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros: I'm so excited to hear you play tonight with The Shins.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Grace Off the Mat

Last week during yoga practice, our instructor was coaching us on transitioning between poses.  She emphasized the importance of moving through the poses gracefully. My yoga practice is so very layered, and this quality of it becomes more apparent to me each time I practice. What started with learning the names of the poses and remembering to breathe only through my nose, evolved into focusing on working my poses for maximum benefit and gaining more balance, and now I'm thinking more about each practice as a whole entity- am I moving into my poses slowly enough? am I truly still while I'm holding the pose? am I already anticipating the next move? am I practicing too loudly (yes, really)?could I transition to my next pose with less movement, more deliberation and, ultimately, more grace?

Putting aside that I need to tell my mind to hush with all these questions (...and my mind needs to listen), what I'm trying to say is that transitioning between poses holds equal importance to nailing the poses themselves. Our instructor even said that mastering getting from one place to another smoothly and with grace will allow us to transfer the skill off the mat and into our non-yoga lives. My downward-dog-facing head perked up at this idea, because it seems so relevant to my life.

Related story: on Tuesday, I attended a spring training game with my team at work. After handing over my ticket to be scanned, I tried to pass it off to a co-worker, stating, "I don't want this anymore." He gave me a look that was half patient-half condescending and said, "Now, do you know where you're sitting?" Common sense would indicate that my seat number is on that very ticket I was trying to get rid of, but common sense is not something that I usually bother with. I played it off by saying, "C'mon, you know I just wander through life." His reply of "I know" really stuck with me, because I thought I'd been doing a much better job of faking my competence.

Wandering through life may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it's not too far off. My issue isn't aimlessness or lack purpose (though, neither of those are too off the mark), but let's just say that learning to transition gracefully? Well, that lesson wouldn't be wasted on me.

My yoga instructor went on to tell us that the times in life that are the most trying, the most difficult times, are the transitions and the changes. This is, of course, true.

Anyway, that's what I'm working on and thinking about.

Did I mention that I am in love with yoga?