Admittedly, California weather is perfect. It’s late July, the flowers are blooming, the breezes are blowing, and it’s just absolutely wonderful to be outside. It’s enough to make me miss living in Newport. Of course, living in Newport gave me my best friends in the whole world, so I will always be beyond grateful for…
Tag: thankful
There are no rules | Feel Good Monday 071723
how to even catch up on gratitude?! i’ve been SO busy. and yet! so much good time spent with friends. with co-workers. with meaningful, fun projects. with bob. with my FIANCÉ, y’know. i mean, the time spent with the marriage certificate trio, in person and on hilarious phone calls, is hugely impactful on my happiness…
beer olympics eve | feel good friday 063023
You know those events that are so epic they seem like and have a reputation for having always been so? Well Beer Olympics is one of those amongst my Austin friend group, despite this year’s only being the third annual. It’s tomorrow, and I could not be more excited. I LOVE throwing this party. It’s…
“This is so much fun!” | Feel Good Friday 052023
I’ve said this before: the person who says “oh this is so much fun!” is always perceived as the person having the most fun. Wednesday night I observed this phenomenon again with an eclectic group of incredibly successful women eating delicious food at Rose Mary Chicago, sharing Croatian wine, and lifting each other up. It…
just a list | Feel Good Friday 042823
THE FULLEST BEST WEEKEND | Feel Good Friday 042123
Picnic Blanket Friday BUT WILD HAIR THURSDAY #bobsfirstroadtrip | Feel Good Friday 032423
Wedding Whirlwind | Feel Good Wednesday 030823
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Out of nowhere, I tore my plantar fascia playing football–pushing off the line of scrimmage–last Wednesday. I felt a pop in the arch of my foot, and knew something was torn but didn’t even know you COULD tear a plantar fascia, particularly not one that gave you no warning and previously did not have pain.…
is it always a metaphor? | feel good friday 020323lol
020323: is losing your voice always a metaphor for … losing your voice? Did writing about being even a tiny bit intimidated bring this on? Did I silence MYSELF? Or is it just recirculated airplane air, a virus going around, a diminished immune system from disrupted routines? Coming back from the leadership offsite, I was…