I feel like I am experiencing what most experience during their "quarter life crisis" or Pre-30th birthday as I approach my 27th birthday (which happens to be in just 9 minutes).
I know that 27 is young and that I have the world at my fingertips but allow me to feel what I feel. I mean, this is my blog after all. :)
I thought that I would have a career in the music industry or with a non-profit or something else that is just plain awesome. I thought that I would be married with a kid on the way. I thought life would look A LOT differently than it does today.
My boss and I had a conversation yesterday during which she asked me what I wanted to do for a career. At that instant I was reminded that I didn't have a career, but a handful of jobs, and was about to turn 27. It stung a little bit.
Today, I went with a class to see a play and a line kept being repeated, as it was the central theme of the play... "what good are amazing experiences if you have no one to share them with". Yup, that stung too.
So, as I lie here awake, when I should be asleep, I can't help but think of what is to come. Though I don't have a husband (or even a boyfriend or even a crush) or a career, I do have the most amazing friends, jobs that I love, and a lot of fun memories from my early and mid 20's.
Who knew that 27 would be so tough?
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
The little things...
... that are actually quite a big deal.
January 26, 2011, I walked into my first Weight Watchers meeting and weigh-in and haven't missed one since! This journey has been longer than anticipated, full of ups and downs (on the scale and emotionally), but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I have learned so much about myself through this journey to a healthier, and consequently much happier, me.
Here are some things that are new to me that I love...
All this to say, what a difference a year makes. I still have about 24 pounds to go before reaching "goal" and becoming a lifetime member of Weight Watchers. Some days, it feels like these 24 pounds are going to take FOREVER, in fact it feels that way on most days. When I get frustrated, I look at how far I have come and celebrate the journey that I am on. I don't dwell on the 24, I celebrate the 36.
January 26, 2011, I walked into my first Weight Watchers meeting and weigh-in and haven't missed one since! This journey has been longer than anticipated, full of ups and downs (on the scale and emotionally), but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I have learned so much about myself through this journey to a healthier, and consequently much happier, me.
Here are some things that are new to me that I love...
- I can cross my legs at the knee without having to have something to rest my foot on to keep them crossed. This may not sound like a big deal but trust me, IT IS.
- I don't worry about back fat popping out all over the place.
- I love my legs... no seriously, I LOVE THEM. I love the definition in them from my training sessions, the countless hours on the stair climber, and the THOUSANDS of squats and lunges that I have done.
- I can go shopping ANYWHERE! I mean, I shop at The Closet and TJ Maxx and Ross and Target and Kohl's and Nordstrom Rack and so many other places, places that I never thought I could shop before. I was so restricted with my clothing options before dropping the pounds.
- Since I am now able to shop virtually anywhere, I love to shop (within my means) and experiment with fashion that I never would have before. I bought a pair of coral color jeans recently and I am IN LOVE with them. I take risks rather than trying to blend in with the crowd.
- I can wear a racer back tank without hesitation. This is mostly thanks to Bodypump and the training sessions... as much as I hate working out my back and shoulders, I am thankful that I have stuck through the pain!
- With all of the working out and eating better, I am a MUCH happier person... so much more at peace.
- Along with the perk of being happier, I have A LOT more energy and feel like a slug if I go more than a day without doing something active. Along with that, when I go more than a day... I am not so happy. If I keep the cycle going the way I should, it works better on all levels!
- I have collar bones. I mean I know I always had them but you can see them now. I feel so much more feminine with them. Again, may not sound like a big deal but it is to me.
- I look at serving sizes BEFORE opening a package/taking a drink/stuffing my face. Did you know that there are only 4 Thin Mints in a serving of Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies? No, it isn't a sleeve like most of us think and act... it is 4 cookies! To go further, those 4 cookies are more satisfying than you may think. Try it.
- I am more confident. SO MUCH more confident.
- I stand up for myself. If I don't like the way someone is talking to me or treating me, I let them know. I am worthy of great love, it is time to start living that truth.
- I try new things.
- I put myself out there... or shall I say I am trying to do this. :)
- I believe in myself and the dreams that I have.
All this to say, what a difference a year makes. I still have about 24 pounds to go before reaching "goal" and becoming a lifetime member of Weight Watchers. Some days, it feels like these 24 pounds are going to take FOREVER, in fact it feels that way on most days. When I get frustrated, I look at how far I have come and celebrate the journey that I am on. I don't dwell on the 24, I celebrate the 36.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Dear You,
Good Women Project does it again!
I read this and re-read it and re-read it.
Seriously, READ THIS...
Editor’s Note: Today’s post is by Stephanie, over at For Such A Time As This. I adore it. You would do well to print it out and hang it next to your bed. – Lauren
Hey. Stop what you’re doing for a minute and listen. You aren’t going to believe everything I’m about to say, but I know you will understand it. I know you, and I know what you’re thinking. Maybe you will recognize me. Maybe you won’t.
First things first, you’re gorgeous. I know you don’t think that, and I know right now you’re smiling and inwardly negating my words; you do that a lot. Stop it. God made you. You don’t know Him that well yet, so you don’t understand this, but He formed every part of you. He molded your face, gave you that hair you try to cover up. He made you with hips (not the bad thing you think it is). And all those curves that make you feel disproportionate? He made those too. He made your nose and your eyes and he made you a little shy.
You feel cheated right now, wondering why the God of the universe didn’t make you alluring or talkative or anything like the girls you wish you were, but you’re wrong. You’re so wrong. Because, when God made you, he didn’t step back and look at the finished product and say, “good enough.” He didn’t grimace when he realized he made a few mistakes, but ushered you out into the world anyway. He didn’t even nod and think he had done pretty well. No. He saw you and he was enthralled. Girl, the king is enthralled with your beauty. Why? Because you—because the woman he made—was absolutely gorgeous.
I know you don’t feel that way, when the boys in the hallway try to rate your beauty on a scale of ten, when they make you feel unseen, unwanted. Don’t listen to them. Ignore them. For they are just boys and you are a woman—not one of their playthings. Your surpass their scale; no one can assign your beauty a number, a rating, a degree. Those who try and do such things are mere fools, not worth being heard. Yeah, their opinion seems like the world to you now, and the things they say cut deep, but you’ll get through it and soon they will be as laughable to you as they are to me now.
You think your brain is your only redeeming quality; you feel threatened when people try to challenge that. You tell yourself that if you can’t be pretty, at least you can be smart, but that’s not true either. God made you beautiful and He made you smart, so stop putting yourself down, stop believing lies (you made most of them up anyway; in a few years, you will realize that). You feel like no one will ever understand you, and they probably won’t, but that’s part of what makes you beautiful. God made you mysterious. You wouldn’t be you if people entirely understood you.
You don’t believe me. I know that. You won’t understand for another few years. You’re asking yourself how anything I say can be true, when deep down you feel so small and unseen. You don’t feel beautiful or powerful or anything like a woman when you sit in the back of the class room silent, avoiding eye contact with the ‘pretty girls’ and the teacher who knows that, though you won’t speak, you have so much to say. That’s right; you don’t fool me. I know how your mind is racing, how badly you yearn to be heard despite your fear of speaking. Your stutter really isn’t that bad.
Girl, things aren’t going to be easy, getting here. Sometimes it’s going to hurt—a lot. But some day you’ll understand what I’m saying. Some day you will come to terms with the truth that God made you beautiful, and the lies you once believed will enrage you. Some day you will be angry at the world that pressed those unhealthy expectations and feelings of failure onto your heart, and you’re going to fight. You’re going to make war on those lies—in your life and in the lives of others. That’s right. Some day there are going to be women who look up to you, and you’re going to understand the struggle in their eyes. You’re going to see in them the girl to whom I am writing this letter. It’s still going to be a struggle for you; it isn’t always going to be easy, but God is on your side.
And you will grow, step by step, day by day, as I am growing now, as you learn what it means to be a woman deeply loved by the Lord.
Listen to me. Please. You are beautiful, just how God made you. If nothing else, please understand that. Cling to it. Cling to the truth that God made you well.
And keep fighting. I’ll see you on the other side.
I read this and re-read it and re-read it.
Seriously, READ THIS...
Editor’s Note: Today’s post is by Stephanie, over at For Such A Time As This. I adore it. You would do well to print it out and hang it next to your bed. – Lauren
Hey. Stop what you’re doing for a minute and listen. You aren’t going to believe everything I’m about to say, but I know you will understand it. I know you, and I know what you’re thinking. Maybe you will recognize me. Maybe you won’t.
First things first, you’re gorgeous. I know you don’t think that, and I know right now you’re smiling and inwardly negating my words; you do that a lot. Stop it. God made you. You don’t know Him that well yet, so you don’t understand this, but He formed every part of you. He molded your face, gave you that hair you try to cover up. He made you with hips (not the bad thing you think it is). And all those curves that make you feel disproportionate? He made those too. He made your nose and your eyes and he made you a little shy.
You feel cheated right now, wondering why the God of the universe didn’t make you alluring or talkative or anything like the girls you wish you were, but you’re wrong. You’re so wrong. Because, when God made you, he didn’t step back and look at the finished product and say, “good enough.” He didn’t grimace when he realized he made a few mistakes, but ushered you out into the world anyway. He didn’t even nod and think he had done pretty well. No. He saw you and he was enthralled. Girl, the king is enthralled with your beauty. Why? Because you—because the woman he made—was absolutely gorgeous.

I know you don’t feel that way, when the boys in the hallway try to rate your beauty on a scale of ten, when they make you feel unseen, unwanted. Don’t listen to them. Ignore them. For they are just boys and you are a woman—not one of their playthings. Your surpass their scale; no one can assign your beauty a number, a rating, a degree. Those who try and do such things are mere fools, not worth being heard. Yeah, their opinion seems like the world to you now, and the things they say cut deep, but you’ll get through it and soon they will be as laughable to you as they are to me now.
You think your brain is your only redeeming quality; you feel threatened when people try to challenge that. You tell yourself that if you can’t be pretty, at least you can be smart, but that’s not true either. God made you beautiful and He made you smart, so stop putting yourself down, stop believing lies (you made most of them up anyway; in a few years, you will realize that). You feel like no one will ever understand you, and they probably won’t, but that’s part of what makes you beautiful. God made you mysterious. You wouldn’t be you if people entirely understood you.
You don’t believe me. I know that. You won’t understand for another few years. You’re asking yourself how anything I say can be true, when deep down you feel so small and unseen. You don’t feel beautiful or powerful or anything like a woman when you sit in the back of the class room silent, avoiding eye contact with the ‘pretty girls’ and the teacher who knows that, though you won’t speak, you have so much to say. That’s right; you don’t fool me. I know how your mind is racing, how badly you yearn to be heard despite your fear of speaking. Your stutter really isn’t that bad.
Girl, things aren’t going to be easy, getting here. Sometimes it’s going to hurt—a lot. But some day you’ll understand what I’m saying. Some day you will come to terms with the truth that God made you beautiful, and the lies you once believed will enrage you. Some day you will be angry at the world that pressed those unhealthy expectations and feelings of failure onto your heart, and you’re going to fight. You’re going to make war on those lies—in your life and in the lives of others. That’s right. Some day there are going to be women who look up to you, and you’re going to understand the struggle in their eyes. You’re going to see in them the girl to whom I am writing this letter. It’s still going to be a struggle for you; it isn’t always going to be easy, but God is on your side.
And you will grow, step by step, day by day, as I am growing now, as you learn what it means to be a woman deeply loved by the Lord.
Listen to me. Please. You are beautiful, just how God made you. If nothing else, please understand that. Cling to it. Cling to the truth that God made you well.
And keep fighting. I’ll see you on the other side.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Secret
So, I hate Valentine's Day.
Except, I don't at all.
The cynical, eternally single me HATES Valentine's Day for all of the obvious reasons. I feel like I am the ONLY one out there who doesn't have some rugged hot man to give her some chocolate and flowers. I feel like Hallmark has made millions all while reminding me that I am single. 26 Valentine's Days in and I have yet to have a "Valentine" to call my own. I have never received flowers or chocolates on February 14th. It's just a tough day.
The hopeless romantic me LOVES everything that Valentine's Day is. I love the over-the-top ridiculous red and pink that seems to vomit over anything standing still. I am like a kid when it comes to conversation hearts and what they say. I can't wait until I have a Valentine of my own to buy some cheesy Valentine's crap for. I love that we set aside a day, separate of Birthdays and Anniversaries to say I love you. As much as I try to fight it, I LOVE Valentine's Day.
Except, I don't at all.
I mean, there is a lot to how I feel about Valentine's Day.
The cynical, eternally single me HATES Valentine's Day for all of the obvious reasons. I feel like I am the ONLY one out there who doesn't have some rugged hot man to give her some chocolate and flowers. I feel like Hallmark has made millions all while reminding me that I am single. 26 Valentine's Days in and I have yet to have a "Valentine" to call my own. I have never received flowers or chocolates on February 14th. It's just a tough day.
The hopeless romantic me LOVES everything that Valentine's Day is. I love the over-the-top ridiculous red and pink that seems to vomit over anything standing still. I am like a kid when it comes to conversation hearts and what they say. I can't wait until I have a Valentine of my own to buy some cheesy Valentine's crap for. I love that we set aside a day, separate of Birthdays and Anniversaries to say I love you. As much as I try to fight it, I LOVE Valentine's Day.
Today, I choose to celebrate a day about love. Do I feel a little sad that I am single and don't have a rugged hot man to share this romantic day with? ABSOLUTELY! BUT, I feel like I have a great opportunity to share love with the people closest to me, without feeling like I am taking away from my man. I get to give all of my love attention to my nearest and dearest.
So...
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
May your day be FULL of love and laughter and all things red and pink! May you find great joy in all of the festive decor and treats, rather than being bitter and cynical about it all. May you lean into the Creator of all things, including Love.
After all...
Love never gives up.
Love cares more for others than for self.
Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.
Love doesn't strut,
Doesn't have a swelled head,
Doesn't force itself on others,
Isn't always "me first,"
Doesn't fly off the handle,
Doesn't keep score of the sins of others, Doesn't revel when others grovel,
Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything,
Trusts God always,
Always looks for the best,
Never looks back,
But keeps going to the end.
(From 1 Corinthians 13, The Message)
Monday, February 13, 2012
The Land Between: Part Two
Life is messy in the land between, REALLY messy sometimes. It doesn't look at ALL like what we want or hope for. BUT, there is hope in the land between.
Let me start by giving you a little background as to why this is on my mind and what it is that has gotten me to this place of feeling hope and not despair...
Last year, while I was on a trip to Arizona visiting a very very dear friend, I was introduced to the book The Land Between by Jeff Manion. Instead of trying to tell you about the book, I am going to use the description found on the site...
Let me start by giving you a little background as to why this is on my mind and what it is that has gotten me to this place of feeling hope and not despair...
Last year, while I was on a trip to Arizona visiting a very very dear friend, I was introduced to the book The Land Between by Jeff Manion. Instead of trying to tell you about the book, I am going to use the description found on the site...
In The Land Between, author Jeff Manion uses the biblical story of the
Israelite’s journey through Sinai desert as a metaphor for being in
undesired, transitional space. After enduring generations of slavery in
Egypt, the descendants of Jacob travel through the desert (the land
between) toward their new home in Canaan. They crave the food of their
former home in Egypt and despise their present environment. They are
unable to go back and incapable of moving forward. The Land Between
explores the way in which their reactions can provide insight and
guidance on how to respond to God during our own seasons of difficult
transition. The book provides fresh biblical insight for people
traveling through undesired transitions (e.g. foreclosure, unemployment,
parents in declining health, post-graduate uncertainty, business
failure, etc.) who are looking for hope, guidance, and encouragement.
While it is possible to move through transitions and learn little, they
provide our greatest opportunity for spiritual growth. God desires to
meet us in our chaos and emotional upheaval, and he intends for us to
encounter his goodness and provision during these upsetting seasons.
So, while I live in the land between, I have a choice. I can choose to become bitter and angry and jaded as to why I have to be in the in between for so long OR I can choose well. I can choose to embrace this season, however hard and uncomfortable it as, and learn. I can look around at the scenery in the land between and find things to be thankful for, rather than finding things to be bitter about.
The reality is, this is the land between. It isn't where I am coming from. It isn't where I am going. It simply is. I can choose to deny the fact that this is the land between and miss the lessons and opportunities for me during this messy season or I can choose well. I can choose to cling to the hope.
I choose hope.
I won't always live paycheck to paycheck.
I won't always be single.
I won't always live at home with my parents.
Someday I will have a place to call my own and make as a home for my family and myself.
Someday I will work in my dream job, whether I know that it is my dream job now or not.
I will be a mom someday (as much as I fight it and say that I am not sure if I want to be a mom, I totally do.)
I won't always be in weight loss mode but will someday be in maintenance mode.
Whether you are heading into the land between, find yourself there currently (remember the Israelites were in the desert for forty years), or are on the other side of the land between, I pray that you can choose joy and hope.
I will be a mom someday (as much as I fight it and say that I am not sure if I want to be a mom, I totally do.)
I won't always be in weight loss mode but will someday be in maintenance mode.
Whether you are heading into the land between, find yourself there currently (remember the Israelites were in the desert for forty years), or are on the other side of the land between, I pray that you can choose joy and hope.
Friday, February 10, 2012
The Land Between: PART ONE
Well, here I am, almost 4 years after leaving Arizona to head to Nashville only to end up back in San Diego. 4 years ago, I was working at a church in Arizona, dreaming of Nashville, about to have my degree in hand and the world at my fingertips. Life didn't go according to plan.
For the past 4 years, I have been living, for lack of a better term, in the land between. (Thank you Jeff Manion for making this sound so much for eloquent than I ever could!) When I, ever so abruptly, left the journey to Nashville and the dream that I had of being there, I thought that I would be in San Diego for six months to a year and then move on... Life didn't go according to plan.
I spent July and August of 2008 living the unemployment dream (only I didn't collect unemployment, I lived off of the little savings that I had.) In September of 2008, I started a job at a photography studio, a job that I enjoyed but wasn't passionate about. In June 2009, I moved on to work for San Diego Unified School District, not for a job that I was excited about but for a job that gave me benefits and retirement. In September 2010, I changed jobs within SDUSD that took me to a job that I really enjoy... I make pennies but I have never called in sick because I hate my job and have never left my job hoping that I don't have to return; my worst day at this job is far better than my best day at previous jobs. It goes without saying, I don't have my dream job, and I am not sure that I even know what that is anymore, if I were being completely honest. Life didn't go according to plan.
Since being back in SD, I have church hopped like no other. For a season, I called Flood home. I will be honest, I mainly went to Flood because I had a crush on a guy that attended there. Don't get me wrong, it was a great place for me in that season of life too, so it's not like I ONLY went for him... it just helped to get me there. :) For a season, I regularly attended The Rock. Then things got a little political leading up to the campaigns in 2008 and I just couldn't hang with all of the political talk in church... it made me a little crazy, couldn't hang. For a while, I made a commitment to attend Mosaic San Diego. I REALLY like Mosaic. I like how small the gathering is. I like the music. I like how creative the community is. I just didn't feel like I fit in... I am not hip enough. These days, I find myself back at The Rock (when I go to a service), and it is a good place for me in this season. I didn't expect to leave a job a church only to find myself in a place of not having a church that I feel comfortable enough in to call it home and make it home. Life didn't go according to plan.
To go even further, life doesn't look AT ALL what I thought it would look like as I approach my 27th Birthday. Let's be real, when I was 18, starting my college career at Seattle Pacific University, I thought that I would have the coveted "ring by spring" of my senior year - hell, I thought that I would have spring of my senior year be at SPU... neither one of those things happened. I thought that I would be married with a baby either here or on the way by almost 27. I thought that I would be living in a cute apartment or tiny house, making a house a home for my family, while working at my dream job. I thought that like would be wrapped up in a pretty little bow. Life didn't go according to plan.
So, here I am, a month shy of turning 27, living life in The Land Between. I am living at home with my parents. I am single, VERY single. I barely make enough to make the minimum payments on my student loans. I attend church semi-regularly, still not at a place that I call home. Life isn't wrapped up in a pretty bow. I mean, let's be real... LIFE IS MESSY in the land between.
For the past 4 years, I have been living, for lack of a better term, in the land between. (Thank you Jeff Manion for making this sound so much for eloquent than I ever could!) When I, ever so abruptly, left the journey to Nashville and the dream that I had of being there, I thought that I would be in San Diego for six months to a year and then move on... Life didn't go according to plan.
I spent July and August of 2008 living the unemployment dream (only I didn't collect unemployment, I lived off of the little savings that I had.) In September of 2008, I started a job at a photography studio, a job that I enjoyed but wasn't passionate about. In June 2009, I moved on to work for San Diego Unified School District, not for a job that I was excited about but for a job that gave me benefits and retirement. In September 2010, I changed jobs within SDUSD that took me to a job that I really enjoy... I make pennies but I have never called in sick because I hate my job and have never left my job hoping that I don't have to return; my worst day at this job is far better than my best day at previous jobs. It goes without saying, I don't have my dream job, and I am not sure that I even know what that is anymore, if I were being completely honest. Life didn't go according to plan.
Since being back in SD, I have church hopped like no other. For a season, I called Flood home. I will be honest, I mainly went to Flood because I had a crush on a guy that attended there. Don't get me wrong, it was a great place for me in that season of life too, so it's not like I ONLY went for him... it just helped to get me there. :) For a season, I regularly attended The Rock. Then things got a little political leading up to the campaigns in 2008 and I just couldn't hang with all of the political talk in church... it made me a little crazy, couldn't hang. For a while, I made a commitment to attend Mosaic San Diego. I REALLY like Mosaic. I like how small the gathering is. I like the music. I like how creative the community is. I just didn't feel like I fit in... I am not hip enough. These days, I find myself back at The Rock (when I go to a service), and it is a good place for me in this season. I didn't expect to leave a job a church only to find myself in a place of not having a church that I feel comfortable enough in to call it home and make it home. Life didn't go according to plan.
To go even further, life doesn't look AT ALL what I thought it would look like as I approach my 27th Birthday. Let's be real, when I was 18, starting my college career at Seattle Pacific University, I thought that I would have the coveted "ring by spring" of my senior year - hell, I thought that I would have spring of my senior year be at SPU... neither one of those things happened. I thought that I would be married with a baby either here or on the way by almost 27. I thought that I would be living in a cute apartment or tiny house, making a house a home for my family, while working at my dream job. I thought that like would be wrapped up in a pretty little bow. Life didn't go according to plan.
So, here I am, a month shy of turning 27, living life in The Land Between. I am living at home with my parents. I am single, VERY single. I barely make enough to make the minimum payments on my student loans. I attend church semi-regularly, still not at a place that I call home. Life isn't wrapped up in a pretty bow. I mean, let's be real... LIFE IS MESSY in the land between.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
HAVE to share this...
I love my Google Reader and it's ability to inform me when any of the blogs that I read have a new post for me to read. It is so much better than going to a blog in hopes of a new post and being disappointed. I just love it.
What I love even more, is what I login to find that GoodWomenProject or LaurenNicoleLove are marked in BOLD and have new posts for me to read. Don't get me wrong, I love it when ANY of the blogs that I read have new posts, I just really love what is said on these two blogs and the words often stir something in my soul. I like it. :)
Today is no different.
I signed into my Google Reader (for the third time this morning) in hopes of finding a new post and there it was! LAURENNICOLELOVE had a new post! I got the biggest smile on my face and was just so excited to dive in and read it.
You see, Lauren runs the site GoodWomenProject that I posted about on Monday. I don't know her, so I can't speak to who she is in real life, but I can say that what I see on her blog is good stuff. She appears to be good people. She shares from her heart. She loves Jesus. She speaks the uncomfortable truths that we, so often, don't want to face. She pushes her readers to be whole. I just like what she has to say.
Today's post is no different from the others in that it stirred something inside me.
Now, before you jump down my throat and tell me that I can, read her post.
Then you will understand.
What I love even more, is what I login to find that GoodWomenProject or LaurenNicoleLove are marked in BOLD and have new posts for me to read. Don't get me wrong, I love it when ANY of the blogs that I read have new posts, I just really love what is said on these two blogs and the words often stir something in my soul. I like it. :)
Today is no different.
I signed into my Google Reader (for the third time this morning) in hopes of finding a new post and there it was! LAURENNICOLELOVE had a new post! I got the biggest smile on my face and was just so excited to dive in and read it.
You see, Lauren runs the site GoodWomenProject that I posted about on Monday. I don't know her, so I can't speak to who she is in real life, but I can say that what I see on her blog is good stuff. She appears to be good people. She shares from her heart. She loves Jesus. She speaks the uncomfortable truths that we, so often, don't want to face. She pushes her readers to be whole. I just like what she has to say.
Today's post is no different from the others in that it stirred something inside me.
I can't.
Now, before you jump down my throat and tell me that I can, read her post.
Then you will understand.
You can't.
I can't.
We can't.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Scents and Smells
I already know that I may very well be SCREWED when (and if) I get pregnant, being that it is said that your senses are heightened, especially your sense of smell.
You see, I am already INCREDIBLY SENSITIVE to, even the faintest, of smells.
- If someone has stinky feet, I smell them, almost immediately, and will be totally aware of it until we part ways.
- If someone is wearing a really yummy cologne, I can't stop breathing through my nose so as to keep getting a whiff.
- If someone is wearing old lady perfume, I am reminded of all of the old Portuguese ladies at Cabrillo Club dinners.
- If I smell a Star Gazer Lily, I can't help but think of Festa Sunday.
- If someone is wearing Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue perfume, I can't help but think of my friend Faith and a few others that wear the scent.
- If I get a whiff of Patchouli Oil, I think of Brian Wurzell and how he would wear it, hug me, and I would inevitably smell like Patchouli Oil ALL DAY after.
- The smell of a redwood deck in the sun will FOREVER remind me of the Young Life camps Woodleaf and Oakbridge. Not sure why it doesn't remind me of the countless others, but it only reminds me of those two.
- The smell of VW Bugs and Jettas will always remind of melted crayons.
- The smell of cream of mushroom soup makes me want to vomit... there is no other way to say it.
- There is nothing that screams summer more than the smell of fresh strawberries.
Thus, it got me thinking about smells and the power they have to take us somewhere, remind us of someone, make us sick, make us laugh, and even make us cry.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Good Women Project
A while ago, my dear friend Katelynn told me about a blog that she reads called Good Women Project.
I must say, I LOVE it when my Google Reader shows me that there is a new post to read on this blog. I love that the entries come from different people at different places in life with different perspectives on life and all that it entails. More than that, I love that it's whole purpose is to help women to be as they were created to be. Check out their mission statement...
I must say, I LOVE it when my Google Reader shows me that there is a new post to read on this blog. I love that the entries come from different people at different places in life with different perspectives on life and all that it entails. More than that, I love that it's whole purpose is to help women to be as they were created to be. Check out their mission statement...
We exist to restore a woman’s identity as God created her to be.
We want to help you re-define what a good woman is, and remind you
that you were created with everything it takes. Too many of us have
given up on being a good woman, and it cannot remain this way.
We are adamant believers that good women have the most fun, the best sex, and most fulfilling lives.
We want you to experience this.
While we expect to continually evolve and expand, our current
priority is tackling the issues buried deep in relationships, family,
identity, and sex.
We share women’s stories on an infinite number of related topics that
will give you a glimpse into other lives, young and old – making sure
that you aren’t alone in your struggle to be a good woman. It’s hard, we
know, and we can’t do it alone.
Our generation of women is in the midst of an identity crisis.
Women struggle to stand up for ourselves; to wait, fight for, and
identify good men. We struggle to see ourselves as we were created to
be. We struggle to move out of our past and into our future. We get
stuck in sub-par relationships, and the majority of us don’t have
parents with healthy marriages to go to for advice.
We’ve been wrestling through taboo topics on our own, and very few women are being mentored or mentoring others. This stops here.
Good Women Project is stepping out and starting a conversation with
good women who share their pasts and presents with us. Most of life is
trial and error, but some things (like picking the man you’ll be sexing
up for the rest of your life) cry out for wisdom found in an honest
community of experienced women.
We believe in being a place of trust, honesty, and encouragement.
We know you are in desperate need of breaking the silence, and knowing
that you aren’t alone. We know you need grace, and not judgement;
empathy, and not misunderstanding. We know you need to be encouraged to
keep up the good fight.
We believe in reality.
As women, we are inundated
with romance novels and chick flicks, and the Good Women Project desires
to deliver reality – the GOOD reality – to your kitchen table, your
office space, and your bedroom.
We believe in truth, healing, and faith.
That
nothing is impossible for God, when we let Him slough off the dirt of
our past and fight to become the women the world needs us to be. You
have kick ass hopes for your future, full of moving and shaking- so
we’re not going to repeat your grandmother’s advice back to you. But you
will find wisdom and truth here.
We believe in differences.
We know you aren’t
exactly like everybody else, and that’s why we share stories from every
kind of woman with every kind of past. Truth is one-size-fits-all, but
you are not. And we respect that, and love it.
We believe in hard questions.
We promise to ask and
answer the hard questions, the funny questions, the bedroom questions,
and the I-can’t-believe-you-just-asked-that questions.
Join us as we stop the bitching and the biting, and bring good women back to life.
It is about US. It is about me. It is about you. Ultimately, it is ALSO about US.
I never consider his (whoever he is) feelings. I only think about ME and how I feel and how crappy it is that I am still single. I, without even thinking about it, have made it ALL about me.
What about him?
What about his feelings?
What about the fact that he has to be brave and risk?
What about the fact that he has to pay for the date?
What about the fact that his heart has probably been broken and rejected too?
All this to say, today's post on GWP has left me thinking about so much.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Calgon...
... TAKE ME AWAY.
Can't believe it has been almost two years since I was taking in the beauty of The Bahamas.
Time for another adventure!
Dreaming of somewhere tropical.
Somewhere with crystal clear water.
Somewhere with white sand beaches.
Can't believe it has been almost two years since I was taking in the beauty of The Bahamas.
Time for another adventure!
Jamaica? Hawaii? Mexico?
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Me Day
Every once in a while a "Me Day" is not only wanted BUT very necessary. Yesterday was one of those days.
I didn't sleep well the night before. Thanks to Aunt Flo, I was doubled over in pain, feeling like I was going to die (I know, the dramatics of being a female... so glamorous). My heart was feeling broken. I just needed a Me Day, PRONTO. So, I took one! I let work know that I wasn't coming in and I took the day for myself.
I stayed in bed all morning, catching up on Grey's and Parenthood on DVR. Let me tell you, rest REALLY IS the best medicine. Along with the DVR marathon and rest and relaxation time, I got to catch up with my BFF, which is ALWAYS good for the soul. There is something about the words of a BFF to help mend the heart and head.
By noon, I was feeling much more like myself, a bruised and battered version, but like myself nonetheless. I ventured out into the backyard and soaked up some sun while listening to my Heartbroken playlist and reading The Furious Longing of God. Sunshine, fresh air, music that acts as a soundtrack to your emotions, and a good book, I believe, are gifts from God that I am INCREDIBLY thankful for.
As evening approached, I felt even better. I went to the gym for my usual sweat session, which helped in the healing process even further. As they say, running is cheaper than therapy. Don't get me wrong, I think EVERYONE should be in therapy, not necessarily at all times, but chances are, if you think you don't need it, you need it the most. BUT... working out is a good form of therapy. It is time during which you are doing something for YOU, to better YOU... it matters.
I didn't sleep well the night before. Thanks to Aunt Flo, I was doubled over in pain, feeling like I was going to die (I know, the dramatics of being a female... so glamorous). My heart was feeling broken. I just needed a Me Day, PRONTO. So, I took one! I let work know that I wasn't coming in and I took the day for myself.
I stayed in bed all morning, catching up on Grey's and Parenthood on DVR. Let me tell you, rest REALLY IS the best medicine. Along with the DVR marathon and rest and relaxation time, I got to catch up with my BFF, which is ALWAYS good for the soul. There is something about the words of a BFF to help mend the heart and head.
By noon, I was feeling much more like myself, a bruised and battered version, but like myself nonetheless. I ventured out into the backyard and soaked up some sun while listening to my Heartbroken playlist and reading The Furious Longing of God. Sunshine, fresh air, music that acts as a soundtrack to your emotions, and a good book, I believe, are gifts from God that I am INCREDIBLY thankful for.
As evening approached, I felt even better. I went to the gym for my usual sweat session, which helped in the healing process even further. As they say, running is cheaper than therapy. Don't get me wrong, I think EVERYONE should be in therapy, not necessarily at all times, but chances are, if you think you don't need it, you need it the most. BUT... working out is a good form of therapy. It is time during which you are doing something for YOU, to better YOU... it matters.
All this to say, when was the last time you took a day for YOU? Not necessarily a day off from work, but just a day where you spent the day with yourself, with NO agenda... just to be? If you can't remember the last time, I would encourage you to schedule one ASAP. If you have never taken one, I would encourage you, even further, to schedule one SUPER ASAP. Before you can even think about taking care of someone else, you need to learn how to properly take care of yourself.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Happy Anniversary
It was one year ago TODAY that I took a stand and decided to do something about my weight.
Going to the gym a couple of times a week while eating my body weight in California Burritos wasn't working anymore. Well, let's be honest... it never worked. I had never dieted. Ever. I had tried to be "more conscious" of what I was eating at one point when I was 21 but that lasted for about a week... MAYBE a week. I just never cared enough to really do something to change.
Being completely honest, I was comfortable in my role as the "funny fat friend". I used every excuse in the book. I said, on MANY occasions that I will "never be a size 2, it isn't how my body is made". I made countless comments about how it is "unhealthy looking to be that skinny" when referring to girls who were simply healthy. I didn't understand why there were so many "skinny" girls at the gym. I had SO MANY mental blocks about my weight and how a healthy lifestyle could work for me.
So, last in December of 2010, I saw a picture of myself that shocked me. I didn't realize just how big I had gotten. Now, don't get me wrong, I am well aware that I wasn't this morbidly obese person but I was big, too big for my body. I decided that I needed to do something, and fast if I wanted any chance at being healthy.
For the first few weeks of January I kept a journal of everything I ate and how many calories I consumed. I didn't have a goal in mind. I didn't really change any of my eating habits. I simply wanted to be aware of what I was eating. To say that I was appalled would be a gross understatement. On any given day, I could consume 3,000 calories or more. I would eat things without blinking an eye. Like I said, I loves me some California Burritos.
I have some very dear friends that have been incredible successful with the Weight Watchers program so I knew enough about it to know that it was something that I could do. I didn't have to buy a certain food. I didn't have to say goodbye to bread (which let's be honest, I am Portuguese, that ain't happening any time soon). I could eat what I want, I just needed to be more mindful of what it was that I was eating.
So, on January 26, 2011, I took the first step toward a healthier (and a much happier) me. I walked into my very first Weight Watchers meeting and I haven't missed a single meeting! Yes, you read that right! EVERY WEDNESDAY, for the past YEAR... I have gone and weighed in at Weight Watchers.
The leader at the meeting that I attend is unbelievable. She is this little spit-fire of a lady with crazy curly hair and more energy than any one person should have. (To be a leader in WW, you have to have been successful with the program yourself.) She shares stories that have helped her to be successful and stories about when it was really hard for her. She helps you to remember that this is a JOURNEY. It takes time but it is SO worth it.
Since joining Weight Watchers I have also become much more intentional with my work out regime. In the beginning it was because I wanted to earn as many activity points as possible and not use them. It was a game for me. :) The game has become a way of life. I work out 5-7 days a week and feel like an absolute sloth if I go more than a day without being active in some way. In August, I got a trainer and I couldn't be more thankful that I have made that investment. Don't get me wrong, it ain't cheap but I can't think of a better way to spend the little disposable income that I do have. I am smaller, stronger, and healthier than I have ever been in my whole life.
So, here I am, a year later... 34.4 pounds lighter and continuing on the journey. There are days when it isa piece of cake a cake walk easy as pie pretty easy and then there are days that are really tough. BUT... everyday is a NEW day. EVERY DAY I get to make the choices necessary to continue on this journey. Again, I will be honest, some days it is really hard to choose well with my eating... Doughnuts and California Burritos are just too good to resist. BUT, that is the beautiful thing about WW... I CAN have those things... but I just have them about once every 6 months, not 4 times a week. :)
Going to the gym a couple of times a week while eating my body weight in California Burritos wasn't working anymore. Well, let's be honest... it never worked. I had never dieted. Ever. I had tried to be "more conscious" of what I was eating at one point when I was 21 but that lasted for about a week... MAYBE a week. I just never cared enough to really do something to change.
Being completely honest, I was comfortable in my role as the "funny fat friend". I used every excuse in the book. I said, on MANY occasions that I will "never be a size 2, it isn't how my body is made". I made countless comments about how it is "unhealthy looking to be that skinny" when referring to girls who were simply healthy. I didn't understand why there were so many "skinny" girls at the gym. I had SO MANY mental blocks about my weight and how a healthy lifestyle could work for me.
So, last in December of 2010, I saw a picture of myself that shocked me. I didn't realize just how big I had gotten. Now, don't get me wrong, I am well aware that I wasn't this morbidly obese person but I was big, too big for my body. I decided that I needed to do something, and fast if I wanted any chance at being healthy.
For the first few weeks of January I kept a journal of everything I ate and how many calories I consumed. I didn't have a goal in mind. I didn't really change any of my eating habits. I simply wanted to be aware of what I was eating. To say that I was appalled would be a gross understatement. On any given day, I could consume 3,000 calories or more. I would eat things without blinking an eye. Like I said, I loves me some California Burritos.
I have some very dear friends that have been incredible successful with the Weight Watchers program so I knew enough about it to know that it was something that I could do. I didn't have to buy a certain food. I didn't have to say goodbye to bread (which let's be honest, I am Portuguese, that ain't happening any time soon). I could eat what I want, I just needed to be more mindful of what it was that I was eating.
So, on January 26, 2011, I took the first step toward a healthier (and a much happier) me. I walked into my very first Weight Watchers meeting and I haven't missed a single meeting! Yes, you read that right! EVERY WEDNESDAY, for the past YEAR... I have gone and weighed in at Weight Watchers.
The leader at the meeting that I attend is unbelievable. She is this little spit-fire of a lady with crazy curly hair and more energy than any one person should have. (To be a leader in WW, you have to have been successful with the program yourself.) She shares stories that have helped her to be successful and stories about when it was really hard for her. She helps you to remember that this is a JOURNEY. It takes time but it is SO worth it.
Since joining Weight Watchers I have also become much more intentional with my work out regime. In the beginning it was because I wanted to earn as many activity points as possible and not use them. It was a game for me. :) The game has become a way of life. I work out 5-7 days a week and feel like an absolute sloth if I go more than a day without being active in some way. In August, I got a trainer and I couldn't be more thankful that I have made that investment. Don't get me wrong, it ain't cheap but I can't think of a better way to spend the little disposable income that I do have. I am smaller, stronger, and healthier than I have ever been in my whole life.
So, here I am, a year later... 34.4 pounds lighter and continuing on the journey. There are days when it is
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
My dear friend Megan has posted this photo on her blog and on instagram this week and it stirred something in me.
This is what God says,
the God who builds a road right through the ocean,
who carves a path through pounding waves,
The God who summons horses and chariots and armies—
they lie down and then can't get up;
they're snuffed out like so many candles:
"Forget about what's happened;
don't keep going over old history.
Be alert, be present. I'm about to do something brand-new.
It's bursting out! Don't you see it?
There it is! I'm making a road through the desert,
rivers in the badlands.
Wild animals will say 'Thank you!'
—the coyotes and the buzzards—
Because I provided water in the desert,
rivers through the sun-baked earth,
Drinking water for the people I chose,
the people I made especially for myself,
a people custom-made to praise me."
Isaiah 43:16-21
The Message
I can't help but be filled with great hope reading that passage!
FORGET ABOUT WHAT'S HAPPENED... BE ALERT, BE PRESENT...
I AM ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING BRAND-NEW.
Amazing.
It is my hope and prayer that this passage stirs something in you the way that it has in me.
This photo has been haunting me. I have been going back to it over and over again to read the words that God spoke.
This morning I read it again and HAD to see how Eugene Peterson translated it in The Message.
Here it is...
This is what God says,
the God who builds a road right through the ocean,
who carves a path through pounding waves,
The God who summons horses and chariots and armies—
they lie down and then can't get up;
they're snuffed out like so many candles:
"Forget about what's happened;
don't keep going over old history.
Be alert, be present. I'm about to do something brand-new.
It's bursting out! Don't you see it?
There it is! I'm making a road through the desert,
rivers in the badlands.
Wild animals will say 'Thank you!'
—the coyotes and the buzzards—
Because I provided water in the desert,
rivers through the sun-baked earth,
Drinking water for the people I chose,
the people I made especially for myself,
a people custom-made to praise me."
Isaiah 43:16-21
The Message
I can't help but be filled with great hope reading that passage!
FORGET ABOUT WHAT'S HAPPENED... BE ALERT, BE PRESENT...
I AM ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING BRAND-NEW.
Amazing.
It is my hope and prayer that this passage stirs something in you the way that it has in me.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Jason Wu for Target
I am not a label lady.
I don't care what the tags on my tops or jeans say. Of course, I like a good designer pair of jeans or fancy blouse, but I don't care to pay the price.
Ever since the lovely Michelle Obama wore a Jason Wu gown at the Inauguration Ball in 2008, I have been intrigued with his designs.
I love that the styles are feminine, classy, and timeless. I just like his style. :)
This morning I was doing my usual morning routine of checking out the new on MSNBC. I looked through local, national, business, health and entertainment news as normal. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw THIS headline.
YES, you read that right. JASON WU has a line coming to Target. I might be behind in finding this out but I am one excited lady! I am not planning on going all crazy like some people did for Missoni but I do hope to snag a few pieces.
I am in love with this outfit.
I WANT!
The blouse. The skirt. The bag.
YES PLEASE!!!
I don't care what the tags on my tops or jeans say. Of course, I like a good designer pair of jeans or fancy blouse, but I don't care to pay the price.
Ever since the lovely Michelle Obama wore a Jason Wu gown at the Inauguration Ball in 2008, I have been intrigued with his designs.
I love that the styles are feminine, classy, and timeless. I just like his style. :)
This morning I was doing my usual morning routine of checking out the new on MSNBC. I looked through local, national, business, health and entertainment news as normal. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw THIS headline.
YES, you read that right. JASON WU has a line coming to Target. I might be behind in finding this out but I am one excited lady! I am not planning on going all crazy like some people did for Missoni but I do hope to snag a few pieces.
I am in love with this outfit.
I WANT!
The blouse. The skirt. The bag.
YES PLEASE!!!
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