Desiderata

My toes are freezing! Why are my toes always freezing?! I've got a super legit space heater rotating in my room, set for 2 hours to make falling asleep manageable. Yet my feet freeze.  Today was FULL. I woke up early. Earlier than everyone else at my parents' house. The house was quiet, full of heavy breathing, but eerily quiet. Baby wasn't even stirring. Brie was contently snoozing beside me in my childhood room. The room is spare at this point in time, due to changing tenants over the past few years. My grandad lived there for about a year, but now he is dating a younger woman named Sharon and they live down by the beach, which he loves and it suits him perfectly. Brits love to bask in the sun and he is no exception. Now, Andrew and Amanda live in that room because Forrest has pretty much taken over Amanda's room. So whenever I go home, I end up sleeping on the couch downstairs. I don't really mind, but it does bring up a lot of funny feelings when I do end up...

I get a little tired of all the new year's related posts that surface on January 1st...nevertheless, here I am writing one of my own. Is this really just another day, or is it truly an opportunity to reflect and remark about the past year? I suppose it's a little of both, so I'll jump on the bandwagon and make a few comments about the past year and what I'm looking forward to for the next. This past year was REMARKABLY superior to 2013. For me, 2013 was full of dark, incomparable heartbreak, and in all honesty--it was the worst year of my entire life (with the huge, HUGE, exception of my darling nephew being born). Thankfully, 2014 brought with it--a fresh outlook on life, a somewhat solid yoga practice, an increasingly reliable group of friends and a real sense of community in LA, a relationship with Forrest that means the world to me, a new chapter in my relationship with Shane, plentiful travel opportunities and consistent quality time with my family (most notab...

Hello, semi-faithful blog readers. I was posting pretty consistently for a while there, then I just fell off the grid. Where did I go? Honestly, I don't know. But I'm back and feeling like I'm gonna be spending a little more quality time here again. I've got that writing and reflecting bug. I hear it's going around... I like hangovers. I know, I know, I know...you probably think I'm insane, but let me explain. I don't like those gnarly hangovers (the pukey, headachey, wobbly, I-think-I'm-still-drunk kind of hangovers), but I like the mellow ones. The ones where you feel just icky enough to not want to drink again for a while. I like these baby hangovers because they serve as a reminder and act as an incentive to re-evaluate some of my not-so-great habits. For instance, feeling slight shitty today made me think about my general health. It's sufficient, but I could be taking WAY better care of myself. Then I was like, okay, I haven't been to t...