Get centered

(Riverfront Park today. Heavenly.)

Last night brought me to the end of another frantic week, and as I sat down to write a long overdue blog update, I found myself instead sinking into my couch cushions, feeling the gravitational pull of my body weight toward the floor and taking a deep, restful breath for the first time in what felt like weeks. It’s been nuts over here, folks, and your introverted, introspective blogger-friend has had very little time for self-reflection or self-care. After staring at the blank WordPress screen for a few minutes, with no idea how I was or what I was thinking or what I should write about, I shut the computer and decided it was time to do some things that are good for me, to get reconnected with my heart.

I went to the gym and felt my body work hard and well. My heart pumped, my legs and arms moved purposefully, my muscles contracted, my back stretched.

I came home and made some kick-ass guacamole. And ate a lot of it right then and there.

I opened my journal and wrote about dating, and what a weird, confusing, exciting, awkward, intimidating, empowering process it is. Continue reading

Catch up

Hello, blog. It’s been a while.  I started writing 4 different posts this week, and published none. I guess my mind has been a little scattered.

So I’m going to keep it simple here.

I am busy, but regaining sanity.

The anniversary of the end of my marriage is less than 3 weeks away. I can feel it approaching, almost like there’s some sort of muscle memory attached to it. It doesn’t exactly feel sad or bad, but heavy. Weighty. Big. I am aware of how much I have been through, how much hurt was in my life one year ago, and of the fact that this will always be a part of my story. It feels like that was a different lifetime, or a dream, yet the memories and scars are very real. Continue reading

Read books that speak to you, pt. 2

After a long resistance, I have jumped on the Eat Pray Love bandwagon.

Well, sort of.

I wasn’t so much actively resisting reading it as I was waiting until I had absolutely nothing else on the bookshelf that sounded remotely appealing. I must admit that the whole travel-the-world-solo-in-search-of-yourself concept has intrigued me since a friend first told me about the book several years ago, but any time I see “#1 New York Times Bestseller” on the cover of anything, I get all snobby and assume that it has too much mass appeal to be very thought-provoking.  I tend to categorize bestsellers as literary junk food and store them on the same mental shelf as summer blockbuster movies and Top 40 music, both of which can be good for a rainy day, but are not usually the first thing I pick up. Continue reading

Know when enough is enough

I have had an awesome weekend; a very social weekend. I got to spend time with many of my favorite people in Spokane. Some great conversations happened over hot toddy, coffee, wine, and apple cider during the past 48 hours, and my soul was fed through all of them. I feel grateful to have such a number of phenomenal people in my life. Little ol’ introverted me is tiiiiiiiired, though, now that the festivities have ended.

So I find myself alone in my apartment, sitting on my couch, dressed like this after leaving a Halloween party early:

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