adios january.

I cannot believe that January is over already. Technically we have 14 hours left, but still…

Just like that we’re 1/12 of the way through 2014 and what do I have to show for it?!

Things I’ve accomplished in January:

  1. I’ve been to the gym on average 4.2 times a week (mostly at 5:00 a.m. – ouch)
  2. I’ve helped the boy install 6 of 11 sets of blinds in the new house!
  3. I’ve made a dozen cupcakes that disappeared in 3 days
  4. I’ve cooked approximately 22 dinners & packed tons of lunches
  5. I enjoyed 1 snow day where I discovered the wonderful nectar of the gods, also known as coconut oil
  6. I’ve watched 2 seasons of Raising Hope, 1.25 seasons of Friends, 2 episodes of Breaking Bad and I’m currently caught up on Downton Abbey season 4
  7. I’ve read 4 books
  8. I spent 3.5 hours navigating the nightmare that is known as IKEA
  9. I spent 2.75 days in Virginia
  10. I’ve sent 7 pieces of mail
  11. I lost $286.92 to Sheetz and the Moozda’s constant hunger for gas
  12. I’ve saved the $26 required for the 52-week money challenge (hi, mom!)
  13. I fed Henry* once – his feedings are the boy’s responsibility because his food stinks and the last time I fed him he regurgitated his food and began pooping within 30 seconds of me feeding him

So there are the numbers of my month. Now to take on February, the best month ever! 🙂

*Henry is our orange African Cichlid – he kind of looks like a goldfish, but he’s shy…except for when he poops and pukes. Shane likes fish. It’s weird.



I’m incredibly lazy. Case in point, the frequency of the updates on this blog. I’m not the kind of lazy where I lay on the couch in sweatpants for days on end. Nor am I the kind of lazy who uses the floor as a shelf for everything. However, I am the kind of lazy that sneaks up on you. The kind that says “Oh, you don’t really need to put on your make-up or fix your hair today” and “It’s a little too chilly outside this morning, don’t worry about going to the gym.”

It’s good that I’ve identified this though. I’ve learned that as long as I have a plan in place, I can overcome the urge to be lazy. This means writing a meal plan for the week so I’m not tempted by delicious Chinese take-out or my emotional eating trigger known as Papa John’s garlic parmesan breadsticks. It means pulling out everything I need to get ready in the morning before I start getting ready.

So why am I talking about all of this?

Since December 30, I’ve been going to the gym. It’s been an adjustment. I have to force myself to get out of bed at 4:45 in the morning, and if my workout gear is not laid out the night before I tend to talk myself out of going. Once I’m there, I’m usually good to go as long as I’m on a machine that I know how to operate. I finally feel like I’m mastering the laziness that has conquered my attitude about myself, my body image and my enthusiasm for life. My body now trumps my mind when I get on the treadmill and just try to walk for 20 minutes. Before I know it, I’m running and I’ve  burned 250 calories. I feel better about myself and I’m starting see the calf muscles I used to have in my soccer playing days.

Here’s to fighting off the lazy demons! Oh, and I think I’ve decided to run the Disney Princess Half Marathon in 2015. It’s on my 25th birthday after all. 🙂


I have a routine in the mornings and I get a little grumbly if that routine gets messed up. I’m my father’s daughter, what can I say? This routine happens in the following order:

  1. 45 minute gym session
  2. Shower/primp for the day
  3. Brew a cup of coffee & take my vitamins
  4. Make lunch, if I didn’t make it the night before
  5. Make breakfast
  6. Eat breakfast, drink coffee & catch up on my Pinterest/Facebook posts I missed in the past 12 or so hours
  7. Clean up & go to work

This morning I was in the middle of breakfast and skimming Facebook when I found a friend’s link to an article titled “Life Won’t Begin at Your Next Milestone.

As much as I would like to say it hit me like a ton of bricks, I think it was more of God saying that I’m right to think that being discontent with this stage of my life is ridiculous.

What do I mean by that? Well, as a child, you can’t help but compare your things with other kids’ things. You want your toys & gadgets to be just as cool, if not cooler, than everyone else’s. You want your clothes to be the “right” style and brand. But as a young adult, I’m starting to compare my life experiences with everyone else’s. From my point of view, this thought process has left me feeling lost. I have compared my life experiences with my peers and felt like an outcast because those experiences haven’t involved partying or one night stands. On the other hand, my life experiences don’t match those of my professional colleagues because I’m so much younger than everyone else.

All of this comparing really made me feel like I wouldn’t be complete until I got a second degree, or got married or was older than 25. But this article confirmed all of those second thoughts I had about my original logic. You see, in the back of my mind I was telling myself, “Enjoy the moment” and “You’re not them”. My conscience was doing double time to calm me down and reassure me that the moments I’m experiencing right now are making me into the person I need/want to be so that those milestones that I’m waiting for are even better than I can imagine.

I guess what all of this means to me is that I need to stop rushing to the next moment, the next achievement, the next milestone and enjoy the experience. The joy is in the journey.

Oh, and my little page-a-day calendar aptly said today:

“I avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.” -Charlotte Bronte

Monday, monday.

I updated the chalkboard in my office first thing this morning! Take that, new year’s resolution!


Now the true test of the day will be resisting the candy bowl my colleague insisted on replenishing. I’m in trouble.


Yesterday, I had three different people stop by my office to check on the status of my left hand.

“I see there’s no rock on your left hand yet.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t get engaged over the holiday.”

“I really thought it would happen on New Year’s Eve.”

Umm, is something going on that I’m unaware of? Why is it that I’m constantly asked when I’m going to get married? Why not ask how my classes are going because I’ve been with my MBA program a lot longer than I’ve been with the boy.

Then as I was telling him about the craziness as we were cooking dinner together, he looked at me and said “Clearly, I know better than to propose on a holiday…especially Christmas.”



Fancy meeting you here, stranger. It looks like we’ve made it to another year. Another 365 days (364 – I’m a day behind)  ahead of us and a blank slate. I spent day 1 sealing grout and unpacking things my boyfriend hasn’t used in 6-8 months, and I’m thankful that he is finally in a place he can call his own (and I’m just a little thankful that I get to help decorate it).

I’ve seen lots of these going around the interwebs and I’m a sucker for a good list, so instead of resolutions I’m going to list 14 things I want to do this year. I know, I know, I did this with my birthday last year, but 14 is a bit more manageable. #givemeabreak

  1. Invest more time and energy into myself versus material things – this means spending money on a gym instead of Kate Spade bags
  2. Stick to my budget every month.
  3. Do 24 random acts of kindness in honor of my 24th birthday.
  4. Start a Blessings Jar to be opened on New Year’s Eve.
  5. Dance more.
  6. Read more books – put that Kindle Paperwhite to good use!
  7. Have more fun.
  8. Keep things organized.
  9. Change the quote on my office chalkboard once a week.
  10. Do some serious condensing in the amount of clothes, shoes, stuff I own.
  11. Make my bed every day – let’s be real, a neat bed makes for a happy day.
  12. Stop using my introvert tendencies as a crutch.
  13. Stop hiding from cameras.
  14. Have more adventures!