always be reading something | always be learning something | always be creating something
- reading: Eight Hundred Grapes by Laura Dave
- learning: brushing up on my work skills
- creating: our wedding album (two years later)
Back in the days when I had a painful commute down 90 in Chicago and sat in agony in bumper to bumper traffic on a daily basis, podcasts may have saved my life. Here are some worth listening to from beginning to end:
1. Serial – Season 1
Like many others, this is how I entered the world of podcasts. I heard good things so I gave it a try and it was worth it. For those who still don’t know, it’s a murder investigation based on a case of young girl murdered more than 15 years ago.
2. Missing Richard Simmons
I just finished this one and Richard Simmons is so so so fascinating to me now. He’s on my list of people/places/things to Google incessantly until I have an unhealthy amount of knowledge on the subject. I’m a fan.
So I gave in to this new podcast simply because they were very obviously marketing towards fans of Serial. I’ll admit I fell asleep through a portion of it — partly because I was trying to listen on a red eye flight and a little because I couldn’t seem to get totally into it. Overall though, it’s a beautifully told yet devastating story about a very interesting person.
4. Millenial – Season 1
This podcast was just so darn relatable when I first heard it that I couldn’t stop listening. It’s basically reading the mind of every 20-something out there trying to figure their life out.
Today I don’t feel like I’m helping enough people.
Three things to make the bad days better:
I convinced myself that I didn’t have enough hobbies and decided I needed a garden. Ha. I know nothing about growing anything, and this couldn’t be more clear as I was standing in the garden section at Home Depot, basically having a panic attack. I almost yelled “ABORT!” until my much more level-headed husband calmly spoke to an employee and eased my nerves enough for us to go home with some cute flowers and a sensible window box.
Just in case I’m not the only one who decides to dive into gardening without a clue, I thought I’d share some things I’ve learned so far:
I’ll be posting updates on my tiny garden. More to come!
There’s something magical about the idea of “doing less.” It seems so unheard of and unattainable nowadays that it feels like a faraway a dream; one that I definitely have often. Lately, it’s been feeling like a dream that will never ever come true, so I’m starting to wonder: is that really what I want? It sounds wonderful, but I don’t think so. What I really want is to do more — of what I love.
There’s a lot of things I want to (and should) do less of, but in reality, the “don’t”s and the “won’t”s and the “shouldn’t”s don’t seem to be cutting it for me. So new approach: decide what I want to do more of and just do that. I figure if I focus on what I love, I won’t feel the need to do less. So here is what I’d like to do more of:
I’m putting a plan in place to “do more.” We’ll see how it goes.
I remember the day I fell in love with the Earth.
I’m embarrassed to admit that it wasn’t that long ago. Even after years of childhood summers spent climbing trees, skipping rocks, and picking dandelions, I don’t think I fully appreciated nature until my early 20’s, when on a sibling trip to visit my sister in Seattle, we went hiking. The moment I stepped on that trail, I was changed forever.
I don’t remember exactly where we were, but I remember how I felt and that was everything. I was energized and alive. I felt every breath and every breath felt more real than it ever had before. And while my heart was racing, my mind was calm. That’s what struck me the most. Calmness is a rarity for my overthinking, over-anxious mind.
I’m always on the lookout for things that stop me in my tracks — things that calm my mind and soothe my soul. Nothing does this more for me than the beauty of this planet. I am happiest when I am outside, taking it all in. Please keep her beautiful forever.
Soo, I realize it’s Monday and the weekend is over, but I still wanted to share some things I found last week. We’ve had a crazy past few days apartment hunting and spending time with family. We’re back to Chicago today and ready for more moving madness.
Originally written on January 29, 2016.
There are very few moments in my life where I really stopped to think about the meaning of a word. Today is one of them. Bittersweet — a word I love and hate at the same time, just like it’s meant to be.
Today was my last day with a company I’ve grown with and grown to love. It will always be my first, my home, and my beginning. I picture myself looking back at these times fondly in the future, thinking “this is where it all began…” (I often think of myself as an old lady looking back…it puts things into perspective).
In the near future though, I see myself as an adventurer. In the next couple of weeks, we will be making our way across the country for me to pursue a new job. With a new company. In a new state. Whoa.
I also legally changed my name earlier this week so I am in massive life change overload. I don’t know what having an identity crisis is like, but I think I might be close.
So that’s what’s coming up. BIG THINGS. And I’ll be sharing it all on here.
Life is exciting.