I love airports. I tend to arrive hours before my flight, not because I’m stressed or afraid I’ll miss my flight, but because I love airports. I like to take my time, wander around the shops, stop for breakfast, get some coffee, and let the excitement and anticipation build. I don’t, however, love flying. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray like crazy during take off and landing, gripping the armrests and hoping for no bumps. I keep my seatbelt on all the time. I freak out at the tiniest bit of turbulence. I tend to be bored, anxious, and… Read More
I’m going to come right out and say it: You are worth celebrating. I get so caught up in alarm clocks and checklists, coffee and rushing out the door, working and writing, cooking and exercising, and small grouping and talking. We do important work. We talk about important things. Matters of faith, growth, vulnerability. We do life and we admit our failures and we try to be better. We keep on reaching and doing and growing. And it’s good. We should be growing. We were not made to be stagnant. But that doesn’t mean we can’t do a little celebrating… Read More
This is part 5 of a TBT Travel Series: A Taste of California. Check out these posts on why I picked California, how I saved money on travel, the magic of hiking in Malibu, and why you shouldn’t miss the Getty Villa. Assuming that Los Angeles would have the most to see and do, we made this the longest leg of our California trip. We allocated 3 days to LA, 2 to Yosemite, and 1 measly day to San Francisco. I’ll weep about this another day. As it turns out, I am not an LA person. I’m not sure what makes one an LA… Read More
I think by now we’re all aware that I love a good purge. There’s something incredibly refreshing about cleansing my home from the extra stuff and clutter and junk that was weighing me down. Sometimes I look at the giant pile of stuff I’m getting rid of and I have to wonder, Where the heck did all of this fit before? Real answer: it didn’t. I had just stuffed everything further and further into the cabinets or put things where they didn’t belong. For many years, I was stuck in a cycle of of purging, accumulating, snapping, purging, over and… Read More
I have a love-hate relationship with all-inclusive resorts. I’ve stayed at two, both in Mexico—Dreams Puerto Vallarata and the Valentin Imperial Maya in Riviera Maya. Both resorts were truly top-notch in almost every way, so the “hate” part of this equation is not at all based on a negative experience at either resort. On the contrary, most of the reasons why I love all-inclusives come from the fact that both resorts were remarkably pleasant and luxurious.
It’s usually not until the first rays of spring sunshine come streaming through my window, until I feel the first bit of warmth on my skin, that I realize just how low my spirits dipped during the winter. I tend to let my home get a little dirtier in winter because I just don’t have the energy or motivation to keep it all together. The darkness hides the dust anyway, right? But what about my heart? Does the darkness of winter hide the cobwebs that creep into my soul? Or do I just choose to ignore them, hoping that no… Read More
If you ever find yourself in LA, you absolutely must make the trip to Malibu to visit the Getty Villa. Admission is free; all you have to pay for is parking ($10). You do have to book tickets in advance for the time you wish to visit, as admission times are staggered so the grounds never feel crowded (genius!).
Another month is wrapping up and — I hope — taking winter with it. Ciao, March. Adios, winter. Bye, snow. See you in six months. March has been a whirlwind month of laughter, celebrations, and new sources of worry. It was a long winter for Dan and I, and March very much felt like the ushering in of spring — new life, new hope, new promises.