Hello! How are you? When I started writing this blog post, I was sitting at the Baltimore airport, catching up on emails before flying back to Denver. I was in Maryland last week, building brand relationships, eating all the things, and connecting with humble, hardworking, and passionate humans at Expo East.
There are fewer things I love more than eating a sandwich for lunch. They're delicious and nostalgic. They remind me of middle school lunchboxes, weekend playdates, camping, and my early teenage years.
Hi, friends. Happy Friday! Long time no chat — apologies for the radio silence. How are you? I hope August has treated you well. If we were sitting in a spacious coffee shop, sipping on something iced and enjoying the warm summer breeze, our conversation would probably revolve around the following: change.
AUGUST. Hi, hello. I hope all is well in your corner of the world. I'm currently at my parents' house in California for the week, working until we head to Lake Tahoe this weekend. My parents live a few hours away from the fires in Mendocino, and it is incredibly devastating to witness their impact.
Sweet, sweet summertime. I love you. But with the afternoons reaching into the high-90s in Denver, I've had zero desire to turn on my oven (or spend ample time in front of the stove). In other words, I've been craving ice cream, ice cream, and more ice cream.
Just like that, it's June. In a lot of ways, I shouldn't be surprised. Time is flying. When life is busy, and you enjoy what you do (read: work, go to school, take care of your kids, etc.), time seems to move at warp speed.
In many ways, I believe that our careers choose us. That is, so long as we're paying attention to signs from the universe. Armed with our passions, our innate strengths, and a bit of courage, there's no career we can't manifest.
It's the weekend! Well, almost. I'm in California for the next few days, celebrating my sister's graduation from grad school (proud is an understatement) and one of my high school best friend's wedding.
We all have those days. Some of us more often than others. Those days when your jeans feel uncomfortably tight, nothing in your closet seems to fit, your skin is breaking out, and your hair doesn’t want to cooperate.
Just like that, it's MAY. How did that happen? This time of year, it seems like everyone is catapulting themselves from one season to the next. BBQs! Park days! Sunshine! Good bye winter, hello spring. Onward and upward.
Hello, hello! What an interesting start to the week. We'll chalk up the last few days as...astonishing, heartbreaking, and equally sentimental around the world. On a more personal note, gusty winds in Denver left us without power for over 12 hours yesterday — eek!
HAPPY TUESDAY! HAPPY APRIL! HAPPY SPRING! The past few weeks, I've posted my "What I Ate This Week" on a Monday, but I had a special post lined up for yesterday — a vulnerable, honest re-telling of my relationship with exercise.
My relationship with exercise has changed a lot over the course of my life. I went from an intuitive exerciser, to a rigid (read: daily) exerciser, back to a mostly intuitive exerciser. This journey has taken me a long, long time — and, I know it's far from over.
Happy Monday, people! I hope you all had a relaxing, productive, and / or historical weekend. My sister was in town, so we spent the weekend cruising around Denver, soaking up the sunshine (YAY SPRING!), and eating lots of good food.
And just like that, it's March. Practically MID-MARCH! Time is flying. And appropriately, I hit the ground running at the beginning of the month. So, if we were chatting over a cup of coffee, I'd have a few updates for you.