Bryce has been really getting on me about blogging. I’m soorrrrrryyyy…I’ve been busy, okay?!

Next week is the last at my current job. It’s hard to believe that after five years working with this group of people I’ll be headed to a new company. It’s bittersweet, but I must say I’m very excited! And I think it’s for the best…I started in my department when I was 20 years old and I still get called “kiddo” on occasion. Can’t say that nickname really suits an adult married woman anymore. haha

We’ve been doing a lot of celebrating lately. Not only am I starting a new job, but many of our friends have extremely exciting things happening in their lives. Graduations, new jobs, new businesses! It’s an incredible time and I’m so proud of everyone!

After the celebrating was all said and done, I had to go out of town for work. For whatever reason, I found it incredibly stressful. I’m training my replacement and letting go is hard for me. I can be just a tad bit of a control freak. Plus I had to eat out for every meal and that never makes me feel good. The trip was short, but I can already see the combination of stress and sugar showing up on my face. The joys of terrible skin.

I’m home now and I took the day off! I figured my puppy could use some momma time. (Okay so it’s actually that I needed some puppy time.) And we have no food in the house so I think a wee bit of grocery shopping is in order before we head to Chicago this weekend. Go Cubs Go!




It was a weekend for the history books, ladies and gentleman! Our friends got married and we just couldn’t be happier for them. (Most beautiful bride ever, by the way.)

One of the great things about friends getting married is that it brings the big ol’ friend group together. We had such a great weekend catching up and celebrating all of the exciting things happening in our lives. Gives me that warm and fuzzy feeling inside!

   ^how cute are they?!       ^and yes, I’m allergic to everything

Momma’s Day

I just want to say slightly early happy mother’s day to the best mom I could ever ask for — I can’t wait to celebrate with you in a couple of weeks! And to my mom-in-law, thanks for raising my favorite person in the world.

Speaking of my favorite person, he “helped” Beatrix make this for my first doggy momma’s day:



Oh bestill my Irish Terrier/Graphic Designer loving heart!


Tightropes & Green-Eyed Monsters


Recently I updated my 20’s Bucket List from two years ago and I feel alright about what I’ve accomplished from that list. (It’s worth noting I still have 4 1/2 years to finish my bucket list, but as you’ll soon learn, I’m really hard on myself.) The goals requiring travel are the only items I haven’t really touched on. Bryce and I made a plan, a much higher priority than the bucket list, to start saving money and paying down debt. And when those are the priorities, well my friend, travel just isn’t much of an option. I’m okay with that…for now. I still want to make sure it’s a priority for my near future to get out and see the places on my wish list (which have definitely changed since I wrote the bucket list).

I have to say, the green-eyed monster has really been getting to me lately. Mainly in the financial department which is all encompassing, but my jealousy is really focused on the things people are DOING in their lives. Not for work–for play. I mentioned to Bryce, I feel like the most exciting thing we do is go out to dinner at great restaurants. And don’t get me wrong, that’s absolutely my idea of a good time. I just feel like I have no hobbies or adventures. Some of it has to do with our current priorities; some of it is not knowing what to do with myself. What hobby would I even start?!

I can be really hard on myself. Writing is my torture and my therapy. At all times you can find a writing pad, a planner and a small journal with me. I write down all of the things I need and want to do in much more graphic detail than I would ever share here (not to mention all of the blog drafts that will never see the light of day). And the pages taunt me until they’re accomplished. But, of course, they can never be accomplished because I’m the one determining if they’ve been met; I can’t imagine ever feeling they’re finished. Yet within the same hour I can move to my journal, dive a bit deeper, write what I’m grateful for and it heals me a little bit. Writing balances me but I still sway and sometimes fall. The past few days I’ve been torturing myself over my own perceived lack of accomplishments. When I step back from myself I’m astounded at just how influenced I am by others. I can logically know everything is going well in my life, but I compare myself for one second to someone else and I fall off my tightrope. And the pages fill up again with what I need to do to be good enough. Good enough for who? Good enough for what? I’ll never know.

I realize I’m far from alone in feeling this way. But doesn’t it feel so lonely? Like you’re the most boring, unaccomplished person in the world? How do you deal with your confidence tightropes and green-eyed monsters? Oh and…hobby suggestions?


The Creative Routine

I love this infographic from with the routines of highly creative people. It made me happy to see that not all of these brilliant people have the same type of schedule. To me it means there isn’t some magical routine that is the key to success. For all of them it’s solely about the time they dedicated to their craft, whether that be at 1:00 in the morning or during the regular 9 to 5 most of us are forced to follow.

A couple of years ago, I read about Benjamin Franklin’s routine and I still find it to be the most similar to mine (mostly because he generally worked normal hours). Not only that, but his presence and inner reflection is something I greatly admire. Because of him, I’ve kept a note with me for a couple of years that says, “What good shall I do this day?” What better state of mind to start your day with than that?


This weekend was GORGEOUS. So gorgeous, in fact, that I spent most of it outside in flip flops and now my feet are killing me. Worth it, of course.

My neighbor’s flowers are in full bloom and I really hope they didn’t see me taking the below picture because I most definitely looked like a total creep. Also worth it.

Bryce was gone from 8:00am to 8:00pm on Saturday being charitable so Beatrix and I took advantage of the weather and spent much of the day walking around the neighborhood. When we weren’t out walking we could be found Spring cleaning the apartment. And by that I mean, I followed Bea around picking up her mess as she made it. I’m not sure if a lot of dogs do this (I mean, I know it’s an Irish terrier thing), but Bea is way into shredding paper so our entire apartment constantly looks like a confetti maker exploded all over it. It’s such a joy to clean up. The amazing news is that the apartment was actually clean when Bryce got home. A miracle! So we drank gin cider to celebrate. (Weirdly delicious.)

On Sunday I ate three breakfasts. In other words, it was the greatest day in history. Side note, Bea stole part of my monkey bread at Stone Creek so we aren’t friends anymore. Just kidding. Have you seen how cute she is?!