Prompt: Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?
As someone raised with only one real season: Summer, I can confidently say the mainstays fill me with warmth.
Seeing leaves change color in person is truly wild- especially since some start super early while others really hold out. Now when it comes to dipping temperatures it’s hands down my favorite part. This past winter I learned the joys of sleeping with a cracked window on frigid nights and let’s just say there’s no going back.
With this being my second Autumn I’m hoping to really get out and do all the staple activities…I just need to remember what those are exactly.
P.S. I’ve never had a pumpkin spice latte, but I’m thinking this may be the year.
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It’s officially American Football Season which means Sundays are now a day when I do whatever strikes me while my partner keeps up with their team(s).
Today we were in our usual meal prep routine when they set up the T.V. for their game. In a hilarious twist of fate- he realized we’re now in a different broadcasting region. For those thinking “what does that mean?”, it means the games shown are tailored to where we live, so instead of getting the Dolphins like he wanted…he was getting the Bengals.
The dramatics that ensued were *chef’s kiss*.
I mentioned how local sports bars would probably have it, but refusing to be brought down, he pulled the game up on his laptop and is currently watching while cooking.
I have to admit: I admire his loyalty and drive to watch the game.
I, on the other hand, am biding my time until November 20th…
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P.S. For those wondering- November 20th is when the World Cup starts and is the only time I come out of sports hibernation.
One week has passed since my wedding ceremony and I can honestly say…it hits different.
Did I cry? Nope. Neither myself nor my husband cried (likely because we legally wed in July). Interestingly, it wasn’t until I left my mom’s rental the following night that I got misty eyed. Something about leaving my family to head home, knowing they were flying out in the morning…everything suddenly felt cemented. There I was at twenty-six having hit all the old school “milestones of adulthood” and it was a cluster of emotions.
There was certainly joy.
I was happy so many friends and family were able to be part of it with us. I was happy people had a great time. I was happy to be culturally married- if that’s the right way to describe it. I was happy nothing went awry….
At the same time though, I was sad.
Sad in realizing the roots I’d laid down states away from family and friends were now anchored. Sad in the sense I’d closed out a life stage and was now closer to my most imminent fear- death.
Thankfully, my partner was chatting with me on the phone for most of the drive which helped keep it together.
These last several days have been a blur thanks to me going right back to work, but I’m hoping this weekend will get me back on track rest wise.
Photo by My Mother
P.S. If anyone reading this attended the wedding- I want to thank you for coming and I apologize if you experienced altitude sickness!
Prompt: Vanilla, chocolate, or something else entirely?
If we’re sticking with Baskin-Robbins then I have no clue. I purchased my first pint of Ben & Jerry’s last week and decided to start with Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Core. Do I recommend it? Um, no. It’s not to say it tastes bad or anything. I’d just say go with the regular Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough instead.
If I was picking my go to flavor overall though- Birthday Cake all day.
Bonus: I asked my husband and he said World Class Chocolate by none other than Baskin-Robbins.
P.S. The ultimate twist here is I prefer sorbet to ice cream, but we’ll just ignore that for now.
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You know when you decide to do something which doesn’t seem all that significant, yet somehow turns into a milestone towards adulthood? Probably not with the vague description I gave.
Let me explain.
A cousin of mine is having a wedding in Virginia on Saturday and in a stroke of luck I managed to finagle things so I won’t start training until Tuesday. Since I haven’t had a chance to visit my family in a long while I thought I’d use the week to stop in the two main cities where they live on the way to Virginia.
Seems like a pretty sweet and grand idea, right?
Well, right now I’m still in the second city and let’s just say I’ve learned quite a bit about myself.
Now the drive to the first city is one I’ve done before and wasn’t particularly fazed by. It was the night I spent in first city that did it thanks to a couple things happening. The first was a call from the guy I’m talking to. Was the call very long or in depth? No. On the contrary, the guy I’m involved with is quite dry, but it was the first time he’s ever called and even though it was a bit awkward…it meant a lot to me (mainly because I’d given up hope it would ever happen). The second thing to happen was a nightmare involving an ex.
You see, a while ago I was in a relationship that went off the rails to say the least. It became emotionally abusive, there were threats, and in the end a bit of a stalking situation. Before things officially ceased; however, he moved to a city not far from the first I was visiting. This was the first time I’d driven to the area on my own and the anxiety seemed to manifest itself in my dreams. All I remember of the dream was hearing his voice…replaying things he’d said in the past…some were even harmless things the guy I’m talking to now also happens to say…Regardless I woke with a bad taste in my mouth.
I’m the type who believes we shouldn’t let another person impact our life in such a way and while I was proud I made the drive fully at ease…to have those negative feelings sneak up in my sleep was a stark reminder of just how much he’d affected me. I even had a moment of doubt towards the current guy I’m talking to when his good morning text was too similar to my ex’s the following day. Thankfully, I moved past that rather quickly.
The drive to the second city was an entirely different beast all together. I’d never done the drive on my own before and in a split second I decided to start the seven-hour drive around 9 p.m. Seven hours on the same road with absolutely nothing going on around me. It was a rough ride. I was falling asleep; my butt hurt…I ended up calling my father to harass him and after the guy I’m talking to finished hanging out with his friends- he even called me too. In the end, I managed to make it without having to stop and take a nap because I don’t even know why. The best part?
I get to make the 8 hour drive to Virginia tonight.
O.P. 18 August 2017
Prompt: When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
Hm…it would probably be pretty recent.
While my partner and I were enjoying a private hot spring we got to talking and I expressed how now that we are legally married it feels as if I’ve hit all the stereotypical ‘milestones of adulthood’– aside from having children (
neither myself or my partner want any).
It was strange because until that moment I hadn’t consciously considered it.
On one hand it’s nice to think you’ve hit society’s goals whether or not you think they’re relevant. On another hand it served as a reminder of how I’m getting closer to the ultimate milestone- death, albeit in a roundabout process.
In a parallel train of thought it made me reflect on how I’m not really passionate about anything anymore nor do I have extremely close friendships.
Adulthood is a wild one, but the joy of being an adult is I can make changes towards the things I want.
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Prompt: What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not?
- Wake up
- Apply face mask
- Prepare miso soup & chai
- Remove mask & finish face routine
- Stretch/yoga routine
- Prepare a pineapple mint beverage
- Work on writing until noon
Nope. Unfortunately I’m not doing most of these things this morning.
Mainly because I don’t have the ingredients, I woke up later than planned, and I don’t have any stretch videos…Yeah, it’s time to get my ducks in a row so this becomes reality.
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