Tastes of Spring

Hi loves. So, it’s almost March! Almost. And for a heat loving girl who always has her bikini in her glovebox just in case, that makes me very happy. We’ve had a couple of really beautiful sunny days in Salt Lake over the last week (60 degrees) Now, I realize that they were kind of teasers… but I’m already feeling pretty antsy for Spring to get here.

One of my favorite things is planning out what to plant in our garden. It’s so much fun sitting down with my mom on the porch and drawing out where each plant will go. She’s much better at it than me, but I’m learning more each year. She focuses on things that are over my head and I focus on placing pretty crystals and wind chimes etc. all around to make it a happy garden. I was obviously raised by a pack of lesbians and hippies.. So there’s that.

There’s something therapeutic about putting my cut off shorts and a tank top on, getting on my knees, and getting my hands dirty after a long day at work. No stress, no bullshit, just me, the plants, some bugs, and some good tunes.

There are moments where gardening can really kick my ass and make me sweat. Like when my mom grants me the lovely duty of hauling huge bags of turkey shit from the car into the garden…. And then there are times where I am caring for one specific baby tomato plant that needs some trimming, and if I don’t do it right it wont live so I have to really take my time and be gentle with it. I’m not a gentle person by nature… so it kind of becomes a calming, peaceful thing for me to do. I always have a shit eating grin on my face when I can go and pick a gorgeous, perfect, homegrown tomato off of that exact plant a few weeks later.

And there is nothing better then being able to share our harvest with loved ones and neighbors. Whether it’s a basket of assorted fresh produce or an amazing dinner made strictly from the garden that we enjoy together on a Summer night. It’s rewarding, and there is comfort and joy in knowing exactly where our food came from.

If you don’t have a garden I suggest you do the hustle and start making a game plan to change that. It’s hard work, but the outcome is more than worth it. Alls I’m sayin’ is I’ve never met a soul that has said “This fresh, organic, heirloom tomato really sucks. I wish I wouldn’t have planted this garden.”

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Dustin’ That Ass Off

When I’m feeling bad about anything in my life I use it as motivation. I use my emotions to push me towards the things I need to do in order to succeed. There will always be experiences, people, and tragedies that will occasionally knock you down no matter what you do to prepare. But there has not been one single instance in my life where I have been knocked down and just laid there. I take a moment to breathe and then I get my ass up, dust myself off and I make a plan.

I’m a firm believer in using the bricks life throws at you and building yourself up to be even stronger. “Don’t be pushed by your problems, be led by your dreams.” -Ralph Waldo Emmerson

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If you’re sad, be sad. If you’re hurt, then be hurt. Allow yourself to go through those feelings and witness your fear. But give yourself a deadline to feel that way, because there is only so much one can do when they’re feeling bad for themselves. I like to cry it out, take a hot lavender bath, make myself an amazing meal, and get a full 9 hours of sleep if possible (I realize that’s not always an option for some people..) and then I wake up the next morning and give all my anger, sadness, confusion, and pain up at the gym. It works every time. I leave the gym feeling like a new woman.

Smiths Machine 24 hour

But the biggest thing I’ve learned from the recent let-downs in my life is this: you have to make an effort to be strong, you have to fight back against negativity and self-doubt every day, and you have to disregard anyone’s desire to blow out that flame that you work so hard to ignite within. And the most important thing is that you do all of that with love and grace. Because anybody can be a fighter, but not everyone can go about it in a gentle and loving way.

Little Did They Know

When it was too cold to play soccer outside at recess (it had to be pretty damn cold) I’d slip through the door of my school library. I’d read chapter after chapter and dread the bell that meant it was time to return to our studies. Little did they know I had found my own curriculum.

It’s a lot harder to read as an adult because we don’t get recess we get breaks. And I don’t know about you, but I spend a lot of my breaks paying bills, trying to get that coffee stain out of my sweater, and writing out grocery lists (thrilling, I know)

But it’s my favorite time of the year to curl up with a book in bed. That’s what sweater weather is for, isn’t it? Sundays & snow storms give me no other option than to dedicate my day to literature. I hope you are able to do the same. What are some of your favorite books that have had an impact on your life? Share with me, I’m always looking for a new read :)

Watch this quick & beautiful video & then hop on over to Thought Catalog to read this article about Dating a Girl Who Reads The News 

The art of flying within

Sometimes when I’m going really fast on my rollerblades I close my eyes & let the hot air flow through my fingertips. I imagine I’m flying instead of overanalyzing the situation & fearing what everyone watching me thinks. Their judgements do not scare me — forgetting what it feels like to truly be alive does.

Rollerblading with my nephew

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With that said, I encourage you to stop & think about who & what you are living for… and if it isn’t for yourself, then maybe it’s time to purchase some rollerblades & pretend to fly. Trust me, it feels better than it sounds. And it’s always fun to have an excuse to rock some tube socks while you blast your favorite tunes. Call me crazy, but sometimes I simply need to pick a different type of noise to block out all of the nonsense I tend to fill my head with. What are some things you do to get to your “happy place”?

My sissy who is most definitely a MILF

Back to my roots

I have been missing my girlfriends, mum & co-workers a lot lately. My heart aches when I don’t get to see the gems in my life. So I packed the car up & Roman & I made our way to SLC for a few days. I feel like I am on vacation — yet I’m sitting here enjoying a cup of joe at my old desk.

I know I say it a lot, and to some it may be too much, but the blessings in my life never cease to amaze me. All I can say is I genuinely wish I could make sure everyone felt the same about their life. But sometimes, it’s just not that easy.

Happy Monday beautiful, shine on.

In the city

 

Too much at….. too early

No, I am not your alarm clock, I’m better… well, not really, but I’m trying be. Okay look, I know Mondays are like the last donut in the box that nobody wants to touch because everyone has touched it at least once aaand… its gross. But suck it up, put your big girl/boy panties on (all styles accepted), twirl/shake it through a mist of your favorite perfume/cologne, slip into your favorite ‘I feel goood… shoot, I look good too!‘ outfit and play your favorite album on your way to work & sing at the top of your lungs. Yup. Even if you take: Trax/the bus/your bike/rollerblades/wings/disco-make-you-fly-sneaks. Just sing baby! And have a fantastic day to ring in the new week!

I’m trying to offer a blog that everyone can benefit from. I know that has not always been the case (my apologies) Here are a few things to browse while you enjoy your breakfast of champions AKA the last donut. Don’t worry……. I won’t tell anyone, as long as you wipe that scowl off your face & smile before your boss gets in.

All my annoying-ly happy-thoughts-at….too-early, Bee