Last night, I went to Gasworks Park and watched the lunar eclipse. With the magical moon above and hundreds of Seattleites milling and huddling about, I thought a lot about today. And about this past yer. January 21st. Today. Six years since my bad ski accident. The less I write about personal stuff out loud—the… Continue reading SIX.
Tonight, I had my first writing class of a series. We did some free writing. Get a prompt. Write for five minutes. Share. The third prompt was "I remember…" For unclear reasons lately, I've been thinking about mailboxes. What they mean for homes. What they mean for love. What they mean for communication. And in… Continue reading checking the mailbox // a story + playlist.
During a welcome beat of my new-found stride, I went on a hike with some badass ladies tonight. We hike fast up the "M" in Bozeman. It's like the "M" in Missoula… same same, but different. Montanans love putting letters on mountains. Afterwards, we hung out on a bench and talked and watched in horror… Continue reading I accept.
I read (heard?) somewhere recently that couples who don't post gushing stories/photos of their significant others are way more successful in love… actually a lot happier. Well… we're screwed. Last night, I put up a new profile picture on Facebook. The fact that I wrote that last sentence down kind of hurts my heart in… Continue reading uh-oh.
[this was mostly written on tuesday evening. it took me a while.] I wouldn't know how else to write this. To be half-disappointed in myself because I had three drinks with a friend/coworker at our local haunt. But then to know that if I told my friend Dale about my disappointment he would slyly smile… Continue reading You Can Be Here.
I'm into defining my years. Naming them. Calling them out. I've had the bad year: circa 2009. Then there were fours years in between that escaped official titling. I was feverishly tornado-ing through life and the west, looking for purpose, creativity, love, adventures, paychecks, and more purpose. I picked Evan up on the way and we kept on… Continue reading let’s make up dances.
We live very close to a locals-favorite hiking hill. Last night, I walked home by aforementioned hill and could not help but giggle at the sounds of two men [boys? unclear.] having way too much fun sledding down the hill. On tubes. It was one of those clear, cold nights where sounds were louder and… Continue reading a moment determined.
If this here blahg is good for one thing, it's to look back. And looking back is usually a bit embarrassing and demoralizing. Half of these links are broken! Why the hell can't I listen to this playlist anymore?! You had to be there. When we were there, things were unbroken in so many ways.… Continue reading I know there’s gonna be good times.
I totally got called out by a friend at work the other day. After biking to work, I bounced in the door wearing my buffalo plaid jacket and my scarf and my boots, smiling and excited for coffee. My friend looked at me and said, – You love fall, don't you? Look at you! You… Continue reading fall, y’all.
I gave up on my project "July Today." Yep. It was mid-July and my friends were in town for about twenty minutes and I knew I wasn't going to keep doing it. And I'm not sorry. I feel a little bit sad in my heart, but I'm not sorry. Fast forward a week and a… Continue reading quittin’ time.
a friend from jackson [and then missoula] visited our new home. we expect her to make the move to bozeman soon. it's just so comfortable having her around. so familiar. and then we listened to a new ratatat song and I missed the KHOL days desperately. oh, the morning scramble. I miss it. how awesome is… Continue reading just like it.
The past few weeks have been in-sane. I left Adventure Cycling and Missoula and start working at MercuryCSC tomorrow in Bozeman… which meant I had to move from Missoula to Bozeman this last weekend. Evan has to stick around in Missoula until mid-May to finish up school, so moving was especially emotional. I didn't want… Continue reading he is my yes.
"heaps" is the answer to how much I miss Texas. but my heart is here… Listening to this all night and playing cards with my love made this night such wondrous affirmation.I will always be proud of, and grateful for, where I came from.And I will continue to be proud of where I am and… Continue reading …hooray.
After getting back from a [wonderful, wonderful] trip to Texas, I came home to Evan's lovely family visiting us. They left the next day and Evan and I both would've guessed that we would just end up sleeping for the following 24 hours. Instead, we went on a little road trip. It was ah-mazing. Just… Continue reading VAN ROADTRIP // november twenty-twelve.
As sad as I am that I haven't been blahgging, it's way more tragic that I haven't been journaling. I read a quote about journaling that really hit me. I can't remember what it said [because apparently i write nothing down these days], but paraphrasing, it said, "People who say they keep a journal but… Continue reading ready for the next arrow.
It's a troubling time of wanting to go back. To anything, everything. Two of our dearest Missoula friends are in Jackson right now, at the Bike-In Movies: The poster was designed by moi... which makes it even harder not being there. Talking with Sarah on the phone, telling her where to go around town, I… Continue reading wanting to go back to jackson, saturday, greece, italy and then wanting to go back to now.
I find that there are themed patterns in my nowness that I vividly recognize. Comfort/Sameness, Newness/Excitement, Inspiration/Aspiration. Repeat. [comfort/sameness] I have been with this boy for two whole years. [on saturday.] That boy. The one in the other room working. Working on things. Working on bikes. Tools. Giving it his all. We still laugh at… Continue reading the themed patterns of nowness.
[happy new year's eve, y'all.] Oh, 2011... What a crazy year you've been. In looking for the music I listened to most this year, I perused the whole last year of this here blahg and at one point had to say aloud to myself, "It was a damn good year!" And with the newness and… Continue reading top eleven of twenty11.
Evan officially moved in a couple days ago. It's so exciting. I talked to a friend on the phone tonight and he asked... - Does Evan have a job yet? - No... But we have a lot of rice, so I think we'll survive. We laughed at how poor we are but how much we… Continue reading when they ask me where i’m from…
This is me. Yes, if you haven't had enough of the most self-involved blahg, here you go. A picture of me... myself... red shoes and all. A picture of myself... After a month of working at a company I can't get enough of. After dinner with the board. Whoa. After living in my dream apartment… Continue reading red shoes and all.
wull hay. 