tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78580779289476317252024-03-16T02:13:08.612-07:00IN ITS TIMEKikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.comBlogger1275125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-87820140310361565302024-01-28T21:28:00.000-08:002024-02-04T15:45:59.620-08:00JANUARY IN PHOTOS.<img border="0" data-original-height="2773" data-original-width="3698" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipI_9bsZDCvTU2fYHgrFcSk9PZwvo0mLWJwr_EZ1kanz2IaV221UJKfWx_Vsy_UXgHLM_HGl49nVDvV2jYxMj32Wo2yDGIL_3mLvN-Sx3LayjRUbw3xvhTCfMgaEnOTN_04yd4AVqBumhnsfzHoUNPnjaTVkca8YSIQE76L8SiDQ0cn0IHrGGRHla51Haq/s320/IMG_8779.JPG" width="670" /><img border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="6720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWWMQpdUIW1YFEqhRjPLYRWkp278lWaalPK2Yv9_dXztL9En8RLsTsDsIZ4XKPj7LUxz44hQIZ0YHeH_I5k6WLJtHKbhBuuVeuqdQ_eP5nnqtFRim07GWRfvASrFlA7XQT6Uhm11HOIp5ZBCscvWHNbpQnf_qvIr8mb3I58jhZyTZQ_RqPJhkid1Fo1Ef/s320/EY2A6446.JPG" width="670" />
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<br /><p><br /></p><p>Dear January,</p><p>What a way to welcome in the new year. As this month comes to a close, I am once again marveling (read: in shock) with just how fast time flies. It feels like I was just ringing in the new year and now I'm looking ahead at what's to come in February. </p><p>The weather took a shocking turn this month and what was supposed to be a weekend stay with my parents turned into a weeklong stay as I impatiently waited for the ice storms to pass (and then the ice to melt) before driving back home. </p><p>It feels weird to call my house - my home. But it is. It's where I find comfort and joy and growth and some growing pains, too. But it also is a place where I find my person - the person I've chosen, and continue to choose, each and every day. And that's where I'm finding my heart now calls home. </p><p>We got a piano this month. It rolled into our home after a few Facebook Marketplace fails and we're dedicated to making it live another life in this house after being loved by a small family who was having a hard time parting with it. It'll be well loved here. </p><p>I turned another year older this month as well. It was during the ice storms so it felt anticlimactic, as I spent much of that week trying not to slip on hardened ice (YakTraks win again) and listening to the cracking of ice on the very frozen lawn. </p><p>I've decided that thirties are the new twenties and I am loving this decade so far. It took me thirty years to really and truly enjoy and love my life and I am trying to revel and enjoy every minute of it. We've been watching some home renovation shows (amidst a handful of true crime documentaries) and I am reminded time and time again how short life is. One of the couples in the home renovation show talked about a medical scare that was a turning point in their lives. The couple moved nine houses down for the view - and while my initial reaction was <i>why? </i>and <i>that feels frivolous</i>, the backstory provided me with the reminder that life is short and is meant to be enjoyed. </p><p>So enjoyment is what I'm trying to do - even though it's a little tough right now. My phone screen decided to crack (even beyond my screen protector and case) and I am now on a presumable weeklong stretch without a phone while I wait for the the manufacturer to approve a replacement (yay, technology). I realize it's a true first-world problem, but the phone withdrawal was real for the first two days. I found myself bored and frustrated for the first 24 hours but am now in a sweet spot of enjoying the time away from my phone. It's allowed me to read more books, journal more, and find new ways to listen to music (very thankful for a smart watch and blue tooth connection!). Not texting has been strange - but I'm also finding it kind of nice to not be so fixed on mindlessly scrolling and pop-up notifications. </p><p>I'm learning that this unexpected quiet is a true blessing in disguise. </p><p>Aside from that, January held phone calls with friends and bridal shower preparations, nearly sixty degree weather, treadmill runs, a rare two hour nap, chickpea chocolate chip cookies, pantry organization, protein powder smoothies, and playing Wordle and NYT Connections.</p><p>February, I'm ready for you!</p>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-61800001735114882102024-01-07T21:28:00.000-08:002024-01-10T11:27:25.741-08:00NEW YEAR MUSINGS.<img border="0" data-original-height="1799" data-original-width="1350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy69AaDF9HqAKq48J2xTmQebKxDgU5wWpL7hxyagWn6pi5dPhoPp9LY7LmqP5Z7rZ08PpOfLo1pxuv9VxyJp5Dvas6yxk_YRJvSmdyAZbfYHE8hu9UyGEaXwPU0fTLs8g4xT6WbWFJYBrYXY06NiVnKYJnUbKUsMR_1aPcc8iSH6ipVasRgZvrRsMAsu8u/s320/thumbnail_IMG_8075%20(1).jpg" width="670" /><p>I used to spend a lot of time thinking about (read: internally debating and waffling over) my word for the year. And for a long, long time, words of the year served me really well. In the beginning of the year, it was a way to hold onto hope for what was to come. In the middle of the year, the word served as a reminder to keep going. And at the end of the year, the word served as a moment of reflection of all that happened. </p><p>But things have changed since then - my faith is much different. My relationship with journaling and internally processing has also changed. What used to be such fundamental parts of my life have now become lesser so. I used to journal daily, but now I don't. In fact, this blog is my only up-to-date journal now. I used to find myself internally processing and thinking about everything, so journaling was my way to process. While I'm still an internal processer, I now find myself verbally processing these thoughts with my fiancé, friends, and family. </p><p>That said, my desire to pick a word of the year has dwindled over the past year or so. Am I sad about it ending? Yes and no. Having words of the year served me SO well. I started picking a word of the year back in 2013 and finished in 2023. That's ten <i>years (<a href="http://www.initstimeblog.com/2022/01/word-of-year-2022.html" target="_blank"><b>see all words here</b></a>). </i>When I look back, I see the growth I made each year but now, I also see a young person who was discovering herself, too. And now I still see myself as a young-ish person who is continuing to discover herself and the world around her, but in different (new) ways.</p><p><b><a href="http://www.initstimeblog.com/2023/02/word-of-year-2023.html" target="_blank">Last year</a></b> honestly felt like a good year to end it this chapter/season in life - I wasn't really feeling it and you may have noticed (or maybe you remember?) that I really struggled to pick a word for the year. And to be completely honest, I don't even remember what I picked. So when November and December rolled by, I found myself lacking the interest to keep going. There weren't any words that were jumping out to me and while I contemplated picking something just to keep the ball rolling, I also didn't want to do it if my heart wasn't in it. </p><p>So yes, I'm okay with not picking a word - and I'm okay with living day by day, and just letting things be. I'm still very excited for what's to come and I'm excited to see how 2024 unfolds, but I'm letting it just be. </p><p>Cheers to 2024 - and I'm curious, do you pick a word of the year?</p>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-35207983799181266122023-12-31T10:20:00.000-08:002024-01-02T13:58:06.660-08:00DECEMBER IN PHOTOS.<img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAKrvXqYlETmby8Ch4U2tDlLBv3RR7lFn0WpRw0YmtjaBsKVOKFluHTEdJ8fohPFPm0OioTHGEaoU3B2CbdxhgrBcPJS0Nu1Mki6ob-2tKwGZ_elfnCJFwGEfEf27kRyjwIgaIvx3RowWJmqzTUFGTKBF9n6sQXrFnh6emS-ZlkxlS8hZaXm0lJwk5hFXP/s320/IMG_8578.JPG" width="670" />
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<img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdzSqFlJ3QS3jn8j3lRQUcn0ZsGQT8dN-mogpkkXjnxYOZ-TIaNmp3p034jBIoPyrca5m4a5pQijbgyiMKPeaS4oyYWGXswHEkQ9fdLLZAZk4k0mhMoS4J1JsgGyoupbLUScey3HWAt-PAY90jDT6ERzSu62eeqgKsdVXbNVTIRoqwYUeJuKtLoaDAJvvl/s320/IMG_8648.JPG" width="670" /><span style="font-family: inherit;">Dear December,</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thank you for holding space for new and old traditions alike. The holidays were merry and bright - with evening drives through neighborhoods to look at lights, playing basketball with the fiancé, exploring different neighborhoods, hanging out with my family, and learning how to play backgammon, too. They were low-key, but in the best way possible. It provided space for much-needed rest and a break from work, which was something I haven't ever had in my working career. As a teacher, I spent much of my winter break planning and prepping (and taking professional development courses), so logging off from work and actually unplugging was a strange, but really good feeling.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Both November and December also held moments of deep reflection and processing. I'm taking a few moments today to chew on these words from one of my favorite work-related newsletters:<i> "R<span face=""open sans", "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white;">eflect on what’s nourished your mind, heart, body, and spirit this year. When have you felt most alive? Most at ease? Most fulfilled?"</span></i></span></p><p><i><b>What's nourished my mind, heart, and body this year?</b> </i>The outdoors. Spending time in nature brings nourishment in more ways than I can count. Moving was - and has been - a really big adjustment for me, and much of that I found myself mourning over the loss of my favorite running and walking routes. I discovered some new ones in my new neighborhood and grounding myself in the morning with fresh air and movement has been really nourishing in moments of change and adjustment.</p><p><i><b>When have you felt most alive? </b></i>I felt the most alive this year traveling - whether it was travels to present at a work conference, a weekend trip to BC, or a road trip to the coast for the day (among many other adventures), leaving the comforts of my home brought a new awareness of the world around me and the people, sights, sounds, and nature surrounding me, too. </p><p><i><b>When have you felt most at ease?</b> </i>I felt the most at-ease post-holidays this year. After spending Christmas at my parents, there was a certain ease to and pull for me to come home to my new-to-me house. It was the first time that I spent the holidays "visiting" my childhood home and while it was strange to live out of a suitcase at my parents' house, it also felt really good to spend time with them. But coming back to my house, where nearly all of my belongings are? I felt a newfound coziness coming to my house and sitting down and curling up to watch a movie with my fiancé. </p><p><b style="font-style: italic;">When have you felt most fulfilled?</b> This was a hard one. There were lots of moments where I felt fulfilled this year - many of which include new experiences at work (e.g. presenting at conferences); but I think I felt the most fulfilled getting engaged and turning this house into a home together. It wasn't one particular moment, but just experiencing engaged life - something that I've dreamed, prayed for, and hoped for for a long time - was something that felt like a dream and wish fulfilled. So much so, that I've often wanted to pinch myself if this is all real. </p><p><i><b>Here's to a gentle, soft, and restorative new year - wishing you all love, joy, and calm this year!</b></i></p><p><br /></p><p><span face=""open sans", "helvetica neue", helvetica, arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #666561; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></p>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-53080403962920686522023-11-28T00:00:00.000-08:002023-11-28T00:00:00.143-08:00NOVEMBER IN PHOTOS.<img border="0" data-original-height="4353" data-original-width="6530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSF2rF8r4d6rpugfckecm2haFXOIw-7VGv0AC7IRJ99jiubFzt3iYQ13MMqh0Auw6tzHZwKcjT3Je2Cx_qrChTYGe_4r_0wEWdVZ_eLf7l2Zg8rBRup2grCayNmV63qzo3t2urK0I2eCKuebW91BsDcjIGduD3iOwNvUh6jjSxp9MRYvYoD0M62tlUzYl/s320/EY2A6324.jpg" width="670" />
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Dear November,
<div><br /></div><div>This month feels like a whirlwind - full of surprises, memories, and lots of chilly walks. The winter coats and beanies are out and there have been many a frosty mornings, too. </div><div><br /></div><div>The new house is starting to feel more like a home. With nearly all of my belongings moved out of my parents' house, it feels strange going back and having them thank me for driving to visit them. My heart definitely still holds both houses dearly and I don't think that either will ever not be home to me. One will be the home I grew up in, the other is the home that I get to continue that journey with the person I love. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's complicated, but I think that's a part of life - muddy or cloudy waters that need navigating, one step at a time. </div><div><br /></div><div>Aside from that, November held moments of garden exploring (all of the fall colors!), hikes with the fiancé (plus a surprise proposal - WHAT?!), buying a Christmas tree, long morning runs, showing my family my new neighborhood, listening to Christmas music, decorating my new work-from-home office, wearing all the sweaters, Costco runs, and baking an apple, pear, and cranberry pie. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was a full, but<i> very</i> lovely month. And I'm excited for the coziness of the holiday season that's to come.</div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-21409629320170788652023-11-15T22:10:00.000-08:002023-11-15T22:10:42.809-08:00NOVEMBER 11TH.<img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicljjFO2WWKWSXVT1iprnhjMQyex4lMrufx-WUntmQu9iMsBEi3AEnKH_Iyk_6d1DinKh4IcN7IEv-PGOsqFKtANwIFm-NFwE4tmTDODW7DtCyi8qbg1q1C5UZoNUCMR96igylqkyFHHuLgEJA5f3-wBp1o2Clmi9HKnFZqtE7kZWnLYPioYTkGfYc63hW/s320/IMG_8398.JPG" width="670" /> <div>I don’t want to forget the little details. </div><div><br /></div><div>He took me completely by surprise. </div><div><br /></div><div>We had waffled between going to a few different places over the long weekend but decided to play it by ear because of the weather. When we saw that the coast had dry weather forecasted in the afternoon, we jumped on the opportunity to visit one last time before the end of the calendar year. </div><div><br /></div><div>He let me listen to my girly music on the way there. I packed the snacks (per usual) and liquid IV. He got the towels for the pup and we loaded up the car after breakfast. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are little things now, in hindsight, that I should’ve noticed. Like how he wore contacts and cologne. How he wouldn’t let me touch his jacket because it was “too wet” from the rain (or because the ring box was in his pocket, but one will never know!). How he could only talk about how long the drive there was. And how our walk up and down the coast had many stops as he tried to find the perfect place to stop and wondered if people were behind us. </div><div><br /></div><div>We found a spot to take selfies and then decided to turn around and head back. We had walked over 2 1/2 miles, it was nearly three o'clock, and we were ready for lunch. We looked over a dune and saw a road back to the parking lot and decided to head that way to see some beach houses along the coast. </div><div><br /></div><div>But we turned around once more to take one last look at the ocean. He wanted to take it all in. And so did I. I remember standing next to him. We rolled the ball a few times for the pup. Then I remember standing behind him, with my arms around his chest. </div><div><br /></div><div>The next thing I know, he's down on one knee. </div><div><br /></div><div>And tears instantly filled my eyes. </div><div><br /></div><div>I asked him if he was serious - not once, but at least twice - because I was in complete disbelief, surprise, and shock. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don’t remember everything he said, but he had a smile on his face as he told me I’m his best friend and that he wants to have many, many more adventures together.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I am beyond excited to be his best friend, adventure partner, and fiancée. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, we definitely celebrated this big occasion with burritos, chips, and salsa, all eaten and enjoyed on the drive back home.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div></div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-17335643014787050022023-11-15T22:01:00.000-08:002023-11-15T22:01:00.910-08:00OCTOBER IN PHOTOS.<img alt="" border="0" width="670" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UiRxaKe_kRl6ujYbpQBNEW_O77O1QjTNG01qL-Hj2yRZ927EBCwuXLslVmjryAFN_4Rl5K1zskAshLw7o8gQ_1XAwMBx67HJVfIordmwyZ9nFi2IlrmiDGF9r5wV7BZ7KaXLZGkOwANYDGFoSvI-Fn2zuQzZy2YUsDKav7B4UH9u9Fi6xOzLrp4ynetd/s600/IMG_8057%202.JPG"/>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dear October,<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The bittersweet feelings are still there. Each day holds different emotions and I am learning (or unlearning and re-learning) that that's okay. As I would tell the kids I taught, <i>all emotions are welcome</i> and those words have never been truer in my own life.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Moving into a new house, I felt this pressure to have the house furnished and decorated right away.<i> I wanted to have an influencer-Instagram-able home, so to speak.</i> But the money-conscious side of me quickly realized that wasn't going to happen, especially if I wanted to furnish the home with pieces that I loved and that would last, not just the cheapest thing I could find on Amazon. Which--as a side note--there's nothing wrong with going that route, but I knew that I would be happier with the slower process of making this house a home. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So we're taking it month by month and I've been making a mental list of things I'm saving to buy. We've got a dining table, night stands (which was a must for me), beds, and dog beds, a floor rug, and a stocked kitchen - which honestly, makes me that happiest. It's starting to feel like home, but I'm really just excited to have my family come visit and stay for the night next month. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Aside from that, October created an opportunity to discover a new love of trail running, checking in on all the fall colors and anxiously awaiting those golden leaves covering the ground. Baking bread. Hiking on new trails. Pulling out all the sweaters and boots (my favorite season). Having fires in the backyard. Buying Halloween candy for the neighborhood kids. And phone calls with my mom. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">October held a lot of emotions and it makes me eager to see what comes next.</div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-78982555854194290202023-10-16T00:00:00.001-07:002023-10-16T00:00:00.148-07:00ON HOME.<img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijL8iuQDnmdvRmXSsK9fOTff4tf82sqc-qUP6sH6GB06qtpGi1wHBcHM9P1M9vpnb51Mi_e-vbdBjyMCPIvOMoHjufvgFaUICni12wWxufSzPZNN0y168z8zwhG3KD1N6LW1hKMB5m2UnhH9UL0qtq07pb6KghcjqReFQFrKfVuFq6wcX7etIYPoZqVJ0X/s320/IMG_7930.JPG" width="670" />
When my colleagues ask how I've been lately, it's been hard to really encapsulate how I'm feeling in one or two words. My colleagues mean to the world to me, so I know I'm in a soft space where I can be my true self, but it's hard to even describe how I'm feeling. <div><br /></div><div>Leaving the city I've called home for more than 25 years is really hard. I've been struggling to figure out where I call home now and as someone who craves consistency, routine, and comfort, it's really hard to come to grips that I'm living in a state of transition for the next few months as I move everything out of my childhood home, one car-ful and drive at a time. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've been falling back to the words that my therapist said - that change isn't always a bad thing and that change isn't always bad, but different. And sometimes different can be a good thing.
It's still really hard. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I'm in the new house, I don't feel like I'm at home. I'm still living out of a suitcase until we have the house more furnished. The pantry and fridge isn't fully stocked yet (something that I know will help me feel more at home - strange, I know). But when I leave the new house to drive to my parent's home, I can't help but cry because I'm leaving the person I love and the person who has become a home for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've been trying to process these feelings of overwhelm and change, but it's hard because I don't even know how I feel. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are moments of deep sadness of what I'm leaving behind. I know I'm going to miss out on little moments when I'm not with my family and that stings. I know that my relationship with my family will also change as I create a family of my own. And I grieve over those things. </div><div><br /></div><div>But at the same time, there are also moments of excitement and joy for what's to come. I am eager to start a family of own, eager for the day when I can hopefully have littles running through the house we're turning into a home. I am so grateful for a house and space that we can turn into a home. And so incredibly thankful for a man who I can call my partner and best friend.</div><div><br /></div><div>All that to say, there's a bittersweet feeling overwhelming me. This change has been really big - and there have been a lot of big changes over the past year or so - all of which I never could have ever predicted. I'm grateful for them all, grateful for the growth that came alongside it. But also a little sad that life has changed so swiftly, too. </div><div><br /></div><div>So where do I call home? Right now, I am trying to find the light in having two places I can call home, even if it's really hard to adjust to being away from one home when I'm at the other. </div><div><br /></div><div>"<i>You can have more than one home. You can carry your roots with you, and decide where they grow</i>" - Henning Mankell </div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-78905111013546044212023-10-01T12:23:00.001-07:002023-10-01T12:23:00.138-07:00SEPTEMBER IN PHOTOS.<img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4T0BckuV2jlFCaZCt47PWODdDvCCQphTdSgQqjGPn9x1Y3YNTG0K5GzlH0OLdZbNVWgJq6yaW6vDunuUJlMWf08F1ESU_heyct99aCiOZO_i9l51FZ1dso7joS-_NLymzOKToVPTna3vbplrtgS8DDm-QuffQBcvVapc67xNahX325gxMOQWlimm6T5v/s320/IMG_7951.JPG" width="670" />
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Dear September, <div><br /></div><div>In this new-ish job, I've found myself subscribing to quite a few newsletters - some weekly, some monthly, and some that come when the author/writer has time and capacity. I savor these emails, mostly because they're small glimpses into the lives and minds of authors and educators that I admire and who inspire me daily in the work that I do. </div><div><br /></div><div>One of them recently shared some thoughtful reflection questions for the month of September and I thought I'd change up things a bit and include some of my thoughts in this month's recap/summary post. I'm curious to see what your answers and responses would be, too! </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Who did you connect with this month? Which connections felt especially nourishing?</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">I felt most connected to my partner - we've been long distance for the past year and now that we have a house together (that I'm committed to calling a <i>home</i> once we're fully moved in!), it's starting to feel like we're actually going to be in a place where we are together - and not just connecting with each other through text, gifs, and Zoom calls. We spent most of September together and the little moments of visiting each other in our offices in between meetings (we both work remotely), going on dog walks, cooking together, and exploring new neighborhoods have been some of my most favorite and most-nourishing moments. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We've spent much of the past month focused on the house (painting, furniture, cleaning, etc.), that I started to feel a little burned out by all of the work that the house needed (and still needs). It was no longer fun and we both knew that we needed a weekend off from working on the house. So we took a few weekends this month to go on dates - we ate tortas, went out for ice cream, took the dog swimming, and went on drives in the city. We both felt refreshed and a break and time away was exactly what we needed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>What do you feel proud of having done, or not done, this month?</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've been really trying to determine my capacity - I'm a go-getter and love to work on different projects, especially in my career. But I also know that that tendency of mine (to volunteer for all the things) can lead to stress, overwhelm, and feelings of burnout. I've been on our organization's Well-being Team and I'm trying to live out my work, so to speak, so this month held lots of moments that really put that to the test. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm really the most proud of setting boundaries at work and actually voicing that I was at capacity - mostly mentally, but also just physically. I found myself overwhelmed by the amount of tasks on my to-do list and finally just said that I'm finding myself at capacity for new tasks - which was received with so much understanding, warmth, and grace. As someone who hates saying no to people it was TOUGH, but so necessary and I feel proud of myself for not falling into a people-pleasing trap. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All that aside, September included new paint on all the walls of the house (a fresh coat of paint makes such a BIG difference, especially now that they're all light and bright!), buying a rug and dining table, finding free furniture in our neighborhood, picking apples and making a pie, exploring college campuses as non-students, making focaccia from scratch, and giving grace to myself in this transition process of figuring out where my home is, too. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's been A LOT. But slowly and surely, I know things will all fall into place. </div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-82671604946859881632023-09-25T18:15:00.002-07:002023-09-25T18:15:12.289-07:00A QUICK TRIP TO GLACIER.<img border="0" data-original-height="2888" data-original-width="3850" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsK-KcBLnkhwbC5MveezSIjjuYrqbht9TtlGevB00zRT3z4jJ_Cmz_xN16df5O5dxpf7OQc7EWXm0XhjiGIXTAsppBvgC_UVi7_192LGZH-QDb6BHn_Jg0Q2NscijjdlQZ7eILxF7yXQvg_kxS9ARNQfeuPVatqQl73vrCqZhqgdYwr1WUT_jLaFqqJM_G/s320/IMG_7646.JPG" width="670" />
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<img border="0" data-original-height="6435" data-original-width="4290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDOe0muYDXXM_sKXoGpJ3HCjRERCGqUO7bCVZigpUtQB3O4-ZOwtIFJ_wAW3W6YultiyHmCMRFHebnkke9osLK3gCeTzpeBtt1DQB5HweepJxaV4ehbwm50zJThBUKUPEouEuBqHtR2jNvNNqz5cKPPgazWQzcXkHmIbV7rfz0rgK2NmDa1B1l4M1p3yEX/s320/EY2A6002.JPG" width="670" /><br /><p></p><p>My boyfriend and I aren't ones to go on trips spontaneously, but when a friend (of his) invited us on a trip to Glacier, we decided to jump on the offer and drive our way over to Montana. As someone who grew up on the West Coast, to be honest, this is as far east as I've been (I have lots to see, I know). </p><p>The drive was pretty, but long. We filled it with road trip snacks, Spotify playlists, and some podcasts, too. I only managed to nap 20 minutes out of the two-digit long drive (which he championed like no other - I don't know how he can drive for so long, allowing me to be a true passenger princess). </p><p>Once we were there, we could tell that wildfires were in the area. The skies had a pink tint, thickness and haze from the smoke but other than that, we enjoyed the sights and were excited for the next day's adventures in Glacier. </p><p>Unfortunately, the haze and smoke (and hot temps) prevented us from doing some of the longer hikes we had hoped to do, but we managed to find some shorter hikes with lake views and waterfalls. We saw some mountain goats and big horned sheep crossing the parking lot (oh, and lots of tourists, too). We managed to get some snapshots along the trails once got past all the crowds and were lucky to catch some beautiful sunsets, too. </p><p>The trip was short, but the drive was long, especially on our way home. We had hoped to avoid all the detours, but ended having to take a detour through multiple small towns along the way, stopping at small grocery stores. The air quality was much worse on the drive home but we managed to make it back safely - and also very, very tired.</p>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-8986937797109197152023-09-25T17:57:00.010-07:002023-09-25T17:59:16.546-07:00AUGUST IN PHOTOS.<img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdljrV6xeJjlLzYKGYw2ZqLub0xVk8uVgOujSa5W8ArogcpbSlqWhUiYaYCrgVsBi-KxfOs2aCCQoav7O2tsm6IozYH09f3OsJnuuNi3Us688-JVofkzoeFexEdDm2-lioI6vu2Obe0cKtbqXGZquXh--gCeb7DuamMr-ygzb3fj_AygxEo7Ga4zHSiGCv/s320/IMG_7429.JPG" width="670" />
<img -="" a="" am="" and="" as="" at="" august="" been="" border="0" but="" by="" come="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" dear="" div="" end="" flown="" friends="" happened="" has="" here="" honest="" i="" if="" in="" it="" likely="" m="" more="" multiple="" nbsp="" nearly="" of="" on="" post="" reflecting="" s="" september="" shifting="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3fncZI-R99S3IEFw_qUS8p-qVQCK9paX6qWbHVGlG6b1zCNuD3A6L85NnkR4b8W7TM5dMLosnJdNP8VQ4V2D5KqESqEK8bwWGZgXvRXnSwvfSG2Tm_V_6SItjRcvfjP9KIzfOnptEAa8DkRGP1SqvcIwNIJugoiMmnpoZtK1Iff_ySF9UCVxIpLb5hJr9/s320/IMG_7436.JPG" summertime.="" talking="" that="" the="" time="" to="" ve="" ways.="" what="" width="670" with="" /><div><br /></div><div>Dear August, </div><div><br /></div><div>It's nearing the end of September and yet it feels like August was just days ago.</div><div><br /></div><div>August, you held some sweet moments to make memories. A quick road trip to Glacier National Park to spend time with a friend of my boyfriend's (photos to come!). We also signed all the papers and got the keys to a our new-to-us home. It's going to be a slow moving process for both of us, as we have tons of projects we want to get done before we officially move in. But we got the keys and it's strange to see my life changing right before my eyes. </div><div><br /></div><div>Aside from that, August included spotting roses in a city park, hot weather and short evening dog walks, finding more cookbooks with vegetarian recipes, picking lots of blackberries, making ice cream, watermelon for my sweet pup, and lots of cleaning/organizing in the house. </div><div><br /></div><div>August was short yet sweet and held memories I'll take with me for many years to come.</div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-18212443049595231882023-08-11T21:09:00.001-07:002023-08-11T21:09:07.695-07:00JULY IN PHOTOS.<img border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="6720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEi-lJZtnOW326A87lL9ANs8aspmB8or8WOPUWyR_gCPRFJYS_oMtDtFisNld-_Zdc7DKmFHYEjxWcIZhWeCFmmJEnwiC2fnydq1Sbum2H88FXbDM1KDliQL-jIB8mLnylS2-tBfhgVYue4MPu_NWpFRZY18aU62BjheeYmHnL1d0kn3DgEcYykDijkyPe/s320/EY2A5377.JPG" width="670" />
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<img border="0" data-original-height="3876" data-original-width="2907" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYmQEtjDJ0ZpUi8ZKXwIShvJths71Ruz7MW_YjD6VT5CWHWCVltHqxconkXRnycBvJrBxlnx62VyTO3j1i4qBiQ6saXT9OkO66hmTqRABoL8qeP_k71JbxVLzzj93tUUijGeTzM69sbH3ZbVOeJ4607Cb2s_oHDDSuPU578VqCqghavTNEY2VxoEFF4Ut/s320/IMG_7292.JPG" width="670" /><br /><br /><p><br /></p><p>Dear July,</p><p>I didn't realize that this month would be full of so many adulting moments (forms signed and decisions made). These decisions were big decisions that included a lot of fine print and double-checking all my to-do lists. </p><p>All that said, I'm grateful for the little moments in the midst of these decisions. Grateful for opportunities to sleep in on Saturday mornings. A photo session for family friends. Chasing waterfalls and post-hike onion rings with my boyfriend. Summertime pies. Overnight curls with my favorite <b><a href="https://www.mykitsch.com/products/satin-heatless-curling-set-sunset-tie-dye" target="_blank">heat-free curlers</a></b>. Picking blueberries in the backyard. The smell of ripe blackberries along the path during my morning walk/runs. A Friday afternoon at the coast with my family. Watermelon for my pup. Saturday morning pancakes. And weekend errands with my mom.</p><p>This month flew by and it's hard to believe we're in August - in the last full month of summer. It's been a busy one, and I'm finding myself continually excited for what lies ahead. </p>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-57782748832354604842023-07-05T16:31:00.004-07:002023-07-05T16:31:26.700-07:00JUNE IN PHOTOS. <img border="0" data-original-height="4431" data-original-width="6646" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYuPvoniytuL6ceIJjUabb7etseFzBJfblNzpmDx-MIS3GPbCVVo9dk6hhju1-AkwooEaLYZCWfTKySdUOytRfb419R82KABX9c8-3Q_8cUUFf8Iwsr2t8_7Rga295uNp5zWrs2G2AQB90In_MR10j81g7we_R1MRkNbrw2fOITlaP8ZyRudeEF0NBVnQa/s320/EY2A5043.JPG" width="670" />
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Dear June, <div><br /></div><div> I'm currently sitting at my desk, chair backwards, listening to a podcast, and typing in the dark, with the light of my desk lamp illuminating my keyboard. The fan is blowing air at my back and I'm sipping on some iced tea with lemon and a squeeze of agave syrup. </div><div><br /></div><div> Life is moving and it is hard to believe that we're already halfway through 2023. There is a part of me that wants to speed through this year and another part of me just wishes it would all slow down.
But life goes on. I'm trying to savor this season of in-betweens as I prepare for the next step but to tell you the truth, it's not the most comfortable. I</div><div><br /></div><div>'m having a lot of serious future-oriented questions and when I let my mind overthink, I tend to head towards an anxious state. I have to remember what my therapist said - to notice the worries and the fears, say hello to them, and then let them pass. The "let them pass" part is easier said than done. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm also learning to trust myself right now, too. To trust in my decisions, to trust in my body, and to trust in the people in my life, too. I went on a work retreat in June and most of our team went to an aerial park. We were clipped into harnesses and got to walk amongst the trees on various bridges, platforms, and swinging walkways (aka tightropes). </div><div><br /></div><div>The course instructors/supervisors told us that it's 20% physical and 80% mental - and it was just that. My mind wanted to veer towards fear, but I wanted to say that I did this - because I knew that I could. If I paused too long, I leaned into fear and hesitated. </div><div><br /></div><div>But when I went for it? It was so much easier than I first thought. My body was able to do it and I didn't let fear win. I'm beginning to see that my mind needed that challenge more than my body did.</div><div><br /></div><div>June provided more moments of learning and trust - in conversations, in pushing myself to run a bit longer/faster or up a steep hill, doing an allergy test (because yes, that peanut allergy is definitely still there!), and finding resources and books on having tough conversations. </div><div><br /></div><div>Aside form that, there were also moments of great joy and ease - waterfall hikes, strawberry picking with my mom, a beach trip with my boyfriend and his dog, plus naps and wearing sundresses and sandals. </div><div><br /></div><div>June was hard, but it was also really, really good.</div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-658323661243052282023-06-19T21:23:00.001-07:002023-06-19T21:23:00.150-07:00CANADA ADVENTURES.<img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="6720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4PyYXR-i8q_1JD2n3JzalRDByQtjaCAhyWEs08cMVZ73G6T_kBu0BS51AYo59Mbq28uHqecWuK3IRda4xHkL6kYX4MBtq_RdOY_kThhVG8drktjI0VpnOB6wNxhGBOJv4TILJvO8w7eXXsh2_31Ae2HMoNWuFR_nJuic9fvA9qhTOdA95NQ1tznX-g/s320/EY2A4739.JPG" width="670" />
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<img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="3907" data-original-width="2930" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv7yR-C1IdX20NhxhNKD4znKtqJIeDOQo5hMj4-JXYAYcDp_XxOsBcNOlHliPVL5LXB9Z7LDnRRgXmm5uKFFP_cI7Hx_7N5-5l3RC5xrl_3QmjNWtHqhwcGLHMeHBldhfNuH3cDcwN83Tx_GI_e96N4i2Avzd2hfocJYDDr9gqScTKhDZ8YujUX97vGQ/s320/IMG_6659.JPG" width="670" /><div>I got a passport earlier this year - my first one. And we took an international road trip to cross Canada off my bucket list. I've always dreamt of going and my boyfriend is a man who reminds me daily that adventure is possible - and that getting out of my comfort zone isn't always that bad. </div><div><br /></div><div>And my goodness, is British Columbia beautiful. We did all the tourist-y things, both things neither of us grew up doing as children. We visited aquariums and butterfly gardens, took sea to sky gondola rides and crossed over multiple suspension bridges. We ate the most delicious vegan banh mi, tried poutine, and got our fair share of ketchup chips and Coffee Crisp. And traveled by ferry as well - even if it meant staying a bit longer than planned. We explored the city, took way too many selfies, and even saw a bear cross the street in front of us, too.</div><div><br /></div><div>We stayed in some amazing Airbnbs, got my steps in (because what's a vacation if you don't call it a walk-ation, like my family does -- aka an excuse to eat good food after getting in daily hikes and long walks). </div><div><br /></div><div>It was a trip we both enjoyed and it was so good to enjoy it together. As a long-distance couple, we're learning that these kinds of adventures are not only experiences we want to have together, but that it's time where we're both able to just be with one another. We grow closer, build our relationship, learn more about who we are as individuals and as a couple and get to listen to all the music on our shared Spotify playlists.</div><div><br /></div><div>These little adventures hold a lot of memories - more than can be captured in one blog post. But I want to remember and savor them because i know that they hold more than just stories - they hold moments that I want to remember forever. </div><div><div><br /></div></div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-76103244713489886072023-06-09T23:47:00.006-07:002023-06-09T23:47:48.982-07:00CHANGING SEASONS.<img border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="6720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPzB0rEnkGCcVhdqOicdH5hFQ65g3AVGSa6uv8ndWECbdEm87NVoW4LucMAwtr56naPfgtuFZJxjpqqXo120UY4sfh4LzIOR2bEn5fQWiit5zBrOyFctPaeI8sWwc7yrVHPu1gtVvkal3QXzUIxZR00GtOBZDBQdFJXu4ryMdX9RWSHKQJX_T-56xWQ/s320/EY2A4879.JPG" width="670" />
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<img border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="6720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiizAh1gwoC9Gmk6rTFMqPKly0eQuWGr3aG6lI1vhGxuJB_R0dXiLnzbcH0gbmJ5XIRvFHpt_Y3yU_g1OSHyoULGLDO4TOEwpD28jKox0SCJpIaOae1VXS9KFPsB4dO2gvJmu3M2CaNBw7OkSPGr71jDuECCTFM9dSYQbilJmETkm0S-DCdOq6Y1olMA/s320/EY2A4953.JPG" width="670" /><br /><p>It feels like a new season is upon me. Not just because of the allergies that showed up with a vengeance this year, but the sun is also out longer into the evening, the weather is warmer, and the ground is lush and green with flowers popping up all around me. I know this is all part of this spring (now summer) season, and sooner than later, I'll pull out the sweaters and boots again (even if I did just put them away). But it still feels like a moment I need to savor.</p><p>It's not just the weather, however; life feels like it's changing as well. The closer I get with my boyfriend and the longer this relationship goes, the more I see myself thinking about the future...<i>together.</i></p><p>Sometimes the thought of that scares me, thinking about marriage and parenthood and moving away from my family. Big purchases and planning for joint purchases make me a little nervous as well. But other moments, it all feels so...<i>right. </i>A relationship like this is what I've dreamt of for years and a life stage I've longed for and once I turned thirty, I started to wonder if it would ever be a part of my story. So much so, that I accepted that it may not ever happen and was content with that.</p><p>And now that it's something I'm talking about and planning with a partner, it feels surreal. It's a pinch-myself kind of season, because sometimes I wonder how I ended up where I'm at now. And while it feels overwhelming, it also just feels like the next right step for me. A season I never expected, but a season I'm learning to embrace and enjoy. </p><p>I've talked with my boyfriend and a close friend about how I never thought I'd be where I am today even a year ago. This time last year, I was in the interview process for my current role and was single like a Pringle, as social media says. I never imagined leaving the teaching field, let alone being in a relationship with someone. Dang, how life changes in the span of one year.</p><p>In all the changes, I'm slowly learning and re-learning that I don't have to have everything figured out right this minute and that I can figure things out as we go. And there's an emphasis on <i>we</i> because I'm learning that I don't have to make all these decisions on my own anymore - I can make it with someone, and that's a good feeling, too. </p><p><br /></p>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-59092207539650225342023-06-07T20:41:00.004-07:002023-06-07T20:41:55.260-07:00MAY IN PHOTOS.<img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyK3DvnV2YWJM9-kmfZ8P-B939rE-cCkus9AahSu5Km_0H_4WGRq96IPxcLWQ-CGhNI5zJzr2CJSysaZeZzYtolDLOffReXThQy8VOm0a7wMag1RyjFtYI0LaDH_asIbo3crGnZzLxTFhz5B6DrtyvD6z9_WI5OO8kmHDTi4NKdvwrHTwDVjV7DDeGrA/s320/IMG_6113.JPG" width="670" />
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Dear May, <div><br /></div><div>You were jam-packed with adventures. It felt a bit like a whirlwind, but only in the very best ways. </div><div><br /></div><div>I got to see what it looks like to speak in front of 80+ people at a conference. Explore British Columbia - it really is beautiful. Go hiking and explore the PNW coast. Go on two roadtrips with my boyfriend. Make ube pancakes. Find delicious hole-in-the-wall breakfast burritos. Host and plan a work retreat. Enjoy warm weather and start working on my summer tan. Do a photo shoot for some friends of mine. Wear dresses just because. And bond and grow closer with my work <strike>colleagues</strike> friends.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes I feel the need to pinch myself because life feels extra good right now. And I cannot help but feel an immense gratitude for where I am at. There are so many things in my life that I have longed for for such a long time and it feels unreal that I get to be the one to live this life of mine. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm grateful. <i>So incredibly grateful.</i></div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-2775312596684119552023-04-30T21:32:00.001-07:002023-04-30T21:32:00.140-07:00APRIL IN PHOTOS. <img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNG1C4x7bPEQuPqs8NZ07oKSXrrMTUYWYGh9Ym1As_fIb3kRn8-5ltyR7dMUt_UfbfjyJsJ-wPW0VwibzdgVdsUAJ5AmDRDV4VOgvThbgf6Hse2sWH18F48Joa536jKcMMFEG12AcpiZk4beMXIOoKgaHMSmETkgPymTiPx6MJwVy1t4gWGix3_iGm0A/s320/IMG_5824.JPG" width="670" />
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<br /><div><br /></div>Dear April, <div><br /></div><div>This month felt like a whirlwind. The month started off with allergies that hit me like a brick - which turned into a sinus infection and first time on antibiotics...which I also discovered I'm allergic to. All that said, seasonal allergies won. And stronger allergy meds, air filters, probiotics, and kombucha are my new best friends. </div><div><br /></div><div> Aside from that, I'm finding renewed energy after finally getting better, morning runs without a jacket (although more runs this month with a jacket and wet shoes afterwards), making travel plans, soaking up little bits of sunshine, rediscovering my love for beaded bracelets, putting together spring-y outfits, co-facilitating sessions at two conferences (and all the conference prep!), baking cakes, and learning Japanese with my boyfriend.
</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to add something new to these posts - sort of a tribute to the old "what I'm doing now" posts we used to do on blogs and old Instagram posts. So here are this month's new and favorite reads/listens/views:</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><b>WATCHING: </b><a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt13918776/" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank"><b>The Night Agent</b> </a>on Netflix - love a good conspiracy/action TV drama. This one didn't disappoint (gives me definite 24 vibes!)</li><li><b>READING:</b><i> </i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Real-Self-Care-Transformative-Redefining-Wellness/dp/0593489721" style="font-style: italic;" target="_blank"><b>Real Self-Care</b></a> by Dr. Pooja Lakshmin - bought this after listening to a podcast and cannot wait to dive into it.</li><li><b>LISTENING TO: </b>music by both Conor Albert and Jacob Koller. Always inspired by musicians and thankful to my boyfriend for introducing them to me. <b> <i> </i></b></li><li><b>LEARNING/LOVING: </b>new vegetarian meals! It's been fun to check out all the books at my local library (<b><i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Weekday-Vegetarians-Recipes-Real-Life-Eating/dp/0593138740" target="_blank">The Weekday Vegetarian</a></i></b>, <b><i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Vegetarian-India-Journey-Through-Cooking/dp/1101874864" target="_blank">Vegetarian India</a></i></b>, and <b><i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Love-Real-Food-Feel-Good-Vegetarian/dp/1623367417" target="_blank">Love Real Food</a></i></b>).</li></ul></div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-65430318036426435952023-03-27T00:00:00.041-07:002023-03-27T00:00:00.203-07:00MARCH IN PHOTOS.<img border="0" data-original-height="3972" data-original-width="2979" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglMekctljz5z9sJwofbb3OwT0GPcAUUi_SUWONuPaTW0osajoqMkNaWPW3OaqGgubGlqwkJueuLQutlNK5UhvDic4g6ia27hMXQS7MMkMjG_qY4y0pOn3smDnIry3ML4hW9-PSllbvPX9pOsC4Oxkd_LI_bT2iFitS4VZ_r0QeaCIfCU6rNkEdyWDk_Q/s320/IMG_5101.JPG" width="670" />
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<br /><p>Dear March,</p><p>This month played out much differently than I had planned for - but it was good, in a way that I never expected. What was supposed to be a weeklong stay with my boyfriend turned into a monthlong trip with lots more time spent together - something really good for our long-distance relationship.</p><p>This relationship has made me so much more grateful for the flexibility I have with my job. Getting to work from home (or in this case, away from home) has been the gift this year that I didn't realize how much I'd appreciate. </p><p>So I'm here, in my home-away-from-home and learning a lot about myself in the process. This relationship has been really good for me to communicate and care for my needs (i.e. my love for exercise and working out plus need for alone time) and not always going with the flow like I typically do. I'm also learning to carve out new routines and find peace in the unknown, too. Sometimes I forget how much a relationship teaches me about <i>myself.</i></p><p>Aside from that, March held A LOT of snow, Friday night ice cream dates and weekend trips to try new foods (always the best), lots of dog walks in the rain, and wearing all the sweaters and yoga pants. March also meant lots of homemade breakfast tacos (tortillas from scratch are still my fave), rewatching the Hunger Games series, barre workouts (tried and true fave), winter boots, morning snow flurries, visits to Asian grocery stores (always a favorite of mine), glimpses of sun here and there (and smiles that commenced), and professional development trainings on Zoom. </p><p>It was a growing month <i>and</i> a good month. </p><p>p.s. In case you thought my life lately is something to envy, know that I'm currently fighting a lovely bout of seasonal allergies that have created some very swollen eyes/eyelids). And yes, it's just as lovely as it sounds, haha.</p>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-51935620297855559932023-02-28T18:22:00.039-08:002023-03-06T21:22:08.181-08:00FEBRUARY IN PHOTOS.<img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="6360" data-original-width="4240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlQFZQSsxu7Jm3IK587CQ0ona_Dq4eYHCUlAFtKA9rpluV4ZyxZz7jH2ofV-Ke5dZCa_6fisjZxaB-MyxpCobz0y1nkT7lnXMC0Kq1InGBdkmA2YUOfcTv0xr4yM-248YSsofeQeAYIXfeowEHHG42i1Tydt82auGgK1HDPs96RGKllYuxBnrr0pYdtA/s600/EY2A4248.jpg" width="670" />
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Dear February,<div><br /></div><div>Unexpected snow on Valentine's Day made my pup's day. Sometimes the PNW decides to surprise me with some snow and this Texan rescue pup is in her true element in the snow. She discovered this year that snow is edible and was running around the yard eating it like a kid in a candy store.</div><div><br /></div><div>Valentine's Day itself was a little quieter - after nearly ten years as a teacher, I found myself for the first time in a loooong time not having to find cute perforated cards from the grocery store. I didn't have to buy foam heart stickers or help kids pass out their cards as well. It was a little bittersweet, to say the least.</div><div><br /></div><div>Aside from that, February had space for working in-person with friends, a rainy day photo session, running in new neighborhoods, watching Ginny and Georgia, listening to YA fiction on car rides, library book deliveries, barre workouts on YouTube, Saturday morning blueberry pancakes, making panang curry with the boyfriend, and mochi donuts. </div><div><br /></div><div>February was different this year than last, but it was also really, really good.</div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-47497797746605104792023-02-06T00:00:00.025-08:002023-02-06T00:00:00.199-08:00WORD OF THE YEAR | 2023.<img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="6720" data-original-width="4480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2zQG28z07Ijis4UlXbP4M_gGNnfEE_QPQzFO5tqKYHoO2XTUtcVqpDqA6DOkZznYpuzekKOcPQ39yr4D0asQopR6RwZ6IfLaYAJ_afKjoQox4DHAaOOmhN9p0Pr0F74Ush9cQyjYX_ofYpoqY-AqwjNJN4LsC6DuyHVoaG1nAMbkCvOdBVErvv266g/s320/EY2A4025.JPG" width="670"/>
<b><br /></b><p></p><p><b>Staying true to my indecisive self, I had a really hard time settling on my word for 2023. </b>Last year, I cheated and picked two words but this year, I really wanted to find a word that encompassed all of my hopes, goals, and intentions for the coming year. </p><p>I wavered between a few words and my work team even had a connection activity where we discussed and selected words for the year together -- but again, my indecisive self just could not pick one word. </p><p>But when I read through that list later in the afternoon, I found a few words that I scribbled onto a hot pink sticky note for later.<b> <i>Connect, Delight, Be, Gentle, </i>and <i>Bloom.</i></b></p><p>All four of those words whirled through my mind for the next week and just when I thought I had picked one, a different word would pop into my mind. </p><p>So I took some time to let it simmer and looked up each word in the dictionary as well. </p><p><a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/connect" target="_blank"><b>CONNECT:</b> </a>to become joined; to have or establish rapport; to link together.</p><p><b><a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/delight" target="_blank">DELIGHT:</a> </b>to take great pleasure; to give keen enjoyment; a high degree of gratification or pleasure: joy.</p><p><b><a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/be" target="_blank">BE:</a> </b>to have identity with; to remain undisturbed; to take place; to come or go.</p><p><b><a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/bloom" target="_blank">BLOOM:</a> t</b>o produce or yield flowers; a period of flowering; a state or time of freshness, vigor, and beauty; to shine out.</p><p><a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/gentle" target="_blank"><b>GENTLE:</b></a> free from harshness, sternness, or violence.</p><p><b>So I let it simmer. </b>I let the words just be in the back of my mind as I continued my daily routine. I let them sit in this draft of a blog post and would come back to it every once in awhile to see if any one word popped out at me. </p><p>And then January came and went and now it's the beginning of February. </p><p>I thought I had to have a word picked out by a certain date (ideally, the beginning of January), but I'm starting to see that that was only a rule I made up in my mind. No one has ever said you had to pick out a word at the start of the new year. No one also said you had to pick one word, either. Or that you can't change your mind one million times over, too. </p><p>But when I looked over the words once more at the end of January, SAVOR popped into my head. </p><p><i><b><a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/savor" target="_blank">SAVOR: </a>to give flavor to; to taste or smell with pleasure; to delight in: enjoy. </b></i></p><p>Savor provides space for enjoyment and delight. It has a gentle spirit. And it encourages me to sit and just be, to be present in the moment. Savor is also, in cooking terms, like letting flavors bloom - letting them sink in and shine. </p><p><b>And SAVOR is what I want for this year. </b>I can sense changes coming, just as they did last year in 2022 and I'm eager and hopeful to savor the moments that I have now. Last year, I chose <b><a href="http://www.initstimeblog.com/2022/01/word-of-year-2022.html" target="_blank">EMBRACE and ENJOY</a></b> and felt like I embraced a lot of what 2022 held. But I didn't make as much time enjoying - and that's something I want to do more of this year. I tend to get the most anxious when I feel overwhelmed about the future so savoring the moment and finding gratitude are my go-to antidotes. </p><p><b>Here are my hopes for the upcoming year - how I hope to savor 2023:</b></p><p>Savoring moments with my family. </p><p>Savoring sights and views on hikes.</p><p>Savoring the sound of music in the practice stage - not just mastery or perfection.</p><p>Savoring time spent with friends.</p><p>Savoring puppy kisses and snuggles.</p><p>Savoring the feeling of trying something new.</p><p>Savoring my food instead of inhaling it.</p><p>Savoring the little things.</p><p>Savoring the food I cook - because it's a skill I'm always eager to grow in.</p><p><i><b>So here's to savoring all that 2023 has in store.</b></i></p>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-63808418723482124772023-01-29T17:41:00.000-08:002023-01-29T17:41:24.764-08:00JANUARY IN PHOTOS<img border="0" data-original-height="2686" data-original-width="3581" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_coRQI0QM15lnoCirrjMbu_q-EwB9D5sYkz0lYBPlLb-UQXF7Ck4-YOGYDGrMF1BiSxAzjZXcxO4261DC1ptuL_jfk8_fWdAZClqZuBMo1rwgOt9X0BdgxpHcouNwZNFb0LzEAB5dMW-rAk4pjIfrTyQDgxZxLE_Fzr5B0cpzkAzhMFpY0rEGnGim_Q/s320/IMG_4317_jpg.JPG" width="670" />
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<img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TPHluT6ldbqNWWtYO4CtohxG5418f3yTC69e9Fo1ziXK85d_NOIune0-kz5vqVZ_c4bjUXpgn6pE5vcZq_8ZaubC7YLOQwq7aI-SxYdOf6KRCC6cPr4UERAlmofnnS6ovSud5owTgqEJIFTs4EPsemRtGQsVPbvVHyZDVDpE399VLFBoCMEMQ2CVGg/s320/IMG_4311.JPG" width="670" /><br /><p></p><p>Dear January,</p><p>It's hard to believe that it's actually 2023. Something about the turn of this calendar year felt different. I don't know if time sped by or slowed down, but I felt like I was either moving too fast or was playing catch-up for much of this month. </p><p>I've come to find that my new job has waves of busyness and the holiday weeks were slow, but the weeks before and after were full of presentation/workshop prep and delivery and now we're moving into the spring season. I've come to learn (fairly quickly) that spring = conference season and the proposals are in full swing. </p><p>I digress. We all know you did <i>not</i> come here to read about my work life. </p><p>Aside from that, this month included birthday celebrations and watching movies late into the night. January provided the time and space for two long-weekend trips. I got to see small towns, visit new parks, and try new restaurants. January also brought time for baking pies and cookies. Listening to lots of Spotify and a fun band in wine bar (avoided the crowd and just listened from outside). I got the most wear out of my rain coat and boots. And lots of puppy kisses and naps, too. January also included dressing up just for fun (aka because I don't have an excuse to dress up right now). And strengthening work friendships through Zoom. </p><p>It was a quiet January - but it was a good one at that. I'm learning to find joy in the present moment again and am really trying to make the most of what I have now. I can feel changes coming over the course of the year (growth, newness) and am trying to make sure I take the time to make the most of now before it's gone. </p><p><br /></p>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-17567264438150357152022-12-29T00:00:00.057-08:002022-12-29T00:00:00.186-08:00DECEMBER IN PHOTOS. <img border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="6720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlgOmK4VQsL4-IdyKZa-YgzwU8vBo-GmIFUY0rituo3nOMAKxk0E7APb6wRvwUWczbXbGMohDTwvQ3AdePSwW0jdPKEe9O24kqDKDUAl_qzOEtRt6Vi_bts-2WX7hBBei7Z4bRjeiJPecYhQ7giryXgQB_jVQ9l2His9O-ziPzYXtciru_Tf15nzzlQ/s320/EY2A4184.JPG" width="670" />
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<img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOw90sg1rl2wJvuwit0l3DZOhTovRhf6l80beG0stb2-Gg6APd7QRyMi6y-5c_Lf7yttnaBlCBD3b4-qEZ9WbrqkLdn2UYe9DDMDp1n_fRh_LRC_s-YtpnL73Q7ok4Bd3-dEswPDRPqvCGeKcnTBR7Ev__zIVkCsHprwuUN9Ch4x9n2jeHiR51rFVZng/s320/IMG_4129.JPG" width="670" /><br /><div><br /></div>Dear December, <div><br /></div><div><i>Exhale. </i>May this be a moment, a time to collectively acknowledge the busyness and the fullness of this month and this year. </div><div><br /></div><div>December came in swiftly, as it often does. One moment it's November and I'm complaining about the dark nights and mornings and the next moment, the lights are hanging, Christmas music is playing, and I suddenly have wrapping paper, ribbon, and gift bags all over my bedroom floor. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think back on my days when I went to church and how much of December was anticipation about Christmas Eve services - the extra rehearsals, the outfit planning, the Christmas ornaments decorated for the kids to give to their parents. There was a lot of anticipation that led up to Christmas. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nowadays, December looks a little different. And I find myself looking and seeking ways to create new traditions, new rituals to celebrate one of my favorite times of the year. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think about the Zoom calls with colleagues this month, chatting about life and non-work related things (because we all need connection and relationships that go past a brief "how are you?" exchange). I think about the morning runs with multiple layers of clothing just to stay warm. I think of the festive snacks at Trader Joe's (the cinnamon roll popcorn this year was my fave by far). Or the way playing music with my sister brought back childhood memories. Watching the snow fall from the sky and the ice coat the streets. I think of the walks with my mom and sister. And the yearly tradition of driving around at night to look at Christmas lights. It's those little moments that I always treasure most and I know that's why I continue these blog posts, even if no one reads them. Because for me, there's something so beautiful about finding joy and love and light in the little moments. The little moments that add up to something greater -- <i>life. </i></div><div><br /></div><div>So here's to being extra sappy at the end of the year (or all times of the year, if you're me!). </div><div><br /></div><div><i>I hope you have a wonderful holiday season and a very happy new year. </i></div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-22760467662836298912022-12-22T00:00:00.013-08:002022-12-22T00:00:00.260-08:002022 REFLECTIONS.<img border="0" data-original-height="6720" data-original-width="4480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7N-GWDVwH0Zee0pWzHrRy2fsmhUxSVSaCekpHHflhKMe6_dwRTrHOnPP_yiBgicudKmvdqDTaj_MbajhQxtWIARehE1c6wZl6BYZXcRPg8AbhtpwZEUV2TlSh-BUOZyCktbKM-0m8Yto03YzCX73KIsgMMGP4mNXVV2ruQw0PVVe4A4lh6PETd3O1Mw/s320/EY2A2667.jpg" width="670" /><br /><div><br /></div>December always gives me an <i>extra</i> dose of nostalgia and introspection and this year was no different. For some reason, there was an extra dose of reflection this year and I can't help but think about this time last year (at the end of 2021) and think about how little I knew what would be in store for me. <div><br /></div><div>2022 was my year to <b><a href="http://www.initstimeblog.com/2022/01/word-of-year-2022.html" target="_blank"><i>embrace</i> and <i>enjoy</i></a>.</b> And in so many ways, it was just that. A year of enjoyment and embracing the unknowns and the changes I never ever would have predicted. But like presents under the tree, there's a sweetness in surprises, even if they come in the boxes you weren't expecting to receive in the first place.</div><div><br /></div><div>In January, my hopes were to enjoy the present moment. Embrace all my feelings and emotions. Embrace the relationships and friendships I have. Enjoy the ordinary and mundane. Embrace the tough seasons. Enjoy the silence. Embrace the similarities and differences I have with others. And enjoy and embrace my body and appearance. </div><div><br /></div><div>And as I re-type all of these hopes and intentions, I find myself shaking my head in disbelief that these sentences were all things I found myself doing in little (and big!) ways. </div><div><br /></div><div>2022 held lots of journaling and reflection. Quiet solo walks/runs/hikes to process and daydream. This summer, I started therapy which brought a soft, safe space to process some emotions and worries I've held to on my own for a long time now. A new job and career switch in July challenged me to see myself in a new role and created space for new friendships to form. Working from home brought about an appreciation for flexibility and agency in a job. Finding workouts that work for my body brought a new appreciation and love for myself -- being proud of the work I've put in and the goals I've reached is something very new to me (even though I'm in my thirties!). And re-downloading dating apps brought a man in my life who's made me so much more grateful, present, and excited for all that's to come. </div><div><br /></div><div>2022 was a year of change, but it was a year of much needed change. And I know I'll look back on this year knowing that I've changed but that I fully enjoyed and embraced these new seasons, too.</div><div><br /></div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-4610186591414853562022-12-05T00:00:00.000-08:002022-12-05T00:00:00.196-08:00ON THERAPY.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOf-9cEVccwtSBioE6PD9YL5PRbG-m9V7bTzuNJnljwtmyofDoU3cfEuyVmbjCLRvkTku-Rweq7zj2DylzdbYw8PJJcbkWX-wCgE0xfJlc-LuPA82X7vkLMTkXZOQhuAxOZtxl_7zm3582HK17vQOzWq8I5-mgfKcaSMVT2PTle5gLIIZjTCfBNRqi2g/s600/IMG_3658.JPG" width="670" />
I started therapy this past summer. It was something I know I've needed/wanted to do for some time but could never find the space to do so while teaching. Honestly, typing that last sentence out showed me just how much I needed it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But I digress. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I decided to go with online/video therapy (<i>BetterHelp works, friends!</i>) because it would allow for a wider network of options and choices for therapists and it would also provide me with the flexibility to do it from the comfort of my home without having to take too much time out of my work day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Before starting, I felt a little nervous but very ready to unlearn some anxious tendencies and have a place to process my upbringing. And that's exactly what happened. It was much easier than I expected for me to open up and each session was a reminder about the power of having a safe space to just be and show up authentically. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i>We all need spaces to bring our full, true, whole selves and to bring all our emotions, our thoughts, and our worries. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I've never really had that place before and now that I have been in this space, I find myself wanting to create safer spaces for others.
There's a lot of stigma around going to therapy, but I have never found myself in a more peaceful and content place now that I've gone to therapy. I've since found myself practicing mindfulness and meditations, finding relief and calm in deep breathing, and learning to identify and notice the worries I feel without letting them spiral or ruminate in my head. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It aligned really well with this season of starting a new job and dating again and it was the perfect way for me to ground myself and reset/restart on a better, more confident foundation. I am so grateful for the time and the financial ability to do therapy and for a therapist who created a space for me to grow, learn, and thrive inside and outside of our time together. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> <i>Note: not sponsored whatsoever, just really grateful for therapy! </i></div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-10681820960065013342022-11-28T00:00:00.077-08:002022-11-28T00:00:00.188-08:00NOVEMBER IN PHOTOS. <img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKh5bx8S9-qNsYGGJe7GBw1vP_hjpvQ_Yy7ytVs6HyN2IxNKN-h0T3y7jUKn0EjokiU9yxZoKCjRUkhIHucYcFpTp-qEHahqCOWlsc_4YK_mXjfuUJ5_YkKP4kr3WMrNCo5jo16qUKbNqhm6rf8WJWPzzfwr0YloQrbWEjsfNZWlXwsFLaM6cM2z0XA/s320/IMG_3751.JPG" width="670" />
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<img border="0" data-original-height="3832" data-original-width="2874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPxCnONvuVEjiPBN2sg2CtXfum4lHEWj8O1j6w0yEy67aydNHuxndAZqsVxx747_PDZy48XmXJQzQNps9S7gXSUXczcV3xmK2zpbK-LQyF6VfBESG7lwLXzUqQWtusK-MF8Qz6bo2vxEIIQgakmCePg5On95_kV0KvRg6v-WnoRw34xTwsumqO9qzAg/s320/IMG_3885.jpg" width="670" />Dear November,<br /><p>This month feels a bit like a blur. Fall finally hit and watching all of the leaves change color and then float to the ground throughout my work day reminded me of one of my favorite quotes I happened upon years ago - <i>Fall is a reminder that there is beauty in letting go. </i></p><p>And I feel like that's what 2022 has really been about. I let go of a lot of beliefs I held onto since childhood, let go of negativity and lies I've been telling myself (about myself), and have let go of an identity (teaching) that I have held onto for so long as well. </p><p>The beauty that ensued is what continues to push me forward. The freedom, the love, the grace, the independence, and the joy that has come as a result? They're all things I continue to find myself grateful for. </p><p>November brought my first cold in years (think pre-covid times). It was gentle reminder that rest is important and I feel grateful it wasn't anything worse. It hit me hard and used all the vitamin C, elderberry, lozenges, manuka honey, and kleenex I could get my hands on. Netflix Christmas movies became my go-to (so easy to fall asleep to!). </p><p>Aside from that, November brought cold snowflakes, gave me space to continue to explore more of the PNW, enjoy the perks of working remotely, and carve out time for family and loved ones. I have felt more often than not ready to hibernate and have been living in yoga pants and sweaters/sweatshirts on the daily. I started listening to Christmas music, playing Christmas music on the viola, and decorated a gingerbread house already. And the boots have been taken out of storage (rain boots, winter boots, chelsea boots -- allllll of them), too. I have enjoyed sipping on hot tea every morning as well -- tea that I actually have the time to drink most of the mug before it gets cold!</p><p>There is a lot to be grateful for this month and that's where I want to leave this letter. <i>Grateful.</i></p>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858077928947631725.post-22858369913839752442022-10-30T00:00:00.002-07:002022-10-30T00:00:00.184-07:00OCTOBER IN PHOTOS.<img border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="6720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvxT-TMb6Z0sU15uJLYwO-o1ky7qFaxZpUZ0dz0B-oKsuhRksgsk20_BXmCF0lTVpLCtp2wwiCs4rnkqCi3Dz8_UWhuJXzkYbiOPQ-MqXmL9vd--YAYFrgBvtLDCF1NuU-u8CgE9sfKys3MiU8cs6DwWA4wiUUWuU6PxvcJV-EtRqz9iYLm-dnIFQi3g/s320/EY2A3669.jpg" width="670" /><img border="0" data-original-height="4480" data-original-width="6720" hsrc="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINFz6ovD0KjeCBCDHckpSWbnECtC6s3JSr3tDicJGlWThErU1McRmEb-XR0_nHLzPeKcpAZcwotOg1qNpXKsVA7sCxFnP3CC8C6YMtjk7haxmTEf9_jRiZA_44sTS_oyt1r6LDuJjXPGr_sIOiIf7y2Y8MyxJS175hhMzWqFM4wxMtV1FFMOfU-UT7A/s320/EY2A3674.jpg" width="670" />
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Dear October, <div><br /></div><div>It was hard to believe it was fall when the sun was shining and the skies were so smoky (wildfires are no joke). I would have assumed it was still August or early September based on my attire as well (shorts in late October in the Pacific Northwest?).
</div><div><br /></div><div>It wasn't until the very end of October when the rain came and the cool air came at night and lasted through mid-morning. I got to pull out some sweater and cardigans but my boots and pullover sweaters are still anxiously awaiting their debut. I'm sure I'll complain about the weather again once it's raining non-stop, but it's just made for a very non-fall fall this year.</div><div><br /></div><div>Aside from the weather, October held opportunities for networking. I presented twice at my first-ever conference and while it felt scary beforehand, I found myself loving every second of it once I got started. This introvert over here still loves teaching and even though I wasn't singing and dancing to <i>Dance Monkey </i>or the <i>Frozen</i> soundtrack, I was still able to channel my inner-child by providing adult coloring books and candy during the sessions I co-facilitated. </div><div><br /></div><div>And if you're concerned I'm turning into an extrovert, don't you worry. I still enjoyed my lunches outside by myself in the sunshine. I needed some down time to recharge and was oh so grateful for a little break away from networking. </div><div><br /></div><div>After that conference, I took a mini-vacation to go hiking and explore more of the PNW. It was just what I needed and it made it even harder to return back to work after a long weekend away. </div><div><br /></div><div>It felt very weird to take time away from work during the school year but it was a reminder that life seasons change and that I can use vacation time (which I didn't have as a teacher during September-June) to recharge and refuel and enjoy. I felt guilty at first, but after taking a Friday off, I know that it's something I hope to continue to do in the months/years to come. </div><div><br /></div><div>Aside from that, October included flu shots and COVID boosters, <a href="https://www.instagram.com/theeveryday.photography/" target="_blank">rebranding my photography</a>, photo shoots and collaborations, time hiking with friends, all things pumpkin from Trader Joe's, re-organizing my ever-growing children's book collection, afternoon dog walks, and learning how to play poker.</div><div><br /></div><div>October was full and I'm ready to see what November brings next. </div>Kikihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09995732867958680921noreply@blogger.com0