The Everyday Adventure: Lighter.

The Everyday Adventure: Lighter.

“You look lighter, like a weight has been lifted.”

That’s what a friend said to me a few days ago.

If I’m being honest, this has been the first week all month that I haven’t felt some sort of sadness or heaviness. Instead, my heart literally feels like it’s about to burst.

I don’t know why the change, really. Spending time with the right people. Saying the right words. Doing things I really love.

A wedding dress came in the mail today and I didn’t think it was possible to be so in love with something. Like I seriously can’t stop thinking about it and I just want to go put it on and hang out in it.

I went thrifting after work and I can’t really explain the way it makes me feel. On a bad day it makes me happy, so on a good day it nearly sends me over the top. Why can’t I do something I love that much for a living?? (I’m formulating a plan for this by the way…) I scored wood bowls, a few rad 70’s macrame plant hangers, a rattan magazine rack, a basket for a buck (that I will use to stash extra blankets!), some mugs, and a little copper vessel that will most likely be turned into a planter.

And a few other things but I don’t want you to think I have a problem. :)

But seriously why do I love it so much?

I also opened my hope chest tonight to dig through the things I’ve stored in there over the years. And it just got excited about creating a home soon. I was amazed at the amount of necessities I actually had packed in there, and I realized how thankful I am for the people in my life that have been building that stash for the past several years.

How am I so lucky?

I was driving home tonight and the sky was this fiery orange and “Grace to Grace” by Hillsong was playing and I almost started crying from the goodness and the joy. For who He is and what He did. For the way He made me. For the loves He gave me. For constant grace. For little joys. For big joys.

Lately I’ve felt so incredibly me, and I just want her to stay.



I stayed up way too late last night.

Tuesdays are the one day a week that Chris comes over and we do stuff– we plan the wedding and do our Startup Camp homework. The past few weeks we’ve been so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things to do that we tend to jump from one task to the next, never accomplishing anything.

Since I’m a planner and I love schedules, I thought we should make a task list for the evening and set amount of times to do them. I just love a clean outline, a plan, a roadmap of where we’re going. It helps me stay focused.

We started strong. We were researching how much it costs to start an LLC in Illinois (it’s the most expensive state to do so, by the way) when we thought we’d talk to my dad about business.

We sat down to talk around 7:30 and we got up at 11:30.

Generally, I’d be upset that we didn’t “get more done,” that we’d not finished any of our tasks and got off our plan.

But not this time.

We sat and listened to my dad’s advice, which led to him sharing his own experience and, ultimately, his own long journey to where he is today. I had to swallow back tears a few different times, even though I knew most of his story. He talked how crazy life’s path ends up looking and we told him he needed to write a book.

Our conversation eventually led into the wedding and how to make all of our crazy ideas happen. But at the end of the night, Chris and I both agreed. That was a really good night.

Even though we technically didn’t get anything done. Even though all the goals we set for the evening went unmet.

There’s something about holding your plans loosely and saying yes to conversations that matter, the ones that give life.

It’s really easy to fall into complaining and ranting and feeding off one another’s drama, offenses, or problems.

But these are the conversations that move me. People’s stories. Their lessons. Their advice.

Those are the moments to stop for. The moments to let everything else fall to the background in order to be present with people. To listen. To learn. To stop doing long enough to just be.


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The Everyday Adventure: Seasons.

The Everyday Adventure: Seasons.

It’s no mystery that there’s a lot I don’t like about living in Illinois.

But nothing quite compares with the way the harvest smells.

It’s probably my favorite thing about this area. I’ve tried explaining it to my friends who live in the city. And it’s impossible.

Every year I complain that fall flies by, that it’s never long enough. And for the first time in a while, I feel like I’m noticing it more.

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