five things [8/27/18 edition]

Hi! Happy Monday!

I’ve recently decided to start writing on here more often… I’m aiming for once a week and we will see what happens from there. I don’t know what I’ll write about, if it’ll be personal or random, serious or silly, but I do know that writing helps flex my creative muscle which needs some exercising these days!

So today I’ll start with five things I’ve been enjoying lately!

1. Morgan Harper Nichols

If you have an Insta, I’d recommend following her immediately. She write poetry for free in response to submissions people send in. After almost every single poem I read, while internally sobbing I think, “You wrote this for me, didn’t you?!”

It’s all so peaceful and relatable and beautiful and empowering. We’re all doing this life thing together, folks. Poetry makes it easier.

2. Iced Americanos

I bought an espresso machine for Patrick for Christmas and honestly didn’t use it that much until this summer. Turns out I don’t care for a latte everyday and I was plenty happy with bringing a cup of coffee to work (after already having had two cups at home, make no mistake).

But then I made one of these babies and wondered what in the world I had ever been doing drinking hot coffee in a triple digit temp summer.

It also gave me a reason to use my rad stainless steel straws!

3. Good Eats

I’ll expand under each picture this time:

The Greenbelt from Pinthouse Pizza. Patrick and I went here for date night a few weeks ago and also got the Honey Pear pizza (or something along those lines), which had prosciutto, pear, and honey. Hot dog, ’twas good.

Carrot Cake from Quack’s. I recently discovered a love for carrot cake I didn’t know I had. I will be honest though, the icing to cake ratio is a bit too high at Quack’s. I’ll forgive them as long as they never stop making chocolate twists.

Okay, so Patrick and I love Chick-fil-A sauce. I mean, who doesn’t? Patrick found a copycat recipe and it was shockingly close. We even had a packet of actual Chick-fil-A sauce to compare it too, so trust me on this. The homemade one is slightly less thick, but whatever.

We paired it which Annie’s mac n cheese and, not one, not two, but three different types of fake chicken because we’re nerds.

What you’re seeing here is Patrick’s creation. It’s pizza made with that Chick-fil-A sauce, fake chicken, and white cheddar cheese. It was good! Needed waffle fries.

Lastly, but still delicious, avocado that I ate with a fork and pita chips because I saw guacamole on insta and wanted it so badly but was too lazy to make it so I just sprinkled garlic salt on this avocado and called it a day.

4. Outside

I made a goal last month to start hiking more often and I’ve been very successful! This morning Patrick and I hiked part of the Greenbelt and I was explaining to him how I can enjoy outside so much more when I’m just walking in it rather than running or biking.

That being said I’ve also been enjoying fun bike rides in the heat and I’ve started running again! I’m starting with very very low mileage to try to correct any issues that might lead to injury at a higher mileage.

Anyway, being outside has brought me a lot of peace and happy vibes this last month and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon!

5. Empowering Music

Just listen to them and you’ll get it.

Alright, that’s it from me. Have a great week! Hopefully I’ll see you soon??



I am dancing with my five year old self.

I am dancing with my five year old self.

She stumbles over her feet.

She doesn’t know what to do with this body that grows faster than she can chase her sister in the yard!

She throws her head back and laughs, with reckless abandon, at every silly face I make. Every dance move that, frankly, looks awkward.

She smiles because she can Because she is overjoyed, overfilled with love and laughter.

Because what else is there in the world more enjoyable than dancing?

As we spin, I watch her grow.


She’s eight with a mop of hair on her head.

And suddenly she’s twelve and doesn’t quite understand the importance of deodorant.

Oh no, she’s sixteen and thinking about love. At this point, she’d rather dance with a boy than with a woman who can’t possibly understand what she’s going through.

Eighteen years old and she’s graduating high school.

Her tassel spins and flounces with the same vigor as our bodies.

She’s eighteen and she experiences heartbreak. And she’s hungry.

She doesn’t want to dance anymore. She doesn’t have the energy for it.


She’s nineteen and living her best life. The light is filtering through the windows and she’s finding joy in it.

She teaches me moves and styles and a way of living and loving that transcends our dance.

She’s twenty-one and wine-turnt and laughing until her belly aches.

It’s less of a partner dance and more of a performance with each of us dancing to make the other laugh some more, utilizing energy that took years to cultivate and practice.

She’s twenty-two and has a man to slow dance with, but she knows there really is no one better to dance with than yourself.

There is no choreography; I have to go with my gut.

I don’t know what moves will come next. How I’ll dance at twenty-five. Forty-four. Ninety-seven.

But know this, wherever you find me, however you find me; there will be a melody in my head and I’ll be grooving.