Slow Down

In college, my motto was work hard, play hard. Between an internship, a job, sorority fun, and oh yeah, school, sleep was always the last on my priority list.

These days, it's work, work and more work. I can't recover like I did three years ago, and my bones ache when I walk home at night from work. I've been tempted to nap at the bus stop. Needless to say, I was so thankful for a three-day weekend where vegging out was the top priority.

A movie, a Dexter marathon, and delicious food and drinks were on the agenda this weekend. College Bethy might chastise current Bethy for not living up every second of the non-computer time, but I'd gladly take it if it meant lazily enjoying and sleeping away every second this weekend. Thankful for a little refresh.

 

Weekend treat. 

I Believe

One of my biggest faults is being too type A for my own good. I can't count the number of arguments I've gotten into with my parents, siblings and significant other because a situation or event didn't work out as perfectly as I expected. This whole learning to let go thing is something I am continually working on, and managing these stressed out, controlling feelings is a big step in helping and healing current relationships with my dearests.

Confession: over. Where is this post going? My boyfriend and I had tickets to see Book of Mormon this weekend. We've been looking forward to this magical Saturday for months. We were told that we had tickets to a "VIP lounge" at 11am, and arrived at 12ish, only to be told that doors didn't open until 1:15. It was cold, rainy and I was sooooo looking forward to a snack and a cocktail. This was the perfect opportunity to freak out at a lack of unwarranted perfection.

I'm proud to say that I fought those feelings and made an equally good, if not better, memory with my boyfriend. We checked out a fancy hotel. We grabbed a drink at a semi-sketchy diner. We managed the hour of free time wonderfully. And absolutely nothing was lost when we finally went into the Orpheum - it was just as beautiful and theatre-y as I expected.

Badgley Mischka's and a pint of beer? Imperfect perfection.

PS: I Believe (a song from the show) has been stuck in my head for two days straight now :)

A New Year, A New Start

2013 was quite the year. A year of struggle, a year of stress, a year of physical pain and a year that I felt sucked all the nice out of me. It wasn't my favorite year, and I've had to dig deep to find the redeeming moments and sunshine-y bright spots. Maybe if I sit with 2013 a little longer, I'll be able to produce one of those splashy "best moments" of 2013 posts. Maybe. But for now, I'm trying to take control of the pieces that have fallen out of my control, build myself into a stronger being that can withstand the harsh, current climate and make healthy the relationships I hold dear.

Cheers to 2014!

From a night that all I did was dance with my family and eat. And didn't give a darn about anything else.