There's a lot of What am I doing here? happening lately in my life. I sit down at my desk at work each morning and it's one of two types of What am I doing here? It's either the, Alright. What am I doing here? where I scramble to figure out how to juggle my… Continue reading findings.
[I started this blahg post four days ago. I truly thought I would start and finish it four days ago, but here we are. this first part was written four days ago. then—now—we are four days, four years later.] What a day. Today, is the four year anniversary of my tragic ski accident. It feels… Continue reading FOUR.
Things have been hard. Other things, yes, but the election and days following have been very hard. A few days after the news, I received a group email from a strong, fired-up woman of a friend. It was addressed to several other strong, fired-up women. The email was titled "What the fuck?" It was asking… Continue reading i need an answer.
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.
Evan and I shot a wedding this summer. Wading through the over 7,000 photos to select and edit, I was way more joy-filled than I ever thought I would be. And partly it was because I came across this sequence of Evan so in the zone. So excited about working like this together. So excited… Continue reading evan… on the hunt.
One Year. 366 Days. One year ago from Sunday, Evan and I set out on a great adventure—marriage. But we decided to make the actual day an adventure, as well, so we set out on bikes from Jackson, Wyoming to String Lake in Grand Teton National Park [28 miles], waited out the rain, vowed to… Continue reading a nearly grand anniversary.
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.
The weeks have been bright. There was pulling off the surprise for the best party for my best friend with her best friends: Then there was a perfect Missoula trip for work: One of the nights in Missoula, I ended a wine/inspiration/gossip-fueled dinner at one of my favorite restaurants with a colleague and decided I… Continue reading brightness. back with me.
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.
It's been a weird few weeks. That is being generous to the last month. A lot of it came to the saddest apex yesterday with layoffs at my job. I survived this first round. Some of my closest Bozeman friends did not survive the layoffs. The tone today at work was sad/confused/dazed/sad/overwhelmed/dazed/sad. I saw this video… Continue reading some much needed alicia keys.
[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.
I was obsessed with #ALLMYMOVIES. In exactly the way you'd expect of me, I was obsessed—thought it was beautiful/brilliant. I watched it constantly and stared at Shia LaBeouf in a way I have never stared at him… or any celebrity… or maybe any human… I stared at him like the emotional project that it was.… Continue reading to be counted present.
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.
After a crazy/awesome weekend of adventuring in the Montana mountains [evan actually adventuring. me working with film crews and being so excited about it.], we jumped in our car and drove to our most recent home — Missoula — to see Ira Glass and dine and drink and brunch and laugh with friends we don't… Continue reading one month.
Evan and I married on August 14th in a ceremony that was quickly planned and hilariously/perfectly executed. I keep looking back and telling Evan, "Oh, we should've done this!" "Oh, why didn't we do this?!" When in reality, we were up at 5am biking to our favorite lake and then didn't fall asleep until 3am… Continue reading these hands.
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.