It's Easy When You're Young Not To Realize That You're Lucky


I originally wrote this post a couple of weeks ago when the wine and the words were finally flowing after so many months of the well being dry.

The word well that is. The wine well has never been fuller than it has this past year.

The gist of it was an overview of how utterly emotionally exhausting this year has been, juxtaposed with all the struggles of those closest to me and the world at large as a reminder that I have no right to complain. A nice hot mess of feeling sorry for myself and then feeling guilty for feeling sorry for myself.

I don't feel that it accomplished what my inebriated mind intended it to do, so I took it down the next morning.

But I desperately do want to reclaim this creative space again and the only thing stopping me is how overwhelming a feat it seems to pick up where I left off, complete with an explanation or recap of where I've been. So here I am, reposting this in a (ridiculously) pared down version, as a means to rip the bandaid off and just get back at it.

The recap is this: This year has been hard. For me, sure, but for everyone it seems. I don't know if this is just adulthood-induced hyperawareness and this is why adults always seemed so stressed out when I was a kid or if things really are that bad in the world. It sure feels like the latter.

But then we got married and all of the people closest to us came out and made our day incredible for us and for that I am grateful. It was the brightest spot in an otherwise pretty dark couple of years and it has created a lightness in me that has made me cautiously hopeful again. To be the recipient of such love and generosity, to feel like I've entered a new, elevated phase with the love of my life, to be done with the (fun) stress of planning and paying for a wedding, and to have come to my own realization of what needs to take priority now that we have started this new chapter as a family unit.

That reprioritization has made me a lot more aware of the changes I need to make to be the best version of myself that I can be for my husband, my family and friends and the planet. And the best version of me desperately needs a creative outlet and a platform to share and connect.

Which brings me back to this space. My little digital sanctuary.

I'm excited to reconnect and to carve out time for myself to focus on this space in a new way. While this is a place where I still want to write about all things to do with my life (helloooo wedding posts!), living in San Diego, surf shack decor, travels, fitness, and the ocean, I'll also be adding in a lot more about my focus on a more eco-conscious lifestyle and conscious consumerism, my personal creative projects, and eventually, our grand adventure of starting a family (!!!!).


Saying YAS to the Dress


With less than 6 months until our wedding now, planning is finally in full swing! And I could not be more excited.

Back in January I was tearing through wedding checklists like a maniac. But I quickly realized that this is the only time I get to do this. And I want this planning process to be fun and memorable and stress-free too (or at least as stress-free as it can be for a stress addict like me). I want to indulge in it a bit!

So when it came to shopping for The Dress, I decided to make a weekend out of it. Shanna, Makena, Bonnie and I headed up to Venice Beach the weekend after my birthday with a cute AirBnB booked and two dress appointments: one at Dreamers and Lovers in Torrance and the other at my bridal mecca, Grace Loves Lace.

60s Surfy Beachy Breezy Boho California Bride


That's it. That's the search term I have typed into Google anytime I have even ventured to daydream about my wedding day. And if you have ever searched such a thing in the past 5 or 6 years, you have probably seen this dress: Grace Loves Lace's beautiful Hollie.

For a long time, I only ever pictured getting married in this dress. And since I first laid eyes on it, I've been obsessed with literally anything that Grace Loves Lace puts out. I don't think I have ever even seriously entertained the idea of being anything other than a GLL bride.

Until today. Today, when I have narrowed it down to not one but two GLL dresses that I am painstakingly, melodramatically trying to decide between.

Sadly, neither of the two is the Hollie (let's be honest, that dress would have fit my 27-year-old bod a lot nicer than my 32-year-old bod), but both of them are perfect in their own right. And I am so torn between them that my fearless bridesmaids have even gone so far as to suggest that I look at.... other dresses.

They have a point. If it's so hard to decide then maybe neither of them is The Dress?

So, for the first time since the very beginning of this wedding planning process, I typed in my search term again. And I didn't totally hate what I saw.

Hot Chocolate 5K/15K


Fun fact: there are like 200 days until Ryan and I get married. And I am no where near the shape I want to be in. So get ready for an onslaught of #SweatingForTheWedding fitness posts!

Starting with this one: a recap of my very fun, very hilly, very hungover Hot Chocolate 5K last Sunday!

After prepping our guest room and bringing my dad home from the hospital last Friday, then cooking and hosting my annual St. Patrick's Day dinner last Saturday (with the addition of a lentil Shepherd's Pie this year!), I hopped out of bed at 5:45am on Sunday morning and headed to the Gaslamp for my second 5K Sunday in a row with my friend Megan.

Yeah... I was not exactly setting myself up for a PR.

The Hot Chocolate 5K is sponsored by Sweet Valley Organics and it was on behalf of them and their lovely team that Megan and I got to participate. Sweet Valley Organics makes delicious organic dark chocolate-covered fruit and nut snack bites, with mostly fair-trade sourced ingredients. Their Dark Chocolate Sea Salt Toffee Almonds, Dark Chocolate Cinnamon Praline Pecans, and Dark Chocolate Sea Salt Caramel Cashews are suuuuuuper yummy. (These are wedding diet approved right?)

Miss B's Coconut Club


A couple of Fridays ago I finally visited a restaurant that's been on my list for a while now: Miss B's Coconut Club in Mission Beach. I am a total sucker for all things tropical- and island-themed and Miss B's is famous for its Island vibes. Vibes which were so necessary on the dreary, blustery Friday that my friend Makena and I headed in for some tiki-inspired cocktails.

That's right, San Diego gets March weather too! It may not be three back-to-back nor'easters, but a damp, gray, windy Friday afternoon is still just as much of a bummer.

Which is why we needed tropical atmosphere, comfort food, and giant skulls full of tequila, mezcal, pomegranate and cinnamon to distract us from the weather.