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Lesson learned. Eat it all up then and there.

Today should be Friday but sadly it’s Thursday which makes this week feel like the longest week of my life. Drag on much June 12th? Last night I met Kelan and his work friend at the new greek place on Hayes. I’d been wanting to try it but not really interested in the lines that go along with it. This time it worked out. Here is the trick. Show up at 9:59 (they close at 10) and order as quickly as you can. It’s not hard because they really only have four things served two ways. Ok so that’s eight things I get it. What I discovered as I waited patiently for my salad wrap thingy is their yogurt machine. “Greek frozen yogurt??” Kelan said. Yes yes it was a greek frozen yogurt machine. Practically falling off my chair I asked the greek frozen yogurt lady the details of the masterpiece she was currently making. Get this ‘Baklava with frozen greek yogurt on top’. Are you freaking kidding me! A. Why is this the first I’m hearing of it? B. Why has this not been invented sooner? Maybe it has and I just need to go to Greece to discover their ingenuity? Probably. C. How many can one person have? Well sad story short I saved this scintillating adventure for another time. You know save the good stuff up until you just can’t handle it anymore. It was a hard walk home. I was doubting this decision as soon as I made it. Even after I had forgotten about the whole encounter I jumped into bed and it struck me. Why. Why did I not eat it all up right then right there?

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This is what I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.  It’s not the one-offs that make change happen. It’s not the chance encounters that always bring us what we want.  It’s taking the small baby steps towards something bigger that make you look back and realize it has changed for better or for worse.  I vow to take those baby steps towards something better.  Towards something I am proud.

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Girl’s Weekend

It’s June which usually means it is time for my annual trip to Santa Barbara. This is a tradition I wasn’t even aware that I had.  The other night, the night before take off for SB I thought to my self “what was I doing a year ago this week” you know because you can do that with instagram.  So I scrolled and scrolled and to my surprise I was in Santa Barbara a year ago this week.  Then I went two years back, same thing (plus or minus one week) then three years back same thing!  Four years back doesn’t exist on my instagram, but I can bet you that I was in SB.  Every year at this time I must get the unrelenting urge to bake my body in the sun, roam around the spanish style architecture and squeeze all my favorite pretty faces.  So we went, Amanda, Harlow and I strapped the bags to the car, our leashes to the seat belts and whizzed down California.

 

Boy was it the right decision.  I won’t lie, we both wondered if we had the time, or if we were up for the total 10 hours of driving. #worthit should have been the motto because everything we did felt like that.  Worth it.  We went to my favorite breakfast spot Back Yard Bowls.  Met another Amanda and another min pin, we visited Stina and delivered her bowl.  Then on up to the mountains we headed before going to the beach.  Along the way we found an estate sale.  I don’t even want to get into the house I mean estate it was where I should live and have 20 babies and make Jam.  Seriously, you have to have 20 babies to live in that estate because there were about 20 bedrooms, maybe more.  After scoring a couple finds, one which Kelan now calls the navaho blanket and a rickety-too-tall coffee table we scurried halfway up the mountain, took some pics and ran straight to Santa Clause lane.  From there we proceeded to nap, swim, and nap some more.  I forgot how much I love swimming in the ocean.

Later that night we had dinner with my friends and laughed our butts off.  The weekend was a blast and I am so happy to report that I am headed back that way in a couple with with Kelan.   Here are some pics to prove how divinely perfect the weekend was.

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we found so much inspiration at this church in Montecito.  I’d driven past it a million times but never had the gust to pull over and roam through.  This is now on my top 5 places to see when visiting SB.

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After this trip I was feeling inspired, full and ready to tackle the world.  A few blows here and there and now I am back to doubting it all over again.  What happened.  Where did the “I can do anything” go?  I suppose it’s time I put my money where my mouth is and start ACTING on what my goals are.  Stop wasting the moments that slip past so easily, start really working towards the life I want.  I see it so clearly in my head, yet when I go to act and make a first step I seem to make a wrong turn or sprain my ankle.  If I want the end result i have to be willing to work towards it, day and night relentlessly.  There should be no other option, because in my head thats how it feels.  Like there is no other choice.  I can’t go back and change my major, or make different decisions, heck even if I did maybe I wouldn’t have found this gut feeling.  No more shoulds and coulds and whole bunch more “yes lets get em!”