Oh New York. You were perfect. 

My favorite thing I did for myself in 2016 was take a spontaneous (secret) trip to New York. *when you find round trip tickets for barely $100, and have a free place to stay, it’s hard to not go.)

I stayed in SoHo. My room had views of the Freedom Tower and sunsets on The Hudson. I looked at the concrete city in all it’s wonder from the One World Observation Deck. I strolled across Brooklyn Bridge. I had my aura photographed. I ate cupcakes at Magnolia Bakery. I people watched in Times Square. I found a few tiny graveyards. I listened to jazz at The Roxy. I laid in the sun in Central Park. I had a 99 ice cream. Watched street performers. Met up with one of my favourite people. And when I came home 65 hours later, my face hurt from smiling.


Luckiest person alive

I usually hate the 15th of every month. So, this morning before I got out of bed, I tried to relax and meditate for a minute, but my mind kept going to all the bills I have to pay because it’s the 15th and if I wait any longer, I’ll get late fines. I thought, for a brief second, if I could wish for anything this Christmas, it would just one month without a million things to pay. Not worrying about money or saying no to my girls when they have something ridiculous like a fundraiser for band or cheer or soccer. Or tickets to the Nutcracker.  Or another white elephant gift.

When that moment passed, I got out of bed and started my day. I worked a little this morning. I shampooed my carpets.  I took nearly everything out of my closet and rearranged it. Caught up on dishes, did some laundry, went to the post office and sent out some packages. I ate lunch with Sara. All accomplished by noon.

I stay extra busy on the 15th to keep my mind occupied. But today small miracles happened. I opened an unaddressed Christmas card and in it was a receipt from someone who paid my electric bill for the month. Someone knocked on my door and brought me a ham.   And I was informed I have a credit for new tires waiting for me at the tire shop.

I don’t like that I sometimes feel greedy and sorry for myself.  I don’t like feeling like I need things when I have so much. I especially don’t like asking for help. I live in constant survival mode and it wears me out. But I’m happy. And I’m healthy. And days like this, when small things mean everything, I feel I am the luckiest person alive.


Election Day. Hiking. Valley of Fire. St. Thomas. Zion. Sydney. Thanksgiving. Slumber party at mom’s house. Eggnog pie. Fantastic Beasts. Golf range. Putting. Dueling Pianos. Veterans Day Parade. 11/11. Soccer banquet. Turkey. 


I woke up and it was October. 

Soccer. Work. Indoor soccer. House of Blues. Ri Ra. More work. IheartRadio Daytime Village. (The Chainsmokers. Sam Hunt. Panic. Cage the Elephant. Alessia Cara. DNCE. Hailee Steinfeld. Good Charlotte. Cold War Kids.) Greek Festival. Shelley.


Harry Potter marathon. Phish. Pregnant costume. Enormous balloon. Chocolate Frog Card. Cher. As if. Soccer. Indoor soccer. Sundance. Wedding celebrations. Zipline. Utah. Sisters. Hot tea. Hot tubs. Friday night football games. Cornmaze. The 1975. Jodee. Boulevard Pool. The Cosmo. Top Golf.