November. Often called Stick Season in Vermont. Cold, but not winter yet. Leaves are gone. Snow isn't here yet. Gardens are dying. Skin is drying out... Oh the plus side? It's cozy sweater season. Cute boots. Leggings. Scarves. Hats over... Continue Reading →
I'm guilty of it too- we all want instant gratification. When things don't work in the first week, we often dismiss them. It's why millions of dollars of exercise equipment sits unused in basements across America. I want to plant broccoli on Monday and eat it on Friday. When it's not ready until August, it's hard.
I only recently began to think of myself as a runner again. I'm trying to get out at least three times a week. On Mondays I can run by myself. There's something magical about pushing yourself, getting past the point of quitting and literally going the extra mile. Feeling your body accept the task and re-energize. Thing is, you don't have to run hundreds of miles a week to be a runner. You just have to run.
I've loved those shoes since college- they were the perfect shade of dark oiled brown. They fit my feet perfectly. I've walked millions (OK, plenty) of miles in these shoes. I've worn them with pants, skirts, shorts, in all seasons and all weather. The party hasn't even technically started yet, and 1/4 of my favorite shoe is missing. The other shoes in my bag? Slightly ratty flip flops. Not good.
I've fallen in love. With writing, with working from home, with helping others. The whole bit. I've always found it difficult to define what I love to do- I like to do all sorts of things, but over the last year of blogging and working as an educator with Beautycounter I've really discovered that I love this work.