Live Simply. Love Deeply.

Let's Go For a Walk Meet Peter.  Peter is vibrant, colorful and full of life.  Or, at least it seems.  On the outside he’s beaming with life and growing everyday.  He was sprung from generations of vibrant adventurers.  But, lately, Peter has been looking a bit fringed…like the life that runs through his veins has been slowly depleting and it is ultimately wearing him out.  He’s losing his life.   You see, Peter is my plant.  My spider plant, to be exact.  He was sprouted from my grandma's plant and has been in my care for the past 2 years.  The original plant was given to my grandma by her mom (or aunt, or sister….not sure) about 40-50 years ago.  So, you can imagine my anxiety while trying to keep this plant alive…it’s like a living heirloom in my family.   I’ve never been much of a plant person…don’t get me wrong…I love plants…I am just not great at keeping them alive.  Weeks could go by without me thin...

Thirst I wake up in the middle of the night overwhelmed by a deep ache.  What is the deal?!  I’d much rather be snoozing away, but something has distracted me from the deep slumbers of the night.   Thirst.  My body was screaming for a tall glass of cold, fresh water.   Why now?  Why not when I wake up in a few hours?   Our bodies are strange.  They know so much more about what they need than their owners.  Warning sign such as headaches, tiredness, stomach aches to let us know what it needs and when.   I’m not always good at drinking water on a regular basis.  If I don’t have a water bottle by my side throughout the day, chances are I will not be drinking as much water as I should be.  And after a few days a drinking only a few glasses of water, I wonder why I’m tired, low energy, headache ridden and mentally cloudy.   It seems like such an easy problem to fix.  Just drink more water. ...

Melted Mozzarella It was grocery shopping day.  Big plans of the week’s delicious menu showed in the variety of colors displayed in my cart.  Caprese pizza with fresh mozzarella, Thai sweet chili chicken stir fry with my home-made sweet chili sauce, home-made salsa…it was going to be a good week.  Walking out to my car, I reach inside my bag for what I expect to be my keys.  Did I put them in a different pocket?  Where are they??!  My stomach sinks as I realize their location.  Yep.  I look inside Felix’s window and find them safely nestled in the ignition.  On the one hand I’m glad they didn’t fall out of my cart and are somewhere inside of Albertson’s, but I now face the regret of not making a spare key.  I should have this figured out by now, right?  I’m 26 years old and still have the problem of locking my keys in my car.   I digress.   I faced a decision.  Call for help or do it myself.  I quickl...