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1. I love a rosy cheek. My go-to Tarte blush in Amused has been discontinued, so I’m currently trying out the Fearless shade. (Bonus – Tarte blush scores a 3 on the EWG Skin Deep site.)

2. GENIUS. 25 ways to ask your kids about school without asking, “so how was school today?”

3. I love reading Glennon’s posts, and this one had me rolling. “I am like Tim Robbins when he escapes from Shawshank. August is parenting Shawshank. September is the water.”

4. Have you seen this website? Yes, those photos are EXACTLY what motherhood looks like. Bwahaaa.

5. Best text response to a text scam EVER. So good.

6. Near death, explained. Fascinating article.

7. I love this jumpsuit, red lippie, and shoulder-length haircut on a fellow Okie-bred pal. How do you feel about jumpsuits? Yay or nay? (Did I ever show you the jumpsuit that got away? Sometimes I like to drink wine and try on jumpsuits at Anthropologie for kicks…)



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I Guess I Need To Buy a Coat

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It seems that people not living in coastal Southern California need coats during the winter season. FASCINATING. I guess I should get cracking on the coat-purchasin’ sooner than later.

Here are some that I’m considering and/or daydreaming about, because let’s face it, a few of these are waayyy pricey. Coats aren’t cheap! (Although a coat can last forever, right? RIGHT?)



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Mindful Monday: Trust the Path, Man. (At least that’s what I’m telling myself.)

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Have you ever embarked on a fairly major life change/event without giving it much thought? Because you just knew it was the right thing to do? Well, up until a few weeks ago, I can honestly say I had not. Nope, for I am a Planner, hear me roooaaaaaar. I think about plans and planning and how to plan for some more plans in the upcoming planning period.

So, you know I’ve been dabbling in yoga over the past year or so – I talked about it here and I STILL re-read your comments on this post, and I have to admit, it’s been a very on-and-off affair. Many of you told me that finding the right class and, most importantly, the right teacher was paramount, and (OF COURSE) you were so right. You see, up until a month or so ago, I sought out yoga classes that appealed to the Sarah of Yore – Vinyasa flow and heated classes with a relatively challenging pace filled with lovely young, fit men and women, but the problem was…well, I was dealing with new physical limitations. However, I would attempt to “power through” and end up with the same results again and again. Those results being a slew of injuries.

(When I will I ever learn? GAH.)

My ego took the reigns for a bit until I was sidelined with a hamstring insertion tear for a solid few months earlier this year. At that point I began practicing restorative yoga only, even though I couldn’t even get my legs up the wall due to my injuries and general awesomeness. I visited physical therapists and energy workers and all sorts of (I like to call them) body helpers, and the most frustrating part of the process was that they ALL recommended yoga. “Have you tried yoga?” DON’T YOU KNOW THAT’S HOW I GOT HERE, BODY HELPER PEOPLE?!

I decided to give up on yoga early this summer. I figured it just wasn’t for me and my temperamental body. I was bummed, though, because I had come to really enjoy learning about the yogic way of life. I wanted to love yoga…why didn’t it love me back?

Fast forward to our move to Oklahoma. I hadn’t even been back for a week when a friend recommended a therapeutic yoga instructor for me to check out. To be honest, on paper, the yoga studio itself wasn’t a favorite. The location was on the other side of town, and (once again) my ego reared its head. “A ‘therapeutic’ yoga class would be too simple and boring! That’s not what you need!” However, I drove to the studio and decided to keep an open mind about it all.

The minute…no, the second I walked in and met the owner/instructor I knew I had found my studio. She sat with me while I told her everything about the past year and a half, and just listened with such compassion. She confirmed what I already knew – that I had come to the right place. What’s that you say? Awwww yeahhhh, it’s healing time.

The classes have been nothing short of amazing, and completely different than any studio I’ve visited before. You know all those books I devour and regurgitate to you on Mindful Mondays? The classes are like living through those books and principles – gentle, therapeutic yoga poses with props, but mixed with a wide range of other practices – meditation, visualization, spiritual readings, and occasionally EFT (tapping) and Tibetan singing bowls. Every day brings something new, and it’s been nothing short of tremendous for me, physically and spiritually.

A few weeks ago, my instructor told me about the RYS 200-hour teacher training commencing at her studio this month, and asked if I had ever considered such a thing. And to be completely honest, embarking on a year-long yoga teacher training had never crossed my mind. Like. Ever. I politely declined, and went on my merry way.

Except that, you guys, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Could I do something like that? Surely not NOW, I thought. I mean, for starters, I just moved halfway across the country, my health situation is uncertain, we haven’t even moved into our house yet, we need to acclimate as a family, yada yada yada. Seriously, I could come up with 550 reasons why I most definitely should not apply.

So yeah. I’m doing it.

If there is one thing I’ve learned this past year, it’s to trust your gut. Although still hard for me to do, when you turn down the volume of your fear and coulda/woulda/shoulda, your instinct will make itself known, and it’s usually dead on. It’s going to be an amazing and challenging journey of learning, sharing, and self-reflection. Not gonna lie – I shed many tears at our first workshop (ALL OF THE EMOTIONS WERE FELT), and although it’s an incredibly vulnerable position to put yourself in…to literally let your heart open up and gush out in front of 27 people…it’s so necessary. For me, at least. I’m tired of pushing all the grief and fear and uncertainty down into the pit of my stomach, and ready to embrace all of the imperfection. This goes far beyond the physical practice of yoya. Like I’ve said before, and totally witnessed firsthand in the workshop, we are ALL struggling, and the best way we can to get through it is to embrace our connection to each other and the world around us.

So, yeah. Woot woot and Namaste and all that goodness.

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Odds and Ends

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I saw The Avett Brothers last night with good friends, and it was a beautiful thing. They played in the small town of Weatherford, about an hour outside of the city, so we had time on our our drive home to discuss extremely important matters, such as which brother was the most intriguing. Beard or braids…that was the question. I bet you could guess which one I picked. What about you?

Speaking of beautiful things, my laptop is back in my possession and oh, happy day. I have to say, sometimes Apple makes me crazy, BUT I somehow just managed to get a brand new hard drive, logic board, wireless card and screen (!!) installed for 300 bones. This 3 1/2-year-old MacBook Pro is now practically brand new. Cheers to that!

1. More grandparents on the internet. I can’t stop laughing.

2. This young girl wins for Best Drama While Getting a Flu Shot.

3. Unrelated doppelgangers. What a cool project!

4. 15 steps to living whole. Great advice.

5. I considered not linking to this post because I didn’t want to end on a sad note, but it shouldn’t be missed. While the post might break your heart into pieces, it’s such a wonderful reminder to all of us who are living on this planet to enjoy every single second.

Have a great weekend. Love on somebody, will ya?



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