Lindsay's Lounge

Battle of Balance

2012-02-11T10:50:00.000-06:00

I think the rule goes...

If you have one dirty martini Friday night, you will only need one cup of "recovery coffee" Saturday morning.

I had two dirty martinis Friday night, so I'm currently brewing my second cup of recovery coffee- a rare treat for me! I'm a strict one-cup-gal. Most days.

These two cups of coffee are actually just what I need this morning. A little caffeine, a little indulgence, a little TLC.

My life revolves in cycles. The last two weeks out of every month, we are broadcasting "Live from the Lawn"- the show I produce for Auction Network.

The hours are early, long and late. I wake up when it's dark, spend lunch at my desk, hurry home to beat the setting sun for a run, crawl into bed by 9pm. It's rewarding to produce this show. It's exhausting to produce this show.

So I spend the first two weeks- "non-auction weeks"- of every month playing catch-up on life. Coffee meetings before work, lunch dates, happy hour, dinner with girlfriends. Weekends where I go, go, go- errands, shopping, meetings, and the list goes on.

And then those two weeks pass in a blur of activity- nearly as busy as the "auction weeks"- and I never really catch up.

Everyone has these battles. Whether you're a single working adult trying to advance your career... a new mom trying to figure out that precious balance... a newly married couple navigating the waters of work and life or a seasoned married couple whose kids are all out of the house... everyone struggles with the age-old battle of balance.

This weekend is the transition weekend- between "non-auction" and "auction." I tried to cram it all in the past two weeks, and now I'm looking down the barrel of a long two weeks to come.

I need to remember to go easy on myself. It's OK to say no. Budget my time just like my money; spend it wisely. Step outside more often, put life in perspective.

Reward myself from time to time. I'd say that second martini- and subsequent second cup of coffee- is well deserved today. :)

What's your current balance battle? How do you overcome it?

Sprinting

2012-02-05T15:29:00.001-06:00

As much as I love the hustle and bustle that comes with my week- meetings, emails, dinner & drinks with friends- it's the routine that I always love the most.

Through the craziness of the past month, there were several routines that kept me pushing onward, that kept me sane- one of those things being a looming sprint triathlon to train for.

Squeezing in training sessions on top of long days isn't always easy. There was one excruciatingly long day in there that almost sent me over the edge, one night before the True Blue premiere. I worked a 10 hour day that started at 6am. I did a 2 hour rehearsal for the premiere immediately after work. And then, I went to swim my laps, my triathlon just days away.

The weariness was more palpable than the chlorine, my arms like lead. But I kept pushing- and with each lap, my stress melted away. I re-centered.

I've written before about swimming. I like high-impact sports, like running. I enjoy the muscle tone I get from biking. But swimming allows me to relax and release stress on a different level- because it's so fundamental.

Lifting your arms, kicking your legs, taking deep gulps of air.

The day of the sprint triathlon, I felt rested and ready. I was proud of myself for continuing my training, despite the long days and stress leading up to it. And I beat my personal best on the swim time- giving me confidence to push into a decent bike time and a strong run time.

There are times we need rest- so important. And there are times we need to keep pushing- because the reward gives you the strength you need to keep moving.

I am quickly becoming a huge fan of triathlons- because I love the variety, the challenge, the pace. Any surprise? It seems to be how I live my life, too... sprinting from one thing to the next.

I've already signed up for the next one- a big one in May.

But the biggest thing I learned? No matter how busy you are, how much is on your plate... make time for the things that center you.

The premiere and triathlon were just days apart; but because I kept my priorities in check, I loved every second of each of those events. I'd do it all again this week.

Who's with me?!

True Blue: A Pilot Debut

2012-02-04T09:44:00.001-06:00

This print hanging in my kitchen describes to a tee what I'm doing at the moment! Enjoying a lazy Saturday morning (what are those?!) drinking coffee, and reading blogs.

The Best.

As I mentioned the other day, the past few weeks have been SO busy- thanks in part to a number of things I committed to back in August when January seemed far, far away.

(Mom, thanks for that gene!)

One of the biggest things? The premiere of a 30 minute TV show pilot I've been working on the past year called "True Blue."

True Blue is a tile & stone company in Tulsa that does beautiful work nationwide. A year ago, I was approached by the owner, David Ashmore, to make a dream of his come true: create a TV show about his job, his life.

So we shot footage for a year. We interviewed top designers in the industry, True Blue clients. We braved snow and tornadoes to get the content we needed.

And three weeks ago, we sent out invitations to our closest friends, family & colleagues. And really, everyone.

Last Thursday night, we watched nearly 200 people flood through the doors of Baker Street Pub & Grill, grab a plate of food and a drink, and sit down to watch the premiere of our show.

It was SO thrilling, so satisfying, and so very nerve-wracking.

I emceed the evening, which included making announcements pre-show, introducing the show, and finally- introducing my client, David Ashmore.

Tip? Always emcee with a mic in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

But despite the anxiety of emceeing the evening, greeting guests, making sure everyone had food and drink, there was one thing that gave me jolts in the middle of the night for weeks leading up to the premiere.

The moment when the lights went down and the show got underway.

Would they stay engaged? Would they laugh at the right parts? Would they find it interesting?

So from a dark corner of the room, I watched.

I had seen the pilot dozens of times- I knew it was good. But this time, I watched faces, reactions.

They stayed engaged. They laughed. They found it interesting.

A year of work complete, a pilot- the first of a series of shows- in the can, as they say.

But now the hard work begins!

We have big dreams. As in, HGTV dreams.

So we will start the long journey to pitching a show to a network or two, see who bites.

This has been one of the most rewarding experiences in my career certainly, but in my personal life as well.

I got to debut a TV show I wrote, I produced. What an amazing thing.

But I also got to spend an evening with everyone I love. Family, friends, co-workers. From different worlds, but all together.

Such an evening of celebration- one I'll never forget.

As for the pilot, you'll see it soon- and I'll shout from the rooftops when it finds a TV home!

But for now- Tulsans, watch for our commercials on KJRH Channel 2.

Dreaming big includes a lot of risks- and the occasional midnight jolt. But no matter where this project takes us, where it ends up- I already feel like this is one of my biggest personal victories yet. I give all the glory where it's due- and I thank all of you for your love & support!

"God has not given me a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and sound mind." 2 Timothy 1:7

Coping With Stress 101

2012-02-02T19:20:00.000-06:00

I'm back!

It's been nearly two weeks since my last post- and what a two weeks it's been.

I signed up for all of it- well, most all of it.

That's how it goes, right? You say yes to things months in advance... and then the month arrives and you're frozen with a to-do list longer than hours in the day.

I hit that point around mid-January- with a pilot premiere drawing closer, a triathlon to compete in, a magazine release with my photo in it and major changes at work.

Am I getting sympathy points yet?!

Now that I'm on the other side of the mountain- I want to climb it all over again.

Crazy, I know! But in the midst of the worry and stress came great moments of victory, satisfaction and support that brings tears to my eyes.

In short: the month I dreaded turned into a month I want to live all over again.

I want to go into detail about each stressful, intimidating, wonderful event of the past month. But for tonight, I want to share my thoughts on coping with stressful times.

Take it one day at a time. In fact, focus on 24 hours at a time.

Always make time for what you need to stay sane- no matter how busy you are. Run. Pray. Laugh.

It's OK to waste a few mind-numbing ~~hours~~ minutes on Facebook, Twitter or Sudoku.

Instead of letting your fears ruminate, talk them out- or write them down.

Cry in the bathtub.

Don't drink; it never makes you feel better.

Love on your friends & family. They stick by you through your worst.

Say goodbye to guilt; you're doing the best you can.

Eat frozen yogurt.

Cuddle with your cat on the couch.

Say thank-you to everyone. The check-out girl's day matters just as much as yours.

Enjoy it- because when it's over, it's over.

Let's hear it; how do you get through stressful times?

Dreams & Drive-Thru's

2012-01-21T16:53:00.000-06:00

2012 is certainly shaping up to be an interesting year! I feel like a number of things that have been a long time in the making will be-and already are- taking shape this year. Big shocks, big revelations. Big dreams.

In other words: big scares, all around.

As I've said before, change has never come easily for me- and so far, that's all 2012 has been: one change after another.

I'm handling it in my typical fashion: tears, meltdowns in the middle of Starbucks (yeah, it happened) and a tiny bit of dramatic despair.

But in times like these, I also find my faith is the strongest, and my hope for the future the brightest. Even if that future seems far away.

Holding onto our dreams is so important. I don't want to be someone who loses sight of those dreams, even when the big shocks, big revelations and big scares come my way.

Sometimes speaking our fears out loud is scary; and even more terrifying? Speaking our dreams out loud.

I'm scared of losing my career, losing my health, losing the relationships- professional and personal- I've worked so hard to nurture. I'm scared of losing money, of diminishing faith, of making the right choices. Doing too little, doing too much, worry, worry, worry.

So on the sunny side of those fears, I push myself to celebrate my work successes more often. I sign up for more races, because they motivate and challenge me. I save money, and I save up- for trips, shoes, life. I pray when I'm driving or falling asleep at night. And I take a break from it all to go shopping with a friend, have coffee with another.

And if in the middle of that coffee date I have a meltdown, it's OK.

Because making dreams happen in the midst of fear and uncertainty isn't easy- and it shouldn't be.

Change will happen. Big shocks, big revelations and big scares will come my way.

But that extra money? It will cushion the fall. Those races? They'll keep me light on my feet. That prayer time? It will nourish my soul. Those new shoes? They'll help me stand a little taller in the face of fear.

And those relationships? They will be my support system, no matter what.

But... we might opt for Starbucks drive-thru from now on. Just in case. :)

Flashlight

2012-01-14T17:00:00.000-06:00

A week without posting! I honestly feel like this week has been a blur. So much... everything. Really great moments- with friends, with co-workers, learning new equipment at work (hello, Tricaster!) and finalizing details on the freelance project I've been pouring my time into. Good, good, good.

Even now, my life-friend Hilary is in town for the weekend! Homemade dinners, bike rides, pedicures & lazy Saturday afternoons; precious times with a dear friend, and I'm living in the moment.

And in the shadows, there's been a lot of stress and fear. Friends are losing jobs and dealing with heartache and sickness, deadlines loom, insecurities and doubts arise. Can I pull off the premiere of a pilot in front of 150 people? Will I be able to finish a sprint triathlon in two weeks? Can I handle the pressure at work and beyond?

At times, it's too much. I cry at work. My head throbs. I snap at people I love. I forgo working out in order to put in more hours on everything. And forget quiet time, or "me" time.

Talking to my mom last night, I had one such moment. I was grumpy. I had just left work and had a million and one things to do before company arrived. I was especially unhappy because there wasn't time to do what I wanted to do- only what I needed to do.

And she encouraged me to stop everything, put on my work-out clothes and go for a run. Just go for a run, she said. You need it. You'll feel better. Everything else can wait.

So the sun set over the river, and even though I needed groceries for dinner, I had a bathroom that needed cleaning, a script that needed writing and a spirit that was lagging, I ran.

Miles didn't matter. Speed didn't matter. Training didn't matter.

And, as it usually goes with mom advice, she was right. I needed it. I felt better. Everything else waited- and eventually I got around to it.

Here's what I've concluded: when you're trying to squeeze the most out of life and live every moment God gives you to the fullest, sometimes you get overwhelmed. Things don't always go as planned. Our world gets rocked, and the next day... the bathroom needs cleaning.

So it's nice to have someone in your corner encouraging you to... go for a run.

Whether it's a quiet bath and a glass of wine, catching up with an old friend, raising a toast to coworkers who are by you in the trenches, or yes, taking that spontaneous run- we take our doses of perspective however we can.

The path gets shadowy, murky and unclear sometimes; I'm so thankful God put people in my life who seem to always have a flashlight on hand.

Take Flight (Resolutions #8 & #9)

2012-01-08T10:09:00.000-06:00

I woke up today wishing I could escape. Do you ever feel that way? I live on my own and have plenty of "space," but all I want to do is lose myself at the beach for a day with a good book, or wander the streets of Manhattan, drinking coffee and people watching.

Of course, it's been a doozy of a week. If this first week of January is any indicator of the year ahead- let's just say it will be busy- and a bit of an emotional roller coaster!

Life comes with the good and the bad. One day you're contemplating a new relationship and working a few poses at a photo shoot (HA), and the next- your heart is heavy for a friend. So very, very heavy.

Good and bad, all mixed up together. It's life, I tell ya. We've all lived it.

But it doesn't mean there aren't days I wouldn't love to pack up a day bag and just go. Leave the cell phone at home. Explore, relax, reflect.

That's probably my favorite part about travel; it allows you to literally be someone else. Before I went to Spain, I didn't consider myself a "museum girl" but now, I can't imagine travel without soaking up important bits of history. You learn a lot about yourself when you're away from your routine. You find you're more capable than you knew; you find out things that interest you and draw you in. You find out who you miss, who you wish was by your side- and who you don't miss.

For all of those things and more, I've decided on two very important resolutions for 2012:

Travel To NYC for BlogHer 2012

Travel Abroad

Big resolutions! Costly resolutions! But ones I am making priority again this year, all the same.

I love New York City- and I can't wait to attend another BlogHer conference. So what a perfect match-up! I will drink great coffee, spend my free time in museums and all of the rest of my time beefing up my social media prowess.

And then, the big one: travel abroad.

I've been slowly making... arrangements?... on this resolution for a while. I've started saving more. I bought back a large amount of AA miles that suddenly expired on me. I am researching and praying and letting a few destinations settle into my bones to see which one comes out the winner.

But, I crave travel in 2012. Not just because I have 20+ vacation days going into 2012, but because I want to see who Lindsay is in 2012. Will I find myself on a quiet countryside, going to pub crawls and touring castles? Will I go to market extravaganzas and ride camels and watch beautiful sunsets over the desert? Or will I return to the country that started the travel bug altogether and drink sangria on the coast?

Maybe I'll just find myself in a bustling city where I can lose myself in museums and coffee shops.

Regardless, I know that this is the year for travel. This is the year to make that leap.

And I can't wait to meet the girl who comes out on the other side of these adventures!

Whether your adventure takes you across the street or across the ocean- where do you want to go in 2012?

From The Desk Of... (Resolutions #6 & #7)

2012-01-04T20:30:00.000-06:00

Well, it's Wednesday! And Wednesday of our official "week back to work/post-holidays/mid-Winter blues week." Unless you are one of my two brothers and you're on never-ending winter break from college!

This week has been madness! I guess that's to be expected after several weeks of down time. Monday night, we shot a commercial here at my house (Tulsans, get ready to see it on TV soon!) It was SO much fun- not only because I'm so invested in the project (it's my freelance job) but also because it's so great to see your house through the lens of a camera. It made me excited and proud all at once.

And it certainly made those "dirty" spots on the floor gleam like they were under spotlights! But that's what movie magic is for. :)

On top of shooting a commercial at my house this week, I have some more fun news: I get to be part of Tulsa's "Singles in the City" fundraiser! I say "get" to be a part of it- because the idea of being "auctioned" for a date scares me just a bit, so I'm trying to stay positive. BUT... it's for a good cause: Make A Wish Foundation of Oklahoma. I have a... photo shoot?!... on Friday for the February issue of Oklahoma Magazine.

Gulp. And, gulp again.

Despite the commercials and photo shoots and movie magic, oh my- (HA)- it's not all glamour around here, folks.

In fact, this year I'm buckling down to achieve a few things that have been on the to-do list for a while. Some serious things.

Resolutions 6 & 7, if you will.

The first being:

Finish my office/guest room!

This project has been going on... in my head... for quite a while. It took me some time to decide what I wanted the room to look like. And now that I have a general idea, I'm putting my energy and resources into making that happen.

The requirements? A world map, like this: (Already purchased; check!)

A writing desk, like this:

Comfortable bedding, like this:

And a new file cabinet for paper, paper and more paper. (Already purchased; check!)

Cozy and functional; a place I can work on freelance, take a big nap, and work on my blog.

And a place for resolution #7 to happen, as well:

Meet My Financial Goals.

Last year, I set out to have more stability and to re-open a 401K account.

This year, my specific goals include:

-Pay off my Volvo (HUGE goal!)

-Save up for a big trip (forthcoming resolution spoiler alert!)

-Manage all bills online

That last one probably seems goofy- but it's part of my overall management plan. And it's certainly attainable. And eco-friendly!

2012 is going to be a year where business happens. Where financial goals are met. Where serious-minded things happen. And every serious-minded gal needs a functional office.

It's also going to be a year where fun, out-of-the-blue things happen. Where random photo shoots and commercials take place and company comes to visit and, therefore, naps must be taken. Every serious-minded, yet fun-loving gal needs a good nap room, reading room, writing room.

So this is the year of the guest room/office.

The true "Lindsay's Lounge", so to speak. :)

Dreaming Big (Resolution #5)

2012-01-02T10:37:00.000-06:00

Happy 2012, friends!

NYE was low-key this year- just a few friends, a few snacks, a few (ahem) glasses of champagne- but it was a great way to ring in the new year.

But today, I feel like the year really begins. Yesterday was such a quick blur; saying goodbye to company, a long nap, dinner & wine at Wolfgang Puck with my best friend.

Today is a day for committing to the things I want to be priority in my life in 2012.

Enjoying my morning coffee... check. Daily quiet and worship time... check. Long run... check.

So it's fitting that today, the day when my 2012 priorities kick-off, so to speak, I'll also be shooting a commercial here at my house. A commercial for my freelance project that has been a big part of my life the past year.

I've mentioned True Blue here a time or two. A thriving tile & stone company based in Tulsa, led by David Ashmore. David & I met up about a year ago when he asked me to produce a life-long dream of his: a TV show to pitch to local and national networks. Named, appropriately, "True Blue."

We've been working on this reality/DIY show for about a year now- and our big Tulsa premiere is in just a few weeks! (More info to come!)

Throughout the process, I have also been building his brand. Creating a Facebook & Twitter page; developing YouTube videos; and now, creating a series of commercials for TV.

Shot at the home of yours truly.

So today, as we prepare to shoot our commercial, it's not stretch what resolution #5 is:

Pitch "True Blue" to local and national networks.

It's a huge undertaking- and a scary one, at that. Certainly one of the weightier resolutions on my list this year.

But working on this show has made me grow as a producer tremendously. And this year, I can't wait to see our hard work in 2011 pay off in 2012- whether True Blue is broadcast statewide or nationally.

No matter what, working on True Blue has given me such a wonderful sense of dreaming big. Making others' dreams come true- and fulfilling a few of my dreams, as well.

When you work on something that feeds your soul, that makes you think anything is possible- how can you fail?

Let's lift a glass to dreaming big in 2012!

A glass of water, that is; I've already had my fill of champagne this year. :)

2011, Thanks For The Memories!

2011-12-31T10:00:00.000-06:00

Happy New Year's Eve!

A part of me can't believe an entire year has come and gone. A year full of challenges and triumphs, growth & healing. And another part of me feels like just yesterday, I was ringing in 2011... a fresh start.

For someone who struggles with change like I do, I'm never nostalgic about New Year's Eve. I'm always ready to usher in a new year.

I guess some of it is knowing it's inevitable; a new year always comes at midnight on December 31st.

And a lot of that comes from a foundation rooted in faith; hope for the future.

My heart could burst today, this final day of 2011, with all of the blessings of the year.

I turned 27.

I adopted a sweet little nugget.

These people... my second family.

I fell in love with a sweet little nugget.

I swam.

I traveled to San Diego.

It snowed.

I drank (lots of) wine with my best friend.

I watched my baby brother graduate high school.

I produced a variety show.

I baked pies with The Pioneer Woman.

I finished a sprint triathlon.

He turned two.

She turned one.

One year anniversary.

Freelance project.... that continues well into 2012.

What an incredible year!

Goodbye 2011; thanks for the memories.

2012- here we go!

Enjoying The Best Days (Resolution #4)

2011-12-30T10:46:00.000-06:00

I feel like I'm living some of the best days right now.

It's not perfect- but life shouldn't be, I've decided. But these days... they're really, really good.

I feel like I'm on the cusp of change; professionally, personally. There are moments I'm living out now, things I'm planning in 2012 that I know are and will be once-in-a-lifetime, and for that... I'm so thankful, so blessed, so happy.

So I'm taking my time. Today, this perfect, beautiful day off, I'm slowly drinking my blueberry tea latte and reading blogs. I'm letting the temperature tick up just a few more notches before I take my beautiful new bike on it's inaugural ride around Tulsa.

I spent the past week spending time with family, catching up with old friends, making plans with new friends. Game nights, coffee dates, lunch breaks, drinks by the river and dinner with dear ones. What a good, good life.

So you can see why I'm in no hurry to speed through these resolutions of mine for 2012; it's hard to think about the future when life in the present is so sweet!

I have my resolutions in a certain order to blog about (surprised, anyone?) but for today, this pretty day with lots of thankfulness in the air, I'm skipping ahead a few resolutions.

Resolution #4: Have A "Me" Day As Often As Possible

That resolution seemed fitting today. Because it's the days you don't have to hurry, hurry, hurry that you have time to reflect on all of the wonderful, good things in life.

I want to do more of that in 2012. I want to remove myself from my "duties"- if just for a day- and spend a little time on the couch. A lot of time outside, running or biking. Have a mid-day mimosa with a friend or just spend some quiet time thanking God for all of it.

I am ending the year with waaaay too many un-used vacation days. That's OK; I wanted and needed to immerse myself in work in 2011. I was licking my wounds, so to speak, after a tough end to 2010. And it was a good thing; I learned a lot about myself in a work environment, grew into my roles in the office. I picked up a freelance project or two and I started the long, steady, uphill climb to making my professional dreams come true.

And in 2012, I want a day- every now and again- to re-center, to enjoy life, to enjoy the perks of working so hard.

With a struggling economy and a single income, it's hard at times to justify those days off. Work hard, and harder still, becomes the mantra.

So taking those days won't come easily to me; but I will do it nonetheless.

Because I'm living some of the best days right now- and I don't want to miss a second of it.

Outdoor Entertainment (Resolution #3)

2011-12-27T20:18:00.000-06:00

The countdown to 2012 is officially on! I somehow have been... tricked? coerced?... into entertaining a few people, so I will spend the next few days in house-prep mode. Cleaning, stocking, liquoring, decorating.

That's the best part about having a house; entertaining.

I've decided not to become particularly OCD about entertaining. (Shocking for me, I know.) A house is just floors and walls and paint; but a home is memories and warmth. This house had 65 years worth of memories before I moved in; who am I to bring that to an end? I love having my tiny house full to the brim with friends and family. Laughter. Good food. Wine.

Even when that wine- red, of course- ends up on my new burlap table runner that I adore.

Actually, when I think about it- I usually stop "entertaining" moments after guests arrive. I make sure they see the food and drink, I take their coat, I point them to the various wings of the house (ahem- Kitchen. Bedroom. Bathroom. The end!) and then we all just enjoy each other's company.

That's my favorite part- the enjoying.

This house lets me enjoy. I can curl up on the couch with a cup of coffee; take a nap in the guest room. I can dance in my kitchen and drink a glass of wine on my back porch.

Which brings me to resolution #3:

Spruce up my backyard and start a garden!

I've spent a lot of time working on my house this year... and in 2012, I'm taking it all outdoors.

New patio furniture. Extended deck? Vegetable garden in far left corner.

I'm taking inspiration from The Pioneer Woman's raised vegetable garden. Surely I can grow the necessary ingredients to make my own salsa?!

It may be a silly resolution- but one I'm going to try my hardest to tackle.

And in 2012, we'll enjoy each other's company outdoors!

A Cinco de Mayo party with fresh salsa... now that's a resolution I can stick to.

Surprises & Blessings

2011-12-26T14:26:00.000-06:00

Hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas!

This has been one of my favorite Christmases to date. I probably say that every year- but we have had such a great few days together as a family.

Six Flags with the siblings... candlelight Christmas Eve service... good food & wine... lots of games... gifts, of course.

One gift being...

.... a "new to me" bike!!

Yes, for those of you following... this was the bike I contemplated buying a few months back. The one I decided to "pass" on for the time being so I could save my moolah.

The bike everyone surprised me with!

I am beyond thankful and happy and excited! I took it for a test ride yesterday... and I can't wait to bring it back to Tulsa and start training for the next triathlon!

Of course Maizy hasn't had it too rough while we've been in Plano. She has had lots of play time with her grandparents, aunt and uncles, ribbons and bows and paper galore. Spoiled much? (Guess I'm one to talk!)

It's been so wonderful to have a few days of much needed down-time. I have eaten too much, laughed too hard and been as lazy as possible- and loved every second of it.

Tonight is our last night together on "Christmas break." (Pesky work!) We're going to see a movie, play another game or two and enjoy being together.

I'll continue my resolutions for 2012 this week; but for today, I'm fully living in the now!

Adventure (Resolution #2)

2011-12-22T21:36:00.000-06:00

I've noticed something as I get older.

Yeah, I know- 27 isn't exactly a ripe old age to reflect on lessons learned. But, here's what I know.

As I get older, my gut reflex is to be cautious.

I save extra spending money. I am careful with my heart. I weigh my adventures wisely and thoroughly. I think things through, make lists, analyze the pros and cons. I do a lot of praying- and even when every part of my being says "jump!"- my instinct is to stay on the shore.

It's nice and warm on the shore. And the drinks have umbrellas!

That's not to say I'm always cautious. I have been known to throw caution to the wind a time or two. In fact, I pride myself in following my gut & speaking my mind.

But what about adventure? What about dreaming big and living large?

In 2012, I want adventure. I have some bigger adventures planned; but I have a few very tangible, smaller adventures in mind, too.

And THAT brings me right back to my list of resolutions!

Resolution #2: Go Camping!

Yes, camping! I went as a girl scout. And I vividly remember camping in a friend's backyard at a birthday party once.

My dad came to pick me up halfway through the night.

And I do get scared of pitch black dark and bugs.

But! All these things aside, I want to go camping!

With my new "sporty" attitude in place (ahem) I think the idea of hiking, biking, pitching a tent and braving a night in the great outdoors sounds like just the exciting (and affordable!) adventure I'm after.

I've found a willing group. And we've scouted out a few desirable locations.

I'm in need of a tent (this North Face seems my speed)... and probably a new flashlight.

So let the camping commence!

(And let there be plenty of pre-cooked food!)

(And a bottle of wine or two!)

Adventure + the great outdoors. What could go wrong? :)

Fit For Battle (Resolution #1)

2011-12-21T19:51:00.000-06:00

As this week wraps up, I find myself more & more eager and anxious to be home with my family.

It's been a tough week. Shouldn't the week before Christmas be easy? Everyone in a festive mood, work projects low priority, thankfulness abounding?

Even our beloved family cat Belle ran away for a brief period of time today! But she returned, so all is well.

Oh well- it's not about how we feel, but about the reason for it all, right? When you put it in perspective, it all fades away in light of the glorious gift we received Christmas so many years ago.

On that (lighter) note- let's talk resolutions!

I'm officially kicking off my "12 Resolutions for 2012" and I'm starting with...

....drum roll please...

Resolution #1: Complete A Race Every Quarter

Fitness has become a huge priority for me this year. I found that when I started working out regularly- not only did I lose the pounds I started to begrudge but I also saw instant health benefits. My stress level become lower. My breathing, easier. I felt lighter in general- better able to maneuver the ups & downs of life.

I started to crave the rush of endorphins I felt following a good run, a challenging bike ride or a refreshing swim. Training for a sprint triathlon allowed me to challenge myself in ways I never imagined. Truly- the memories of the day I purchased a helmet and swim cap will forever live with me- first and foremost because this fair-skinned, red-headed non-athlete was, finally, an official athlete.

So in 2012, I want to commit to a race every quarter. So far, I have two lined up: The Indoor Whole Person Sprint Triathlon in January; and the Oklahoma City Memorial Half Marathon in May.

And dual training for those races at the moment? Challenging. But in the best way possible.

Challenges will always come our way- even the week before Christmas. It's how we handle it that matters.

And when I feel healthy & fit- as I hope to in 2012- I feel ready to tackle any challenge that comes my way.

2011: A Year In Review

2011-12-20T17:34:00.000-06:00

OK... I made a liar out of myself.

I was supposed to do a 2011 resolutions recap yesterday... and begin by "12 Resolutions for 2012" today.

But life got in the way- a blah Monday, need I say more?- and everything got pushed back a day.

Today is a NEW day... and we're going to recap some resolutions from 2011!

As I said the other day, I am a believer that resolutions aren't meant to define us, or confine us, or make us feel like failures. It's just a healthy way to launch a new year with some great goals in mind. I was successful in many of my goals; and I am carrying a few of the important ones into 2012 with me.

Warning: This is a long post. There are many links. But it's a great "year-in-review"- so enjoy!

Resolution #1: Find a church/grow in my relationship with the Lord

I'm sad to say I did not find a permanent church home this year. I attended numerous church services, but didn't quite find the right "fit." I'm discovering I might be a bit too picky on the church front; so I'm opening my heart a bit in 2012 with a full list of new churches to try out. (2012 spoiler alert!)

I am happy to say I did grow tremendously in my relationship with the Lord this year. I found a deeper peace & sense of joy this year than I've known in a long time. My dreams have new life, my fears have less weight. I could go on and on about this wonderful relationship- but I think if you've read my blog this year, the proof is in the pudding- er, writing.

Resolution #2: Travel out of state & out of the country

I traveled to San Diego this year with my mom & sister in tow! We had a fantastic trip; just the vacation I needed. I also learned a lot, as I attended the BlogHer convention. Next year? A few more trips on the books! (2012 spoiler alert #2!)

Resolution # 3: Run the Tulsa Run/reach my goal weight

While I did not run the Tulsa Run due to a conflict, I did reach my goal weight! 15 pounds lighter this year than last. Swimming, biking, running... oh my! Again, it's all in the blog, folks. :)

Resolution #4: Commit to projects that challenge me

OH boy, did I follow through on this one. I was honored to produce a second variety show- "Show & Tell With Peter Bedgood"- in March. I produced an excellent event called "Tulsa Plus" in July. And I started a freelance project- "True Blue" in January. In fact, we are celebrating our one-year anniversary of teaming up in just a few weeks with the premiere of a show we've been working on all year! Details to come!

Resolution # 5: Meet my financial goals

My financial goals are a continuous work in progress. I'm proud to say I re-started a 401K this year and I made several sound financial decisions.

Resolutions #6 & #7: Buy a Nikon D90 & take a SnapShop with Ashley Ann Photography

No and No. But there's always next year...!

Resolutions #8 & #9: Invest time with my family & friends

This will always be a priority. This year, I watched my youngest brother graduate high school. I took tequila shots with my dad & co-workers. I traveled with my mom & sister. I proudly watched my other brother anchor a sportscast every Friday night. Those are just a few highlights- but nothing matters more than the O'Donnell Six.

I've learned a lot about friendship in 2011. There were ups and downs, but as I get older- I worry less about how many friends I have and more about how many true friends are supporting me. Those are the people I will always give 100% to.

Resolution # 10: Learn how to edit on Final Cut Pro

Check and check- and oh so proud! My edits might be... ahem, rough... but I can do it! I can splice, dice and make your videos look nice! (HA.)

Resolution # 11: Take an Oklahoma history course/writing course

This became less important to me as the year progressed; although I still find history fascinating and I'm always willing to learn more about writing technique, I find myself perfectly content to use Google. :)

Resolution # 12: Throw a housewarming party/dinner party/cocktail party/brunch for people

Many parties were thrown in this house this year! Late-night brainstorm meetings over red wine, backyard cocktails in the Spring, pre-parties before big events. I am so thankful for this little piece of heaven I get to call home- and not just because it's a fantastic place to entertain!

Resolution # 13: Live Locally

I always strive to do this. If I can find it locally- or homemade- I'm all over it!

Resolution # 14: Play the Movie Forward

Ah, yes. Play the movie forward. It took me the first few months of 2011 to get going on this one. But finding Maizy, a nice date (or two), a slew of new projects and a lot of faith forced me forward. And now, I'm willingly going that direction.

Resolution #15: Hurry Up & Slow Down
Couldn't we all stand to do this more? I am ending the year with over 20 un-used vacation days! I am going to stay... this might be a carry-over resolution, in more ways than one!

There you have it! 2011- a great year in review. Join me tomorrow as I kick off my new resolutions for 2012!

Comfort and Joy

2011-12-18T09:41:00.000-06:00

Happy Sunday before Christmas!

This time next week, the O'Donnell family will be in full Christmas mode. We'll be well-rested after a Christmas Eve of music and candlelight at church, cream cheese clam dip at home afterwards. We'll wake Christmas morning and line up at the top of the stairs- youngest to oldest. We'll stumble downstairs in a tradition as old as our house to open presents, eat egg casserole. Spend the day celebrating the birth of our savior and the gift of family.

What a precious day. Hurry up, Christmas!

I have been SO absent lately- I know. This week was busy like no other! Between Christmas get-togethers, meeting up with new friends, working on my freelance project, fixing homemade dinners, Christmas shopping, squeezing in a couple of runs- and a little thing called work-there just weren't enough hours in the week.

But! I come with good news of great joy! (HA.)

Starting Tuesday, December 20th... I kick off my "12 Resolutions for 2012!" Tomorrow, I plan to do a recap of my 2011 resolutions- the successes and failures- and then we'll kick off a fresh new batch of resolutions for the coming year.

I personally love resolutions. Like goals, they motivate me and challenge me. If I don't succeed- I don't beat myself up. But it's nice to have a vision for yourself over a 12 month period. Do you have resolutions? Why or why not?

Lately, I've had a real sense of "everything is as it should be." I feel that way about my job, about my relationships. I feel that way about my finances and what I believe God is speaking into my heart. Just a complete sense of calm- that life is marching forward just as it should. A true sense of comfort and joy, so to speak.

Part of it is the season. Christmas is a time to celebrate the birth of a baby that saved the world. Comfort and joy takes on a whole new meaning when you let that story soak in.

Another part of it is just knowing- and accepting- that a great year of change is coming. I can feel it.

2011 was a year of stabilization. The things that rocked my world in 2010 were memories of the past; 2011 allowed me to regroup, find a new rhythm.

I think 2012 will bring a lot of change; but for once, I'm ready.

Whether we make resolutions or not, whether we enter a year of great change or a year that allows us to regroup- we have the ultimate gift of comfort and joy that we received that night so long ago.

To Do, To Don't, To Try

2011-12-11T17:14:00.000-06:00

Have you ever had a week that went by so quickly- but the events of the week seem like they happened a year ago?

That's what happened to me this week. Last weekend was Bedlam; it was a sweet 1-year-old birthday party. And I tell ya- those two events could have happened 8 months ago.

In the past seven days, I...

*Had a delicious girls' night Italian dinner

*Had my review at work

*Had a nice sushi dinner with a cute guy

*Went to my work Christmas party

*Held a newborn baby for 3 hours

*Braved the mall

*Ran many miles, biked many miles

Whew! Maybe that accounts for the shortage of blog posts?

I read this article by Michael Hyatt this week on the art of "trying" to do something.

He says, whatever that "something" is- either do it. Or don't do it. But don't just try.

At first read, that article stressed me out. It's hard to commit 100% to something. It's intimidating to go full force ahead into anything- whether it's committing to run a half marathon or test the waters of a new relationship.

But then the alternative- don't do it. That phrase rarely enters my thought process. I hate feeling like I didn't give something my all- or that I quit too early, possibly disappointing someone else- or myself. Ugh, quit- that word really is a tough one.

But on second read, the article was freeing. If you commit to something 100%- and you fail- you didn't really fail. You gave it your all.

And if you decide not to give something 100%- you decide it's not worth any percentage, actually- you're not failing. You're just deciding it's not something that adds to your life.

I'd argue that trying isn't all that bad. He gives a few examples... like are you trying to fix your marriage? Or are you fixing your marriage?

OK, I'll give him that one. But there are many things I try to do every day. I try to blog every day. I try to exercise every day. I try to have quiet time every day.

Sometimes it happens; sometimes it doesn't. It's not a failure in my book either way; it's the heart behind it that matters.

In my opinion? Let's do what we want and need to do to be happy. Let's not do the things that make us unhappy. And let's try to find some middle ground, too- because we're all just human.

Inspiration

2011-12-04T21:19:00.000-06:00

Wow... what a weekend! Birthday parties, long runs, plenty of couch time, several Blueberry Tea Lattes and a few surprises mixed in there. December is certainly shaping up to be an interesting month- and if I say so myself, a great way to wrap up 2011- a truly great year!

Tonight, I had a meeting for my freelance project and it hit me just how great his year was. I was sitting there over a glass of wine, chatting with my "client" (who I should really just call a dear friend) and I was struck by life's blessings.

This year could have been really difficult. But instead, it was full of surprises. Mainly, I surprised myself- in the best ways possible. I am so thankful for 2011; what a great year to reflect on.

This weekend, I started working on 2012 resolutions. Like last year, I am going to blog about my 12 resolutions for 2012, a "12 days of Christmas" blog special. I also want to share how my 2011 resolutions shaped up.

Hey, reflection is good for everyone!

Tonight, I want to share an article by Brian Klems I loved this week- 7 quotes from great writers. These inspired me this week, and reaffirmed yesterday's post on writing and blogging.

I especially like #5 by JK Rowling; I think it's inspiring for both writers and bloggers.

“Oftentimes an originator of new language forms is called ‘pretentious’ by jealous talents. But it ain’t whatcha write, it’s the way atcha write it.”

—Jack Kerouac

“[The writer] has to be the kind of man who turns the world upside down and says, lookit, it looks different, doesn’t it?”

—Morris West

“I would advise anyone who aspires to a writing career that before developing his talent he would be wise to develop a thick hide.”

—Harper Lee

“The only obligation any artist can have is to himself. His work means nothing, otherwise. It has no meaning.”

—Truman Capote

“In truth, I never consider the audience for whom I’m writing. I just write what I want to write.”

—J.K. Rowling

“Write. Rewrite. When not writing or rewriting, read. I know of no shortcuts.”

—Larry L. King

“I think I succeeded as a writer because I did not come out of an English department. I used to write in the chemistry department. And I wrote some good stuff. If I had been in the English department, the prof would have looked at my short stories, congratulated me on my talent, and then showed me how Joyce or Hemingway handled the same elements of the short story. The prof would have placed me in competition with the greatest writers of all time, and that would have ended my writing career.”

—Kurt Vonnegut

Hope those quotes give all of you bloggers a bit of inspiration this week!

Blog Challenge Recap

2011-12-03T09:49:00.000-06:00

Two days without posting- and I've missed it!

After completing my 30 days of blogging challenge Wednesday (and thank you for all of the sweet notes!) I decided to take a couple of days "off." I didn't commit to how many days off, because I hate that- saying "I need approximately 5 days off from blogging starting now."

So after two days, here I am- back in action. Rested and ready to go!

Throughout this blog journey, I kept a running list of things I learned about the writing/blogging process as I went along. As competitive as I am (once I commit to something, I'm in, no matter what!) I also wanted to learn something, too- I wanted to become a better writer and blogger out of the whole experience.

I say writing and blogging because I think there's a tiny distinction between the two. More on that in a minute.

First, I want to share a quick "state of the union," so to speak. What's up in my world.

*I have yet to decorate for Christmas (today? tomorrow?)

*I am obsessed with Blueberry Tea Latte at QuickTrip

*I LOVE running in the cold, cold weather; bike riding is a different story!

*My late winter/spring is already shaping up with half marathons, projects, trips and showers... oh my!

A quick snapshot of my life at the moment. Now, onto those blog lessons! Here's what I wrote down during the last 30 days of daily blogging:

-Blog before wine

-Daily blogging is more than just a recap of your day; it’s research & time commitment

-Adding value to other people’s lives- via articles, links, etc.- builds followers

-Engaging in other people’s blogs & lives builds followers

-Building followers is not the end goal

-I am a writer who blogs; this means, I want to write great content

-Sometimes you have no motivation; blog anyways

-Blogging is like doing a sprint tri: you have to put all of the pieces together before the big race

-Finding daily inspiration is key (exercising, reading, TV, prayer, etc.)

-Write for yourself, what interests you

-Writing a day/weekend recap is OK, too

There you have it! My running conversation with myself on daily blogging.

As you can see, I started this project thinking... I hope I gain more followers!

And I ended this project saying... I'm doing this for me.

More on that blogger vs. writer thing: To me, a writer is someone who puts together an educated piece on something. I could be fact or fiction- but there's an element of research to it. A blogger, to me, is someone who writes for herself, and who writes to commune with her followers, and who shares pieces of her thoughts and life with people.

Out of this experience, I felt the need to grow as both a writer and blogger. I want to write thought-provoking things, funny things, personal things. I want to share my passions with the world- whether that's through a well-crafted blog post or a simple picture.

I came to have such a huge appreciation for Lindsay's Lounge. This platform allows me to grow as a writer, a blogger- and a person, too. It's a megaphone for my life.

THANK YOU for reading and commenting and following! My dedication to this little piece of my world has never been greater.

Enjoy your day! I'm off to tackle those Christmas decorations...

or maybe just hunt down a Blueberry Tea Latte instead. :)

Goals Achieved

2011-11-30T22:03:00.000-06:00

Wow, I can't believe it's here!

As of this blog post, I have officially published 30 blog posts... in 30 days. One for each day of November. The BlogHer NaBloPoMo challenge is complete.

To be honest, I'm sad. I really enjoyed this challenge. I savored the fact that I made a commitment to my blog- one I had to keep every day- and I made it a priority.

That's the best part about setting a goal; maybe you aren't competing with anyone but yourself, but it's a challenge nonetheless. You've committed to something, and you're going to see it through.

I find that I thrive on goals. Whether it's in the fitness department (a sprint triathlon in January? Let's add a potential half marathon in February to the mix!) in the spiritual department (a daily devotional keeps me on track) or in my professional work life (checklists are my life)- I love to set goals.

I'm finding every day it's OK to be flexible with those goals; in fact, I think that's an essential ingredient to healthy goal-making. You must acknowledge that you aren't perfect, and if you can't run 13 miles (some days even 1 mile is a killer!) or finish that Bible study or check off everything on "the list" in a day- it's OK. We're only human.

But when you've crossed something off the list, or run that 3 mile stretch that seems so impossible when you start out, the sense of accomplishment, the sense of a goal achieved, gives you the biggest rush and thrill.

This NaBloPoMo challenge was my half marathon, my daily devotional, my checklist and so many other things all rolled into one. It was a goal; a commitment; a priority; and now, a success.

Thanks for reading! Thanks for being a part of my journey.

Throughout the course of this challenge, I kept a running list of "lessons learned" by blogging every day. Tune in tomorrow for my thoughts!

In the meantime, set a goal for yourself for tomorrow. Even if it's to take 5 minutes of time for yourself; goals come in all shapes and sizes and are equally important.

There aren't always medals at the end- but completing a goal, no matter how big or small- is such a sweet victory.

My Crayon Box

2011-11-29T20:21:00.000-06:00

Today, I officially added a new color to my box of crayons.

The name?

"Social Media Savvy."

OK, a bit over the top. But let me explain.

I currently manage Facebook and Twitter for my company and our parent company. I also manage YouTube accounts for both. On the side, I manage FB & TW (Twitter, duh) for my freelance project.

And sometimes, when there's time, I like to Facebook and Tweet on my personal accounts, too.

WHEW! That's a lot of coloring.

Today, I merged all of those onto one fabulous platform, Hootsuite, for better management and efficiency.

And with that "stroke" of genius (go with the coloring theme) my life became ten times easier. I became not just good at social media, but social media savvy.

And it's a glorious color, let me tell you.

I love social media; it's my one-stop-shop for news, interesting articles to read, Bible versus to reflect on, a chance to see what my friends are up to and an opportunity to network with my peers.

Don't worry; I think one-on-one communication is always the way to go. It's like the red crayon- always necessary in a box.

But move over green, yellow and blue- social media savvy is the new primary color.

Not just according to me- but to Craig Leavitt, CEO of Kate Spade, as well.

Talk about color!

Kate Spade has always been a bright place- and their Facebook campaign is no different. They get it.

I found a few quotes from Mr. Leavitt especially insightful:

"In terms of investment, it’s in human resources. We have young people who live and breathe social media and are immersed in it every minute of every day. We allow them to lead and trust them in this space."

"The Kate Spade girl aspires to lead an interesting life — to engage in the arts and literature and travel and adventure. We talk about those things on social media because that’s who she is, and she wants to hear about what her peers are doing."

"I also think that [social media] is a unique space, and you have got to make sure the people who are most connected, the ones who access it every day, are empowered to be leaders in this environment. Often they are the youngest members of a team."

Isn't that great?! First of all, I love the "Kate Spade Girl"- who loves art and literature and travel and adventure. That's a great way to tackle social media; determining the "voice" behind the post/tweet.

I also love his thoughts on your social media savvy being the young members of a team- invested in all things web- but vitally important. It gives me confidence in what I'm doing on the social media sphere.

Being a producer once meant- very simply- putting together a show. You had an editor, a director, an audio director, a graphics department, talent, and a "web person" to help you out. That's what made your team, your box of crayons, so to speak.

Today, a producer needs to be able to do it all. I can't do all of it well; ask my colleagues about the videos I've "edited" I make them sit through.

I don't always stay in the lines; that's never been my style.

And I certainly know my strengths and weaknesses.

But I can edit. I can write. I can manage audio and help design graphics. I can switch a show. And now, I can add social media savvy to my box of crayons.

... Just don't ask me to host anything. Every box has its limits.

Momentum

2011-11-28T20:32:00.000-06:00

Do you ever feel like if you sit down... you just won't get back up? At least for several hours, if not an entire day?

I had one of those days today. Not because it was a bad day; it was actually a surprisingly nice post-Thanksgiving back-to-work day.

But I arrived at work at 6:15am... and never stopped. Until about an hour and a half ago, when I crashed on my couch.

In all honesty- it was really a struggle to get up and locate my laptop in the kitchen to write this post.

Here's the rundown:

*Early work (in the studio by 6:15am)

*Produce all morning

*Doctor's appointment

*7-mile bike ride

*Grocery store

*Turkey Tacos for dinner (because defrosting turkey later in the week is too much effort; fresh from the store is better.)

It makes me think a bit about momentum. How we can be rolling along through a day- or even a season- of life, going going going, without taking a breather. And then you sit down... and the air whooshes out of you like a balloon and you're down for the count.

Lately, I've been reminding myself to appreciate each day for what it is. For who I am, today. For the friendships I have at this moment. For the job I have, for health, for safety. There have been times I get so caught up in the future that I forget to just enjoy the now.

So even though there are days we need momentum to keep us going (seriously, I took a brief nap in the shower earlier) I always want to remember to stop and appreciate the day. Big and small moments. Good and bad things. Momentum can only carry us so far before we become immune to life's best and worst moments. They all need to be absorbed. Days, moments, seconds always need to be reflected on.

If that time of reflection happens over a mid-morning cup of coffee... or a bike ride... or in the shower... or during an hour or two curled up on the couch, momentum at a complete standstill... all the better.

A Parking Lot Lesson

2011-11-27T20:18:00.000-06:00

Ah, home!

It's so nice to be back in Tulsa. I love being in Plano with my family- but as I mentioned yesterday, I love being in my house, too. There's always a nice sigh of relief when you pull up and the house is still intact. No earthquakes, tornados or gusty winds tore it away!

Because, we all know that's completely possible in Oklahoma.

When I got home, I ran up to Petsmart. I was at a standstill in the parking lot (it's right next door to Best Buy, which is packed from here until Christmas) and there were a lot of cars, people, etc. milling about; I was at a standstill until I could pull into a parking space.

An older gentleman was offended that I was "paused" on the crosswalk- and decided to make his point by ramming his shopping cart into my car.

We had an unpleasant exhange of words in the parking lot- to which I told him he was the "rudest person I'd ever met."

A real zinger, huh?

I drove away seething mad, with a million coulda-woulda-shoulda's. Should have screamed "Happy Holidays" accompanied by a rude gesture. Should have taken a picture of his license plate. Should have cursed him out. Should have continued yelling in the parking lot like the lunatic I'm sure I appeared to be.

Obviously, this would all have ended with zero satisfaction. It was a blessing in disguise that he drove away when he did, leaving me red-faced and furious- because I could have said some hateful things I would have later regretted.

It made me think how the holidays really do bring out the best and worst in people. Some people find joy in every Christmas song on the radio, every line at the mall, every candy-cane mouthed child they come across.

Others become scrooges, shaking their fists at the lines, turning off the radio, scowling at small children.

And ramming shopping carts into cars.

I felt myself become a scrooge of sorts myself after the shopping cart incident. I was completely impatient the rest of my drive home, whizzing around slow drivers at lightning speed. Christmas music took a sour edge. I decided today was not the day for the tree to take it's place in my house. And I thought to myself, we have a month of this left to go!

'Tis the season. It's important to remember, as we kick off December this week, what "the holidays" are all about.

Some of us will remember while listening to carols on the radio; others of us will be reminded by the echoing sound of shopping cart slamming into beautiful, silver (and freshly washed, I might add) Volvo.

But the lessons are all around us. Some are rejoicing this time of year, others are hurting. I'll say a special prayer for those hurting tonight, who find so little joy this time of year.

It's easy to become indignant and righteous and feel like we need to make a point when things don't go our way. But at the end of the day, it does no good. Being kind and being forgiving- that's what it's all about.

A bit of chipped paint on the car is well worth the lesson that came with it.

Home Times Two

2011-11-26T23:05:00.000-06:00

It's my last night in Plano.

It's always hard when my time in Plano wraps up- especially when it includes time with my favorite people, delicious food, great cocktails- and many blessings. I'm sitting here on my parents' couch, watching SNL with my dad (asleep in his chair) and just soaking in my last night. No matter how old I get, it's so hard to leave home.

But I have to say- I'm excited to head to my home tomorrow. It's sad to say goodbye, but it's also nice to have that feeling of missing home. I can't wait to see my little house, decorate for Christmas, let Maizy run around her own house, rediscover her favorite spots.

And even though the past few days have been non-stop crazy busy, I feel rested and renewed. It's so wonderful to spend a few days out of your routine.

And, that's saying a lot, for someone who needs a routine.

I ran different routes than usual. Drank mom & dad's coffee. Ate giant meals, surrounded by family, not worrying about how many calories I was consuming. Checked Twitter/Facebook/Blogs just once (or a couple- but no more!) times a day. Saw Breaking Dawn. Went to dinner with a friend. Ran the Turkey Trot. Played Mario Party with my siblings. Took a nap on my parents' couch.

So as I sit here on that very couch, it's nice to know that in just a few short weeks, I'll be back for Christmas- for more favorite people, delicious food, great cocktails- and more blessings. And another nap or two on this very couch.

But in the meantime, I'm looking forward to running on my trail; brewing a cup of my coffee; sleeping in my bed; and appreciating that I have two very special places to call home.

Maizy's Thanksgiving

2011-11-25T23:05:00.000-06:00

I have so much to blog about!

Like, how much food I've eaten over the past 3 days.

Or how I'm dreading a bridesmaid dress fitting tomorrow after 3 said days of eating.

But you know who's having the best time of all?

This girl.

Maizy's Thanksgiving holiday includes:

*terrorizing my sister & I (sharing a room) every night

*her favorite- breakfast

*running up the stairs and downstairs

*her second favorite- dinner

*sleeping on my sister's head

*lots of visitors (all for her, of course)

*taking daily naps with my sister (do you see a theme here?)

*looking out the window

We're having a great getaway.

Maizy has never been more spoiled and loved on than she has the past three days. And we still have another day and night to go!

She is going to have serious withdrawls when we get back to Tulsa.

So am I; after eating five meals a day, my pre-Christmas "diet" is going to be a rude awakening.

Oh well. We still have one more day and night- and we're going to enjoy it!

A Progression of Pie

2011-11-24T13:31:00.000-06:00

Happy Thanksgiving!

I hope you are enjoying a day with friends, family- and a lot of food.

Or just a wonderful day of solitude, reflecting on your blessings.

Here in Plano... we're having pie!

You start with a delicious filling of apples, cinnamon, lemon and lime juices, sugar and flour. You roll out two perfect discs of dough... one for the bottom, one for the top.

You lay your second disc of dough on top of your filling... and cut out festive fall leaf shapes.

And you bake it to perfection... ready for guests to enjoy. With a giant scoop of vanilla bean ice cream.

Our guests will soon arrive... and we will feast on turkey, broccoli cheese casserole, mashed potatoes (sweet and regular), green bean casserole and fruit ambrosia.

But most of all, we will laugh and enjoy each other's company, recounting all of our blessings of 2011!

Over a big slice of homemade apple pie, of course.

Intentional Living

2011-11-23T23:48:00.000-06:00

Tonight, the whole family loaded up into the car and headed to church for a special Thanksgiving Eve service.

My dad plays guitar in the church band- so we went to hear the music, listen to a sermon, see old friends, and of course- give thanks.

We also spend a good amount of time with a severe case of the giggles, due in part to our constant need to harmonize every song and hymn we sing. That's a story for another post.

The sermon wasn't standard; you would think the focus would be on giving thanks- and in a roundabout way, it was.

But instead, Father David talked about the gift we all have of knowing we have a Father who is orchestrating the events in our lives. It's not coincidence. The things we experience- both good and bad- are all bringing us into closer fellowship with God.

That's a huge thing to be thankful for- that we have a God who is constantly seeking a relationship with us.

Messages like that always hit home for me- especially sitting in a pew with my entire family.

The blessings we are surrounded with are no accident; it's not coincidence.

Tomorrow, I will give thanks for a lot of things. But most of all, the fact that God has a very intentional plan for my life- and I have so much hope for how that plan will unfold, what my role will be... and how it will all continue to play out for many Thanksgivings to come.

Festivities Begin

2011-11-22T23:43:00.000-06:00

We packed up the car and hit the road for the holiday.

You know... THE holiday.

Thanksgiving!

And this is how we celebrated upon arrival:

Well, just me that is. Maizy's too young for martinis.

Here's to a great week with family, food... and a martini or two!

Rescue

2011-11-21T19:12:00.000-06:00

We all go through seasons in life where we sink or swim.

As I get older, I'm seeing we all have times where we're swimming into the waves, strong and steady, no fear of sinking. And then there are the days we need a life raft just to stay afloat in calm waters.

I've been so blessed the past year to find my "life raft" in a number of ways- family, friends, faith, exercise, creativity, a new kitten, a new house. These things all came floating into my life just when I needed a bit of rescuing.

Yesterday, I started swimming again as I train for a sprint triathlon in January. I love swimming. I love drowning out all outside noise, sinking myself into the water and stroking my way across the pool. I feel so powerful when I'm swimming; it's kind of an out-of-body thing. I don't really see myself from a birds eye view when I'm running or biking- but when I'm swimming, I do.

In a triathlon, the swim portion always comes first. Maybe that's because they don't want you to exhaust yourself biking and running before jumping in a pool. They don't want you to sink.

I'm a strong swimmer- and I'm currently swimming into the current, unfazed. I'm tackling new challenges, pushing myself outside my comfort zone. I'm happy and content. I'm jumping into the deep end, and I'm not sinking.

It's so hard watching someone who is sinking, struggling to keep their head above water; in fact, it feels like you're on a life raft watching the Titanic go down.

It's in these moments you realize you have to be a life raft to someone else.

I have let certain friendships drift away, because that person is incapable of getting out of the life boat. They don't reach out a hand, or come to the rescue.

I have been rescued before. And today I'm jumping into the deep end.

Because I can, because I'm strong enough to. And because I'm ready to do some rescuing back.

Simple Thanks

2011-11-20T15:40:00.000-06:00

The week of Thanksgiving is finally here! Just two quick days of work, then Maizy and I will pack up the car and head to Plano, Texas to eat turkey with the family.

We have big plans this year. Church on Wednesday night for a special service (my dad will be playing guitar); Turkey Trot bright and early Thursday morning; of course, a delicious day of feasting and thankfulness; shopping and Breaking Dawn Friday.

If I have any say about it, there will also be about 15 games of Scrabble squeezed in there.

My mom has gotten really into "beading" this year- and she makes some pretty cute jewelry, I might add. A few months ago, she pulled out some of my nanny's (mom's mom) pearls- and this week, all of the girls in the family- my mom, sister, aunt & cousins- are going to make some new jewelry out of her pearls. Great idea, huh?

I can't wait to be surrounded by family, food and fun.

So much to be thankful for.

In the meantime, I enjoyed a low-key weekend. Lots of sleeping for this girl- early bed time both nights, napped yesterday afternoon, slept in this morning. I guess my body needs it after those early days last week.

Today, I cleaned my house top to bottom; there's nothing better than coming home, after spending a few days away, to a clean house. Plus, it will be ready for Christmas decorations next Sunday!

I also went for a swim (600m) in a pool as warm as bathwater. The Indoor Whole Person Sprint Triathlon is just two months away; training officially kicks into high gear!

I'm wrapping up this cold, lazy afternoon by tackling some scripts for a series of commercials for my client (wow, client- what a word!) with a chai tea latte in hand.

This post has no deep thoughts behind it today, no underlying message. No articles to reference, no pictures to discuss. Just a recap of my day, my weekend, and my thoughts on the week to come.

It's nice to put it all on paper, to look at all of the little and big things we do in a day.

So much to be thankful for- simple thanks.

Flexibility

2011-11-19T20:01:00.000-06:00

When I was in high school, I was on the dance team- the Plano West Senior High School "Royales"!

Every Friday night at the football game, we did a halftime performance. These routines ranged from poms to streamers to props (ladders, fences, etc.) to hoop-la's.

If you've never seen a Texas drill team performance at half-time, you probably have no idea what a "hoop-la" routine is! (Picture giant round circles adorned with shiny strips of ribbon, flying in the air during a dance routine.)

We had a certain number of dances we would rotate through week by week- one being the kick routine. The kick routine was always pretty intense. It required a lot of stretching (we had to kick our sequined hats) and usually included a jump split or a split contagion of some kind.

I was never good at the splits. I was terrible, actually. It took extreme amounts of stretching on my end to make it happen. I even have a hamstring muscle that acts up every now and then- I'm convinced the result of a jump split gone wrong.

But as I've started to run more frequently and for longer distances, I've noticed my flexibility has improved greatly. I stretch every day- whether I'm going for a walk or a bike ride or a run. I've noticed I can touch my toes easier than ever. I've noticed my palms touch the ground when I bend over. I've seen positive results from stretching- from working out kinks in my muscles to overcoming lingering aches and pains.

Stretching- and flexibility- has become as important to my fitness routine as running.

Ironically, I'm not a particularly flexible person- not just physically, but characteristically.

Some may call it bossy, others call it stubborn. I just think I have a passionate personality.

Case in point: my business? Broadcasting auctions on the Internet so people can bid on properties across the country.

Before a big auction, I produce a 20 minute "pre-show" to educate viewers on the properties up for bid, how the bidding process works, etc.

Think of it like Sports Center; the pre-show before the big game.

I put days worth of work into this pre-show. I carefully write a script. I select videos to air during this time- many of which I have helped produce. I have a vision in my head of how I want this educational, entertaining show to go before the auction begins.

And if anything happens to mess that up- an auction begins early or late is the usual culprit in my business- it really sends me into a tizzy.

I say, I refuse to cut out of this video early because it will mess up my show.

They say, auction is our business. Deal.

I never handle these moments with grace. I fight tooth and nail until I realize the big picture is to broadcast the auction. The pre-show is extremely important; but the auction is the star. So I begrudgingly cut my pre-show short.

And then the inevitable post-show recap: you need to be more flexible.

It's a definite weakness of mine. I'm stubborn. I'm passionate. I'm determined- and I'm not always right.

Flexibility doesn't happen because someone tells you it needs to be so. I can't suddenly become more flexible anymore than I can pop into a jump split at a moments notice.

But with practice- stretching my muscles, taking deep breaths, looking at the big picture and the end result- I know it's possible.

I know I can step back and look at what's best for the show as a whole; a growing moment as a producer.

Flexibility takes time and work, but it's always worth it.

But no matter how flexible I become... I make no promises on the jump split.

Eluding the Pre-Dawn Funk

2011-11-18T19:58:00.000-06:00

Have I mentioned once or twice this week that my alarm went off at 4:45am EVERY MORNING the past five days?

No? Well, it did.

There's something about being at work when it's still dark outside that can unmotivate the most motivated of people. I consider myself fairly motivated; but when the coffee is gone by 7am, you know it's going to be a long day.

I came across this article by Michael Hyatt on "getting out of your funk" around mid-week this week; perfect timing, as I was starting to feel the early mornings and long hours.

It was time for a seventh inning stretch.

He wrote about a particular time he was in a major funk- and how he got out of it. He started his post by quoting Tony Robbins who said, "Emotion is created by motion."

Michael went on to say that changing our emotional state- being in "funk" so to speak- can begin by changing our physiology. He suggests putting on some upbeat music, taking deep breaths, positive thinking, and my personal weapon of choice- going for a run.

We all get into those funks that just seem to drag on and on. And I certainly have my fair share of those when I'm working before the sun comes up. It's hard to feel inspired & productive when you're tired and feeling sorry for yourself. Or bitter that your co-workers are just arriving when you've been at it for 5 hours already.

Enjoy your 9am cup of coffee! I'm ready for lunch.

But it really confirms my belief that starting the day on the "right" foot (for me, quiet time & exercise) is key; and that we all have the power to change a bad day- it's never too late. Even if that work-out and quiet time (or deep breathing or rap music or whatever your weapon of choice may be) happens right before you go to bed.

Next time I'm in a pre-dawn funk, I'll try to remember this blog post.

Or I'll just pour another cup of coffee and drown my sorrows. :)

Accidental Athlete

2011-11-17T20:19:00.000-06:00

When I was little, I had a phase where I wanted to be sporty.

I wanted to be on the volleyball team, or the soccer team. And finally, in 5th grade, I "made" a softball team with my life friend Hilary (who's wedding I'm in this coming June!)

All I know about my time in softball:

*I hated getting dirty; there was NEVER any sliding

*I never actually made contact with the ball when I was at bat

*I peed my pants in the middle of a park with Hilary while practicing one day

Actually, Hilary is my only friend who has made me pee my pants- and not just once, but twice. Once as an adult.

But I digress.

The point is, I was never athletic. I danced. Oh, and I learned to water ski in middle school when my family bought a lake house.

That's it! Not sports for this girl.

I started working out my senior year of high school- and that continued into college. Elliptical was my thing; maybe the treadmill for short periods of time.

I spent my first post-college year in a sleep-deprived haze that consisted of 0% exercise. I was working the night shift at KTUL and I could barely manage to stay awake in my free time, much less exercise.

But eventually I took on my first Couch to 5K training program, ran the Tulsa Run and wa-la, a runner was born.

Up until the past few months, despite improving my running, picking up- and having a love/hate relationship- with biking and (gulp) even swimming, I still haven't considered myself sporty. Much less, an athlete.

But a few weeks ago, when I was negotiating for the new-to-me bike, the woman who was selling it started a sentence by saying "Athletes like you and I..."

I don't even remember how that sentence ended, because I was so fixated on those words. Athletes like you and I.

Is the red-headed girl who hates dirt and germs and getting hurt an athlete?! After all of these years?

I now find myself having conversations with people about the next race I want to try, the best trails to practice biking uphill in the wind. I am stepping out of my comfort zone to find new running trails because I've run "my" trail enough times to know it by heart.

I find myself looking at cars with bike racks and thinking, I need one of those.

I'd rather spend $200 on a Garmin Forerunner than a new outfit.

Well, most days, anyway. Let's not get too carried away.

I longingly look at Turkey Mountain and anticipate the day I'll be able to rock those hilly trails- by bike or foot.

I enjoy the outdoors more than ever; I even want to camp!

(But I still jump a mile when I see spiders on the trail; case in point, this afternoon.)

All this to say, maybe this ultimate girly-girl is a bit of an athlete after all.

I'm competitive.

I'm determined.

And even though at the moment I may have more work-out clothes than actual work clothes...

Don't even think I'm giving up my high heels.

Goodbye Fall, Hello Bailey's

2011-11-16T21:16:00.001-06:00

Halfway through the week- and halfway through my blog-for-a-month challenge! Feeling good and strong as I head into the final 15 days (ha)- and throughout this entire process, I've kept a list of things I'm learning by blogging every day.

So, tune in for my thoughts December 1st. :)

How's that for a tease! Such a TV girl; "tune in" is a phrase I write or hear about 18 million times a day!

Fall is coming to a close. Yes, it's sad and true. I wanted to grab a picture of my house before the cold snap(s) begin- and I just love this shot. My big tree out front is the sunniest yellow- and the smaller tree in my planter stays this vibrant red for just a short week- the week before the weather turns seriously cold.

Isn't nature amazing like that?!

Of course I'm sad to see fall go, but I'm thrilled about winter, too. Yes, I said it. I'm ready for cold nights, hot chocolate, a (small) round of snow, lots of couch-cuddle time, and Bailey's.

The Oklahoma Housewife (aka my best friend Heather) made me a fan of Bailey's some years ago, and I've been a believer ever since. In fact during last year's snow storm, I partook in a daily round of Bailey's-n'-coffee... and I made this delicious Bailey's ice cream.

So when I stumbled across this adorable table setting from The Sweetest Occasion featuring a DIY table runner, votive holders and vases, covered books, and- you guessed it- Bailey's, I was sold.

With holiday happy hours right around the corner, I think I will recreate this very setting in my kitchen this weekend- to prep for the parties, of course. Bailey's included.

The Sweetest Occasion for Baileys Friendsgiving - DIY Centerpiece from Cyd Converse on Vimeo.

Temperatures are dropping to the low 20s here tonight; here's to something warm to drink!

Optimism

2011-11-15T20:29:00.000-06:00

CNN wrote an article on a study last week that came to this conclusion:

"... attending religious services regularly can mean a more optimistic, less depressed, and less cynical outlook on life."

Ya think?!

But in all honesty, I find this whole study very interesting- because it proves what I know to be true. I don't necessarily attend church every week- and that's mainly because I've had a bit of trouble landing on a "church home."

However I do incorporate daily devotionals and quiet time into my routine. I have blogged before how much of a difference that makes in my life. It's not perfect; we all have days where there just aren't enough hours in the day. But I try my hardest to make it a priority.

The past few days, my devotionals have focused on prayer- how we don't have to be perfect or be in a perfect moment in order to spend time with our Maker.

Totally true for me this week, in fact. My official "quiet times"will happen on a bright orange couch at 6:30am outside of my studio at work as I wait for my broadcast to begin. Odd? Yes. Imperfect? Yes. Works for me? Absolutely.

As I found myself having quiet time in that rather odd place at a particularly early hour this morning, my first thought was this: Lord, thank you for coffee.

HA. But my second thought was this: when did quiet time & prayer become a necessity, not just a nice way to start my day?

Because it is a necessity; it shapes my entire day.

And, according to CNN, The National Heart, Blood & Lung Institute, National Institutes of Health and (whew) US Department of Health and Human Services- it shapes my outlook on life, too.

I thought this statement was interesting:

"Optimism is about 'percieved control... positive expectations... empowerment... a fighting spirit, lack of helplessness- those are general definitions."

While I wouldn't necessarily say all of those points are true (my co-workers might argue the "perceived control" bit on my end)- I do love a few of the key phrases: a fighting spirit. Lack of helplessness.

Because we gain those from a relationship with the Lord. We are optimistic because we know where our eternity lies. We have a fighting spirit because we have so many blessings to fight for. We aren't helpless, because we have a savior.

I'm optimistic tomorrow will be a good day; and it's not because I'll produce an amazing broadcast or I'll go to a fun lunch meeting or have dinner with a dear friend. All of these things make me joyful to the core;

I'll be optimistic because I'll start the day with a cup of coffee on a bright orange couch, studio lights blazing behind me, and a few quiet moments in prayer- however unconventional it may be.

Emo-Running

2011-11-14T20:09:00.000-06:00

Today, I came up with a new term I will use from now on:

"Emo-running."

Let me preface this by saying... today I started my week-long shift as morning producer for "Live from the Lawn", the broadcast my company airs online two weeks out of every month. For the last... 2 years?... I did the night shift, working until 10 or 11 every night. And just a few months ago, I switched over to the morning shift, where I arrive at work at 6am every day.

Which means my alarm goes off at 4:45am every day.

No complaints, mind you. I am forever thankful to do a job I actually like, with people I really love.

But.... there's just no amount of coffee to make 4:45am bearable.

SO- onto the emo-running:

I woke up at 4:45, aka 5:30... quick shower, Keurig-coffee-to-go, hit the road.

Produced all morning... then spent the afternoon slightly bleary-eyed and numb; the first 6am work day is always brutal.

What were we talking about? Oh yeah, emo-running....

...but first- you know when you have a really long day, and you're tired, and people tell you all day long how you look? You get the "you look tired" or "you look worried" or "you look so serious when you sing" (true comment from the day; and yes, I'm known for singing in the studio).

When people tell you how you look all day, and they aren't necessarily saying "you look beautiful"... you just kind of feel... low.

Then, Facebook decides to throw a wrench in the engine by suggesting you friend your boyfriend's new girlfriend... for like the seventh day in a row.

Because you have mutual friends.

Really, Facebook?!

So by the time you leave- you drank your coffee-to-go 18 million hours earlier; you're angry at Facebook; and you're contemplating practicing your singing face in the mirror... it's time for emo-running.

What's emo-running, you ask? Let me tell you!

Emo-running is when you have a fierce and furious need to run. Preferably to sad or angry music.

Today, Mother Nature really made the emo-run with a downpour mid-pavement-pound.

Thank you, Mother Nature!

So I emo-ran, rain dripping down by face, "Fast Car" blasting in my ears.

Tomorrow, my alarm will go off at 4:45am. I'll get up at 5:30. I'll make coffee-to-go and arrive at work ready to see the smiling faces of my friends.

There won't be a need for emo-running; those only happen once in a while.

But there will be singing- and you better believe there will be a smile on my face.

Weekend (And Fall?) Wrap-Up

2011-11-13T19:16:00.000-06:00

The weeks seem to be flying by faster than ever right now... and in the midst of all of the deep thinking and day dreaming I do on my blog, I want to remember some of my favorite "fall moments", too!

I drove to Norman for OU Family Weekend last weekend- such a fun time with (almost) the whole family! We ate lunch on Campus Corner, watched Sooner Scandals... and of course stayed up-to-date on the OU game via iPhone. I love this picture of the three of us; almost complete!

I can feel winter right around the corner... so I've been steadily crossing things off the checklist before the snow arrives. Car wash? Check!

Maizy and I love to spend 7pm-9pm every night curled up on the couch, watching our favorite shows. That's not so much a seasonal thing as a year-round sort of thing.

My first University of Arkansas game! Littlest brother goes to college there- so we spent this past weekend in the Ozarks!

Reunited, and it feels so good! Enjoying a little downtime at littlest brother's fraternity house yesterday before the game.

Can I also just say... the six of us (kids, parents, etc.) all spent the night in one hotel room last night?

I feel like I could dedicate an entire post to what it's like sharing one hotel room between six people. The snoring. The bathroom situation. The sleeping situation. And as my mom tells us, the constant chirps from five iPhones all night long as various family members received text messages, emails, etc.

(She's just bitter, as the lone non-iPhoner of the group.) (Right, mom?)

So, there you have it- a quick wrap-up as fall wraps up.

I am savoring these moments because this week will be intense! Producing every morning beginning at 6:15am. No complains; just lots of coffee. :)

And then, it's Thanksgiving week!

So savor your Sunday- and here's to Monday!

Running in the Fall

2011-11-12T10:46:00.000-06:00

There's really nothing like fall in Oklahoma. It helps that fall is my favorite season, after all- but it's truly just gorgeous.

The trees are changing to bright reds and yellows and oranges. There are leaves everywhere. I think that's my favorite- running with piles of soft leaves crunching under my feet.

Soon it will be snow underfoot... and we can just hold off a few more months before that's the case, thankyouverymuch.

Gap Body has a whole line of amazing work-out clothes- this GapFit jacket being one of them. They have a ton of jackets to choose from- really cute fitted ones, pleated ones, warm-up pullovers, etc.- but I decided I love this one the most because it's rain/snow resistant (nylon) and has long sleeves that come out past your hand. I definitely need those, because my hands get so cold while running.

I need to elaborate on this, because this is detrimental to my work-out experience. When my hands are cold, I'm miserable and I cut my run short. But when I wear gloves, my hands get too hot and I am miserable. Really, the quality of my run all comes down to the temperature of my hands.

So, these sleeves are actually a huge part of my love for this jacket. You can extend them out over your hand... or roll them up. Ta-da!

And... a personal moment here... my nose runs a lot while running in cold weather, so I need long sleeves to, you know. Wipe my nose.

Aren't you glad you stopped by to read today!

I also really, really need this. The Garmin Forerunner 210. Track every minute of every mile- yes please, sign me up.

If the temperature could stay at a nice 45-55 degrees in the morning, that would be lovely. If the leaves could stay put and continue to crunch under my feet, that would be wonderful. And if I could figure out how to keep my hands not too hot and not too cold, I'd be the best runner in Tulsa. (Ha!)

Speaking of leaves, I'm spending the next 24 hours in Arkansas, where I hear the leaves are changing beautifully.

So, until tomorrow!

No Today, Yes Tomorrow

2011-11-11T16:46:00.000-06:00

A few weeks ago, I said no to something I really wanted to say yes to.

That big something? A beautiful, new-to-me bike.

It was the hardest decision I've had to make in a while (yeah, I know, not much to complain about, huh?) and I was really torn about what to do.

Ultimately? It came down to money.

It was certainly an investment- and one I could afford to make, with the help of a generous payment plan offer.

But after a lot of wavering and praying and thinking and a glorious "test drive"... I had to say no.

And now, a few weeks later, I'm thankful that is the decision I made.

Instead, I've been able to purchase/invest in several smaller scale things that have been piling up on my want/need list- and that makes me feel really good about my decision.

In turn, I feel like another bike opportunity- maybe the same one?- will pop up when it's the right time, and I will feel really good about making that investment.

When I read this BlogHer article by Linda Hunt- part of The Money Conversation- it totally resonated with me.

Making a big commitment- whether it's a purchase or an investment of time- is something worth doing some serious thinking and praying about. Sometimes the answer isn't clear- but I find that if I let something rattle around in my head for a few days, push back against my people-pleasing nature to "make a decision" (and one that makes the other person happy, usually)- I'm able to clearly see if it's right or wrong for me.

I especially like her "Money Muscle Strengthener" Tactics:

1) Find a quiet place, focus on your tailbone & take a few deep breaths

2) Think about what you were asked to do and your answer

3) Identify where you feel that in your body and describe to yourself how it makes you feel

4) That is your answer

The great bike debate is just a small example of this- but it's a bigger picture thing. I want to always be committed to projects that feel right. I want to make decisions that I can live with, that make me feel good about myself- whether it's matters of finance or matters of principle or matters of the heart.

In a world where quick decisions are made every day, sometimes it's nice to sit back... reflect, weigh the pros and cons... and make the right decision instead.

That bike money turned into new-pair-of-jeans money and save-for-big-trip money and three-cocktails-at-dinner money... and it turned into peace of mind, too.

Now that I've made some smart decisions, followed my heart and listened to my gut- I'm ready to celebrate with a big-ticket purchase.

A new bike, perhaps?

A-maiz-ing

2011-11-10T22:08:00.000-06:00

My little nugget of a honey girl is named Maizy.

I've blogged about Maizy before- but I have to say, lately... she has really stolen my heart.

She is the complete opposite of my Toby who died last year. In fact, after Toby died- I really couldn't stand the thought of getting another cat, of having a pet who could even remotely replace him.

A few days after I got Maizy- nine months after Toby died- I felt like I had made a huge mistake. She was so tiny (four weeks old!), needed so much care- and I honestly felt numb, like I had this huge responsibility on my shoulders, this precious thing to take care of- and I couldn't. I wasn't capable of it. I didn't have enough love left in my heart. Every time I looked at her, the ache of losing Toby came back all over again.

What a transformation seven months makes! And in truth, just weeks after bringing her home I knew it was right. I think God intended for me to have her, to have a complete opposite experience than I did before. He knew I could never replace Toby; so he just made room in my heart- and my head- for something completely different than Toby. 150% different, in fact.

Toby was soft and quiet and cuddly and furry like a lion. He shed all over the place. He always preferred home over adventure and needed coaxing out from underneath the bed/behind the water heater/on top of the cabinets regularly. He was the one thing that made my first steps into adulthood bearable, when I lived in a new city and worked a tough night shift and knew very few people.

He was my entire world for four years- the first chapter of my adulthood.

Maizy is loud and in-your-face. She has lots of attitude and prefers adventure over- well, anything. She's a great traveler; she is feisty and rarely cuddly- but when she wants to cuddle, she's all yours. She has never met a stranger and hasn't spent a minute of her life hiding from anything.

She is becoming my entire world- and, I truly believe, a symbol of the next chapter of my adulthood.

There might be some reading this thinking, we're talking about a cat, right?

But for anyone who has ever loved- and lost- a pet, you know the hole that leaves in your heart and how hard that is to fill.

Maizy was born in April of 2011, and came to live with me in May- and I'm pretty sure an angel named Toby had something to do with it!

Inspired & Happy

2011-11-09T21:22:00.000-06:00

Ah, Wednesday! We made it to Wednesday. After Tuesday turned out to be such a lovely surprise of a day, I went into Wednesday with equally high expectations.

Kelly over at Fab K Creative (also the designer of my lovely blog design) had this posted on her blog today. How true is that statement?! One of my BIGGEST struggles in life is finding my work/life balance. Some days I can't even imagine adding kids and a husband to the mix! If I'm away from work enjoying myself... I feel like I'm not working hard enough. And if I'm working too hard, I lose all sense of me.

Can I get an AMEN?

Upon seeing this poster, I found myself thinking of all of the things I do outside of work that inspire my work: blogging, running, quiet prayerful time. Things it's perfectly OK to make time for.

I also thought about the things that rejuvenate me, and therefore inspire my work: time with family, drinks with girlfriends, travel.

And when I stumbled across this article- 12 Things Happy People Do Differently- it all just jelled and jived together into one cohesive thought:

In order to be happy and do my best work, I have to live life to the fullest.

Take that ah-ha moment, Oprah!

A lot of the things in the article, I do regularly- or try to do. Practice spirituality, take care of your body, express gratitude. But a few stood out to me, things I could probably work on to improve my overall "happiness" (of course, I believe true happiness comes from a spiritual foundation- but certainly "committing to our goals" and "savoring life's joys" help!)

One point- cultivate optimism- I would especially like to work on. I tend to let things snowball- a rainy day puts me in traffic, keeps me from Starbucks, makes my hair frizzy, makes me feel uncomfortable in a meeting, makes me feel like I'm not doing a good job, leads to a crying breakdown in the car on the way home from work, leads to a minor life crisis. (Oh, come on. You do it too.)

There are moments in the day we can stop and turn it all around. Tackle a problem with optimism and see where it takes us.

Hand in hand with cultivate optimism.... develop strategies for coping. I've learned this first and foremost- and continue to learn it, honestly- through my job as a producer. I plan a show for days, weeks even- and in 30 seconds, it can all fall apart. A live shot doesn't go as planned; the video won't play when cued; a mic battery dies. Instead of throwing myself onto the ground (I'm not exaggerating here, either)- I have my coping strategies.

Take a deep breath.

The show must go on.

Eat a handful of M&M's.

Often times, I find myself apologizing after a show for snapping at someone trying to be helpful. Not a good coping strategy. Note to self: keep mouth shut with M&M's.

All this to say, I'm inspired today. I'm inspired to live life outside of work to inspire my work; and I'm motivated to make simple daily improvements to my life to get more "happy" out of it.

What inspires you? What could you work on to add more "happy" to your day?

If your answer is M&M's... you'll find no judgement here.

Tuesday Oomph

2011-11-08T21:04:00.000-06:00

Tuesday is typically my hardest day of the week.

I do some extra praying during my morning quiet time; and often times I have to reward myself with something fun after work on Tuesdays to help motivate me throughout the day.

Tuesdays are full of meetings, always. Some of them are standing weekly meetings; others are impromptu. But Tuesday = official meeting-of-every-kind day. I always need just a little extra oomph to get through Tuesdays.

Monday is a day to see all of your work friends, catch up on email, new shows on TV. I don't hate Monday.

Wednesday- we're halfway through the week!

And Thursday and Friday- well, you're basically on weekend time.

But Tuesday... Tuesday always requires a little deep breathing. And a lot of praying. And some definite oomph.

Today, my extra oomph was the promise of a post-work run; a new book I've been waiting for; and a chai tea latte from Barnes & Nobles.

Pretty good oomph, huh?

And in the end, today turned out to be a great Tuesday. Many meetings came and went. I ran a new trail tonight in the cool, rainy air- which I love. And I picked up a new book, a chai tea latte- AND a chocolate chip cookie!

(Which I ended up throwing at a giant bug in my garage when I got home; I have bug issues, OK?!)

Sometimes Tuesday just surprises you and ends up being a great day!

What day of the week do you need a little extra oomph? What do you reward yourself with?

Just curious.

And if your extra oomph is a chocolate chip cookie- please hold onto it. Tightly. I'm really wishing mine wasn't on the garage floor right about now.

Pacing

2011-11-07T21:31:00.000-06:00

Oy. The state of Oklahoma is really putting me through the ringer right now.

We started the year with "Snowmageddon"; record-breaking snowfall.

We had a spring full of nasty tornado scares.

The summer was a scorcher, with record-breaking temperatures well above 110 degrees.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, we are breaking records with our earthquakes.

We have had three earthquakes of noticeable size... in the past 4 days.

Three earthquakes, you ask? Why yes. Because we just had another 4.7 earthquake a half an hour ago.

Did I mention we're also currently under a tornado watch?

So, oy. That's all I can say.

But to distract myself from the current weather drama- I have an announcement!

I am officially entering week 2 of my 30-days-of-blogging challenge!

I'm finding out a lot about my writing style, my blog, even myself through this entire process.

Today, I read this post by Joy The Baker about doing what you love, including blogging. Write what you love. Don't worry about the followers, the fame. Just do it because you love it. Such wonderful words to live by in every area of life, don't you think? Especially during this blog challenge.

I also read this article on BlogHer comparing our daily blogging to training for a marathon: you don't just wake up one day and decide to run 26.2 miles. You have to train! It takes patience, a break every now and then (hello, picture posts! They're coming!) and the support of other runners- er, bloggers.

These two articles really inspired me today. I think that's my favorite part about this challenge; I feel more observant in the things I experience (hello, earthquakes?!) the articles I read, the pictures I come across- it's all inspiration for my blog posts. In a way, I feel like my writing is more intentional.

So, here we go, week 2! The finish line is still a ways off- so I'm pacing myself. The road is tough; the earth trembles under my feet (ha!). But I'll finish strong!

The Art of a Healthy Heart

2011-11-06T16:37:00.000-06:00

I would like to point out, for the record, that even though it looks like I did not post Saturday... I did. I really did! Shake, Shake, Shake was written at 11:30pm last night. Which my computer still thought was 12:30am... but, time change! So, it counts. For those keeping track. :)

Today has been a much-needed, much-deserved day of rest for me. I think for a lot of people, that means doing nothing. For me, a day of rest is catching up on life with no outside stresses. I sleep a bit longer. I have quiet time or go to church. I balance my checkbook. I enjoy a cup of coffee and read my favorite blogs. I write, I run, and sometimes I work. But only if I want to.

I read an article this week my Michael Hyatt about the "four disciplines of the heart." He breaks down what he believes to be four essential practices, for lack of a better word, to keep our hearts in check. To keep us spirited, passionate and engaged in life instead of muddling our way through it.

Below are this thoughts:

How can leaders cultivate a healthy heart? I would suggest four disciplines:

1.The Discipline of Reflection. We live in a busy and noisy world that will suck the life out of us if we let it. This is why it is essential that we intentionally pull away to a quiet place, pause, and reflect. If Jesus did this (see, for example, Mark 1:35), how much more important is it for us?

2.The Discipline of Rest. God has built rest into our very physiology. We are made to shut down for a third of the daily cycle. One of the quickest ways to lose perspective is to cheat ourselves out of this God-given “off switch.” It requires deliberate choices: deciding to rest one day in seven and choosing to take our allotted vacations.

3.The Discipline of Recreation. There is a difference between amusement and recreation. The former leaves us more tired than we started. Recreation involves any activity that gives us the opportunity to express our creativity. These activities never seem urgent, but they are vitally important.

4.The Discipline of Relationships. Arguably, this is the most important. You and I were made to live in relationship to others. This means making time—quality time—for our family members and friends. It means taking the initiative to invest in those we love.

Read the full article here- I dissected it a bit according to what really hit home for me!

For the discipline of reflection, I lean on daily quiet times and running. I have made this mandatory in my life.

For the discipline of relationships- I have made this a priority, as well. I've really evaluated what makes a "healthy" relationship this year; I am allowing myself to draw the line if I feel walked on or taken advantage of. (A problem of mine.) On the flip side, I am investing 100% back into the relationships that are fruitful.

But I sometimes feel like disciplines 2 and 3... I skip over. Rest & Recreation?! Who has time for that!

Rest is always the first to go in my busy day- and I feel terrible guilt taking time off of work. But it's necessary to refuel and keep us running properly. In fact, I'm using up my vacation days right now- because I need that time away.

Recreation is another one I'm working on. I have been in a "season of work" these past few years- but I'm trying to invest more energy and resources into things I love. Travel, for instance; this is a huge priority for me in 2012. But I have been allotting time for other recreational activities, too- running, blogging, writing, freelance projects- and yes, couch time to watch Real Housewives. (Hey, it's recreation!)

All this to say, I appreciate these days of rest- and I think my heart does, too. Life is so easy to enjoy if we take the time to take care of ourselves!

Shake, Shake, Shake

2011-11-06T00:11:00.001-05:00

What an eventful 24 hours!

It all started around 2:15am Saturday morning... when I was convinced someone was breaking into my bedroom window. After leaping out of bed- or trying to, since my center of gravity was oddly off, despite my lack of alcohol the night before- I realized every window in my house was rattling. And in my sleep induced haze, I decided to confirm via Twitter what I already knew: an earthquake! In Oklahoma! A 4.7!

Maizy was petrified- that whole animal instinct thing- and so we moved to the couch (my safety spot, don't judge) where she slept on my neck all night and I... tossed and turned.

But! I rallied in the morning. And with coffee in hand, I drove to Norman to spend a day with my family for OU's Family Weekend.

12 hours later, content after a fun day with my favorites, I returned home. I changed my bedroom clock back an hour. And on my way to the kitchen to change the microwave clock- I heard a dump truck coming down the street.

At 11pm at night? What the-

I spent the next full minute in the doorway of my living room, watching as my mirror bounced precariously from the wall and a wine bottle perched on top of the fridge danced dangerously close to the edge. Earthquake #2! This one record-breaking for the Sooner State: a 5.6!

Needless to say, I'm writing this post- and parked for the remainder of the evening- in my beloved safety spot. Good thing it's so comfy.

The Sooner State is shaking!

I am oddly unsettled. I can handle 115 degree heat. I can shovel snow and ice with the best of them. And I can pack a mean tornado shelter kit in under 2 minutes. In fact, I scoff at green skies.

But earthquakes? That's a wholllle different ball game. No warning. No prep time. One minute you're brushing your teeth, and the next you're hovering in a door frame.

I lived in California until I was 7 years old. And on my 7th birthday, an earthquake hit just an hour before my big birthday bash. This was in 1991, when it was mandatory to wear your favorite frilly dress to a birthday party. So imagine my dismay when all of my friends, too scared to return home to put on their party dresses after school, showed up at my house wearing pants.

I have not recovered from that. And every time my house rattled from the rooftops the past 24 hours, I once again became a 7-year-old little girl whose mother has thrown herself on top of my Wizard of Oz cake to protect it from a swinging chandelier.

Despite the fact I'm a tiny bit fearful as I fall asleep tonight- it's just one more "shake up" to reflect on. When we're rattled, shaken up, tossed around a bit- we learn to appreciate our center of gravity so much more.

On that note, I'm off to sleep! And no, I'm not leaving my safety spot. :)

Writing & Running: A Perfect Pair

2011-11-04T18:43:00.000-05:00

One of my New Year's resolutions for 2011 was to get into shape. I had a specific "weight goal" in mind, and I had a method for how to lose said weight.

So in the Spring, after procrastinating greatly (Who can exercise in 12 feet of snow? And I'm still recovering from that sinus infection... the one I had a month ago. And it's reaaaaaallly nice and warm in here. Is that hot chocolate in my Keurig?) I decided to dust off my running shoes and start the Couch to 5k program that worked so well for me a few years ago when I ran the Tulsa Run 15k.

But I quickly realized it wasn't going to work so easily this time around. Timing myself, sticking to a weekly schedule just wasn't working for me anymore. So I just started running. And I would run until I was tired. At first it was just a half a mile; and slowly, over the course of the year, it picked up to the steady 3 miles, 3 times a week that I'm at today.

In training for the Tulsa Run (a 15k) I decided to "cross train" by riding my mom's old bike.

And that, folks, is how I found myself completing my first Sprint Triathlon this fall!

And signing up for another one in January... gulp.

I found my rhythm. For me, at this point in my life, I enjoy running in smaller quantities and mixing it up with biking and swimming. It challenges me, excites me- and has become one of the biggest priorities in my life.

I'm happier when I work out; my stress level is WAY lower; I feel more focused and energized. I eat better. I'm more confident in the way I look. I made it a priority and I committed to it; and it's been life-changing. And not just in the health department; it's made it's way into my creative process, too.

When I read this blog post by Paul Jun the other day- drawing this lovely connection between writing and running- it all clicked into place.

This line in particular totally resonated in my soul: "I cannot stress how important it is for a writer to exercise both their brain and their body. That build-up of stress and constant weeks of working without exercise greatly impacts your train of thought."

Of course that's his opinion- but I just love that thought! And I love thinking that running and biking, while releasing stress and allowing me to get lost in my thoughts, is also making me a better, more clear-headed writer.

Because I truly believe it is. When I get up in the morning to run, I put on my ipod. Some days I listen to rap and other days, Christian music. Some days the sun is just coming up, and some days it's already beating down on me. I have a series of conversations with myself: my to-do list for the day; my biggest dreams; my greatest worries; people I need to call; quiet moments with the Lord.

It all happens in that hour; and it sets the course for the rest of my day. It extends into my drive to work; my meetings; and eventually, my blog posts.

Some days, I have a few minutes of quiet where I write in my journal before I run. So I would even argue that at times, running doesn't impact my writing- but writing impacts my running.

I came across these 26.2 Bible Versus for marathon runners over at Mile Posts! I think I need to record these and keep them on repeat on my ipod while running. :)

Fellow bloggers and writers, how do you clear your head? And fellow runners/bikers- do you find that in some ways, it makes you a better writer?

What do you lean on for inspiration- both when running and writing?

Rallying

2011-11-03T21:47:00.000-05:00

Day 3 of my blog-every-day-for-a-month challenge and I almost forfeited!

After a long & stressful day, drinks with coworkers and zoning in front of the TV for an hour, I almost kept my computer shut and called it a day.

But then I remembered how important this little exercise is to me- to really & truly blog for a month straight- and I rallied.

So, here we are. :)

I guess it goes to show that every blog post doesn't have to be a well-thought-out work of art. In fact, sometimes it's a bit more impromptu. And whether it's something that takes time to draft- like tomorrow's post, for instance- or something that's short & to the point, it all counts. Writing is writing, no matter what. Putting thoughts into words, honing writing skills, laying our thoughts out there- that's what makes us writers and bloggers, and that's what counts.

I wanted to pass on the blogging for the day, but I'm so glad I didn't. Because even when it seems like an item on my to-do list or even something I'm not altogether looking forward to- it's like exercising: we do it to stay in shape, to get better.

A perfect teaser for tomorrow's post, in fact. :)

Playing It Safe

2011-11-02T18:02:00.000-05:00

Today, I made a big decision... not to purchase something.

And while a large part of me feels like that was the responsible thing to do, the grown-up thing to do... the other part of me wants to throw myself on the ground and throw a temper tantrum because I didn't get what I want.

Cue Violet from Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory: But DADDY, I want it NOW!!!

The angel on my shoulder says, good job! That's the responsible 27-year-old girl we know and love. Use that extra cash to book yourself a massage!

And the devil on my shoulder says, are you scared to take risks?

Ugh. That's the thought that cuts me to the core. Because I always want to take risks. I want to challenge myself and yes, do things that scare me.

And the thought of playing it safe seems so... boring. So rational.

Where's the line between being responsible... and being cautious?

What's the right kind of risk to take?

My dad is taking a risk right now- and I couldn't be more proud of him. It's the right kind of risk. And I don't have a list of pros and cons for it; I just know.

So is that the determining factor? Something in our gut just tells us this is the right thing to do?

I guess that's where faith comes in. We can't possibly know if the risks we're taking- or not taking- are right or wrong without a lot of prayer... and even more faith.

Today, I have to, I need to accept that this wasn't the risk I was supposed to take.

But tomorrow? All bets are off.

The Routine (And Joy) of Writing

2011-11-01T20:56:00.000-05:00

Well, here we are! November 1st.

I can't believe how quickly October flew by. In fact, I can't believe it's been over a week since my last blog post! I spent the last two weeks in a vicious cycle that went like this:

4:45am alarm. Work at 6am. Coffee, coffee, coffee. Produce. More coffee. Meeting. Switch to Pepsi. Lunch! Meeting. Eyes Cross. Home. Work out (sometimes). Crash into bed.

Yes, two weeks of that.

What bugs me the most isn't the insane number of work hours; in fact, I'm thankful for my job so very much.

What bugs me is when I let my crazy schedule dictate life.

I have learned that when I am not on my schedule, I am not an entirely happy person.

I need to work out every day. I need to have quiet time every day. I need to spend time with my cat and absorb my house and have cocktails with my best friend and visit my family on the weekend. I need to write- whether it's in my journal or on my blog. On top of work and paying bills and life- I need all of those things, in big doses or small, to keep a steady grasp on who I am.

That's why we're spending some extra time outside this week.

That's why I was awake 20 hours on Saturday- to work, then drive 4 hours to spend time with my family and go to a wedding with one of my best friends.

That's why I am contemplating buying a brand "new to me" bike.

And that's why I'm participating in this month's NaBloPoMo challenge.

Nablowhaaat, you say?

Remember the conference I went to in San Diego this year? BlogHer? NaBloPoMo is a monthly writing challenge the organization sponsors that gives a daily writing prompt... and off we-the-bloggers go to write our hearts away. Every day. For an entire month.

A weighty challenge, yes, but one I'm ready for.

Today's prompt: What is your favorite part about writing?

I think my answer is clear; it reminds me who I am. Just like all of the things I need- running, worshiping, laughter, family, friends- writing is an integral part of who I am. It allows me to see things about myself I don't see when I look in the mirror. It allows me to say things I don't get to speak out loud. It's a running conversation with myself about life; and I need it to keep being who I am.

So join me on this month-long journey! I'll have a new post every day. And as I get into this blogging routine- I'll be working on setting a few other routines back into motion, too.

Tune-Up

2011-10-24T20:30:00.000-05:00

Ta-da!

My 1970-something Raleigh bike, looking like new!

Well, maybe not new. But close enough!

I decided that since right now is not the time to invest in a brand new bike- I may as well fix up the one I already have. So I bought a Groupon and despite the wide-eyed stares I got as I wheeled this bad boy through Sun & Ski to the bike department... I decided to go for the works. Lube up the gears. Replace the brake pads. Tighten the nuts and bolts.

My Raleigh deserves nothing but the best!

Of course the sweet bike enthusiast at the counter called me a few days later to make sure I wasn't doing any "serious riding" on this bike.

No worries there, buddy! At least not yet. :)

The thing about tune-ups is that they're necessary. It's not always practical to trade the whole thing in and go brand new. I'm thinking about that a lot lately; I'm making my end-of-year doctor's appointments, prepping for my annual review at work and reflecting on all that was 2011; 2012 is just weeks away, you know. I'm tuning myself up- body, heart and mind.

Tune-ups are necessary. It's good to take a look at the gears. Sometimes things get rusty or broken or just need a little TLC. It's important to replace the brake pads. We all need to stop every now and then. It's vital to get the alignment just right, the tires true. We've got to stay the course, keep pushing forward. The frame needs re-bending, the tires need air. Stand up straight and take a deep breath.

Yep, tune-ups are necessary. And even though the frame is still just a little bent out of shape (a certain car may or may not have run over the bike altogether recently) it's still standing strong.

A quick tune-up, and this bike is ready to rock and roll.

Unexpected

2011-10-23T19:20:00.000-05:00

I had my first- and not last, I'm sure- major surprise expense as a homeowner this weekend.

My heater/AC unit... which so faithfully carried me through the double-dip snow storm this winter... and the record-breaking heat wave this summer... went kaput.

It's 10 years old, so it's not necessarily a shock. But when the technician broke the bad news Friday, I did what any strong, capable single homeowner does in that situation:

I bawled my eyes out.

Instead of my life flashing before my eyes, my "wish list" flashed before mine. A trip to Europe, a new bike, a Canon camera, and yes- several pairs of fabulous heels- all expenses I would have to put on hold for a new unit reeled through my mind. Gone! In a flash! Stupid AC. Dumb heater.

The good news? It's all going to be OK. This is just a casualty of being a homeowner. The unit was replaced this weekend. And though I'm out a few bucks (ahem)... I worked out a payment plan that won't break the bank. Or dash my dreams completely.

I'm SO thankful for my parents- who walk me through these kinds of things. I'm thankful for a job that allows me to take care of these kinds of things. It's a small, tiny bump.

I'm sure I could make some major life ties here; bumps in the road happen. Ah, the joys of home ownership. It's not what happens, it's how you react.

But, I'm not going to. At the end of the day, my unit broke down. And I fixed it. And that's the end of it.

I'm going to appreciate the simplicity of it. Not everything in life can be fixed so quickly; this can, and for that I'm thankful.

So thankful, in fact- I might just go buy a pair of fabulous heels to celebrate.

Checklist? Check.

2011-10-19T22:11:00.000-05:00

Some days, there are so many things I want to do that it just seems overwhelming. Do you ever get that feeling?

I'm not talking the litany of to-do's we all constantly have running through our head; my checklist has reached massive proportions, since we're talking about it. Where did summer go?! That car wash I've had on my to-do list since May needs to happen soon before my car is covered in 3 feet of snow.

But anyways... no, I'm referring to the big picture to-do's. Today, walking down the hall at work, I had a sudden thought. Before I'm 30, I want a new bike, a Canon 5D and a trip overseas.

.... And still, a car wash.

Obviously it's a matter of prioritizing. I'm sure I can accomplish all of those things before 30. Just like my smaller, more manageable daily checklist; if I prioritize just right, I can pick up a bridesmaid dress AND redeem my AA miles for that big trip, all on Saturday!

Ah, checklists. Do they do us good? Or just remind us of the dot-dot-dot, the stuff that's still lingering out there to get done in a certain amount of time?

I'm the queen of checklists. I have a giant yellow notepad at work. I have lists on my computer, my iPad, my phone. Scraps of paper all over the house. Do, Do, Do, Check, Check, Check.

Some people really need those checklists to stay accountable, to remember. I'm one of those people who puts something I've already done on a checklist, just to check it off. So for me, I need less pressure. It's OK if the checklist gets lost, things are crossed out prematurely or just neglected altogether.

No matter what, the "grind" always gets done. Bills are paid, dry cleaning is picked up, doctor's appointments are made. And yes, cars get cleaned before winter.

I'm ready to set my to-do list aside and focus a little bit more on my get-to-do list. Excited-to-do, Saving-Up-To-Do.

Note to self: create "can't-wait-to-do" checklist.

Second Lap

2011-10-17T20:31:00.000-05:00

Today feels like summer's last hurrah. It started cool, hit warm and balmy around mid-day and ended breezy with storms on the horizon. Currently, it's thundering and lightning outside. If I didn't know better- I'd say this is any Oklahoma day in April or May.

But, it's mid-October! And winter is knocking. We had a few days of fall- more than we usually get- and now it's time to surrender to the cold.

I took a walk tonight and soaked it all in; no running, just walking and breathing in the air, the trees with their leaves still intact, the dry, empty riverbed. All of that will change in just weeks.

Ah! The rain literally just started as I type this. Tomorrow it will dip into the 30's; maybe Old Man Winter is closer than we think.

All of this talk of changing seasons makes me very aware that I've come full circle in my house. I'm on my second seasonal lap. I embraced a fall with golden leaves in my first backyard; I shoveled snow off my driveway in the winter; I prepped my most interior guest room closet during a particularly tornado-threatening spring; and I woke up before the sun to run during a brutal, record-breaking summer.

Yep, the first lap is complete.

The house itself is closer than ever to feeling "finished." I'm picking up pieces I love, decorating it slowly and with care. As with a lot of things in my life, it's been a project. Sometimes slow and frustrating- searching for the perfect piece, saving money. But all in all- it's been one of the most rewarding things I've ever done.

I can't wait to show you all pictures! But for now, a little more time. There are a few final touches before the big reveal.

So, in the meantime, thanks house.

For filling my home with family and food on Thanksgiving...

For reminding me to have hope...

For keeping me warm....

For keeping me cool...

For returning a piece of my heart....

And for being such a beautiful place to call home.

Winter, come on down. I can't wait for lap two.

Lounge Links

2011-10-16T19:23:00.000-05:00

I'd like to try something new on Sundays- "Lounge Links." I think it's a great way to sum up things that inspired me in a given week- from what I'm reading and cooking to drinking and thinking. That way, I can look back a month or year from now and see what I thought was relevant. Who knows- maybe you'll find a new favorite author or blog out of it!

So, here we go.

I loved this article on finding peace in turbulent times by Michael Hyatt this week. Actually- I read this a few weeks ago and saved it, and finally blogged about it yesterday. It's nice to be reminded that finding peace doesn't mean changing our zip code or our relationship status on Facebook. It's so much more than that.

This year was a semi-hiatus from shower planning for me; last year and the year before... and the year before... I was planning bridal showers and baby showers left and right! One of my best friends recently got engaged and the shower planning is once again underway! (Finally, the VIP button will get used again!) I wish I could find a blog like Bump Smitten for wedding showers. Bump Smitten is SUCH an incredible source for baby shower planning- certainly a go-to from now on.

One of my freelance projects is picking up steam. I'm producing a pilot- and eventually, TV series- for a guy who owns his own tile & stone company in Tulsa, OK. The show is Do-It-Yourself meets Reality TV and has been a year in the making. Our premiere is January- more to come, of course! In the meantime, follow True Blue on Facebook & Twitter for updates- managed by yours truly. :)

What are you reading? I finished some great books the past few weeks... and I think I desperately need to buy this. I'm terrible at editing.

But I can't WAIT for the Cupcakes and Cashmere book... Joy the Baker's Cookbook (which comes out on my birthday, ahem)... and already out, the Design Sponge Book. Hello Christmas present? :)

Whew. So there you have it. Links that inspire me, entertain me and keep me busy!

Can't wait to see what catches my eye this week!

What has inspired you lately?

Finding Peace

2011-10-15T10:22:00.000-05:00

Finding peace in the midst of chaos is a tricky thing.

Over the course of the past year, I made it my quest to find peace.

Of course, I didn't think that was what I was doing. At the time, I knew two things: I needed to get in shape spiritually and get in shape physically.

This year, I incorporated daily quiet time into my morning. I also started exercising every day. And slowly but surely, peace seeped into my life.

One stills me; one awakens me. Both allow me to think, pray, relieve stress and steady myself as I head into the day.

I don't think this is the magic formula; I just know it's my magic formula. The combination of these two things allows me to find a peace that is unshakable.

For the most part. :)

I read this article by Michael Hyatt not too long ago. The conclusion? Peace should not depend on our circumstances. It's not a "grass is always greener" scenario. We don't find true peace by taking a fancy vacation or moving to a new city or making any outwardly physical change; it all comes from within.

Of course that's easier said than done. For my friend who's a new mom of two kids under the age of 2; peace is hard to find, day or night. Or my friend and co-worker who is losing his job at the end of the month, with 4 kids at home to feed; I bet he would argue peace is circumstantial.

There are no easy solutions. But having looked for peace in all of the wrong places- a shaky relationship, a half-way commitment to a job, a semi-devoted commitment to my spiritual life- I know that real, lasting peace takes time to find, and is worth fighting for once it's found.

Because it's usually right within our reach, all along.

Long Weekends

2011-10-12T19:48:00.000-05:00

A few weeks ago, I looked at my employee account at work and realized I had 22 vacation days to use... or lose... by the year's end.

Um, wow! And yikes?!

So I set out taking 3 day weekends. This weekend will mark my third 3-day weekend in a row!

So, 3 days down... 19 to go?

I guess I have a few more long weekends coming in November, too!

I'm loving this time off. I get so wrapped up in my work and in life in general- and it's so refreshing, relaxing, restful to just have 3 whole days to run errands. Or sit on the couch and do nothing. Or take lots of naps. My favorite is going to Starbucks Friday morning- at 9:30 or 10, after I've slept in, of course- when I should be at work.

But I'm not. I'm at Starbucks with no where to go. Such a rebel.

This long weekend will be the last for a few weeks. And a crazy few weeks it will be until my next long weekend. I will be working non-stop... including Saturdays & Sundays.

So I really need to make this one count.

I think I'll go back to River City and claim this bench I saw last weekend.

And maybe I'll make this apple cinnamon coffee cake Friday morning. At 10am, of course, when I have that sneaky feeling of skipping class.

Ah, long weekends. What's your favorite way to unwind?

A Little Magic

2011-10-09T13:57:00.000-05:00

One bright day in the middle of the night

Two dead boys got up to fight.

Back to back they faced each other

Pulled their swords and shot each other.

A deaf policeman heard the noise

and came to kill the two dead boys.

If you don't believe this story tall,

ask the blind man- he saw it all.

Not your typical nursery rhyme, huh? :) I will say one thing about this poem:

My entire family has it memorized and will say it in unison frequently.

From Disney princesses and dusty fairy tales found at my Nanny's house... to rhymes about dead men and songs about flying witches... fairy tales, folk lore, magic, has always been a part of my life.

And this time of year- Halloween, where ghosts and goblins and witches abound- it always stirs the pot (no pun intended) and makes my imagination run wild.

Oh, imagination. Is there anything more important to give to a child? And while my roots, my true beliefs, my foundation is my faith...

... I'll never turn down a story with a little magic.

Which is why I've so voraciously read these three novels the past three months.

All stories with a bit- OK, a lot- of magic. Wonderful, captivating stories of things we know not to be true. But when the moon is just right and the wind is howling and the leaves are changing colors and winter is knocking... just the kind of stories you want to curl up with and let your imagination run wild.

The Night Circus

By Erin Morgenstern

This book is beautifully written- the premise, a magic circus, a love story, a tale of choices and following your dreams. While I loved the concept- and truly, the writing is beautiful, full of imagery you can't imagine- I never could connect with the characters enough to fall in love with the book. Still- a great read. And a movie in the making, I hear.

The Twelfth Enchantment

By David Liss

Enchanting is the perfect word for this book. Full of spells, mystery, romance, the right to freedom and even undertones of spirituality- I loved this book. I connected fully to the characters and found myself wishing it was a trilogy. Or at least would have a sequel.

A Discovery of Witches

By Deborah Harkness

This book was unlike anything I have ever read- a true discovery. This book made science fascinating, which for this anti-math/science girl is impressive! It's a mystery, a race against the clock, a forbidden romance (how can you resist a vampire, seriously) and with two more books on the way... I'm hooked.

A little magic for a magical season!

There was a little witch, who didn't know what to be

A happy witch? A wicked witch?

She had a choice, you see.

So she hopped up on her broom, and took her cat along

She circled all around the moon and sang this little song:

"Which witch shall I be?

Pumpkin says it's a mystery.

If you were a witch which would you be?

Oh which witch shall I be.

Shall I say booooo

or laugh with glee?

I'm wondering, I'm wondering,

Oh which witch shall I be?

Destination Unknown

2011-10-08T18:07:00.000-05:00

One new show I've kind of gotten into this fall is Hart of Dixie on the CW with Rachel Bilson. There are definitely some cheesy moments- but I like a good New-York-girl-moves-to-the-sticks plot line.

The thing that always bugs me is how the main character is always so reluctant. Doesn't want to move. Doesn't want to adjust to her new city. Doesn't want to fall for the hot lawyer with the southern drawl.

Um, what?!

While watching the saga unfold, I always think to myself... I would love it if life suddenly picked me up and dumped me somewhere brand new. New people to meet, a new town to learn to love.

And yes, sign me up for the hot lawyer with the southern drawl.

I love where I am- I feel like Tulsa, Oklahoma and my "Brookside Bungalow" is exactly where I'm supposed to be at this time in my life. I love my life and my work and my friends and my routine. This is home.

But every now and then... it's fun to wonder what joys a new town would hold, what fascinating things I'd experience. And I obviously don't even need to mention the whole lawyer-and-a-gentleman thing.

If God decided today you were meant to be somewhere completely different... where would you cross your fingers you'd land?

Sometimes I think somewhere overseas- an apartment overlooking Las Ramblas in Barcelona. Lots of people and activity- easy to get lost.

And other times, I think a small Alabama town would be delightful. Nosy neighbors, beautiful sunsets. Peace and quiet- easy to be found.

For now, Tulsa suits me just fine. A mix of loud and quiet, lost and found. Maybe not forever- but definitely for today.

Now, if only that lawyer can find his way to northeastern Oklahoma.

Work In Progress

2011-10-07T17:34:00.000-05:00

I would be remiss not to start this post with....

BOOMER SOONER!

Ah, yes- OU/TX weekend in the south. There's really nothing quite like it.

While the masses head south to Dallas for the game, I'm planning on having a quiet weekend at home in Tulsa. My 3-day weekend is off to a great start- drinks with friends Thursday night, coffee & a play date with my favorite kiddos this morning, a walk on the trail (and a really cute guy on a bike), and working on the house.

Today, I went window shopping at one of my favorite antique stores- River City Trading Post in Jenks.

I've decided I'm going back for this bench. It's just too cute not to have! It's a great size for my living room- and paired with the Tulsa skyline pillow I have my eye on at Dwelling Spaces- it will be the perfect addition to the house.

My guest room/office is a serious work-in-progress right now, but there's a definite gray theme going on. So of course, I adore the mirror on the right. I love the one on the left, too. But the gray one- love the shape, love the color. Have to have it.

And finally, this. I have an obsession with windows frames, door panels- odd pieces of a house that can be re-purposed into something cute. Every time I see one, I tell my sister- I know there's something there, something cute to make out of it. Well- this might be it. I love the black stenciling on the glass. Lindsay's Lounge, perhaps? Another great office addition.

The house is at an exciting milestone this month. My one-year anniversary is this week! I can't believe I've lived here a year; what a fantastic, memorable year its been. This house already has so many memories- I feel like I've owned it for 30 years!

... even though the mortgage statements say I still have 29 years to go. :)

I'm planning a little anniversary happy hour in the coming weeks- and a big post with the most updated pictures of the house! Still a work in progress- I figure it may be that way for a while to come- but it's slowly taking shape and I wouldn't hurry the process along, even if I could (afford it!) It's a journey in finding my style, what constitutes "home", a little creativity (both DIY and financially) and a lot of fun.

Stay tuned in the coming weeks for more on my, as the local real estate shows call them, "Brookside Bungalow!"

Friendship

2011-10-03T17:04:00.000-05:00

Friendship is a precious thing.

I have always believed that- and I hold my friendships in the highest regard. We need our friends- to cry with us, to vent and gossip with. To pray with us. To take us out for coffee or cocktails- depending on the situation. To celebrate engagements and babies and to mourn relationships that end.

Friendship is such a precious thing.

This week, I...

-Celebrated my friend, across the ocean, who had her second baby boy!

-Shared a bottle of wine, a few tears, and a good vent session with my best friend

-Had coffee with two of my favorite friends

-Celebrated the engagement of my oldest friend!

-Caught up with a friend who lives many miles away

Friendship is such a very precious thing.

The best part about these friends, these girls I surround myself with, is that we're each in different parts of life. Babies, careers, marriage, single-ness, ups, downs- but we all lift each other up and support one another.

I think that has become the definition to me of a solid, true friendship. When you lift another up, you are a friend for life.

Sometimes, I think God surrounds us with friends who are in varying places in life- to teach us, to better enable us to lift each other up.

Friendship means honoring your past together.

Friendship means respecting your present.

Friendship means trusting someone to lift you, to carry you into the future.

Friendship is a precious thing.

Thoughts on a Fall Day

2011-09-25T14:30:00.000-05:00

I am absolutely loving fall. Oh, I already mentioned that? Well, I'll say it again! I love, love, love it. And fall in Oklahoma is so resplendent. It's cool and sunny and the trees are turning burnt orange- it's just perfect. And something about the way it all looks and feels takes me back 10+ years to Fall Break spent at my grandparents house in Oklahoma City. On days like today, I may as well be on a house off of May Avenue, playing mouse trap upstairs or running around on the turf in their backyard.

Fall is also a perfect time to read and write, in my opinion. OK, fine, for me- any time of year is perfect for reading or writing. But fall is the best time, I might argue. Because you can meet a friend at Barnes and Nobles in the morning for coffee and browsing and reading, and then a few hours later... brew a cup of Chai Latte and sit at your kitchen table to pontificate on life.

So, here's my pontificating for today.

Yesterday, I read two articles via Twitter that really sparked my interest. I find myself constantly drawn to articles on balancing wife-hood and motherhood and career.

Here's why: If I got married at 22 or 24, I would probably be at a very different place in my life. But God put me on a different path- and at 27, I am single and very career-oriented.

However, there will be a day- because I want it, and need it, and pray for it, and just know in my bones- that I will dive headfirst into the world of being a wife and mother.

So where will my job fit in then? I already feel like a mother, protecting my first born. This career I've worked so hard to nurture and grow- it can't just disappear because I have a ring on my finger or a baby on my hip.

Can it? Some of you may argue, yes- it can.

Yesterday, I read this Forbes article by Samantha Ettus on keeping your foot in the door of your career, even if you take a time-out to raise a family.

Then I came across this article by Huffington Post. Author Iris Krasnow argues that the most happily married women are those who have passion and purpose outside of the home.

This is all obviously just food for thought. I know the path of motherhood versus career is different for every woman- and requires a lot of discussion and prayer. And I know some of the most career-oriented women find their greatest passion and joy in life in staying home to raise children.

Everyone finds their path, and I know I will, too. Another reminder to live in the present! I will enjoy pouring my energy into my current marriage and firstborn child- work! And 10 years from now? We'll see.

10 years ago... a backyard in Oklahoma City. 10 years from today? Only time will tell.

Savoring The Present

2011-09-24T08:18:00.000-05:00

Drum roll, please...

It's finally here...

My favorite season of all... Fall!

I absolutely, 100% adore fall. I love being comfy and cozy. I love hot coffee from Starbucks or from my very own kitchen. I love piling blankets on the bed at night and that delicious camp fire smell in the air that just seems to come with the fall season.

And I love that my electricity bill is low, but my heating bill hasn't kicked in yet. It's true.

Fall in Oklahoma is a bit like whiplash. One minute you're sweltering in 100+ degree heat, and the next- it's a cool 70 degrees outside. Fall literally happens in an instant- and lasts about as long as it takes to snap your fingers. So fall really is a month to be savored.

I spent a lot of time breathing in the camp fire air this week, thinking how thankful I am. Thankful for my job, my family, two strong legs to run on. For good friendships, even good coffee. For Maizy and my house.

I worked early and long days this week, my house is a mess, and I will likely spend this weekend cooped up indoors, recovering from the past two weeks.... but I'm thankful.

I always feel reflective when a new season arrives. And unlike years past, I no longer mourn the season that has passed. I'm ready to say goodbye to Summer- not because it wasn't wonderful (well, except those 112 degree days. I mean, seriously!) but because it's time to savor the present and look toward the future.

Yes, that applies to so, so many areas of my life.

Here's to savoring fall!

And maybe keeping winter and her ice storms at bay a few more months. :)

Four Seasons? Nah.

2011-09-19T20:31:00.000-05:00

Well, today was a giant slap in the face.

As you recall from yesterday's post, I spent the past 5 days with a glass of wine in hand by 1pm (yikes, even typing that gives me a headache); being greeted by the friendly and efficient Four Seasons staff (they even tweeted me!); and holding a smiling baby in my arms with no greater challenge in a day than making sure she fell asleep comfortably in my arms.

Enter, Monday.

I awoke to my alarm at 4:45am. I arrived at work in the pitch dark. I left my yogurt in the car. I produced, wrote scripts, answered emails, attended meetings, processed invoices. I grumpily called my mom to inform her I hate being an adult and I have zero groceries. I bought groceries, unhappy that a magic fairy did not stock my pantry while I was away. And I finally stumbled back through the door 12 hours later.

Where's that perky Four Seasons staff member when you really need them?!

But as I walked around my house, I got a whiff of something wonderful.

No, unfortunately, it wasn't a personal chef whipping up dinner in the kitchen.

It was the smell of my house, the same smell it had nearly a year ago when I first moved in.

I walked from room to room, turning on lamps, shutting blinds, my feisty little kitten chasing me every step of the way.

And like a fever waiting to break, my cranky spell subsided.

I thanked God for a job that kept me busy today- and seemed to miss me in my absence.

I thanked God for the kitten biting my feet.

I thanked God for a mom who listens to me whine about my lack of groceries.

And I thanked God for the smell of my house.

Who needs the Four Seasons when you have home?

A Day in the (Southern) Life

2011-09-18T18:47:00.000-05:00

Heeeeey, ya'llllll!

Sorry, had to start the post like that- a long, drawn-out southern drawl.

It's because...

I just got home from 5 days in the deep south, the home of the one and only Paula Deen... Atlanta, Georgia!

I spent most of my time with these little nuggets. My best friend Heather's brother got married in the Peach State last night, and so I got to go along with my "second family" to enjoy the festivities...

... and help wrangle a 2 and a half year old and a 10 month old!

Let me tell you... I love these kids like my own.

Meanwhile, back in Tulsa, my furry baby spent some quality time with her Uncle Stephen and her nanny- my mom.

I don't think she missed me too much.

There's something about stepping outside of your life for a few days and into someone else's world that gives you a brand new perspective on life.

As someone who works a lot- and takes a lot of pride in that fact- it's hard for me to take time off. And this was not only time away from my every day grind- run, coffee, work, dinner, bed- it was a chance to see what my best friend's every day grind is like.

Ok, fine, we squeezed in a trip to the winery, did a little shopping. Not typical "every day grind" for either of us!

But I got to see what it's like to drive with a crying child in the car seat, entertain a toddler who only wants his mommy, and have a sweet baby fall asleep in your arms. I got to hold hands with a precious little boy in the airport and feed mouthfuls of puffs to a teething little girl.

That's one of the things I love the most about Heather. We live very different lives- she is married with kids, I am single. She stays at home, I work. But we step into each other's lives daily. She listens to my stories about work, about relationships. I am there for her trials and tribulations as a mom and a wife.

I love her kids with the full knowledge she will one day love mine just as much.

Tomorrow, I go back to the grind. Up early, catch-up at work, dinner, fall into bed.

Even though this wasn't a typical "vacation" by definition- it gave me a chance to step away from my life for a few days. I may not arrive tomorrow completely rested, but I will be refreshed in a whole new way.

Walking in someone else's shoes. It not only helps us lift each other's burdens, celebrate each other with more sincerity- but it makes our shoes a little easier to walk in, too.

Here and Now

2011-09-13T21:36:00.000-05:00

I've had a lot of quiet, reflective time lately. Mornings on my back patio, evenings to myself, car rides for thinking.

And singing. Lots of singing.

Sometimes I find myself so caught up in the future- anticipating what will be, how I'll get there.

And sometimes I find myself transported to the past- reflecting on what was, what will never be.

But in my quiet time, God is sending me a message, loud and clear: soak in the present.

It's not for me to know my future.

And it's not for me to change my past.

Not that I would have done it any differently; God's hand has been so evident in my life, every step of the way.

I took the above picture earlier this evening in the car (sorry, Dad- just a brief moment of texting & driving.) I think it perfectly sums up now, this moment in life.

The here and now is very, very good.

Travel-Stress-Syndrome

2011-09-12T20:00:00.001-05:00

I'm heading out of town for a few days this week, and always before a big trip- a case of "Travel-Stress-Syndrome" sets in.

You all know what I'm talking about. I have a checklist of things I need to add to my master checklist. I am a week ahead at work just so I don't get behind. My house is clean for my house-sitters, Maizy has enough food to last her a month. Laundry is done, packing has begun. Things are slowly but surely checked off of the master list.

The thing is- I love travel. I love the act of traveling, I love seeing new places. I often think my dream job would be to travel and write for a living. OK, not very original, I know- I mean, who wouldn't love to have coffee in Paris on Monday and wine in Barcelona on Friday and get paid to write about it?

The funny part is that in the days before I leave- I never want to leave. I spend a little extra loving time on the scripts I so carefully prepare for the broadcasts that will go on- just fine- without me. I walk around my house, soaking in all of the nooks and crannies I love. I play with Maizy a little bit longer. I breathe the air a little more deeply, spend a little bit longer in the shower, cook myself dinner in my own kitchen. I think to myself, I could never leave this house and be happy. I already miss home- my work, my routine, my life- and I haven't even left yet.

When I used to travel a lot for work, this travel-stress-syndrome would come full circle the morning of my trip. I would wake up later than I wanted- not enough time for that long shower I craved. I would arrive at the airport and promptly cry in front of my coworkers. I could never explain why- I always told them I just felt rushed- but now I can spot it; that good ol' TSS rearing its ugly head.

The act of leaving home for somewhere else excites me and unsettles me all at once.

Because at the end of the day- no matter where my adventures take me...

... And oh, from the very bottom of my heart do I hope they take me far...

... No matter where I go...

... I always want to come home.

Scars

2011-09-11T09:35:00.000-05:00

We had a rough 12 hours around here Friday night leading into Saturday morning.

I'm trying to teach her not to bite. Biting is bad.

And things were progressing just fine...

Until, in a moment of play, she jumped up and bit my eye.

Oh yeah. It hurt.

Saturday morning while cleaning, I accidentally shut her foot in the bathroom door.

Oh yeah. It hurt.

She limped around all day, I iced my bruised eye. It was a red letter day in the O'Donnell household. But fortunately, nothing that will scar us for life.

This weekend in general has had me thinking a lot about scars- the ones we see, and the ones we don't.

On a large scale- there's the scar, the deep tissue scar of losing a loved one that fateful day ten years ago today, September 11th, 2001. The scar that no one can see- but is always there, underneath the surface. The one that no matter how many anniversaries pass, will always hurt.

There's the scar that, in the grand scheme of life, doesn't amount to much. Except when you see them, huddled over lunch on a patio on a glorious fall day. That scar resurfaces for a time, making you feel vulnerable and sad and insignificant- just a momentary hurt- before fading back into the shadows again.

And then there's a black eye; an obvious scar that will fade away completely. In a week's time, no one will ever know it existed.

We all have scars- obvious or underneath the surface- that define who we are at a moment in time. And if we're lucky, it defines where we're going, too. Scars remind us that life carries on long after the hurt. They give us hope moving into the future, and faith that God has a plan far greater than we can imagine.

Today, I pray those left scarred by the events of September 11th, 2001, will find peace on this tenth anniversary- and with every year, hope for what the future holds, too.

Have A Milkshake

2011-09-07T22:05:00.000-05:00

Today was one of those days I constantly had to give myself a pep talk.

Think bigger.

Write better.

Push one more mile.

Do you ever have those days?

I spent a majority of my day wrestling with the words for a script- words that will be read out loud during a broadcast Friday night, my words, words that would come under scrutiny- and rightfully so. But you can understand the pressure, to say it right, to convey the right message.

Write better.

I came home from work and ran a mile- a tough mile- and felt ready to call it a day. My legs burned, my body was over it, and my head- and heart- just weren't in it. After only one mile.

Run better.

But as I finished that first mile and passed my street- so easy to veer left, run home, be done with it- I kept going.

I didn't run the whole three miles- but some gear shifted in my head at that one mile point.

It's so easy to beat ourselves up about anything and everything!

Sometimes, my writing is uninspired.

Sometimes, that second mile- or third- isn't going to come easily.

Sometimes, when the temperature is just right and winter is around the corner and the world smells like camfire and pumpkin spice latte- my heart might just hurt a tiny bit for what was, a long time ago.

It's easy to convince ourselves we have a lot of improving to do- whether it's matters of the brain, the body or the heart.

But then you push for that second mile- which turns out easier than you thought. You sit down to write a blog post, and your writer's block dissapates.

And you buy yourself a strawberry milkshake from Sonic- because, simply, you rock.

No Labor Day!

2011-09-05T14:14:00.000-05:00

Happy Labor Day!

I just looked up the wiki definition of Labor Day- and it defines it as a holiday that "celebrates the economic and social contributions of workers."

So whether you're cooking out or watching a Dance Moms marathon on Lifetime...

I hope you're celebrating today!

I had a weekend full of celebrating....

Family time with the sister and brother...

An OU victory! (Sorry, hometown team....)

Cool mornings with coffee on the back patio....

The Pioneer Woman Mac & Cheese for lazy nights in...

... and being lazy, in general. :)

Happy Labor Day!

A Season of Fall, Of Football!

2011-09-02T17:33:00.000-05:00

Ah, late summer.

Drinks on the patio, freshly cut grass.

Bug bites. Lots of bug bites.

Seriously- the bugs are angry right now; they know the first frost is coming.

But early fall?

And actually- ALL of fall?

Is my favorite... of all.

Yes, this is reading like a haiku.

Things I love about fall include:

*Hot drinks at Starbucks

*Cool morning runs

*Camping trips

HA! Not that last one. Although somehow I've been talked into a camping trip mid-October. Oy.

*Early sunsets

*Late sunrises

*AND... college football!

This picture was taken at the OU/Tulsa game... four years ago.

The thing that disturbs me the most? Other than the fact that my brother is still in high school and my sister is rocking the sorority-girl-pearls?

The thing that disturbs me most is that when this picture was taken... four years ago...

I was already out of college. Done. Graduated.

Tomorrow, I'll return to my old college stomping grounds- a college graduate of five years. My sister will be there- sans the sorority girl pearls. My brother, four years ago a sweet high school junior, will now host us at his fraternity tailgate.

Time has passed, but tomorrow- we'll cheer, once again, at the OU/Tulsa game.

And just like that, I'll be a freshman in college again- thrilled at the first excitement of a home game with a fresh fall- and all it's potential- laid out in front of me.

The dog days of late summer are ending. We're ushering in a new season.

Three cheers for fall!

And four cheers for the SOONERS!

Long Post, Simple Message.

2011-08-31T19:49:00.000-05:00

I've been spending a lot of time thinking about my blog lately- and it's because I have such a huge passion for this little niche I've stumbled upon!

You'll notice I'm sprucing things up a bit- adding a few new features, trying out some things. I'm launching into the scary world of videos (gulp) in the coming months! Fun things, things I do in my every day work life that I'd love to start incorporating more & more into this little space of mine.

It's made me really contemplate "journalism"- what the word means. What it meant when I graduated from journalism school at OU; what it has meant through my career so far; what it means to me today.

Journalism was pretty black and white when I graduated college. You studied print or broadcast- and from those two departments, you might work for a newspaper (yes, whole classes devoted to newspaper writing!); you might work for a magazine; or you might work for a television station.

I had a hard time picking between print and broadcast because honestly, I just loved to write. I loved to tell a good story, craft the right words to tell it. And I wasn't sure which platform would suit me best.

I'm a thoughtful writer; I love long sentences, complicated words and in-depth features. I was perfectly suited to work for a magazine, even become a newspaper columnist.

So why did short, snappy writing... intense deadlines... and lights, camera, action beckon me into the world of TV? I can only say it was a God thing!

I'm so glad, today, that I was technically a "print" major who launched into the world of broadcast; I have applied skill sets unique to each field to so many areas of life.

As my career unfolds, I'm finding that media is not black and white. Being a producer is more than just bossing people around. And being a writer- writing content that's good, is key- whether it's a :30 promo or a 10-page feature.

Content is king- a common catchphrase in "J" school.

So today, I'm happy that my career as a journalist means I get to produce a live, daily broadcast in the manner of a newscast- all business. I get delve into my more emotional side, my thoughtful side, my lengthy, long, feature-y side, here on Lindsay's Lounge. And I get a quick fix of news, information and snippets of writing via social media.

I'm making journalism work for me. And hopefully, that works for you to.

And the best part? It all excites me. I'm not relegated to one type of media, one style of writing. I'm challenged every day- whether it's learning to edit videos or editing my verbose way of writing into 140 succinct characters on Twitter.

All of the elements I love in life- from writing to socializing to news and media- has found a way to converge into one awesome passion.

And it's a passion I know will carry on into the future- whether I'm writing for an Emmy-winning TV show or writing about my baby's first day of kindergarten.

Thanks, as always, for reading my words! You give them life.

Crank Up The Volume

2011-08-29T19:57:00.000-05:00

Today was a cranky Monday.

Oh, you know you have them, too!

One of those days where the second I got out of bed- everything was exhasperating. The dog barking at me on my run. Like, attack dog barking at me. Taking a shower. Ugh, do I really have to wash my hair again?! My to-do list at work. Check. Check. Check, again. My to-do list after work. Still waiting for that trash fairy to come.

But- the best part of my day is playing with my little Maizy girl. And soaking in the quiet of my house- because I needed it tonight more than ever.

Some days, you just need to be alone with your thoughts.

I think that's why I've really enjoyed the swimming portion of the triathlon training I've done the past month. No crowded trails to contend with, no ipod music to fill the void. Just silence, breathing in and out, being perfectly in tune with my body.

Oh, look! The compete opposite of zen, peace, silence & being in tune with my body- my nemesis, bike riding.

Biking right now exhausts me; it wears me out. Every night I find myself with a heating pad or ice pack on another body part buckling under the intensity of pedaling miles on end.

If swimming = peace and silence...

Biking = a rock concert. A noisy, obnoxious rock concert.

But I will keep biking, mark my words.

Because as great- as necessary - as a silent, peaceful day can be...

Life's no fun without a little noise.

Another Week In The Life

2011-08-28T21:22:00.000-05:00

Ah, weekends.

A time to relax, do chores, catch up on all of the life we put on hold during the week.

And a time to go have drinks with friends at the bar to celebrate a long month of work!

Even dad made an appearance! He was in Tulsa to do some projects around my house this weekend. It's always fun to combine my worlds- my coworkers and family. In fact, most of the time- this little group is family to me! Fun times had by all.

I'm sure when I look back on my 20's, I'll remember these kinds of weekends- where I get to hang out with my dad and drink with friends, then lay on the couch for hours on end with nothing more pressing than a bike ride or run calling my name.

I'm starting to think about that a lot- since I'm in my "late 20's." Things I want to do before I'm 30- but mostly, just reflecting on what my 20's have been- and are- all about.

It's so rewarding- and humbling- to look around at the little life I've built, that everyone in my life has shaped, that God has blessed me with. From graduating college to seeing the world with new eyes while traveling abroad, to starting- and continuing to shape- my career, to falling in love and heartbreak. Buying my first home, making tough decisions, being responsible for everything from paying bills to cleaning the litter box.

Yeah, my 20's have been good. Weekends like this one remind me just how good. And it's so incredible that God knows me better than I could ever know myself- and I've had just the right amount of ups and downs to make me appreciate every bit of it!

So here's to just another regular, average, nothing-but-average week in my 20's!

The Pie-oneer Woman Post

2011-08-27T20:27:00.000-05:00

Ok, it's here... the post ya'll have been waiting for.

Did I just say ya'll? I sure did, ya'll... it must be that country air rubbing off on me.

What country air, you ask?

THIS country air! The beautiful, sweeping Oklahoma plains of Pawhuska, Oklahoma. The historic lands of Osage County.

The home of the one and only Pioneer Woman!

I was THRILLED last week when I found out I won a coveted spot at the day-long pie workshop, hosted at The Lodge- you know, the one we see in her blog... the one you can see Saturday mornings on her Food Network show. The PIONEER WOMAN, people!

It only seemed right to bring my mom as my guest; she has fixed dozens of Pioneer Woman recipes- from salsa to egg-in-the-whole, olive cheese bread to iced coffee. Plus, she and PW have a bond- the whole four kids thing. And, well, she's fun company!

We mixed our dough and perfected our crusts....

We purused a bountiful table full of ingredients for our pie fillings....

And wa-la! A pie is born.

You PW faithful know about this loyal companion- the one and only Charlie. We were starstruck!

But he probably found the biggest fan in mom; he curled up next to her on the couch after what we're sure was a busy day as a ranch dog!

Our pies were baked, cooled and sent home with us in fancy pie dishes- courtesy of PW!

The three redheads! And my favorite part- Ree weilding a very large knife in her hands for our picture.

I can't even describe how much fun we had! We met fun new friends, baked everything from pies to pizzas to tarts to quiches to pot pies- and most of all, enjoyed spending a day with someone we all love and admire- The Pioneer Woman!

I was so glad to have this experience with my mom- one we'll surely remember for a LONG time!

To see Ree's post on this memorable occasion, check out Good Friends, Good Pie.

To my loved ones: yes, I can make pie!

To my family: yes, I'll revive the recipe for Thanksgiving!

To my coworkers: no, you don't get pie every week.

To my future husband: YOU get pie. Always.

Space

2011-08-23T21:30:00.000-05:00

This is one of those weeks where I am constantly wondering what day it is. Ever have those weeks? I spent half of today thinking it was Monday, the other half convinced it was Wednesday. Weird. I think the sprint triathlon threw off my rhythm a bit; it's like I crossed the finished line... fell into a deep sleep all day... and woke up four years later.

Huh. Where will we all be in four years? I love to play this game at work, when we're trapped in the studio for hours on end. My coworkers love this game and are always completely willing to play it with me.

Yes, that's sarcasm you're reading.

Today I've done a lot of thinking about work; not just for my company, but work in general. Teachers going back to school this week, moms who work 24/7, single gals like myself or married couples making ends meet.

I read an article today talking about lack of fear in the work place- and it really resonated with me. I love the concept that being open with one another, sharing our dreams and fears, really makes us more accountable to each other and to our roles in the office.

The article notes that we should be able to share our biggest concerns with each other, celebrate our biggest accomplishments. Find that healthy balance of letting each other into our personal spaces and drawing lines where we need space.

Space; a concept completely lost on my coworkers.

I kid! But, seriously... try locking yourself in an enclosed space with your coworkers for 10 hours.

I think we can apply that concept to a lot of areas in life; that openness and willingness to communicate, to share. It adds a layer of respect and trust; a strong foundation to any relationship- whether it's partner, family member, friend or coworker.

In this spirit of sharing and openness, I will promptly arrive at the studio tomorrow morning at 6am sharp and ask everyone where they see themselves four years from now.

Space is overrated.

From Pies to Tris

2011-08-21T18:52:00.001-05:00

Wow... what a weekend.

I have SO much to tell you guys about- like, um HELLO The Pioneer Woman pie workshop!- but I want to wait a few days on that post. Because it will be a doozy.

Today's big news? The Sprint Triathlon!

My friend Stephen took home the coveted beer mug since he came in 3rd in his age group! Impressive, huh?

I didn't take home a beer mug... but I certainly came away with a huge sense of accomplishment! It was one of the hardest physical tests I've ever been through- and I feel totally OK patting myself on the back for even finishing it!

The swim proved to be easier than ever; by the time I jumped in the pool, I was feeling calm & ready to go. I swam at a steady pace the whole way through and felt really good as I waded my way out of the pool...

... and onto "the hilly bike course from hell." My official name for it. If I was questioning what my weakest area is- it's totally biking. And this course was non-stop hills. On a highway. That definitely slowed me down a bit- but the parts of Claremore, OK I saw during the bike portion were gorgeous! What a great little town. From there, I jetted off to the run portion....

....where my intense hour on the bike caught up with me. Not my best-ever run, but definitely a solid performance overall! One hour, 38 minutes of extreme physical activity.

WHEW! At this moment in time, I'm actually considering doing a second one- just to see if I can improve my time a bit.

But don't hold me to it- it may just be the exhaustion speaking. :)

I'll tell you one thing- there's something to be said about putting yourself through an extreme challenge like this. Training for this sprint tri has made me feel physically healthier overall than I have in years.

And on a mental level- and even a spiritual one, at that- it's pretty incredible to spend an hour and a half in your own head. With cell phones and laptops and people and work constantly needing attention- it's cathartic to turn it all off for a while and spend some time with your own thoughts; praying, motivating yourself, playing into your strengths, bargaining with your weaknesses.

If I keep writing this post, I will definitely talk myself into doing another one of these.

Thanks for all the well wishes, congratulations & cheer leading! I'm thankful & proud tonight- and all of you are a part of that!

And co-workers... yes, I'm wearing my medal to work. But I'm also bringing Pie-oneer Woman Pie! So you'll just have to deal with it. :)

Pie-athlon Weekend

2011-08-19T21:15:00.005-05:00

Happy Friday, friends! Hope everyone made it through the week in one piece. A few headaches here & there, but nothing major to report on my end.

Oh, wait a minute! Yes, a LOT of major things to report.

Let's start with an update on this little precious nugget:

Isn't she pretty?! She's always had such big, pretty eyes. Maizy's surgery went very well- and after three traumatic days away from home (not so traumatic; Maizy loves adventures) she is back home, well rested and down a few claws.

In some exciting news... guess who I get to hang out with tomorrow?

... YES! The Pioneer Woman! I was picked to go hang out at the ranch for the day and take a pie workshop at the Pioneer Woman's lodge! My mom is going with me- and we are SO EXCITED. I will take lots of pictures and report back on the whole thing next week!

And finally... it's here. The thing I've talked about non-stop at work, to my friends and family, on Facebook, Twitter & my blog; the sprint triathlon.

Sunday I will swim 400 meters relay-style; I will bike 12 miles; and I will run 2 miles. Back to back. Crazy? Yes. But in all honesty, I've been feeling better than ever lately. I feel so healthy, like I can tackle anything! I even have myself convinced I'm relatively "sporty." What's next?! Camping?!

Nah. Give me an ocean to swim, giant hills to bike, miles to run. I'll take that over spiders any day.

So, there you have it! My weekend in a nutshell- I'm fondly referring to as the "pie-athlon" weekend. Pie on Saturday, Tri on Sunday.

I'll have an update on all of it next week- but if you don't hear from me for a few days, don't send out a search party.

I'm either in a pie coma... or passed out from exhaustion. :)