A New Beginning… Again

What a truly wild year it has been. Most people, in my experience, take the opportunity to reflect on the past year as the days inches closer to New Years Eve. But me? Well, I’ve spent the better part of this past month really tuning into myself, and reflecting on all that 2019 has brought me.

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Introducing Well and Cheaply.

Introducing Well and Cheaply.

Inspiration comes in waves, and for me, a wave has not come crashing down in quite some time. To be fair, we’ve been pretty busy over the past six months — traveling, spending time with friends & family, and ya know, getting engaged and planning a wedding — so my hobbies, my me time, this blog have all fallen to the wayside. And to be honest? That’s totally okay.

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Delightfully Happy Lives.

Delightfully Happy Lives.

Last Friday morning, Skyler’s alarm went off early. I dug deeper under the sheets and curled up tightly into the blankets. I had another hour before I even needed to think about getting out of bed. It’s Friday, finally, a day that I’ve been looking forward to since my alarm went off on Monday morning. I was not in the groove last week. I hadn’t been feeling very well, and despite it being an unseasonably warm week, I had been so chilly. And, just like every other winter, I felt so unenergized and frustrated that I rarely see the light of day. It’s usually dark when I wake up, and the sun is normally setting by the time I leave my mostly window-less office. I get into this funk every winter, it never fails.

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Election Day.

Election Day.

I’m not a politically outspoken woman. In fact, talking about politics genuinely makes me uncomfortable. It’s not because I’m uninformed or because I lack an opinion or because my belief system is weak. But the truth is much more simple: I believe that every person has the right to their own opinions, even they don’t align with mine. Some people say that’s absurd. But it’s who I am, and it’s not likely to change.

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Good Friends & Great Adventure.

Good Friends & Great Adventure.

To me, Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. I love the color, the smell, the look, the feel of it. I especially love the sound.

One of my favorite holiday carols has always been “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” and for one particular reason:

Through the years, we all will be together if the fates allow

Until then, we’ll have to muddle through somehow

It may not be Christmas yet, but those words have never rang more true. As some of my dearest friends begin their adventures in Mississippi, New York, and all across the country, I am thankful to have enjoyed one last hoorah with them in Connecticut over the 4th of July. I will always cherish these friendships and the memories we’ve made.

Good luck out there, kids. These are the best days of your life. Go ham sammich.


Sunday Morning.

Sunday Morning.

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sunday mornings are so serene. They are calm; they are quiet; they are productive. On Sunday mornings, I feel like I can take over the world, that I can do anything I set my mind to. They are introspective. It’s the time that I spend thinking about what I want to do, where I want to be, and all of the steps that I need to take to get there.

Sunday mornings are encouraging. Today, in particular, the sun is dancing through the window, casting hopeful designs on the floor. Spring is almost here, and the chill of winter is slowly fading.

The past few Sunday mornings have been teaching me the importance of “me” time. Taking time to read, to write, to watch trashy TV, to cook — it’s important that I have time to do the things I enjoy. Then, and only then, will I be able to contribute the best version of myself to “we” time, with those I love.


“Aha” Moments


As an average 20-something living in a city in the 21st century, there is little that is out of my reach. I’ve got endless opportunities, and that is both exhilarating and terrifying. I can do anything… but what is it, exactly, that I want?

Although I’m young, I have an idea of what I want from life. I didn’t always, but as I grow, my goals and aspirations come into focus more clearly. I want to experience the world, I want a family, and I want career I’d be proud to hang my hat on.

In Hollywood (think: Eat, Pray, Love), “aha” moments are beautiful and dramatic. They come after a long period of time spent trying to find oneself. My “aha” moments, on the other hand, are mostly just dramatic, following a period of intense frustration and mental breakdowns. They happen in my car, in my bedroom, and across the table at dinner.

I’m thankful for these messy moments, and here is why: I’ve never had to find myself inside the parameters of the perfect situation. I don’t need to be doing yoga in the East or eating a perfectly prepared meal in Italy to understand who I am and what I want. I’m in control.

My most recent “aha” moment happened on Valentine’s Day. I had just ended a breathy rant about my career frustrations, and how I could turn what I love into what I live. (You know that saying? “Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.” That. I want that.) The gist of the response that received: Do it. Boom. There it was. In that moment, surrounded by dozens of couples wearing red and trying to speak French to the waiters, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I can create the future that I want; I don’t have to find it. That was an empowering “aha” moment.

So, before you book your flight to Bali to find yourself, take a minute to think about what kind of self you can create.