It's that time of year... 🍅
#tomatoartfest #tomatofest #eastnashville #37206 #myhoodisbetterthanyours
No one sings heartache quite like @johnmayer... "When you’re dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part…”
And then Brené Brown shows up in my inbox with just the words I need (as evidenced my gut-level resistance and my out loud “ugh”): “Yes, softening into joy is uncomfortable. Yes, it’s scary. Yes, it’s vulnerable. But every time we allow ourselves to lean into joy and give in to those moments, we build resilience and we cultivate hope.”
Never gets old...
Normally I'm outdoorsy only in that I like drinking on patios. (Can I get an amen?!) But I loved my canoeing and fishing adventure on the Buffalo River earlier this week... Except for the bats. I did not love the bats.
Said a tearful goodbye tonight to a place that made my 'hood feel like home...
• L I F E •
Rollin' into the weekend like...
Loving this beautiful (& delicious) new addition to the east side! ✨
G O • U S A !
D A Y D R E A M I N G
I said a weepy farewell to my Silver Bullet this morning... I know endings lead to beginnings, but that doesn't make the endings suck any less. So I'm letting myself feel all the feels today, even when I can't make sense of them.
It was looking like my annual Red Rocks tradition wasn't going to work out this year... So thankful for the unexpected way this perfect trip came together!
I've gotta be honest. I don't like the way you sound, or how you feel as you roll across my tongue. My face gets all scrunched up and cringey just thinking about you. You're not my favorite, but nevertheless... you're mine. For the next 365 days anyway.
My word for this year is 'unapologetic,' and it hit me the other day that YOU are something I need to commit to being unapologetic about. I gulped and groaned and fought against the notion, but deep down I know it's time to embrace you, even though you make me wildly uncomfortable. I've been embarrassed by you for a long time, but the truth is... I shouldn't be. Because I've earned every last bit of you.
These wrinkles have been hard-won through a lifetime of both worry and laughter. These grey hairs, that seem to multiply week by week, are borne from heartache and great love and deep passion. These age spots, and this poochy middle, and these creaky bones have traveled the world and back with my under-eye luggage. This skin I find myself in is far from perfect, and the number on the scale frustrates me beyond measure, and this fuzzy brain of mine fails me fairly often. But all of this — all thirty-nine years' worth — has been come by honestly.
So I'm leaning in and embracing you tightly.
I want to live my life unapologetically. And that means I need to stop apologizing even for you.
Alright, thirty-nine... Let's dance.
The only time I don't mind going to the Principal's Office.