"To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved." — George MacDonald

Tuesday, December 9, 2014


It is so easy to look at people and perceive their life in whatever way you like.
Strangers become acquaintances, acquaintances seem like friends and friends can become strangers.
The connection and interactions created through social media and quick encounters makes you believe you know a lot about a person.
We put pieces of our lives out there in the world hoping that people will interrupt these bits of us to align with our values.
We get to peer through just a window into someones world and in some strange way we feel a connection, an understanding for them.
Then from that small peer into their world we often place them into a category, presuming it truth,  "adventure seeker", "witty", "self-taught baker", "trendy", "happy"the list goes on.

You and I have the power to portray our lives any way we like through social media and quick encounters.
What really goes on deep inside ones heart is still unknown, unless shared.
What I struggle with is unknown, unless I have cried to you.
What makes me laugh is unknown, unless you have experienced it with me.
What my hopes are for the future are unknown, unless you have daydreamed with me.
I don't really like the power in making my life appear a certain way.
I want the real connection, the vulnerability, the innate nature to trust everyone.
But some depths of the heart aren't made for all encounters.
You would rather social media and quick encounters be your shield, your protection.
Because the trust to let someone into your heart sometimes feels like too big of a risk for a stranger.
We don't want to be judged, we don't want to be misunderstood, we don't want to be labeled.

Do we try to fulfill what these strangers, acquaintances and friends percieve us as?
I know I have.
Everyone wants to be understood, they want to jump out from behind that wall of perception, showing their truer self.
Others will try to define you, but don't let them.
Mix it up.
Instead write your own definition even if you are the only one who understands it.





"Real learning comes about when the competitive spirit has ceased." — Jiddu Krishnamurti

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

In my younger years I was competitive. I didn't like loosing or looking like the weaker participant. 
Within the past years my competitive drive has significantly lessened. 
There is part of me that is surprisingly happy about this, and then the other part is wondering "what is wrong with you?!"  
Now I don't want to mislead myself or anyone else, there is still that competitive pilot light inside.... it just doesn't become a full burning flame as often. 
I think the main point I have come to is... "what's the point of being competitive?" 
Nothing really good comes from being super competitive except winning, which is nice but if you lose it almost hurts twice as bad when being competitive. 
I have come to find that there are more negative outcomes than positive when I am overly competitive, hurting feelings, looking like a d-bag, regretting something I said, ruining a perfectly good afternoon,  feeling bad about myself, and making something that should be fun not fun. 
I think I am more interested these days in just having fun, where the score is not even kept. 






"Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old." — Franz Kafka

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Today I am a year older.
Do I feel older? No.
Do I look older, maybe more wise? Probably not.
Have I reached the peak of my 20's? I sure hope not.
This morning didn't feel any different from any other morning, so I did what I do most mornings.

The morning was quiet with the company of tea, just as I wanted.
I started to browse through some of my favorite blogs trying to catch up on the readings and I came across this wonderful quote from one of my favorite bloggers, Cup of Joe.

"It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself."


After reading this quote I decided to challenge myself this next year to look at myself through the eyes of others.
It's tricky and almost feels vain, but I feel by doing this I will be setting myself up better for the rest of life.
It is like starting anti-wrinkling cream before the wrinkles come, one step ahead.
I am excited to see what life brings and what I can bring to life; more understanding, care, forgiveness, self-acceptance and laughter.




“There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.” ― Charles Dickens

Monday, November 3, 2014

Sometimes I like to play the game "If you could spend one day with a famous male/female celebrity who would it be?" 
My celebrity choices are Amy Poehler and Jimmy Fallon.
I think it is obvious why I would select them. They are hilarious, witty, kind and I feel like with their mix of humor and vulnerability they would have a unique insight to life. 
I think a day spent with them would be well spent. 






Monday, October 27, 2014


You dance inside my chest where no one sees you. But sometimes I do, and that sight becomes art. -Rumi

Friday, October 10, 2014

Spirituality is looking to answer those tough questions, to find meaning.
This longing for connection, meaning and understanding is common for all of humanity.
As Dr. Sorajjakool states, "We need meaning as much as we need food or water." 
There is always something that needs to be understood.
These tough questions aren't always answered, and that is when adjustments are made and we work around the unanswered questions and find meaning.
We find meaning in our routines.
In the way we step outside routines.
We find meaning in the way we interact with friends and family.
In the way we reach out to strangers.
We find meaning in learning to say I am sorry.
In the way we forgive and forget.
We find meaning in the push of bike ride.
In the way of sitting still.
Spirituality is looking to answer tough questions, but even more than that its about finding meaning in the moments of life.
That is when it becomes something spiritual.

Friday, September 26, 2014







Tuesday, September 23, 2014




"It is always sad when someone leaves home, unless they are simply going around the corner and will return in a few minutes with ice-cream sandwiches." — Lemony Snicket

Thursday, August 28, 2014

There is this bittersweet taste that consumes my tastebuds as I take the trips between homes. 
The excitement of entering arms of loving parents and the bleakness of leaving a boyfriends. 
Exchanging the comfort of your single small home, to the familiarity of a childhood home. 
The beat of the ocean waves against the sand for the tranquil water running around the river bend. 
I have multiple homes.
All of which hold precious characteristics.
All of which are disheartening to leave.  
All of which are heartwarming to great. 
The bittersweet taste comes and goes with the settling of a home.
Soon it will return to engulf the tastebuds once more. 

thoughts...

Monday, August 25, 2014





"Aging is not 'lost youth' but a new stage of opportunity and strength." — Betty Friedan

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

This morning sitting in my corner at Olive peering out the window, I spotted an older man gently guiding an even older woman into the coffee shop. I couldn't help but assume it was a mother and son. This is the 3rd time I have met them here.
They are precious.
Her wrinkled hands held tight to her purse.
A slight hunched over back hid the pride of her face, the time she had taken putting on bold and bright makeup.
He seated her next to the window so she had a good view, making sure she was comfortable.
With the usual order in mind, he gathered their cups of coffee and a croissant sandwich.
Gently cutting it in half, he delicately placed half on her plate.
They ate slowly, enjoying looking out the window to watch people pass by and waving at small children.
Their conversations were small, but when they talked they were engaged, smiling and laughing.
My heart is calmed and warmed with scenes like these.
Maybe I am foolish, but I like to think the whole aging population is wise. 
They have learned what is most important in life, love.
When words are needed and when they aren't.
An ability to put others before themselves, humility.
And probably my favorite lesson, the trick of moving slow in a fast society.



"Whatever we plant in our subconscious mind and nourish with repetition and emotion will one day become reality." — Earl Nightingale

Friday, August 15, 2014



Ever since my fridge died this past Friday--which ultimately ending in me losing most of the groceries I had bought just the day before--I have been too lazy and cheap to buy any replacement groceries.  I now have a new fridge but my procrastination continues to be encouraged by the fact that my car once again broke down this week and has been"staying" with the mechanic for a couple of nights. 
Due to all of this, I have found myself in the school cafe every morning to grab my hard boiled eggs and fruit which roughly totals $3.24--which feels like a steal. 

Yesterday I found myself in the scurry across the campus as I hurried to grab my breakfast before being picked up by Sasha to head to L.A. 
The morning had consisted of a short morning run, in which I had almost been hit by a car, sending my nerves into a shaking frenzy. 
This resulted in me walking and sprinting all the way back home, trying to calm myself, pushing the time of when I had to meet Sasha closer. 
I quickly showered and tried to find one of my favorite outfits that felt good but there were limited choices because my laundry is weeks overdue. 
So here I found myself--feeling frazzled, clothes not fitting the way I wanted, sweating and rushing across campus to get breakfast. 
You could say this wasn't my most charming moment. 

As I rounded a corner I saw a man walking towards me. I hate to describe him this way... but he fit the term "meat head" perfectly. 
He had large muscles that made his neck disappear.  He wore a tank top because shirts wouldn't fit his arm muscles.  He had a short crew hair cut probably because he couldn't lift his arms to fix his hair.  His walk was the straddle walk of a cowboy. 
As we drew closer to each other he smiled and said "absolutely gorgeous legs" and just kept walking. 
I was shocked and surprised by his comment.
 For anyone who knows me well, you will know I don't particularly find my legs to be described as "gorgeous".  They have always been my "meat sticks".  Thick and sturdy but not necessarily attractive. 
I immediately went from feeling frazzled and distasteful to slowing down, smiling, and feeling gorgeous. 
I am not going to lie, it felt really good that something I didn't necessarily like about myself someone else found beauty. 
I looked down at my legs and smiled. 
They are strong and sturdy and that man found that to be gorgeous.
Probably for obvious reasons due to his meat head-iness. 
But still he was kind enough to say it and opened my eyes. 

I don't know where this mentality of choosing pieces of ourselves that we like and dislike started. 
We try to be positive and tell our minds things to encourage or convince ourselves that we believe there is good. 
"My legs allow me to do what I want in life. I don't care if they are bigger."
"Thick legs can look good too."
But our subconscious doesn't always believe us. 
Sometimes it takes someone else affirming you to make you really believe or to remind you of the good that exists all throughout you.
I like to believe that those affirmations slowly give you back a piece of your belief that you are good, changing your subconscious, ultimately changing you. 

Monday, August 11, 2014

I wish I was better at all this.
But I am trying.
I am learning to let go.
To forgive without expectations.
To accept whats good.
To shut my mouth when negative words start to gather.
To give when it seems inconvenient.
I am letting this be my focus and I can feel my heart changing.

“I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort, where we overlap.” ― Ani DiFranco

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

I have an itch, one that starts deep in my heart moving out to every limb.
This itch is to travel, to experience new communities.
Find out the secrets of what makes communities unique and ties them together.
Through all the OT schooling I have had the main theme I always find myself returning to is the importance of community.
I don't care what type of community, whether it's a city in india, bike club, church, or farmers market. I love communities.
I am enthralled by it, it gets me, I get it.
I love seeing communities that come together to help one another in times of crisis.
The communities that gather together to share crafts, goods, skills and conversations.

Sometimes its easy to overlook my own community and desire another.
But I find myself longing for something deeper than just a community. I want a community that stretches me, pushes me out of my comfort zone.
That what I lack someone else is able to make up for.
One that I am an active member of and can give just as equally as it gives to me.



Cyndi and Britt 
Going back to our old acro days


Just this past weekend I was able to celebrate a dear friend marry her best friend.
I was surrounded by my community from my high school days.
We laughed and I mean hard, the belly aching type.
It felt so good! I couldn't remember the last time I had laughed to the point of pain.
And boy did we talk, we talked about any and everything under the sun. Sharing dreams, thoughts, memories and world views.
All of us so different but all contributing to having such a memorable time.

It was refreshing to feel that sense of belonging and community, where we all support and challenge each other.
Brunch with the bridesmaids 
It reminded me I have a community.
That I have been surrounded by community through different phases of life.
A good reminder that I will once again feel and experience a community.

Kara and Ash lounging
Moms and friends 





So keep on wading through the deep waters. Keep your head held high. and when you think you're gonna drown just know that home is your solid ground. -Le Wrens

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

I like keeping some things to myself.
Then there is the consequence of it being difficult to move with this sandbag on your back.
You feel like your feet are being pushed further into the ground more than they should be able to withstand.
Every step taken is faced with a reoccurring obstacle.
Its a struggle to keep one blonde strands of your hair lifted towards the sun, your eyes fixed forward.
Soon you think your body will meet the ground, attempting to resist the shift down.
Then it hits you, you were made from the ground.
It is home.
Because your ground is made of friends and family.
Don't resist the connection you can make with it.
That connection that makes you vulnerable, making your heart soft but your legs strong.
Allowing you sturdy ground to move and shake it off.


"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other." — Mother Teresa

Friday, July 18, 2014

Lately my thoughts feel distant, along with hobbies and connecting with people.

So instead I post quotes and videos that shortens the distant between myself, making me feel a bit more grounded.

My dad sent me this video today and well, I like that he sent it to me.
Sometimes it feels good to have someone share something with you.
It lets you know you were in their thoughts as their eyes saw it.

If I would have seen this video first, I would have sent it to him too.


Focus.

Thursday, July 10, 2014


mothers and daughters.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Two things have made me think about the kind of mother I want to be. 
Not sure why because I am no-where near being a mother. 
But when and if I do, I hope to be a mother who encompasses strength, confidence, wits, and kindness.  
So that if I have a daughter, she will be able to navigate this sometimes harsh world with eyes that sees the world differently. 


 FIRST LIGHT: A Quote by J.K. Rowling.


I've got two daughters who will
have to make their way in this
skinny-obsessed world, and it
worries me, because I don't
want them to be empty-headed,
self-obsessed, emaciated clones;


I'd rather they were independent,
interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated,
original, funny – a thousand things,

before 'thin'. 

And frankly, I'd rather they didn't give
a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence
whether the woman standing next to
them has fleshier knees than they do. 


Let my girls be Hermiones,
rather than Pansy Parkinsons.

-J.K. Rowling 


SECOND LIGHT: A Commercial that put me in tears.


"When we're connected to others, we become better people." — Randy Pausch

Tuesday, June 24, 2014


Ash and I were talking the other day about technology.
The role it plays in our lives, a big role, almost too important of a role.

Remember the days of landlines?
It was simple.
You had the 4 numbers that were important enough to be seared into your mind. 
Meet ups were easy; time and place.
We wore watches to know the time, day and month.
Expectations were limited, no one got upset with you for not replying quick enough.
Dinner dates weren't hunched over phones but rather hunched over from laughter.

I am taking the challenge to put my phone aside when surrounded by people.
It will be challenging, and I am sure it will take a deliberate effort.
But I am banking on the reward of connecting with those I am surrounded by in that exact moment to be much more fulfilling.
Attempting to capture the days of landlines.

Friday, June 13, 2014




“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.” ― Lois Lowry

Monday, June 9, 2014


The other day I got an email from my mom and it was so heart warming.  This is what it said:

"Thought you might like to see where I spent 7 years of my life going to school. I can still see every room and staircase in my mind. Grandma Millies house was down the hill, and she would have lunch ready and waiting for us. Fried peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches and lots of love on the menu."




I love experiencing memories, whether my own or someone else's. 
I am very sentimental. 
Pictures evoke emotions. 
Re-telling old stories is heartening. 
I think that is why change can be difficult for me sometimes, I want to remember everything crisply. I don't want any memory to fade, or to escape me. 
Often in a moment I don't want to forget I think about how I can remember it. I try to stuff it all in my mind, like a sleeping bag packed into its duffle. 
I try to capture the scenery, the faces surrounding me, the small details that make up the moment, but most of all I try to capture the way I feel. 
That feeling that moves throughout my body reaching all 5 senses. 
The way I felt is what makes those moments so memorable. 

"A real friendship ought to introduce each person to unexpected weirdness in the other." — Jaron Lanier

Friday, May 30, 2014


Friendships are actually kind of a strange thing. 
Its two people mutually agreeing that they like each other. 
Which isn't always the easiest thing. But it can be. 

Sometimes friendships are halted: put on hold.
Sometimes it is easy to pick up where you left off. 
Other times you are left feeling uncomfortable questioning the "put on hold". 

There are friendships that come easy leaving you to wonder where this person was your whole life. 
There are those friendships you try extra hard to make work but you never feel completely comfortable.   

It all comes down to knowing...
Knowing what makes you happy.
Knowing you want to surround yourself with people who make you happy.  
Knowing that a real friendship should be mutually beneficial. 
Knowing that the other person is happy for you and you for them. 
Knowing their quirks and loving them. 
Knowing that if you make a mistake the other will understand. 
Knowing that if you mess up you better own up.
Knowing that trust is a key element. 

I want to believe that jealousy will never enter a friendship.
I want to believe the quirks will never annoy me.
I want to believe that I will own up if I mess up.
I want to believe that my friends will never hurt me.
I want to believe that if that trust is broken it can be mended.

Sadly this isn't always the case.
It can be hard to face and deal with that.
It has forced me to evaluate myself and my friendships; the areas I need to work on.

I'm still learning how to be a friend.
How to treasure them, love them, learn from them, take the hard advice given, to be happy for them and accept when they are happy for me.
It's a balance.
It takes practice.

The more I have been practicing, the more I have realized the gems I am surrounded by.
I feel pretty lucky.







But if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like Nothing changed at all? - Bastille

Monday, May 26, 2014




“Know that everything is in perfect order whether you understand it or not.” ― Valery Satterwhite

Friday, May 23, 2014

When I juice I usually take the pulp or leftovers and mix them into my garden.
I have heard this makes terrific soil.
I had this small pot that had no occupant at the time, so I poured by leftovers into that pot.
One day something started to blossom.
It was thicker than a blade of grass, growing a strong stem to support some weight.
I started telling everyone, and dreaming of what it could be.
I was so excited that something was growing from my leftovers.
I thought through the ingredients I had placed in my juice that carried a seed.
I was convinced it was an apple or lemon tree.
I nurtured and protected that stout stem with its wide leaves.
I thought about where I was going to place this tree.
One day it would need a lot of space, space my pot could not provide.
As it grew my excitement grew.
I had invested thoughts and time into this tiny plant.
All until one day it developed a small bud.
It was then I realized it was a Sunflower.
A seed must have dropped from my previous garden into the pot and had been waiting for nourishment.
I am not going to lie, I was disappointed.
But then the Sunflower started to blossom and it was absolutely beautiful.
Things don't always go the way we dream they will.
It can be a real let-down.
It's not easy letting go of a dream at a designated time.
A time that we did not willingly agree upon.
The dream still exists, it's just not able to become real at that specific moment in time.
I find that most of the time following a let-down there is a let-up.
It may not be what we expected, but it doesn't have to be negative outcome either.
In time I will grow a tree but for now this sunflower is surprisingly delightful.



“If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!” ― J.M. Barrie

Monday, May 19, 2014

While in the gym the other day, attempting to distract myself from the fact that my face had sweat running off it faster than my legs were moving and that my legs were burning, I saw this question in my "O magazine" ...

" What is something you hope to never outgrow?" 

I immediately fell in love with this question and the responses, all of which I could relate to in one way or another. 

"My mothers hugs, even though I am 40." 
"My husband calling me "kid""

I started to think of what I don't want to outgrow, the child in me I want to preserve and protect. 

I hope to never outgrow...

  • Laying my head on my moms lap as she plays with my hair. 
  • My obsession and excitement for dessert. 
  • Exploring new water territories. 
  • My family and friends calling me "kate" 
  • My sister and I making fun of each other. 
  • Wanting to just purely play anything.
  • Learning a new lesson from my dad, whether with words or on the court. 
  • The excitement of thinking about summer. 
  • The feeling of not wanting a day to be over. 

What do you hope to never outgrow?




Past Water Adventure this Weekend at Big Bear Lake





Oh, how I wish this was true.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014


We like walking. And we swing our arms. And our outfits always match. -Emily Wilkens

Wednesday, May 7, 2014


"What defines you?"
"What do you identify with?"
"What is your PASSION?"
My teacher stared out over the classroom waiting for students to peep up.
"Art" was whispered from the artsiest girl in our class.
"Motorcycles" came from a boy who wears any brand that supports motocross. He is essentially a "bro"some people would say.
The shout outs grew throughout the room.
I sat there hoping she wouldn't call on me. I was stumped, stuck in my chair, with a panicked stare.

I have always struggled with this idea of a passion.
Don't passions change over time?
My passion when I was 8 was to be a choreographer but over time it came to light that you need a dance background to achieve that.
I have felt this need to find a specific passion that defines me. A hobby that I could identify with.
Over the years I have attempted to piggy back on other peoples passions.
I enjoy Yoga but after a while I get bored.
I also enjoy baking but the hassle to gather supplies and cleanup usually deters me.
I love to garden but it's hard to do it when it is confined to a small porch and only 6 months out of the year, depending upon where you are.

The other morning I was walking and thinking about this idea of a passion.
Specifically my own passions.
Over the years, I have come to terms with not having a blaring passion that people directly connect to me. Not having a passion that is written all over me like a roadway sign. 

As I was thinking, a specific thing that had the potential to be mine popped in my head.
I was almost embarrassed to admit it. 
Is that even a passion I questioned myself? 
Am I even passionate about it?

Walking. I don't mean necessity walking such as walking to or from class, but purposeful walking.
There are criteria I can relate to something I would label a passion. 
Can you excel at it?
Do you identify with it?
Does it make you excited?
Can you help others?
I just couldn't decide if walking fell into those categories. 


I think of a cat. Its passion appears to be sleeping. I don't see cats excelling at a nap or people getting excited about a cat napping, but they embrace it. 
We as people have identified the cat with naps. 

I know it sounds a bit lame, maybe even a bit of a cop out. 
But as I started to think about it, walking is one of the things that calms me.
It makes me feel contentment, gratitude, confidence, pure bliss. 
It is one of the only things I can't turn down.


When I walk, windows and doors seem to open as if to let the sun in and the air to breeze through, allowing me to air out my thoughts.
It allows me to catch up with friends and family through radio waves.
It allows me to catch up on news and podcasts keeping me in touch with the world.
It allows me to sip my tea.

I am not sold yet on whether walking can be passion. 
To be honest, I am not sold on the idea of a passion and maybe that is partly because I think I haven't found mine yet. 
I sympathize with the people who feel average at everything and enjoy a multitude of things, thinking everything could possibly be a passion.  
I find that we are the ones born searching.
Trying to keep our souls from growing weary from our search.

But I like the idea of it, walking.
I like the image of sleepwalking until the sun hits my bed-tangled hair and I awaken.
I like the image of time being used to help make those who are important in my life, feel important. 
I like the image of taking my time to notice whats around me because I don't know what each day brings. 
I like the image of my feet stepping on the last glimpses of sunlight as it hits the hot cement.  

Passions change over time and I will probably add some new ones but if walking is mine, I hope it's a constant one in my life.

"I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all." — Laura Ingalls Wilder

Friday, April 25, 2014

The other day we had this class that was focusing on end of life.
I think it is impossible to feel good during or after a class like that.
Our professor told us her own story of her husband dying.
You are probably thinking her husband was old.
That is what I usually think when I hear that someone has passed away.
But you are wrong.
Her husband was young, with young children, one being 2 years old, the other only months old.
My professor was pregnant when she found out her husband had stage 4 cancer.
I just kept thinking as she was talking, "how do you prepare for that? How do you prepare your kids for that?"
I wouldn't be ready to let go.
She shared experiences, and special memories of their last months together.
How she tried to keep him her husband, and not someone she was just caring for.
She told us how she created a secrete admirer through notes for him while he was staying in the hospital,
The game went on for a couple of days until she revealed herself as the admirer with a special evening planned of movies and dancing to their wedding song.
She said "I got my husband back for that evening and it was worth it."

During the lecture she stopped and had us write a list of the top 10 things we would do if we had 6 months left to live. Her are a few of the things I put in order of importance.

1. Create a community garden
2. Sail the Mediterranean
3. Spend time with friends and family
4. Take a french cooking class
5. Complete a triathlon

Then she told us to write a list if we had 6 weeks left to live.

1. Spend time with God
2. Spend time with family laughing
3. Spend time with friends laughing
4. Wake up to meet the sun by walking
5. Leave gifts and memories for my family and friends

My list changed.
My professor challenged to me compare my lists and evaluate what is important, and you know what?
I like the second list better.
I don't want to live like that quote, "live like it is your last day."
That seems like a frightening way to live. I don't want to think that I will be dead the next day.
But I do want to live surrounding myself with people I love and doing those simple everyday things that I appreciate.
Yeah the things on the first list I would like to do at some point in my life, but when it comes down to what I want and will remember, it is the everyday things I love.

I love walking in the morning.
I love watering my plants.
I love leaving notes for friends.
I love bike rides with friends.
I love drinking my coffee in a coffee shop surrounded by people.
I love checking the mail to see if I have gotten anything.
I love a really satisfying meal.
I love seeing my sister and Bella's excitement to see her favorite aunt.
I love playing frisbee with Kent in the parking lot at night.
I love catching up with friends over breakfast.
I love a clean pair of sheets on my bed.
I love sitting on porches as the sun goes down talking with friends.

These are the things I don't have to try hard to do. It just comes naturally.
I think that is what makes them so enjoyable, the ease of it.
Simple things that don't take a lot of planning, but leave my heart feeling peace and contentment.
These are the things I want to pop up in my day.

"The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience" — Eleanor Roosevelt

Tuesday, April 22, 2014


I have finally reached the graduate year of my Occupational Therapy program and although that means no more tests (besides boards)… it does however mean a pile of research articles to read. It can get monotonous reading articles on the same topic. The words start to crowd, start to stack high where I can no longer tell the difference between an “a” or a “z”.  This usually leads me to use the “skill “of skim reading where I look for sentences and words that catch my attention. Probably not the most effective method for learning.

I arrived at Stell Coffee Shop this morning to find that the Internet was down. I was already settled in my corner and since I couldn’t get distracted surfing the Internet I decided to actually read the last article I had due today. I am glad that I did.

Sometimes I need re-assurance that I am doing the right thing and that I didn’t pick a career that is going to leave me feeling dissatisfied or without a purpose.
While reading the article something hit me, what I read made me really excited to be doing the work I am preparing for in this final year of schooling.

The quote I read is what I needed to remind me of what I am preparing to do. I am not just preparing to help patients with their physical disability but also considering all of them, not part of them, all of them. Taking all aspects of their life or the life they once lived and getting them back to their center, to where their heart beats strong, to who they really are.

“Just as our heart beats in a rhythm, so do we respond to the greater rhythms of day and night, sleeping and waking, and hunger and satiation, all centered on the fundamental activities of human life: work and play and rest and sleep. – Adolph Meyer, explaining Occupational Therapy's role. 

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