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Squad Goals

Today one of my favorite people is getting married. IMG_7539(^From our rendezvous in Vegas this summer for her bachelorette.)

It’s got me to thinking a lot about friendship and, of course, love. I’m such a sucker.

But friendship! The bride, Jess, and I became friends just two years ago when I first moved back to California from D.C. She had gone to high school with my best friend from college, who virtually introduced us before I had even boarded that one-way flight to SoCal. Jess welcomed me into San Diego and her life without batting an eyelash, taking me in sight unseen into her friendship circle.

There’s something to be said for someone who can open their life and heart to new people, even when we’re adults and already have a complete social circle.

From our very first meeting, I knew Jess and I would be good friends (probably because we both really like snacks + wine….), and in such a short timespan, she’s transformed from a stranger in my new city to one of my very best friends. I think that’s remarkable. Corny, I know, but being an adult is hard. I hear this time and again from friends, especially who’ve moved to new cities or started over; without a safety net like school or childhood bonds, it can be lonely and difficult to find true friendship as a grown-up.

And by the way, isn’t that one of the greatest parts of having amazing women in your life? Excuse me – I  mean squad, because that’s the word of the year, right? But seriously. I think that’s just what happens – they have the opportunity to bring the extraordinary people in their lives and fold them into yours.

It’s cheesy, but it’s true.

We need the good vibes, and the people who perpetuate that positivity in our lives. Who see who we are and don’t push us to be something else. Who think we’re incredible as ourselves, and want to support us in becoming even better versions.

We need to surround ourselves with people who are true and kind, and hone in on that authenticity.

Too often we feel like we have to allow negative people to take up space in our lives or in our hearts just because they’ve been there for a long time, or because others think they’re terrific. If someone’s not bringing out your brightest, then you don’t need them.

Goodness attracts goodness. Love attracts love.

It’s science.

Not science? My amazing wedding dancing skills. 😉

Happy weekend, folks. Have some wine, k? xo

Swifties in San Diego

Hello!

Saturday night, I had the pleasure of seeing Taylor Swift perform live in San Diego.IMG_8247

Holy amazing!

If you have met me in real life for at least five seconds, then you probably have learned I’m a total fangirl for Ms. Swift…. and maybe sing her songs at a high pitch when there’s been too much wine. I’ve loved her music forever, mainly because of her beautifully written lyrics (which often feel like they’re about my life…).

The tickets were a generous birthday gift from someone who knows me well, and I went with a good friend who also loves Taylor and recently had a birthday. We figured it was the perfect way to celebrate! It needs to be said I also purchased my very first crop top especially for the event…. because Taylor’s all about it. 29 is the perfect age to start flaunting your abs (ha – joke) in other people’s faces, right?

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Thought so.

Anyways, live music is one of my most beloved summertime activities, and this felt like the perfect way to end summer with a bang. This post is actually a contribution to Eventbrite’s Hometown Hunt project, and so of course seeing Tay-Tay shake it off in one of my favorite local venues deserves a mention! Eventbrite has a suite of fantastic event management tools, and of course is the go-to for learning and sharing local events.

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This concert was held at Petco Park, smack in the middle of downtown San Diego. If you’re familiar with SD, then you probably know Petco is where the Padres play, and it’s the most gorgeous baseball stadium ever (at least the best one of I’ve ever been to!). It’s literally a stone’s throw from the San Diego harbor, and where  a lot of SD races (including the half I ran in March!) begin and/or end. It is without a doubt one of my very favorite parts of SD.

The stadium itself is jam-packed with incredible vendors serving up more than just the typical hot dog and beer, most of which represent the local food and beer scene. We’re talking craft beer from breweries like Stone and Ballast Point, pizza from Ocean Beach gem Pizza Port, burgers from Hodad’s, and so much more.

And now I’m hungry.

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I’d actually never been to any other events at Petco that weren’t related to game day before — just the occasional beer and wine fests before summertime games. It seems they’re trying to expand their event offerings outside of baseball season though, and seeing Taylor take the field to perform was pretty incredible.

There’s something about live music under the stars in summertime that just takes your breath away, and every Swiftie in attendance was given these fun LED wristbands that lit up in concert with the beats of each song.IMG_8241

How rad is that?! 45,000 glowing lights, my friends.

It was an experience I won’t forget anytime soon.

I sure do love living in Newport Beach now, but I sooooo wish I could have packed up a few items from San Diego with me, including Petco Park and some of my fav girlfriends. Least it’s not a far drive, right? 🙂

xo

 

 

29

Wednesday, I turned 29.IMG_7893As a little girl, I would constantly dream up what being an adult would look like. Usually I resembled a Babysitters Club member, but nevertheless… I thought about my career, who my friends would be, how my parents would live forever and ever, and how I wanted to always be loved and surrounded by people I cared about.

I never really put a number on it though.16 might as well have been age 30. I didn’t know any better – grown up just seemed GROWN UP. A steady state you just sort of took on one day at a magic moment, where your ponytails always looked perfect and you could hang out past 10pm on a week night.

And then suddenly, I found myself a week out from turning the last age in my twenties. A decade that has been punctuated by education and best friends and heartbreak, bookended by moves cross-country. And suddenly, I realized I was terrified.

Never in a million years did I think I, of all people, would be nervous about turning 29. I mean, what’s age, right? Nothing but a number. But the thoughts started piling up – of the things I had done, that I hadn’t finished, that I hadn’t started. And more so, what was missing, or that I had assumed I’d already have had by the time I was such a grown-up, nearly 30 years old.

I think, without ever voicing it consciously, I had assumed I would be sure by now…. of everything. I’d have the concrete career path, and that marriage thing that I had honestly never given much thought about, well it would have just already happened. To be standing on the edge of a decade of life and growth and realize I was still growing and learning and figuring s*** out…. surreal.

All my favorite song lyrics personified, and amplified by 1,000.

Let’s be real – I didn’t expect to be 29 and single, Beyonce style, or still feeling the need to dip my toes into multiple career pools to see where my passion fit best. Or, ya know, having yet to publish the next New York Times bestseller.

So many enormous visions of my life and expectations that I didn’t even realize I possessed,  tucked so far down into my heart that it took a flippin’ birthday to pull them out. Who knew, huh?

It’s a little absurd, in my opinion, to boil your whole life down into one age, as if 30 is a finish line and you’ve got to wrap up everything un-done into a tight little bow by the time it hits 11:59pm on the last day you’re 29. I’m not a fan of “30 before 30” lists for that exact reason. There’s no time limit! So what was I getting all flustered for?

I love birthdays – yours and mine – in an obnoxious way, because I love celebrating life. Can you think of anything better? And birthdays are synonymous with growth. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, I have GROWN in these last 28 years. No doubt about it, and for that I’m so grateful. It wasn’t until literally the night before my birthday this week when I received a text from my mom, letting me know that at that exact time 29 years ago, she’d been reading a baby book panicked herself because her water had broken and she wasn’t sure if that meant she and my dad really had to go to the hospital yet, that the fear finally broke. Something quietly switched inside me, and I woke up the next morning ready to own age 29, and whatever it might throw my way. And gosh, am I curious what’s next!

I’ve been a lucky gal, but I’ve also worked my booty off… and I’m ready for more goodness to float in. I am so incredibly thankful for all the people in my life, and all the experiences I’ve been blessed to have – this last year and really my entire life so far. I know – corny as all get out, but I’m throwing down the birthday card here, okay? My 20s have been ridiculous in terms of amazing highs and a few heart-aching  lows, and probably yours have as well. But the good has far outweighed bad….The good always wins.

And so, fresh into this next trip around the sun, I’ll leave you with the main thing I’ve learned in these last 28 years: BELIEVE. In yourself, in others, in love, in life. Believe it, and it will happen.

Cheers for what my 29th year has in store, and happy Friday! xo

Growing Up

Hiiiiii.

This is going to be a babble post, okay? I’m having one of those days where there’s too many thoughts, and I need to get them out. SO… you’re welcome in advance.
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In two days, I will be 29. Last year of my twenties… how’d that happen? 

This song is my current obsession (hence the title of this post).

Last week was a WEEK, if you know what I mean. Technology failed me (thanks, iPhone, for completely spazzing out), work was challenging + busier than even usual, and I was just exhausted. Waking up at 5:30am on the daily and then not getting home from work til 7pm-ish is going to take some getting used to….

Over the weekend, I went down to San Diego to celebrate another friend who’s getting married in September. Two of my favorite people are getting married in San Diego, in September, a week apart from one another! Being there Saturday reminded how much I love SD. We had brunch on the rooftop of the Andaz Hotel downtown, which was just lovely.

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I spy Petco Park.

A friend mailed me one of the most thoughtful (and random) birthday gifts I’ve possibly ever received – homemade pasta and sauce. I’m not kidding. Opening the box was bananas in the best way.

I finally tried Grit Cycle in Costa Mesa yesterday morning, and it was fantastic. Like a slightly toned down version of Soul Cycle. I was drinking the kool-aide within a few minutes of bopping around in the dark… too bad it’s $$$$.
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In 45 minutes, I learned how uncoordinated I am when it comes to dancing on a bike (shocker), and remembered how fun spin is.

I found out that I have to work at an event the night before I’m supposed to run the Healdsburg Half in October… and the event is here, and the race is up in northern California. TBD how that is going to play out…. i may be in the market for a new fall half marathon, and forced to kiss that already paid Healdsburg registration fee goodbye.

And on a sorta related note, it appears growing up really just means letting the universe do its own thing, because if you let is, you may actually float somewhere better than you could have possibly imagined.. you just sorta have to hang on for the ride sometimes.

Aaaaaand that’s it! Do I get my birthday cookie now?

Happy Monday, lovelies! xo

And Saying YES

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SO. We were last talking about saying no, and removing the things and people sinking your soul, right? Cue T.Swift’s “Bad Blood.” (Kidding.. but not  really.. I’m obsessed with the remix.)

Anyways, since you can’t really stomp through life being negative about ALL THE THINGS, I’ve also adopted a “say yes” policy, which basically extends to everything that feels… right. Descriptive, I know. But by “right,” I mean using my gut, and I don’t mean safe. I don’t mean not scary, or not different than the norm. Nothing good ever came from comfort zones, right? Isn’t that what all the smart people in the universe say? 😉

And now I’m saying yes entirely more frequently to invitations from the universe than I was just a few months ago…. I suppose singledom has allowed that in many instances, but I also think a positive mindset and the type of company I’m keeping helps too. I’m lucky enough to have some lovely people in my life, including here in OC, who have stuck by my side after I ended a relationship, and have pushed me to try now things and explore new opportunities.

The yes’s have come in waves, and built upon one another. It’s funny how welcoming one new positive thing/person into your life can cause a positive domino effect. The yes’s have been centered on putting myself in new experiences, with new people. Example: I finally agreed to give Crossfit another shot, and lo and behold – I love it. The workout, the new friendships, the chance to challenge myself in a new way. Never did I ever think I’d be saying I was regularly doing Crossfit and actually enjoying it, but here I am… because we change, we grow, and we learn new things about ourselves, and figure out what will help us become better versions of ourselves.

 

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If you want something you’ve never had before, than you’ve got to do something you’ve never done.

And as a result, I feel more myself than I’ve felt in literally a year, and freer. Not that I had such a miserable existence 365 days ago – don’t get me wrong, I did not at all. But the no-ing and the yes-ing with precision and care in the last couple months have reminded me that for a while, I was squeezing myself into a mold I didn’t belong in, trying to be someone else’s version of perfect because I didn’t want to interrupt our day to day, or ruin a perception someone else had of what I should be. That’s not a reality you can sustain, friends, and it will only diminish you in the long run.

Adopting a mentality of yes really just means opening yourself up, allowing a chance at something new or different. Doors are now open that I’d long before closed off inside myself. It’s a precious balance alongside saying no to whatever drains you or depletes your spirit; the yes’s are refreshing and bring in a renewed wholeness. And now I sound like I’m drinking some hippie Kool-Aide, but hear me out.

It’s just that recently I’ve been ever reminded (again) that’s fate’s a real thing, and things DO happen for a reason (promise). Example numero dos today: After over a year of hunting, I just started a brand spankin’ new job (!!!) last Monday, and, in a nutshell, that career opportunity was discovered because: I moved up to Orange County to be with my ex -> which led me to the getting involved with the local chapter of Girls on the Run up here and being accepted onto their Board of Directors -> which caused me to make a wonderful new friend from that board who knew of THIS particular company and that they were hiring. Boom.

Funny, right?

Granted that is a long and dramatic example, but I believe in signs and I believe to succeed in life, we have to have faith that things will eventually work out however they should. You just have to be available to the potential.

Happy Monday, loveys. xo

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