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1 YEAR OF LIVING IN CALIFORNIA = done. 🥳 The be

1 YEAR OF LIVING IN CALIFORNIA = done. 🥳 The best weather, the worst taxes, and the biggest changes of our lives. Half of it was spent living it up and exploring our new digs, taking advantage of the incredible wine and food scene, hiking, going out to the coast, and traveling around this area. The second half was spent buying a house, putting our dog through knee surgery, getting knocked up, and quarantining during a global pandemic. I mean... talk about an extreme year. 😬 From wildfire evacuations to golf tournaments and wine tastings to home renovations, it’s been a year to remember. Never anticipated ending up in California but so thankful for the challenges and changes and joys this move has brought to our lives! 🌊🍋🥰

Listen, there’s a lot of things that you can’t

Listen, there’s a lot of things that you can’t do when you’re pregnant in a pandemic. But today I could eat an early lunch of fish and chips and the best tartar sauce and an Arnold Palmer with the tiny ice cubes (I mean, the best) on a sunny patio with my love, and that’s enough for me right now. 🐟☀️ #foodmakesmehappy #pregnantinapandemic

Why am I just finding the magic in unproductive Su

Why am I just finding the magic in unproductive Sundays?!... Seriously. We’ve been quarantined for months, yet I always have “projects” to do on the weekends to make me feel like the weekend was worthwhile.

Today looked different and I think I’d like to practice this kind of weekending more often. It started with a long, leisurely walk with my dog, *without* headphones. GASP. (They were dead.) But how would I listen to my beloved podcasts during this hour-plus out and about?! Normally when my headphones die, I just shamelessly listen to pods on loud (sry neighbors, hope you like true crime). But today I didn’t want the volume battle with cars swooshing by, so I just walked. And looked around. And prayed. And asked questions of myself. And realized, I’m never this quiet with myself to even let these questions come through. Questions like “how can I surrender more?” and “am I fully in alignment with who I want to be?” Questions that don’t even come to mind normally because I prefer to live my life faster and loud enough that I don’t usually hear them.

And then what followed the walk was, to me, a bunch of “unproductive” (in terms of chore-iness) but much-much-much-needed stuff. Watching church online. Stopping by the farmers market without a plan (or list!) and buying big bundles of leeks and kale and seedy sourdough bread—oh, and two croissants the size of my face. Sipping iced coffee while I read for 2 HOURS (I love reading y’all but this kind of undivided attention is not usually within my skill set). N A P P I N G. And taking a bath at 4 in the afternoon for the heck of it?!? Who even am I??

Okay and because it wouldn’t feel honest if I didn’t share—I did do *two* productive things: laundry (because I need clean sports bras ok) and making salsa (which is really more spiritual than productive, tbh). (Cont. below)

Bread’s not the only thing we’ve been baking d

Bread’s not the only thing we’ve been baking during quarantine. 🤭

2020 isn’t so bad. If it’s the one year we’v

2020 isn’t so bad. If it’s the one year we’ve been challenged to do better, stretched outside of our perspectives, forced to be still and get quiet, invited to lift up our neighbors + communities, faced with painful + necessary truths, and met with the clearest mirror showing us all our blind spots and distractions... that makes it one precious, life-changing year. In a good way, I think. The best way really. We are living through a year that will be written about multi-fold in history, and I am encouraged to see so many choosing to be the helpers and lifter-uppers and listeners right now. Let’s keep this goodness going, k?

I love you more than sunny drives along the coast

I love you more than sunny drives along the coast and a perfectly crisp glass of champagne and all of my favorite Bravo shows, combined. Your heart is the purest, your smile my absolute favorite, and your personality the (needed) most easygoing to complement my, well, less easygoing one. 😆 31 is sure to be a year of adventure and fun! Happy birthday to my love, @the_beermonger. 🤍

George Floyd’s death was a tipping point. I’m

George Floyd’s death was a tipping point. I’m infuriated that’s it’s taken someone’s cruel murder to finally see—and that the many murders and injustices before his weren’t enough to wake me up.

But I have been learning so much—mostly about the oppressive burden Black people face from the moment they’re born. I have no way to understand or imagine what that must feel like.

I would guess it feels a lot like trying to breathe when something is pressing down on your neck. You must breathe, but how? With such force, and such limited mobility, what can you do? You gasp and beg for help and no one hears you—or is it that no one wants to listen?—until you realize you have absolutely no say in your future, in living.

That’s what I imagine Black people must feel every day, and have felt since their ancestors were stripped from their homes and brought to The Land of The Free, enslaved.

My feelings are irrelevant here. But my actions and my voice and my ears permanently postured to listen are becoming more powerful than ever, now that I’m really starting to see. I’m just sorry it took me so long.
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This is from my journal entry this morning. I’m afraid to say the wrong things but I’m realizing my fear is insignificant in comparison to the fear and trauma of Black men and women, so here I am promising to do better and commit to knowing more than I have.

Some resources that have helped me begin understanding my part deeper:
- White Fragility by Robin DiAngelo (a book about why it’s so hard for white people to talk about race)
- 13th, a documentary on systemic racism in America (available on Netflix)
- Brené Brown’s interview with Ibram X. Kendi (author of How to Be an Antiracist) on her podcast, Unlocking Us. I especially got a lot from the part about 30 minutes in about the difference between feeling and working through shame for white complacency playing a part in racism vs. being shamed for complacency.
#blm #blacklivesmatter✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

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I feel like there’s a wave of emotions daily rig

I feel like there’s a wave of emotions daily right now, but I’ve found some peace focusing on small ways we can help and embracing the little bits of unusual goodness that this weird time is allowing: planting veggies in my garden (and praying I develop a green thumb) from a local nursery that delivers, sitting in the sun with my feet in the grass with my dog because she can’t go on walks right now (and actually loving the slower pace), ordering takeout from our favorite restaurants for “date night” in our PJs, zoom calls for happy hour and game nights with family, slow and calm weekends, cooking (ohhh so much cooking, and baking 🥰), working from home with bae and just having another person around to bounce ideas off of and chat with during the weekdays (who knew human contact M-F is so nice?!), currents of inspiration that haven’t roamed around like this in a long time, time for reading, time for praying, time for breathing, time—lots of it, in general. It’s forced me to be okay with different productivity levels and to chill the F out way more than I normally let myself. And so in some ways, I think this time is needed and really, oddly beautiful and significant. But ask me again next week. 😉

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