inspiration.

This past weekend I visited my little sister in one of my favorite places on Earth, Murray, Kentucky. My love for Murray and the Commonwealth is another post for another day.

Nonetheless, my sister and I had a great visit. We talked about our boyfriends, we talked about college and we talked about blogs. She inspired me to do more. More writing. More thoughts. More ME.

Here’s another one of my favorite things, my dear boyfriend’s cooking. We rarely use recipes and if we do, we rarely follow them. This week he created a pasta dish that literally warmed my soul.

-Ingredients:

  • One box whole-wheat angel hair pasta
  • 2 C chicken broth
  • 1 C white cooking wine
  • Olive oil to coat the pan
  • 1 can diced tomatoes
  • 3 chicken breasts, chopped
  • Salt to taste
  • Pepper to taste
  • Basil to taste
  • 1 C heavy whipping cream
  • 3 cloves garlic, crushed
  • 3 T basil pesto (we buy the Private Selection brand at Kroger)
  • 1/2 C fresh spinach
  • 1 C shredded Parmesan cheese

Directions:

  1. Cook the chicken, garlic, basil, salt, pepper and 1 T of the pesto until chicken is brown.
  2. Place chicken aside.
  3. Boil pasta in water.
  4. Combine chicken broth, cooking and tomatoes. Let simmer 5 minutes.
  5. Add heavy whipping cream, let simmer 5 minutes to thicken.
  6. Add the remainder of the pesto and 1 C Parmesan cheese. Stir until thick.
  7. Combine the pasta, chicken and sauce.
  8. Serve with cheese on top!

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physical.

In my goal-setting efforts for 2014, I decided that for my physical category, I would run another half-marathon.

Two years ago, I randomly decided to sign-up for the first ever Murray Half Marathon with a college friend. We trained (not as hard as we could have), we ate better (does light beer count?) and we ran 13.1 miles.

After it was over I remember thinking, “I can cross that off the bucket list and I never have to do it again.”

Well, here I am. I’ve been debating on running the 500-Festival Mini Marathon since the day I set the goal in January. I’ve been working out (T25, yoga, circuit training) for a few months now and eating decently (still drink light beer). I realized the only thing keeping me from signing up for the mini was me.

I did it. I signed up. Now begins 39 days of intense running and healthy eating. On May 3, I will run the nation’s largest half-marathon.

http://www.500festival.com/mini-marathon

 

rather than give excuses…

Clearly, I have not written in some time.  I could sit here and give you a list of excuses, but, why? Point is, I am back. And for real this time.

With the help of a new and dear friend, I made a goal list for 2014. Revamping my blog and regularly writing again was one of them. Although the end of March is upon us, here I am. Ready. Excited. Motivated.

Rather than give excuses for 2014, I set goals. I set goals so that I could not go another year saying…

“I didn’t read enough because I didn’t have time.”

“I can’t lose weight, I drink during the week.”

“No, I’ve never seen that movie…or that one…or that one…”

“I quit writing on that blog.”

Setting realistic goals for this year has turned out to be one of the most fulfilling things I have ever done. It is not a hard thing to do, talk through it with a friend, hold yourself accountable. I did some research when creating my goals and what I found most helpful for me was to set your goals in categories (out comes the OCD list-maker in me). See here.

  • Career
  • Financial
  • Education
  • Family
  • Artistic
  • Attitude
  • Physical
  • Pleasure
  • Public service

So, rather than give excuses, set goals. Be present. Read. Learn. Do.

too blessed to be stressed.

So I’ve been putting off posting since graduation. Why?

Busy.
Summer.
New kitten.
New apartment.
New city.

Although these are all excuses, they are just that, excuses.

I have been running around like a crazy lady for the past two weeks. No more. I am settled (mostly) into my new apartment, training a very sweet little kitten and about to start my first real job.

I am too blessed to be stressed.

I think it’s absolutely important to stop and smell the roses regularly and this is something I am definitely going to work on from here forward.

how bad do you want it?

First, watch this. It is worth your next six minutes.

A few months ago, I was in a slump. Not only did I have senioritis, I was discouraged, every. single day.

I wanted a job. And I wanted a job badly. During that point in time, I had applied for some 300 jobs in Indianapolis. I applied for jobs I wasn’t qualified for, I applied for jobs that did not interest me, I applied for everything. There came a time when I gave up. I watched way too much Teen Mom and I stopped working toward my dream of getting a job in my field, in Indianapolis, upon graduation. I sat around and sulked, I felt bad for myself and I got nowhere.

During this time, my friend showed me this video. It changed my entire perspective.

“When you want to succeed as much as you want to breathe, then you will be successful.”

From that point forward, I stopped at nothing. I sent countless emails, applied to numerous job postings and worked early morning hours to secure that job. And guess what? I wanted to succeed so badly that I did.

This is important because it does not only apply to people who have senioritis, or people that cannot find a job, it applies to everyone. People who are trying to get in shape, or train for a marathon. People who just cannot find the motivation to get out of the bed in the morning and go to work. People struggling to achieve their dreams. Everyone who wants to succeed.

sunday share.

I graduated from college yesterday. Wait…what?!

I have yet to grasp the fact that I will not return to a hot August in Murray, KY. I have yet to grasp the fact that I can now read for fun. I have yet to grasp the fact that it is my time to really grow-up.

This morning, I was reflecting on the many lessons I have learned during my time at Murray State. I believe the biggest one came yesterday as I sat in my seat patiently waiting for the commencement ceremony to move along.

The Outstanding Senior woman gave a short but extremely meaningful speech. She told a story of a time when her brand new laptop had a countdown until the days college would begin. Five days before the start of her college career, her dad died of a sudden heart attack. I cannot imagine anything more devastating. Yet, through all the grief, this girl is humble. She no longer counts down the days. And she makes a good point. Why would you want to countdown the days of your life?

I have spent my entire senior year counting down the days. The days until the weekend. The days until I could see my boyfriend. The days until I would graduate…get a job…move. Now what? I have all that. I have everything I wanted. Now, I am going to live in the moment. I don’t want to see another four years flash before my eyes because I spent them counting down.

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sunday share.

Okay so this Sunday, I have a LOT to share.

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After many months and much anticipation, I have accepted a job and will be moving to Indianapolis after I graduate. Words cannot express how absolutely thrilled I am to begin this next chapter in my life.

who i am 1.1

 

First of all, who doesn’t love words written by Nicholas Sparks?!

In all seriousness, this quote could not ring more true. I’ve been thinking all week about this blog post and how I wanted to present it when I stumbled upon this.

I am a firm believer that college is a place for one to find themselves. I am humbled to say that over the past four years, I got to know me. I am proud of myself for doing so and I think it is something that some people never take the time to do. With that being said, here are just a few things I discovered about myself during the past four years.

  1. I. am. sensitive. The few who I show this side to probably wish this wasn’t so. I do take things to heart no matter how much they may not matter in the long run. 
  2. Despite the seemingly tough exterior, I have a HUGE heart. Seriously. My heart aches for those I see sitting alone during lunch or the girl who just got her heart broken, or the countless homeless people I came across during my summer in Chicago. I cannot stand to see people suffer.
  3. I live by lists. Hence, this list. And the dozen other post-it notes sitting around my room, in my car and in my purse.
  4. I love design. And art, writing, painting, creating. I love, love, love it. I definitely discovered my passion here.
  5. I have my own thoughts, opinions and beliefs. Of course, they were shaped from my family, friends and surroundings. Ultimately, my thoughts belong to me. I don’t think there is anything more powerful to realize.

So to anyone who has not taken the time to get to know yourself, you should. It is very rewarding.