I would never, ever let you go

This past weekend I headed to the great state of Michigan to see another one of my besties married off. Brittany and I have been friends since we were 13, when I befriended her in hopes of getting one of her friends to date me (which totally worked.) Needless to say, that didn’t last, but our friendship persevered over the years through soccer teams, and classes that kicked our butts, and then through college 800 miles apart, and now living our lives wholly 2,000 miles door to door.

Every time I see her, she makes me giggle, smile, and usually cry because I am just so freaking happy to see her. I am so glad I made it to her big day, where I got to watch her marry her bff (besides me, of course ;)) and also catch up with friends from HS who I don’t get to see too often (my parents have since moved from my HS town, plus everyone is scattered like Hansel and Gretel’s breadcrumbs across this great nation.)

Britty, Brother Llama, I love you. I am so happy for you and Allen!

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Thanks to Jeff for the photos (and more here.)

Chains required.

Last weekend we headed to Big Bear for our third annual ski trip. Chains were required to get up the mountain, which lead to a two hour trip taking more like four hours (maybe longer) and made our walkie talkies even more important to keep in contact. Once we were up the mountain, we had a great time – teaching Ana and Eric how to ski, eating tacos, tumbling down blue squares, singing, laughing, some of us heading to the hot tub….it was a trip to be remembered!

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Thanks to Jeff, as always, for most of the photos, and more can be found here!

 

 

everyday is day one

this weekend was: catching up on National Geographics, Glee, and loving the New Normal because it’s got Riley from National Treasure and because it’s about feelings; exploring new neighborhoods in the hopes of finding a new apartment; the most delicious sandwich I’ve ever had, and new Pink, DMB, Matchbox Twenty, and a surprising album from Jon McLaughlin; swapping clothes with friends; birthday parties, goodbye parties, and intense games of shuffleboard; more apartments tucked in the hills, coffee and a celebrity, bagels, and the Los Angeles Opera, the Two Foscari, and fancy dresses in ninety degree heat; delicious sandwiches from Grub, and politics, and the Master and everything that Joaquin and Amy and Philip have to teach us; Mario and blogging, and staying up past my bedtime.


 

accepting your priorities

I read a blog post this morning, and it really struck a note with me on what I wanted to tell you guys anyways. Even if you don’t have a family, I think this all applies to work/life balance. Or, in my case, work/passion/life balance.

People often ask me how much sleep I get at night, because I do so much. In the lovely words of Liv Tyler in Empire Records, “My dad always said that there’s 24 usable hours in every day.” However, for me, if you’ve known me any length of time, you know I need eight hours (really nine) of sleep or I am a cranky kid.

Because of this, I have priorities that are maybe different than the average six hour a night person. I can’t stay up late, or I absolutely pay the consequences the next day, and the day after that, and the day…you get the idea.

So what does this mean? If I am sleeping from 11 to 7:30 every day, when do I have time to do anything? First off all, I know my priorities, and accept them as absolute. I am always willing to reassess and negotiate, but they keep me in line when making hard choices. They are as such:

My self. Am I happy? Are my basic needs being met? Into this goes working out, relaxing, and making sure Jeff and I are eating healthy.

Jeff. As my partner-in-crime, I need to make sure that I am spending time with him, keeping my end of the bargain at home (chores, dinner, social commitments, etc.), and making sure that we’re keeping each other in the loop.

My job. Luckily I love where I work, love my coworkers, and love my day to day. My company is committed to me, so I am committed to them, and make sure to put work first as often as possible.

The blog. After making dinner, which I deem most important (and which I sometimes can double for the blog) the next thing I do most nights is edit photos, write posts, check guest posts, schedule social media channels using HootSuite, or submitting photos to FoodGawker, Tastespotting. There is always more I can be doing for Garlic, My Soul, and because it’s so important to me, I make sure to give it the attention it needs to thrive.

Friends, family, and the like. Sometimes I struggle with this one, because the blog is my passion and because it’s so important to me. Have I left work early to do something important to friends? Yes. Have I stayed late at work to finish something and missed a friend’s event? Yes. But usually it’s someone else prioritizing at work (a client, boss, coworker, etc.) For me, telling a friend that blogging is more important than them is hard, but sometimes it needs to be done. I may miss a dinner or a movie or an event, but at the end of the day, the blog is what makes me happy, and so it’s part of the priority of “my self,” too.

This means my day looks something like this: up at 7 or 7:30, work out, get ready for work, work until 6. Home by 6:30 or 7, then make dinner. Jeff and I catch up while we cook usually, and sometimes sneak in an episode of TV while we eat. After dinner, I blog for the next day if it hasn’t been completed over the weekend, trying to get ahead a few days. Then, usually around 10:30-11, I get ready for bed and spend a few minutes reading before heading to bed.

It doesn’t always work this way: there are birthdays, and book clubs, and dinners, and drinks, friends to see, coworkers to celebrate, family visiting, and the like. And I accept those things into my schedule, minding my priorities and saying “no” when I need to. Jeff keeps me in check on my stress levels, making sure I am spending down time and having fun, and I remind myself I am not hard on myself all the time for not spending more time on the blog.

For now, this works for me. It may mean I don’t have as much down time as I like, but it means that I get to work on something I am passionate about every day. And for that, I am absolutely appreciative. And absolutely happy.

How do you prioritize your life? Do you have trouble keeping a balance between self and friends and family? How about a balance between home and work?

baby you’re the only light i ever saw

Can I tell you something that I’ve been excited about but haven’t been able to quantify just yet?

You guys, Corelyn is moving back to Los Angeles. Tomorrow.

I know, I know, I haven’t been bursting with joy, putting it all over this blog and GMS and blowing up Facebook, because it hasn’t felt real.

But on Friday night, as I double boiled chocolate at 12:36 am, it all came back: Corelyn is moving here. Now. Tomorrow.

So, about a year and a half ago, I left this pretty face in an airport in Tennessee, trying not to be dramatic and cry. I saw her again in November for our favorite holiday, and once this past spring in VA. And soon, again, I will get to see this pretty face all of the time.

I cannot wait for more smiles like this one, more hiking and frolicking and eating and sunny sunny days. It reminds me of that time a Ms. Megan left and returned. Because LA draws ’em back. Back to the sunshine, the family, the light, the surf, and the mountains.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t so excited I could jump up and down for an hour and still not stop. I can’t wait until we spend afternoons at the farmer’s market, cooking delicious food, watching television, talking about nothing, walking the city streets, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and just generally being Jennie + Corelyn and the world. Sound like a sappy love story? Well, it mostly is.

Welcome Back, missy. We’ve missed you.