The View from Here

A friend of mine reminded me last night that you can take the girl out of Iowa but you can't take the Iowa out of the girl.  I guess I am a little bit country.  I like the view from my 'penthouse' apartment but I prefer to explore the city early in the morning when it's quiet.  You can still feel energy in the stillness, light in the darkness.  You can cup your hands and peek into store windows like a little kid.  You can be a little less inhibited and a little more curious, a little less country and a little more big city girl.

Acceptance

I laid in bed last night and thought about how I have come to accept that I will never have a flat tummy.  I will always have wobbly thighs and my skin is not flawless.  But that's ok.  I'm not the kind of girl who will have every hair in place.  I am the girl whos hair will be blowing about, probably sticking to my lip gloss, if I actually have on lip gloss.  But when I lay in bed at night, I can wrap my arms around myself and give myself a big hug.  I can feel the love of my family and friends, and God. 

Geek Chic

I am going through this geek chic phase right now. I woke up this morning (well I was awoken by Lola) and decided to take advantage of the early morning quiet by taking a walk with my camera.  I love to photograph graffiti, there is so much soul in this art form.  I joined the Facebook revolution today, along with millions of other people and my mom.  Next I may even get cable and internet hooked up in my apartment.  My neighborhood is kind of on the fringe, or ‘up and coming’ as some might say.  I say it is overpriced and poorly managed.  Anyway, I’ve been invited to a tree house blessing this afternoon so I’m pretty sure I have arrived in Colorado.

Home Sweet Home

I'm getting settled into my new place, just under 800 square feet and just over 800 miles away from home.  This is my home now.  Each day I celebrate small victories, like getting Lola to potty outside.  She is used to green grass but she will figure it out.  I changed up my blog a bit and some people have commented that they were sad to see the photos of Mexico were gone.  For me, it's about the words.  Just as I had to do before my move, I purged some things from my blog.  It's so liberating to let go of stuff.  I had so many miles to drive, roll down the windows and toss out all that was holding me back.  My yoga guru recently said we have to let go of assumed outcomes to become free.  How zen of her.