Nine months is enough time to try and get your life together, right?
Well, it's been juuuuuust around nine months (ok, maybe a little longer) since I last blogged. And in those nine months, I've seen/made some of the biggest changes. They say it's incredible what can happen in just a short amount of time, and I never truly believed that until now.
The past nine months have been busy, bold and truly amazing. I don't think I've ever been more terrified of or excited for the direction my life was heading and what happened next. For the first time, I truly was living without a plan.
...all you type-A friends out there, did reading that last line give you as much anxiety as it gave me? Looking back, I still can't believe I let go of the reins and just let life happen. I had always had a plan, with very specific goals in mind. But at the start of 2016, I didn't really have that anymore. I didn't know what I wanted to do next, or where I wanted life to take me.
The result of me letting life happen and not forcing a plan on it? More self growth and happiness than I ever could have imagined...
I moved back in with my best friend (and drank more wine than I ever thought possible). On that same note, I started working at a brewery and immediately made a whole new family of loving, cool people who make me love this city and all the amazing things in it. I took freelancing to an entirely new level (freelancing with new and old companies and realizing how important schedule organization is). I visited my best friends in New York and made new friends in Minneapolis. I chopped off my hair and went "brulonde" (oh yeah, that's a thing). I acted like I was 21, and then I acted like I was 85. And then I acted like I was 21 again. I taught yoga at breweries, corporate offices, retail stores, inside, outside and all over the place. I also taught yoga in Iceland and almost didn't get back on the plane to come home (I almost didn't come back from San Diego with my sister, either). I went to concerts, breweries, football games and festivals. I mostly just wore yoga pants and almost never wore shoes. I cuddled with Camper daily and I moved back to Northeast Minneapolis. I laughed with my family, and I opened myself up to meeting new people (one person in particular...)
While I'd love to go back and recap these past nine months in detail, there's no time like the present, and it's time to focus on a brand new year (but the good news is that Instagram exists, and I've posted way too many happy memories on it from last year)...but don't worry, I'll absolutely be recapping Iceland.
Back at it. Happy New Year, babes.
|| Photo is property of Mountain Shadow Morning. Must give credit ||
...all you type-A friends out there, did reading that last line give you as much anxiety as it gave me? Looking back, I still can't believe I let go of the reins and just let life happen. I had always had a plan, with very specific goals in mind. But at the start of 2016, I didn't really have that anymore. I didn't know what I wanted to do next, or where I wanted life to take me.
The result of me letting life happen and not forcing a plan on it? More self growth and happiness than I ever could have imagined...
I moved back in with my best friend (and drank more wine than I ever thought possible). On that same note, I started working at a brewery and immediately made a whole new family of loving, cool people who make me love this city and all the amazing things in it. I took freelancing to an entirely new level (freelancing with new and old companies and realizing how important schedule organization is). I visited my best friends in New York and made new friends in Minneapolis. I chopped off my hair and went "brulonde" (oh yeah, that's a thing). I acted like I was 21, and then I acted like I was 85. And then I acted like I was 21 again. I taught yoga at breweries, corporate offices, retail stores, inside, outside and all over the place. I also taught yoga in Iceland and almost didn't get back on the plane to come home (I almost didn't come back from San Diego with my sister, either). I went to concerts, breweries, football games and festivals. I mostly just wore yoga pants and almost never wore shoes. I cuddled with Camper daily and I moved back to Northeast Minneapolis. I laughed with my family, and I opened myself up to meeting new people (one person in particular...)
While I'd love to go back and recap these past nine months in detail, there's no time like the present, and it's time to focus on a brand new year (but the good news is that Instagram exists, and I've posted way too many happy memories on it from last year)...but don't worry, I'll absolutely be recapping Iceland.
Back at it. Happy New Year, babes.
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