Spring Has Sprung

Ahhh. The beginnings of the floral-adorning, lace-flaunting, and wedge-wearing season have officially begun. This here little nifty thing, made using the handy dandy Polyvore, is a display of things I want need for this lovely and fresh and new season. What's on your wish list?

1. Essie- "Play Date"- Such a vibrant/fun shade.
2. Urban Outfitters- Lookout Sunglasses (in Pink)- Playful and versatile.
3. Monsoon- Summer Floral Clutch- Perfect for date night or girl's night.
4. Pull&Bear- Lace Dress (in Water Green)- Just precious.
5. Net-a-Porter- Rosamosario B-Amami Lace Shorts- Girly yet structured.
6. Oasis- Glitter Toepost Sandals- Beach, anyone?
7. Kate Spade- Dotz Bib Necklace- Statement necklace of the spring, in my book.
8. Zara- Platform Sandal- Just... just perfect.

Happy spring, guys!

Totes Caj

{button-up, earrings, ring, bangle, headband: Forever 21; leggings: Express; boots: Madden Girl}

I only talk in abbreves about 10% of the time. Although of that, I'm only kidding half of the time. Real stats guys. But really, you can't get more casual than an oversized button-up with some thick leggings (a.k.a. non-see-thru... we've all seen this happen to some poor soul) and riding boots. And to top it off, I finished the easygoing look with some trusty slash forever cheap Forever 21 accessories. Totes fun. Totes comfy. And totes giving you a close-up of my frecks today, my friends. You're welcome.

Weird

Isn't it funny how many different loves there are?

I love new shoes. I love the adrenaline of a good run. I love purely blissful moments with my family, no matter how few and far between. I love my family, even when I don't like my family. I love a good book. I love God. I also love Chelsea Handler. And I love Charlie, my Border Collie. I love coffee... so, so much. I love brainstorming, but only when I don't love procrastinating. I love Pinterest. I love New York City, and I love me in New York City. I love the socks my grandma knits me. I love the feeling I get from helping others. I love my job. I love frozen yogurt (... but, duh).

Yet not one of those loves is the same as another. We feel a slightly personalized- for lack of better word- affection for a thing, person, place, idea, situation that we love, no matter how big or small. The Greek even have three words for love: agape for unconditional love, eros for passionate love, and philia for an affectionate and friendly love- which attempt to somewhat categorize certain types of loves.

The reality is this: some loves are fleeting, others everlasting. Some last as long as a breathtaking sunrise that is forgotten a week later. Others last from the first breath of life to our very last. Keep finding things to love, for you'll never find the same one twice. To me, that pursuit is where the true joy lies.

{My sister, whom, yes, I also love.}

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Just call me the next Katie Couric.

Ha JUST kidding. But I did have to shoot this anchor script today for a broadcast class I'm taking. I honestly have only ever wanted to do the editorial side of journalism, but this class is turning out to be much more fun than I expected. This is my first real, graded anchor script, so you can definitely sense some nerves goin' on. But overall I really enjoyed the process of writing and reporting my stories!
You can click here to watch it.
I'd so appreciate some feedback! What do you think?

Checked Off the List

I keep my bucket list right inside my trusty noggin. I've tried writing down bucket list items, but you know how whenever you go to make a grocery list and all that comes to mind is milk and bread? Wait, what were those other 10 million things I kept telling myself I need to remember to get? That tends to be what happens when I try to do write out the ol' bucket list. 

One bucket list endeavor that I've always had but was more of a 'ha, we'll see if I ever actually do that' was running a half marathon. But my sister got it in her head about 4 months ago that this. was. going. to. happen. And I got swept up for the ride. So we trained for 12 weeks, running through the icy winds and the painful shin splints and the crappy days that we all have occasionally. 

Last weekend she flew her newly 37 pounds lighter butt to see me, and to run our half. The time had come. I was so nervous, but she knew more confidently than I that we were ready. When the race buzzer sounded at 7 am last Sunday and we began our run with the sun beginning to rise, I realized we were, too.

I don't think I've ever felt so tired yet so strong in my entire life. Having my sister, my best friend, by my side as I crossed the finish line made it all the sweeter. My near projectile vomiting episode that actually turned out to be just a bit of dry heaving post finish line was only a mild setback (true story, that did happen... not my proudest moment of the day). In pure exhaustion, all we could both keep saying to each other that we couldn't believe it was over. Our 12 weeks of training was up, and the 13.1 mile run complete. We'd reached this once impossible-seeming goal. That pride of overcoming such a physically and mentally enduring obstacle made me realize my overall capability, and oh how great it is.

Who knows what's next? Maybe even a full marathon is in our future!

(PS, sorry for my unannounced blogging hiatus, guys! I guess spring semester sophomore year is way busier than I expected, but I miss the bloggerverse. So expect to be seeing lots more of me again!)