Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen. Repent just means to change direction–and NOT to be said by someone who is waggling their forefinger at you. Repentance is a blessing. Pick a new direction, one you wouldn’t mind ending up at, and aim for that. Shoot the moon.

– Anne Lamott

Daily Eats

I was re-inspired by Ai to post what I eat in a day. I only had my iPhone with me so the photos aren’t fantastic, but here’s what my Friday in food was like!

I love Starbucks. Today I tried the Tiramisu Latte, which was good! The barista said if I liked Kahlua, I’d like the latte, and I did. :)


I had some leftover gumbo from Fresh Plus for lunch. It was much needed, because it was cooooold today in Austin! (And not so cold for those of you with an actual winter.)


We called it a day around 3:30, and headed to Vino Vino for some wine and chatting. I had a Gavi, which is one of my favorite whites.


And then we needed some salt, so we ordered some fries. :)


We headed home, and walked over to Cipollina for dinner. We shared a cheese plate with some awesome Gorgonzola. I’m so glad I like blue cheeses – I used to hate them, but I can’t imagine life without them now.


We also shared a Margherita pizza, which was lovely. I love the cracker-like crust.


After dinner we walked back home and watched Whiplash. I had been so afraid to see it, because I knew it would be painful and uncomfortable, but it was outstanding. Horrible, but outstanding.

Tomorrow promises to be rainy and cold here, so we promise to stay inside and watch too much television. I think Justin will be binge-watching on House of Cards, and I will watch Amelie twelve times.

I hope you have a great weekend!

There is no passion to be found playing small – in settling for a life that is less than you are capable of living.

– Nelson Mandela

Corners of my home


This little corner of my kitchen makes me happy. Those are my favorite spoons, including that weird plastic one that reminds me of one my mom used to stir sugar into iced tea. That’s my beloved Vitamix base, which makes awesome smoothies, acai bowls, and liquados. There’s my little coffee cup, and a bunch of bananas that I won’t finish and then they’ll get too ripe and I’ll promise to bake something with them and then they’ll start to smell and Justin will throw them away. There are bars of chocolate from Los Angeles, and soft, local butter in the crock. There are jars of salts, a bowl of sugar cubes, and my old cake stand that never gets used for cakes. There’s that cord hanging down from the under-cabinet lights that Justin added for me, and it’s wrapped around that orange bowl that I painted at a pottery studio for a friend’s birthday years ago. There are the root vegetables, and the granola for smoothie bowls, and too many almonds, and that tiny jar with just one square of chocolate that I refuse to throw away. There’s the pretty vintage tea jar filled with Justin’s favorite peppermint tea, and the jar full of sugar that makes me think of an old diner.

It’s a lovely little corner.