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when your snot freezes

yeah, i went there.

as i rolled out of bed this morning, i seriously debated if i should drive to work. the minus seven temperature that displayed on my weather.com app, or the fact that authentic weather was telling me that it’s “hypo fucking thermic” outside was enough to convince me that skipping standing at the bus stop was the route to go.

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but, as the morning carried on, and i showered, took katy out for a short walk, and finished getting ready, the doom of paying $10 to park set in. or the fact that the roads are still crappy.

so, i bundled up as best i could, turned on the ipod, and set off for the bus stop. and, that second i stepped outside i couldn’t breathe. the brutal cold literally took my breath away. and, i’ll be honest, the snot in my nose immediately froze.

i was instantly transported back to my childhood, to snow days. snow days filled with sledding down art hill in saint louis, building snowmen in the front yard, and tossing snow at every friend within throwing distance. i found myself chuckling over the fact that as a kid, if the weather is cold enough, your snot would freeze. and how hilariously funny you thought it was.

as the bus pulled up, i’m pretty sure the other two people standing at my stop were wondering what the hell i was laughing over. if they only knew it was my boogers.

travel everyday.

you know you work in the travel industry when:

  • it’s your job to read travel+leisure magazine.
  • your calendar contains every possible #twitterchat relevant to the industry.
  • your “next vacation” changes daily.
  • antarctica actually sounds like a fun challenge.
  • pretending you’re on vacation all the time is required of you, as you’re constantly responsible for content development.

let me remind you that i’m on day eight. yes, eight, and these are my early realizations. fantastic ones, nonetheless. and, also the realization that i thought i had a lot of passport stamps (which reminds me that i need to renew mine), when in reality i don’t have as many as i thought compared to the travel writers and bloggers out in the universe.

do you have a fave travel spot on your bucket list?

my first bus ride.

don’t let the post title fool you. i’ve ridden the bus before. in middle school. in high school. when i stayed with my mom in london. hell, i’m pretty good at public transit, managing to maneuver around paris not knowing a lick of french.

but, why oh why is it so terrifying the first time you decide “it’s best i take the bus to work.”? i’ll tell you why — because you need exact change. and who carries cash these days? well, i don’t. besides those few rogue pennies at the bottom of my purse that magically replicate.

so, as i’m waiting for the bus this morning, i keep counting my cash in my coat pocket (concealed, of course, i’m not crazy), because the partial ocd in me wanted to make sure i didn’t lose that damn quarter. and, as the bus pulled up, i religiously stared at the number on the front to make sure that it was, in fact, the bus i needed to hop on (it was).

stepping on board all proud of my public transit decision,  i dropped my $2.25. yeah, i was “that girl” holding up the bus. but i hurried off to a seat, and quickly realized i’m glad i have an earlier stop and a later one to hop off at, because boy is the number 10 a popular bus.

and, as i hopped off, a block from my office, i quietly pat myself on the back (figuratively) and carried on my merry way with arcade fire in my ears.

a new gig.

so, i started a new job yesterday. working in a pretty sweet building in downtown denver. a mere block-ish from my favorite denver-based burrito joint. not that one, this one. although, chipotle is always a good choices.

the good news is that i get to continue making things happen in digital and social. the bad news is, well, there is no bad news. sure, i have to ride the bus to work, but hey, no more buying gas. you know, because filling up once a month was a hassle to begin with.

i’m down the street from some of my favorite people who work in the area (hello lunch dates). there are a million windows in this office. i can’t even. my last office had nary a window in sight, so this is magical. and, i get to work on a mac again. can you hear the angels singing?

okay, now i’m just bragging. but, the reality is, that sometimes one door closes in life for a reason. cliche, right? i know. but it’s true. my last job was a great experience. i was able to work for a fortune 100, on the “client side,” and can now tout some pretty cool work on my resume. but, due to reasons beyond my control, i was in the market for a new job. and, while this is day two, i’m in awe of how much i know i’ll enjoy this new chapter in my life.

if you had asked me if i would be here a year ago, i would have told you otherwise, because a year ago, i had different aspirations. but things change. people change. even in less than a year. so, yes, while things are different on this 21st day of january, it’s some of the best change i could ask for.

now, if you excuse me, i need to get back to work and figure out how to ride the bus to work tomorrow.

yoga by the light of the tree.

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there is something incredibly enchanting about restorative yoga by the lights of my christmas tree.

for the last two months i’ve opted to forgo my usual yoga practice at my neighborhood studio for practicing at home. i’ve tired completely of just the competitiveness of studios around here – mostly the people. i still drop in on my favorite instructors from time-to-time, but i’ve really enjoyed the solitude of an at-home practice. being able to roll out of bed at 7 a.m. for a 30 or 45 minute morning practice of sun salutations, and arrive home for an hour strengthening session. with the occasional yin and restorative classes (usually one time for each style every week).

today was no different. i like to “end my week” and “start my week” with a restorative class (my favorite is with jordan at breathe on colfax, if any of you denver-ites are curious). but, thanks to my apple tv, i can take advantage with both my yogaglo and my yoga online memberships and have my pick of the type of restorative class. after a strong core class with kathryn budig on saturday, my body needed the rest. and, a restorative class is seriously the best medicine for recovering. for dealing with stress. or just coping with the fact that the high was 18 yesterday.

my at-home practice has also led to forcing me to decide on my intention with every class. usually intentions are guided by the yoga instructor at the beginning of each class, but practicing at home has allowed me to really think about what i need to focus on and dedicate my practice to each day.

yes, i may miss the community of a regular yoga class, but my mind is more grateful for the alone time on my mat. in my own space.

and, i’ll repeat it again, but tonight’s practice was exactly what i needed after this week. lit only by the lights on my tree, it was calming, relaxing, and restorative.

i get it. midwest weather is unpredictable.

hey st. louis, i have a bone to pick with you. and, given i’m a native midwesterner, i’m allowed to pick on you.

having spent more than 26 years of my life in st. louis, i know how unpredictable the weather can be. one day they say it’ll snow, but really it rains. or it’s supposed to be 75 degrees, but it ends up being 45. cool story.

so, what’s my issue? you know, when it snows, and everyone in st. louis freaks out. the roads are crappy, they didn’t plow or salt. the grocery store is out of milk and bread. and, what was the weather outcome? they only received an inch or two of snow.

well, let me tell you a little story. we don’t plow in denver, you know, unless it’s over a foot. salt? i don’t even think i’ve ever seen the city of denver salt the roads.

so, let me paint you a picture. well, not actually paint, but instead share a photo i snapped last night after hearing brene brown speak.

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see that sheen on the road? that’s not because the road is wet. that’s because the road is frozen. i’ll repeat that. the. road. is. frozen. as in, no, the city of denver did not salt the road. or plow it. in fact, i didn’t even see the trucks out yesterday (because we only received about three inches in total). and, it’s almost as if the city comes alive when it snows. people take their dogs to the park. kids run around in the snow. people continue on with their merry lives like any other day.

so, why am i even talking about this? because i’m here to offer you some advice. next time it snows in st. louis, even an inch, don’t freak out. don’t buy the grocery store out of milk. learn to be patient when driving, and know how to get yourself out of a snowy situation.

and, if you don’t like the unpredictable weather, maybe it’s high-time you move south.

all in a name.

fruits. nuts. flakes.

what the hell does that even mean, right? i’m glad you asked.

if you know anything about me, i’m a hippie at heart. i live for nature. sometimes i don’t shower every day, or wash my hair every day. if my entire backyard could be a garden, it would (except i don’t have a backyard). i’d love to live off the grid in the mountains. i like to pickle, jam, and cook my heart out. not to mention i love mother nature and i believe global warming is real.

but that’s beside the point.

FNF-allinaname

so when i moved out to colorado just over two years ago, “hippie brit” became a nickname. and, while endearing, it was a bit of a mockery of my lifestyle (in the nicest possible way). it’s a nickname i welcome today, but at the time was off put by it. a great deal of friends back home loved calling me “granola.” “clever,” i thought. so, when i started blogging a bit more personally, i sought out a username that captured who i always knew i was. a quick google of “granola” results in the ingredients of what makes up granola — fruits, nuts, and flakes. and, as i like to put it, while i might be granola, my life is just that – made up of the sweet, salty, and crunchy pieces. and, i wouldn’t have it any other way.

that steamboat trip. summer 2013.

let it be known that steamboat springs will forever hold a special place in my heart. why? well, i’m not sure other than i just love steamboat so so much. it has to be one of my most favorite colorado towns. and, it’s just absolutely perfect in the winter, spring, summer, or fall.

i left late sunday night to drive the 3 hour drive in the dark. the first time i have driven in the dark to steamboat. just as fun as in the daylight. and, what was waiting for me at my destination? my best friend. of whom i had not seen since the last time she and her husband were in steamboat (see: a year ago). my moving out to colorado only put more distance and another time zone between us. it was so good to see her and catch up face-to-face. we talk on the phone as much as we can, but it’s not the same.

drinks were consumed. laughter was in abundance. stories were told. and so much fun was had.

my short trip consisted of drinks when i arrived. a hike with a beautiful view at the end. and, a scenic drive home the next morning. the trip was short. too short. but i wouldn’t have missed the opportunity to head up to my favorite colorado town to visit one of my most favorite of people.

let me add that this was my first trip to the mountains this summer. let’s not talk about how it took me until august to make that happen. instead, enjoy these photos.

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tour de denver + boulder. the short version.

i’ll say this much. every time friends come in town, i’m always at a loss for what to do with them. it’s not that there isn’t anything to do, it’s that there is EVERYTHING to do. so, making a decision is hard.

pan to this weekend, and i was struck with that problem again. so, what was on the agenda?

1. denver beer co. 2nd anniversary party

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2. brunch + tea at the boulder dushanbe tea house in boulder

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3. chautauqua park in boulder for a little of the flat irons

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4. 303 distillery for some potato vodka libations

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it was a pretty solid weekend if you ask me. capped off by a drive to steamboat springs on sunday evening.