Yesterday was a rough day. I found myself having to continually push myself to move forward.

My mind simply would not let me forget how much my joints hurt, how much my rib cage ached, or how awful the side effects of the medication I'm taking are.

It's been difficult lately trying to accept my broken body for what it is, but step by step, inch by inch, I've begun to make progress.

Unfortunately with ever 5 steps forward, I inevitably experience 3 steps back.... and yesterday was a 3 step back kinda day.

I was sure nothing would turn this day around. I was positive no one would succeed in putting a smile on my face. And I was confident I wouldn't be able to find joy in the midst of sorrow.....

But then came a knock on my door. As I opened it, there stood my wonderful boyfriend holding a bouquet of flowers and a lovely "feel better" card.

*SIGH* my heart melted. Suddenly a smile came to my face and for a second everything in my world seemed right again. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world.

Bad days are inevitable, but he always seems to cheer me up- and for that I feel so very blessed!

Bubbles and Candles

There's something about a bubble bath that can turn a "so-so" day into one of greatness.

Baths have an uncanny ability to cleans my mind and center my focus.

Maybe its the warm sudsy water, maybe its the peaceful music I play, maybe its being surrounded by candles as my only source of light, or maybe its the conversations I have with the Lord. I don't know what it is that makes my baths so magnificent- but they are indeed a source of joy in my life... and we all need a little joy now and then right??

Someday I'd love to create a bathroom that looks like these....

Crochet Away

With the ever present stressors of life heavy on my mind, I've recently come to the realization that perhaps I need a new hobby in my life to serve as a distraction and mind cleanser.

And although reading and playing my guitar are both hobbies I enjoy abundantly, they both require brain power and deep concentration... two things I seem to be lacking at the moment. So after a bit of thought and contemplation, I've decided to take up crocheting! The world of crocheting isn't completely foreign to me, as a matter of fact, back in the day (circa 1996) my mother taught me how to crochet my first blanket. It was a simple pattern with no extravagant detail or complicated stitches, but I remember feeling a sense of peace and calm and I sat for hours with my fluffy ball of yarn, my powder blue crocheting needle, and my busy hands working away as I lost myself in a different world all together.

So today begins my new and exciting crocheting journey. I'm sure I will encounter countless moments of peace, frustration, boredom, and excitement... but I couldn't be more ready for the challenge. I'm already counting down the hours till I get off work so I can head over to the craft store to pick out some beautiful yarn!

I thought I'd also include some lovely crocheting pictures to serve as inspiration for the journey ahead....

Yarn, coffee, and a good book- doesn't get much better!

I am just in love with the idea of having a crocheting fort... brilliant!

What a bright, creative, and fun work space. Someday I would love to have a"craft" room in my house.

Colorful yarn makes me smile

I want this bag!!

How great is this yarn holder tea cup?!?! I don't just want this... I need this.

Thanks Mom and Dad

(Warning: super sarcastic post ahead)

Among the many things wrong with my body, I had the privilege of inheriting the oh so lovely string of autoimmune disorders my parents both managed to accumulate over their lifetime. Why I couldn't have inherited my mothers knack for organization and cleanliness, or my dads intelligence and ability to fix anything, is beyond me.

Every so often my body goes all haywire on me and my lovely immune system decides to start attacking my own body for no apparent reason... as if my joints did anything to deserve such vile treatment. Unfortunately when this occurs there is very little I can do about it. Except for a little thing called Prednisone. This powerful steroid is able to take down inflammation in my body and help me to return to feeling normal.

Unfortunately, I hate Prednisone.

Its amazing how one little pill can make me sweat like a pig, disturb my beauty sleep for weeks on end, turn me into a non stop eating machine, give me acne on my chest and back, and make me into this super cranky and emotional women no one wants to be around because she's got pit stains on her shirt, chocolate remnants in the corners of her mouth, and tears streaming down her cheeks. It's not a pretty sight.

I suppose this is my new normal.... super fun!

My God is a Comfort

It has been a roller coaster of emotions lately as I've attempted to navigate my way through a difficult season in my life. I've experienced a plethora of highs and lows over these last few months, but through it all the Lord has steadily been teaching me how to find contentment in my soul even when my surroundings feel chaotic and messy.

I would love to say I have found this so-called "contentment"- but that would be a lie. My journey is far from over, my path is far from complete, but my God is close at hand. Each day I desperately cling to God's word, and there I find peace and encouragement beyond comprehension. So for now I will leave you with two scriptures that have tugged at my heart this past week... maybe you too will find it a comfort as well.

Psalm 94:18-19

"Your loving kindness, O Lord, will hold me up. When my anxious thoughts multiply within me, your consolations delight my soul"

Hebrews 6:19

"We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure"

Thoughts for the Day

Happy Tuesday!

I've decided to make this day (despite the fact that I'll be working a 10 hour day) one filled with positive thoughts and long conversations with the Lord.

The constant worry and anxiety I battle in my head does not belong dwelling here, therefore I'm trying my best to surrender it to the Lord today.

I will probably slip and fail, but my heart is insitant on trying.

Deuteronomy 31:6

"Be strong and couragous. Do not be afraid or terrified, for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you or forsake you."

Monday's have a tendency to be a drag- don't you agree?

Monday's mark the official termination of the weekend, which comes to mean the next Saturday is now a gigantic 6 days away.

So in an effort to shed a little light on your Monday blues, I thought I'd share a few new favorite things of mine...

1. Drinking tea in bed until my heart is content to start the day

2. Kipi- my new favorite artist from Brooklyn. Her whimsical graffiti like paintings are always done on pages of old used books... what an inspiration.

3. Oscar Wilde's "The Picture of Dorian Gray"- I couldn't be more in love or more haunted by this work of genius if I tried.

Books Books Books

Nothing brings joy to my heart more than the aroma of a second-hand book store. Every time I walk in my soul smiles a little as I glance around the room hopeful of the treasures I will surely come across that day. Of course, my pocketbook is not near as fond of the used book store as my heart is, but I like to justify my purchases by telling myself ....

1. I'm living a more "green" life by buying used.
2. I'm purchasing something that has its own unique history- and nothing can put a price on that.
3. Its not like I'm spending money on frivolous items, books last forever are sources of great knowledge and personal growth.
4. Only used books contain fun inscriptions written by past owners.
5. And finally.... because they look prettier on my book shelf than anything you could ever buy at Barns and Noble.

After a wonderful Saturday afternoon, my two girlfriends and I wandered into The Book Tree here in Scottsdale, and had a brief look around. Our intentions were to take a quick browse and nothing more- but of course nothing could have been farther from the truth. After only 20 minutes inside, I walked away with four beautiful new treasures. And what exactly did I find you ask??

Two beautifully old Oscar Wilde books ("The Picture of Dorian Gray" and "The Importance of Being Earnest")

One 1945 edition of John Steinbeck's "The Pearl"

And a sweet children's book of poetry called "Is Somewhere Always Far Away?"

I'm so excited to start my new stack of reading material... I just love the way books beckon to be read- its poetic.

It's Saturday!

Why hello beautiful Saturday morning!

The sun is shinning, the weather is dreadfully hot, and the day ahead is perfectly unscheduled.

I was thinking I'd have lunch with a cute boy, drink ice chai lattes on a blanket in the park while reading books with a dear friend, and chat it up for hours with my most favorite girlfriends!

I'd say after the hard week I experienced, today is the perfect day to surround myself with the people I love most.

I'm inspired by this vintage photo-

The woman in saddle shoes is perfectly sassy!