Soakin' Up San Francisco

In honor of the day and date on which it falls, I thought I'd reflect on the topics top-of-mind for which I am unspeakably thankful. Gratitude is the only light that both radiates outward and warms within! 1. My grandparents, late and alive. They are the reason I am here today.  2. My parents, who taught me almost everything I believe. 3. My sisters: my first and best friends. 4. Our health, love and proximity. We are so fortunate to all be together this week.  5. Our pets, former and now! Their unconditional love makes our family complete.  6. The corner of the country we call home. From SB to SD and even to Sun City West, we definitely can never complain about the views! 7. My home in SF; I live in the most versatile city in the world! 8. My lovely, generous roommates. They make mine a home away from home. 9. My oldest friend in life, who knows every version, chapter and part of me.  10. My sisterhood (of the traveling skirt). Our love transcends time, miles

It's been said 1 million times that the most important things aren't things. But if we're not careful, it seems, many of us find ourselves overwhelmed by all the stuff we have to manage, instead of focused on what we're most passionate about.  - Shauna Niequest,  Present over Perfect As August 9th comes to a close, I see now that it's official: I'm in my late twenties. A new friend pointed out to me this weekend that once at age twenty-seven and  past  the half-birthday mark, we are officially in our late twenties -- forbidden from pretending that it's still the "mid-twenties" phase of our young lives. Is that fair?!! If so, I was officially amidst my late-twenties as of eight thirty-three PM tonight.  I'm in my late twenties, alright: a period I once associated with SO MANY DIFFERENT things than my life now entails. In our late twenties, we'd have fallen in love. In our late twenties, we'd have figured it out: we'd have bought

Some might say I was confined to the insides of my apartment building by the rainy weather. I could have remained, chilly and discouraged, in the warmth of my bed throughout. A recent letdown that had me teetering on the edge of heartbreak put me at risk of experience a bout of resignation; finally, the come-down after holiday season and my slew of visitors to San Francisco made this three-day weekend one with high-potential for loneliness.  I didn’t let that stop me.  Despite the testy weather and plenty of temptation to remain horizontal, I leveraged this third-weekend-day that was today as a vessel to carry out several of my New Years intentions. Several acts were intentional; a few were not. I’ll admit that the extra time permitted me to sleep in, drink too much coffee, and even procrastinate in addition to getting so much done; I can’t deny that the Monday holiday helped make it possible. But for all those who know of my obsessive campaign toward #maximizingmondays: know

My annual tradition of reflecting and, then, developing classic “New Year’s Resolutions” happened differently this year. Not only is 2016 set out to be my most epic year yet when it comes to physical accomplishments and personal records; I also began a new role at work, embarked on a robust fundraising effort, am quite possibly (and regrettably) on the brink of falling in love… and, not to mention, am steadily arriving at the dawn of my late twenties.   There were three new trains of thought that both 1. sped on through my former, naive philosophy of setting goals and simply writing them down and 2. changed my approach entirely from writing down “resolutions” to crafting specific intentions that connect to my most authentic self and will provide pathways to my best year to date. Allow me to tell you about them: The word “resolution” (rezəˈlo͞oSH(ə)n/) stems from the root “resolve,” which typically refers to the solution for a problem. I do not require a “solution to, answer to