When I recording my 2018 goals video, I totally forgot to mention a personal one that I’m working on: I’m not buying clothing for the entirety of 2018! Our DIY contributor, Hannah, did it in 2017 and, after witnessing her succeed, I decided to do it on my own. The final push was this NY Times article entitled My Year of No Shopping — after this came it, it solidified my decision. So now that I’m a month and a half in, I wanted to share it with you guys + set the rules for this grand experiment of mine.
So um… Happy February! Where the hell did January go?? I’m just a little late in sharing my 2018 goals with you guys, but hey, better late than never. This year, I decided to record a video to share a more personal peek into what I’ve got in mind for 2018 both here on the blog and personally. If you’re new to the blog, I’ve shared my goals for the past few years and really find it helpful to look back. I love seeing how I’ve achieved something that I set out to do… or that I have a bit more work to do to achieve something. To be honest, both of those scenarios feel positive to me because they each indicate some sort of personal growth. And, although last year’s goals really got off track when I broke my leg, I am hopeful for a happier and much healthier year!
I’d love to hear your thoughts on my list + what are your resolutions and goals??
Happy (early) Thanksgiving, you guys! I won’t be posting tomorrow so I wanted to pop in today and share a bit of what I am thankful for this year. Admittedly, it’s been a really tough year for me… 2017 brought about the most challenging experiences I’ve faced in my life, but I am choosing to stay positive and grateful for everything I learned. This year, I am thankful for:
Sean, for keeping me laughing, grounded, and sane (but also a little bit insane, too).
My dearest friends for helping me through all the emotion of breaking my leg, owning a fixer upper, and being a general hot mess.
Our tiny zoo for providing endless belly laughs and sloppy kisses.
Strong, strong coffee.
The Joshua Search and Rescue team who got me to safety and the nurses of Hi-Desert Medical Center.
My amazing management team at Jabber Haus for helping me take my business to a totally new level.
The generous sponsors who’ve helped me renovate and finish my home more and more.
The patient Fedex, UPS, and USPS delivery people who come to my house every day and deal with our barking dogs.
My incredible team: Meghan, Hannah, Sarah… I’d be lost without you!
Readers like you, for inspiring me to create amazing things every day and allowing me to do this blog thing full-time. Without you guys, I’d be in a cubicle somewhere.
So… you might have heard on my social channels yesterday that I was nominated in the Small Space category of the Domino Design Blog Awards (shameless plug, please vote for me). I’m having so many emotions about it and, really, just had to write a post about it. Some of you may not know the full story of how I came to live in #mytinybungalow. Essentially, a year after my grandpa passed away I found out that he had willed me the money for a down payment on my first house. I had never even considered owning a house up until that point because I was a bit of a wanderer. I’d moved across the country 3 times, I didn’t own a sofa, I never thought I’d ever be able to afford a house in Seattle. But now I do own a house and it’s been utterly life changing. This beyond-generous gift from my grandfather has truly changed my life and I’m totally overwhelmed by the impact of it.
But this home has become so much more to me than a house.
I haven’t really thought this post through completely and, warning, it might get a little complain-y. Lately, I’ve been having this feeling that I have nothing to wear. Nothing feels right, nothing makes me feel cute or sexy or like what I have on is flattering. It all just feels blah and totally unspecial. A big part of it is that my body has changed a lot. I spent all winter and spring training and working out. Now that I’ve sat on my butt for 13 weeks with a broken leg, I’ve gotten soft. I definitely have a tummy pooch and only 2 pairs of my jeans fit me now. After working so hard all winter, this just adds one more frustration on top of dealing with a broken leg.
12 weeks ago I broke my leg and I’m having some mixed feelings about it (still). On one hand I can’t believe it’s been that long, but on the other… I have felt every single moment of boredom, pain, and frustration of those 12 weeks. I’ve learned so much about myself in these past few months and continue to learn more. It’s really funny: life has definitely thrown me some curveballs in my lifetime, but this one… this one has definitely affected me the most. For example, last week my latest set of x-rays revealed that my bones haven’t made much progress in stitching themselves back together. I had waited 5 weeks in between sets of x-rays and yet very little progress was made in terms of bone growth. This discovery felt like a punch to the gut. The thing is that I have done everything I could to inspire my bones to heal: acupuncture, collagen, extra vitamins, healthy diet, bone broth, hours of physical therapy, icing, heating, and even more. If you’re a numbers person, here’s another way to put it: I should be 60% healed by now, but instead I’m still at 20% which is the same as where I was 5 weeks ago.
But we have a plan. I’m having another tiny, baby surgery on Friday. Nothing big, not like last time. This is to remove a few bits of my hardware in the hopes that it will allow the bones to close the gap a bit more and speed up the healing. I’m nervous and optimistic, but also trying not to think too much about it. I have a tendency to do that and get all worked up, but rarely does it seem to help.
I have posts in the works for next week, but if I’m not around as much, that’s why! I’ll be posting lots of Instagram Stories though, so be sure to catch those.