“No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”—Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom (1995)
“Instead of wondering when your next vacation is, maybe you set up a life you don’t need to escape from.”—
vacations can be amazing, and enriching. well deserved even. but you have to be happy with the everyday. the small moments. the big exciting moments. and the moments that fill the space between those. a run around your neighborhood. a big glass of red. a ‘good job’ from your boss. laughs with your girlfriends. a clean kitchen. another quarter of grad school down. a happy hour around the corner with your favorite co-workers. a mountain bike ride that pushes you. an epic ski line.
and sometimes vacations don’t come in the form of exotic trips to remote locations. sometimes they are as simple as a quick trip up to the mountains.
It’s been nearly five months since I closed on my little brick bungalow in the highlands neighborhood and it’s just now starting to feel like mine.
So much of the last few months have been spent on business trips, and summer weekends in the mountains, that it’s felt more like camping at my house than anything.
And despite the fact that I bought a newly renovated property, there has been no shortage of to-do items, and there has been no hiding the fact that it was built in 1926.
The overlooked details… like not having wiring for wireless internet. The challenge in fitting an over-sized washer and dryer into a room built for standard laundry. And then the big armoire I planned for the downstairs while perfectly measured for the guest room, did in fact not fit down the stairwell (which I did not think measure). And for that reason, said armoire was subsequently bequeathed to the upstairs master bedroom by default.
And with that the decorating strategies needed adjustment. Especially to accommodate for pieces I couldn’t bare to part with. And a new design project began.
What was once red and awkward standing in my bedroom amongst grays and whites is now one of my favorite pieces in the house. (and should be after the 2+ hours I spend hand painting it)
It’s funny really, what I once feared (like having a giant entertainment cabinet in your bedroom instead of the 100 year old Chinese wardrobe that I planned on) can become such an unexpected ”blessing in disguise”. Such is my life lately it seems.
As a side-note, I’ve found quite the knack for refinishing furniture, craigslisting odds and ends like fireplace screens, and home dept trips. Who knew?
“J’aurais dû être plus gentille—I should have been more kind. That is something a person will never regret. You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person. You will never think that.”—Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via findthebrightside and reneenicolesays)
“Things didn’t work out because, well, greater things were in the works. It’s so difficult while we’re blind and hurting and don’t know which way is up. But, if you have faith in anything, have faith in the fact that the universe has a beautiful way of straightening things out far better than we ever could. You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful– or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to.”—What Happens After What Was “Supposed To Be” (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
“Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.”—N’Tima (via thatkindofwoman)
“Get out of bed, make a hot drink and go outside. You owe yourself that much. Maybe you still cry in far too many public bathrooms, but I swear, you stay a few seconds less every time. Smile at strangers if it’s all you can do, know that life doesn’t start when the sun rises or the credits roll but when you decide it’s time to go after what you deserve, and you deserve everything because we are alive both only once and a million times every day and every minute is something new to learn and someone new to love, and if it all crashes and burns as it so often does cling on to hope through it all and don’t ever ever ever let it go. Start your life again whenever you need to. Repeat after me: it is not yet the end. It is not yet the end. It is not yet the end.”—(via greater-reality)
yes. this. this book is one my favorite things - a constant on my nightstand. a reminder of how great running is, how it bonds us, how much it goes beyond the physical, how it transcends time, & more. every time i read it, it inspires me to run - & run better than ever before. it led me to re-examine how i run & how i could improve [which explains the pair of nike frees i picked up last week as i move towards a more “barefoot” approach to running]. if you haven’t read it, i cannot recommend it enough.
a lot has transpired sicne I was last here. big things. little things. some worth sharing, probably some not.
there are a handful of things running through my mind that I’ve been wanting to lay down here.
mostly stories about things I’ve learned, the incredible people I’ve met, and some of the really cool experiences I’ve had over the last couple months. there was so much goodness in there it seems like a daunting task to find the right words to convey it all.
In the interim of getting there, I hope y’all will bare with me…
I started my “daily joy” e-mail circulation back up last week and have found incredible motivation in doing so. an idea gently borrowed from emily that has shifted into a daily picture (usually a landscape from the mountains or a place near and dear to my heart) and a short accompanying line, goal, or story.
I haven’t been able to shake tuesday’s shots. probably because it’s a perfect exposition of things I am really looking forward to: the mountains, mountain biking (well, I am working on that part), warm weather, green grass, and photography.
“Mountains inspire awe in any human person who has a soul. They remind us of our frailty, our unimportance, of the briefness of our span upon this earth. They touch the heavens, and sail serenely at an altitude beyond even the imaginings of a mere mortal.”—Elizabeth Aston/Edmonson (via stephontherun)
“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.”—