Last weekend, the Boyfriend and I went exploring. For the past five months or so, we’ve been on opposite schedules and haven’t been able to spend a whole lot of quality time together. The remedy? Taking a quick road trip to Hog Island Oyster Farm in Marshall, CA.
If any action anyone takes doesn’t turn out how it was planned, the blame gets placed on something or someone else.
People tell me I always have an opinion. “Ask Lauren, she’ll have an opinion.” “I bet Lauren has a point of view.” “I’m sure Lauren will want to weigh in.”
Remember, in high school, when you met that one girl (or guy) with whom you just clicked? You both liked the same music, the same burrito bowl at Chipotle, the same smoothie at Jamba Juice, and therefore you were soulmates — attached at the hip. You wove together friendship bracelets and swear you’d never ever take yours off.
Facebook has gone and done it again! They’ve made some changes that will affect brand pages by March 30th. I’ve taken a little time (an hour or so) to try and digest some of the changes and interpret them through the Community Engagement lens.
No, seriously. When? I had this realization the other day when I was washing the dishes and discussing weekend plans with my boyfriend. I just might be a grown up. And I’m not really sure how I feel about this.
The past two weeks have been wonderful. As you may know, I began a “cleanse” which is really turning into what I hope to be a lifestyle change. Clean eating makes me feel so good. And my workouts? The best ever. I’m thoroughly enjoying truly taking care of my body.
The past two months have been a blur. Christmas in Sonoma. Phoenix between Christmas and New Years. New Years Eve in San Francisco. Weekend with my brother. My dad in town for my Big Birthday. Then Chicago last week for work.
I hadn’t cried in a while. It’s not that I couldn’t, it’s just that it takes the right place, right time, right mix of crap in life to make me really cry.
It seems to be this way every year — I wake up and it’s suddenly January. Christmas lights have been taken down, cinnamon candles snuffed out, gingerbread cookies meeting their fate at the bottom of a Glad bag. And the holiday season — my favorite season — has come and gone in a daze.
There must be a new year coming up because change is in the air.
One year ago today, an extremely nervous man knocked on my door. He had earphones in and a notebook with the cover turned inside out so the pages were visible.
