
Is it any wonder why all I want to do when I come home to Austin is hang out at my parents’ house? Raw milk lattes all day followed by great wine, food, and laughs all night. So grateful for this place I can call home, with parents I love.

Pieces of my soul. That’s what I’m grateful for this week. Monday marked 9 years since my best friend was killed. It seems so long ago, yet so recent. The feeling of loss fades, but will always be present—because he is, and has, a piece of my soul. Appropriately, I celebrated his birthday and the anniversary of his…

The best therapy. Banging heavy weights. Snatch, deadlift, power clean. Squat, lunge, press. New job has me doing this less, and I didn’t know how much I needed it until I wasn’t doing it. And I got grouchy. REAL grouchy. Apologies to everyone who ever interacted with me over the past couple of weeks. I’m…

Um. Imma be honest about what I’m doing here. I’m backdating this Feel Good Friday. I got called out on it today: Friend: maybe do a double this friday? idk you’re the celebrity Here’s what I would have been grateful for had I actually posted on Friday and before the weekend took place: Good humor,…