Friday, January 23, 2015

Friday Feelings

via my inspiration board

Oh, hi. I'm just casually pulling myself from my bed and trying desperately to tame my dried-while-I-slept-and-thus-is-sticking-up-everywhere hair...while sipping coffee to wake myself up, trying to finish French homework + blasting tunes.

Does anyone else feel like this week was a train that wouldn't slow down and just kept crashing? Caitlin + I were texting this morning about photos and rotten mornings...sometimes it feels the universe conspires against us. So naturally, we decided to build a time machine and go blow up this past week. I suggested we kill Hitler (Whovians? Ya get me?)

As I was formerly sighing about, this week was just rough. But then again, I suppose I just don't want to admit ever week is rough. Assignments, rushing from meetings to meetings, waiting in long lines, ignoring the shambles my room is currently in because I have no time to clean, stacking mugs on the counter, frantically trying to order a planner and my credit card deciding it hated me by refusing to work, and accidentally forgetting to text two different people back then remembering days later.

Like I said...rough week. So I'm stopping the presses and changing my plans to go to the Pro-Life rally this weekend in Austin. As much as I want to, I need to take care of myself. I've learned after almost three years in college that it never works out well if I run myself ragged...and here we are, in the second week of the semester and I'm already exhausted.

Time management is hard, but sometimes you have to say 'No.' People have been talking about their word for the year - words like Hope, Grace, Believe, Brave. And y'all...mine is No.

Last semester, I was better at it, but slipped back into my old ways of "Oh! Let me help you and you and you and reorganize my own schedule and bend over backwards even if it inconveniences me!" No more. I'm taking back my life and my schedule, because in December God radically showed me that it's okay to take care of myself. 

Even more shocking, it's incredibly important that I take care of myself. And that means guarding my time. Because every "yes" is a "no" to something or someone else.

So I'm saying no this weekend, and yes to getting a proper amount of sleep, to cleaning my room, to organizing my life, to replying to emails, to doing what I need to in preparation for next week. To be a person who's whole, not ragged and run to pieces. I don't ever want to be that again.

Happy Friday, friends - hope your weekend is one of rest + relaxation also!

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Some Exciting News



Hi, friends! So if you follow along on Instagram, then you saw my big hair change reveal a few weeks ago, but I'm just now getting around to posting it here. So...yes, I'm blonde!

 It was quite an exciting and terrifying decision; I went back and forth for the longest time + almost talked myself out of it three different times. But six rounds of bleach later, I'm happy with the final product. And my hair is practically gone! It's so short, but I've grown to absolutely love it. It's extremely liberating and I finally feel older and more sophisticated. Overall, it's been a great experience. And now I can say that my hair has been all four colors: brown (my natural shade), red, black, and blonde!

In other exciting announcements, Elena brought it to my attention that I was nominated for Most Inspiring Catholic Blog in the 2015 Sheenazing Awards - such a delightful surprise!

I'm honored just to be nominated, but if you've ever enjoyed a post or two, I'd be so grateful if you hopped over and voted for My Spare Oom. Elena is also nominated for Best Non-Papist Blog, Amanda for Best Under-Appreciated Blog, and Iris for Best Vlogger - so don't forget to vote for those lovely ladies too!

Happy Wednesday, friends. Hope it's a good one!

Friday, January 16, 2015

Friday Feelings


I'm currently sipping a mug of coconut mocha-flavored coffee with soy creamer (because Whole30), this gorgeous candle is burning, and it's Friday. 

And man, do I feel it all. 

It's only been the first week of school and already I'm exhausted. My old friends the dark under-eye-circles are back (too soon, too soon), and I am fervently grateful for this nice long weekend ahead of me - and for the man whom it honors and his fight for equality. At the moment though, I'm just tired and feeling all the feelings. 

Probably because I've been living up to my name by accidentally dumping an entire plate of salad and chicken on the floor last night and then forgetting to turn my phone off in yoga this morning, so the annoying alarm that went off halfway through was mine. The shame. 

The first week of a new semester is always interesting as you get into a new routine but nothing feels "routine" yet; it's all new and unexpected and you're working out the kinks. There've been numerous kinks this week...like when I accidentally slept through my alarm and missed my first ballet class. Thankfully, my instructor is sweeter than sugar itself and so cute, stylish, and blonde that I simultaneously want her to be my aunt, godmother, or that friend you meet for coffee that has her life together and inspires you to do the same. 

A girl can dream. 

In the meantime, I'm shopping for a planner (I really dropped the ball this year as my favorite line GreenRoom was discontinued by Target and Emily Ley's Simplified planner that I've been eyeing for years is now sold out) and am itching to get these next few months laid out where my super-visual self can see them. 

So I'm just over here wearing all the infinity scarves and my very-un-fashion-blogger black fleece jacket because it. is. freezing. cold every day. 

Which means I'm looking forward to hibernating in my room this weekend (no random people! no school! no having to wear actual clothes [yogapantsftw]!) and I can pretend like this is a life option. 

Or just plan to become a cat lady. I'm actually really okay with the idea of ending up living solo with shelves of candles + good books; an endless supply of coffee; a little garden; and one or two fat, fluffy cats. If you too are planning on hunkering down + pretending to be a cat this weekend, feel free to come say hi on Instagram or Pinterest (where I'll be taking my study breaks and adding to my Inspiration board).

 And now, as Porky said in the golden years of our childhood, "Th-th-th-that's all, folks!"

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

What I'm...





Reading: As I'm back at school now and the workload is already beginning to pile up (18 hours is no joke, friends), I'm not reading much for fun right now. Which is why I book-binged during my last week at home. Lovely reads included the first Bridget Jones Diary (I'd seen the second film, but hadn't read the books before), The Expats, and The False Prince. Loved and laughed through every page of BJD, didn't understand the hype over Expats, and saw the dramatic twist coming at the end of False Prince.

Things got a little extreme when I set a personal new record by reading both this book and this one the night before I left for school. I got probably three hours of sleep. But so. Worth. It. They were both books that made go silent for a little bit afterwards as the story settled in your soul. I love Liane Moriarty after first devouring What Alice Forget last summer (go read it now if you haven't - one of my favorite books period). But of the two, Tell The Wolves I'm Home was by far the most impactful. Not for everyone, I think, but such an incredibly powerful and bewitching story about a young girl, AIDS, and the first love you never forget.


Eating + Drinking:  I want to reset my body and just try to eat clean for the rest of January, so I'm doing an abbreviated version of the Whole 30 - meaning no gluten, sugar, or dairy. Because I eat in dining halls + my room, I can't cook much, so I'm keeping in legumes + whatnot. Today's eats were kombucha, hummus + carrots, and coffee with soy milk creamer. I want to reset my body and just try to eat clean for the rest of January. Meanwhile, I'm craving bagels, cream cheese + donuts. sigh.


Wearing: Feeling nicely put together in black jeans (which I'm never taking off, thank you very much), chambray shirt layered underneath a charcoal grey one, ankle boots + leopard earrings.


Watching: I am that girl in the middle of seven different tv shows...because, well, Netflix. And I keep seeing new ones to try. I was feeling particularly rebellious on Sunday night since classes started the next day and once that happened, I knew I'd lose all my free time. So instead of printing out syllabi and planning my schedule, I watched the last few episodes + finale of Arrow season 2.

And basically lost my mind. I'm not even apologizing for my behavior; I screamed and gasped so many different times. I'm pretty sure my phone was about to break from me texting my younger sister (who's on season 3) every 5 seconds in all caps: "OMG _____ JUST SHOT ____ AND THEN HE LEFT...I CANT HANDLE THIS I CANT HANDLE - WAIT, SUCH AND SUCH IS ALIVE? NOOOOO.....WAIT, _____ JUST TOLD HER THAT HE LOVES HER AAAAAHHHHHH"

And so on. Then I called her after finishing the finale and we rehashed everything and I finally got my heart level down again. Whew. It's rough being a fan. I hadn't gone through such agony since the last episode of Sherlock and then the final episode of Merlin. There was much angst that night.


Listening: The winter chill has had me lighting a candle every evening and putting on soft, folksy tunes. I've been on a Kings of Convenience kick lately and am just now discovering the wonderful ness of Fleet Foxes. Rule My World, Caymen Islands, I'd Rather Dance with You, The Build-Up are some favorites from KoC. And I can't stop playing Fleet Foxes' Blue Ridge Mountains, Tiger Mountain Peasant Song  + Your Protector.


(Planning): the rest of the week, my weekly routine from here on out, homework, and what to wear tomorrow.

Anything new you're listening to or reading? 

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Tuesday Tunes

via my inspiration board
First post of 2015! I'm writing this with a multicolored Post-It note to-do list + an iced gingerbread latte by my side, so the day is good.

Already the year is off to an adventurous start...I rang in the new year with some of my closest friends in New Orleans which meant exploring the French Quarter in all its nighttime Christmas splendor, late night beignets, and many many rounds of Pictionary Telephone. Because when I party, I party hard, yo.

I'm getting ready to head back to school which means packing, sending emails, checking my new class schedule, returning library books, and getting my hairs done. I'll be shooting some outfit posts in the next few days, so keep an eye out for those!

In the meantime, I thought I'd share some of my favorite upbeat tunes - nothing speeds along cleaning, to-dos, errands, or the day like some good jams.



Enjoy friends and thanks for reading! Best wishes + lots of love to you in this new year.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

2014

                   

Another year come and gone.

I'm almost tempted to be wistful, to think 'where did the years go?' and yet I am not. It feels like shedding old skin, like weeding through the closet and finally finally giving away the top you've liked for so long but whose time has finally gone.

And there's no regret, just a quiet sitting back on heels and feeling at peace.

 It's time to let go. It's time to move on. It's time for some change.

2015 brims ahead of me - so full and fresh and endless with opportunities + possibilities. A fresh start. A new "do-over." An exciting mystery.

2014 was a year that brought no earth-shattering changes: I stayed in school, stayed on this continent, stayed single.

And yet, so much changed. 

My heart, my outlook, my soul, even my hair. I went from dark auburn to black to ombré. 

So here is to 2015...to even more hair changes, to more laughs and cups of chai lattes, to turning 22, to finishing junior year of college, of becoming more and more who I am. 

Happy New Year's, friends. Thanks for reading and sticking around. I'll see you next year.  

Thursday, December 11, 2014

December Thoughts


1. I have fully embraced my simplistic hipster-with-an-affinity-for-modern-sleekness style. I used to love wear more bright colors and head-to-toe coordinated outfits, but now (and for a while) I'm drawn to neutral tones, denim, ankle boots, leggings, and simple make-up. 

I call it being almost 22 - or wearing only what I really like. It feels good to rotate core items and mix-and-match. It's almost a little...dare I say it....like a capsule wardrobe. 

2. I have a nice little routine down when I'm not rushing thirty million different places...I come "home", drop my backpack, slip off my boots (it's usually boots I'm wearing these days) and slip on my moccasins, light my favorite Bath&Body Works candle (either Ski Lodge or Fireside), and put on Chet Baker. Jazz + candles make everything better.

3. I haven't blogged...really, anything lately. No Real Life Wednesdays, no Modest Mondays, no nothing. And it's been good. I never intended to really take a blogging sabbatical, but it felt good not to blog, not to worry about posts, not to feel the pressure of page views and whether someone commented, and if they weren't did that mean I needed to  revamp my blog?

For the first time in, ever, I stopped constantly checking my blog and just enjoyed reading others' blogs. I stayed constant on IG and Pinned as always, because, well, we all know it's my version of therapy. Mostly I lived and tried to be present in my daily life. It was good because the past two months contained challenges and tasks and emotions I never saw coming...my spirit + mind + body couldn't have handled anything extra. I'm grateful I listened to God's nudge to take a step back. I needed it.

Which is why it was so refreshing to check back this past week and see sweet comments from a few of you readers. I might not have hundreds of followers, but I'm happy just to have some special, kind souls who brighten my day with their words. Thank you, friends.

4. I've been eating a great deal of chicken and salad lately...and occasionally, pizza. Because I've somehow reached a place of peace with my body and so I know how much to feed it now and how much is too much. I'm on a chicken Ceasar salad kick though and am riding it for as long as I can. Meaning, it's what I eat every day. That and iced coffee/iced lattes/iced Peppermint Mochas from Starbucks.

5. I've felt more "me" in the past month than I ever have...it's what happens Junior year, I think. You've settled into your skin, into your core friend group, into who you want to be, into what you like and what you dislike. And I am okay with the person I am becoming. I am okay with the person I am.

I like her. She's come a long way...she's calmer, quieter, much more introverted, wears leggings + yoga pants, dyes her hair if she wants to, loves deeply, and knows that change - while painful - is always good.

She's falling in love with winter, and with December; with Advent and the promise of Christmas.

The promise of a new year.