Round 70. Closet Edit. 

File this under things I thought I’d keep forever. Looking in to closet I spotted this Polaroid camera that I picked up at a yard sale. It never worked and I told myself that’s okay because it filled some vintage cool component at the time. I also believed that it would work, some day, some how.  It didn’t. 

As kitschy as it is, I don’t see a place for it in our space and am confident that it will be picked up and well lived in the near future by a new owner. 

Round 69. Yard edit. 

Last Sunday, Bailey and I adventures to Houston, TX, for rock climbing and IKEA. We returned with a van full of boxes and hours of assembly ahead.

I love plants, but I am not a good lover. Things were going so smoothly before “the freeze” this year. We live in a moderate climate and I am not in the process of thinking of weather shifts. I pretty much assume that if it is cool when I leave the house, it will be warm or raining in the afternoon. I realize as I type this that it doesn’t make much sense but it seems to align closely with our weather. Needless to say, some plants needed to be tossed.

Tuesday morning, I woke and started clearing the patio space, discarding, combining plants, editing planters and so forth.

I discarded several planters that were just overgrown and not in alignment with the aesthetic we are attempting to achieve in the backyard.

 

March {un}madness. World Happiness Summit. 

lululemon is presenting partner for the first ever World Happiness Summit http://happinesssummit.world/ AND! I was one of 50 employees selected to attend the summit in Miami. 

I leave Thursday am (5:10!) for Miami to meet up with #happinesshustlers from around the globe! To say I’m pumped is an understatement. I am overwhelmed with joy and truly feel in alignment and directed by flow. Hell YES! 

Round 65. Bookshelf Edit. 

There was a time when I believed I would never part with a book. I kept books for the sake of keeping old friends around, comforting and fond memories. I have a handful of textbooks that made the cut and have been with me for quite some time. 

This Louisiana history book is one of the select few. I chucked a bit when I picked it for the edit because texts are in a sense extremely outdated. To think that this book was necessary to the point of keeping for several years – I don’t teach history so that’s not a reason to keep it- was quite naive of me.  I remember this class and it was somewhat controversial and extremely interesting; although, neither contribute to the need of keeping the text. 

As I move through this project, I’m uncovering that I keep things for a multitude of reasons. One reason is to remind myself of the existence of something in my life, another is proof that what existed had meaning and another reason is hope. There are items I have that have weathered the years because there is hope within or hope for a desired outcome. This text is exsitence of my education, my interests, my connection {and lack } to the history of my state, and an underlying notion that I have the book, therefore the class was important. 

So, today I edit this book from my shelf (and a few others) to create space for more life, more learnings and less things. 

Round 64. Bookshelf Edit. 

Sifting through the shelves in the guest room I stumbled upon this gem. I love all things planning and this book was no exception. I purchased it at Target in 2015 and scribbled yoga goals and business ideas on the pages and as I flipped through I saw notes of my first weeks at lululemon. 

This one went in the recycle bin. 

Round 61. Closet Edit. 

Bangles, bangles, bangles. For a number of years I wore a slew of bangles on my wrists. As my jewelry choices are more minimal these days, I’m editing my bangle box. I selected a few of my favorites and am donating the rest. 

In the future I plan to replace the few costume bangles I kept with mimosa handcrafted bangles (a girl needs dreams).  

*there’s a big Edit coming…I can feel it. 

Round 60. Living Room Edit.

Round 60. Holy Heck! Yay for progress. This is a big edit! I offered this chair to my brother. It is my Dad’s and I’ve had it for a few years and my brother has the footstool; so, it felt natural for me to offer the chair to Adam.

He was excited about the prospect then quickly said, “it’s not going to fit in the mini”. And it won’t, we will just need to coordinate some vehicle usage to trek this chair out to their home in the country.

Better Health. Happy Heart.

I can honestly say that this was the fittest month of my life! I accepted the challenge by our Ambassador Pat Fellows to be active everyday for the month of February. A huge part of my activity was at Iron Tribe MidCity.  I missed 3 days this month. The other 25 days I was active. Hell yes!

I walked out of IronTribe MidCity tonight and looked back at the building, the setting sun and the progress I’ve made over this month of “Trying the Tribe”.

Never did I ever anticipate loving this workout, this gym, this program, the camaraderie and the coaches as much as I do.

As I started my car, tears of gratitude, joy and strength rolled down my face. The emotions kept flowing on my drive home. As I drove in silence among the stillness of my heart, the peace of the moment overflowed me. I’m forever changed.

Each member I encountered over this month helped shape my progress. My partners for workouts supported me, lifted me and added meaning to dumbbells, squats, rowing and the like. We became friends.

A tribe is a group of like minded individuals. We all showed up with different goals, and our bond strengthened as we continued to show up for one another at 6:15am Monday mornings and 4:15pm on Friday afternoons, and countless classes in between. It’s been an honor to workout with the fine humans of MidCity Tribe.

Xoxo

Round 56. Craft Edit. 

Fuse beads. The popular craft of creating with plastic and fusing your art together with an iron in mere seconds – for your parents to treasure.  Kids will use templates or create their own creations using an array of colors and spending oodles of time. A parents dream on a rainy day. Spilled fuse beads and incorrect heating is the nightmare side of fuse beads. It’s all fun until the project fails. 

Dear Fuse Beads, 

Thanks for the memories – smiles and tears. 

Love,

Mom to meticulous artists