All in love

Fighting Fear with Gratitude

In tonight's post, I tackle what's been plaguing me for almost two months now: abject fear regarding my health and the uncertainty of the path it will take. Let me be completely honest – this is a very new feeling for me and I absolutely hate it. Sure I have wrestled with a plethora of emotions regarding my health: anxiety and depression surrounding the future, trauma from the past, a sense of loss over certain things (like the ability to biologically carry a child) but I have truly never really experienced any day to day consistent fear and panic. In fact, I was the complete opposite.

The sun, the sand, the sea...and us three!

"I love my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case...my heart might stop. My mind may forget. I love them with my soul. My soul never stops or forgets" - Rumi

All of these quotes sum up so perfectly how I've been feeling lately. This post isn't going to be embedded with sage wisdom or earth shattering advice. I'm not going to stress over it's length or it's composure - rather it's going to encompass what we initially envisioned when Allison proposed the title of the blog....something I have really been loving lately!! For me these past few weeks it's been simple: friendship. So this post is all about the celebration, and necessity, of one's best friends. Of girl time. Of escaping reality. Of refreshing your soul.

To be totally honest with you guys, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to swing my Loving Lately post this month. The sh*t basically hit the fan last Friday night and our world blew up a little. Loving Lately has hands down been one of the best things about this year for me. I take writing for the blog very seriously and my writing process and timeline is usually pretty planned and precise. But this post? Well this post is going to be messy and raw and vulnerable and probably unedited.

In this piece I really wanted to showcase others perspectives as opposed to just mine. The flip side of the coin. The stories of those who provide love and care to us. Who nourish us and allow us to be who we are. To feel what we feel. I decided to briefly interview four of the most impressive caregivers I know (excluding my husband, as ours is a story for another time): my grandmother, my mom, my dad and Stacy

You & (the real) Me

Millions of times I’ve wanted to write about you and me.  But I’ve never really had the right words.  I’ve started and never finished so many pieces, there being no way to wrap what we are up into a neat little bow.

...you're going where?! was the response I got from essentially everyone when I told them that Mike and I would be traveling to Albania this past August. Most people can't even find Albania on a map, let alone conceptualize traveling there, but we are now among the fortune few who have!

Although it sounds cliché, and is often not what one with chronic illness wants to hear, I do believe that everything happens for a reason. While I don't identify as particularly religious, I do consider myself extremely spiritual and in tune with the universe