6.21.2016
VLOG 03: Sentimental Sand Pt. 2

VLOG 03: Sentimental Sand Pt. 2

6.21.2016
After spending the previous day traveling to our most special spot in Cape Cod, we spent the following day in and around Gloucester with the highlight of the day being a drive to Eastern Point. Here, we collected the second half of the 'sentimental sand' for our sand ceremony we'll be having at our wedding in a few months.

We love that the two locations we are commemorating really showcase the bookends of our relationship leading up to our marriage -- where were first crossed paths when we were very little to where we settled down and got engaged. Can't get enough of it, I love when things click like this! :)



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6.14.2016
VLOG 03: Sentimental Sand Pt. 1

VLOG 03: Sentimental Sand Pt. 1

6.14.2016
We set aside an entire day to retrieve sand. Yes, you heard that right. Sounds crazy but this is not your average sand... this is sentimental sand. I can't help but laugh at that because it sounds like a darn info-mercial product name. Okay if I sound delirious, read my last post: here. #weddingbrain

So anyway, we set out to do a very quick day trip to Cape Cod to visit the neighborhood and beach that we both unknowingly and coincidentally spent our summers at when we were young(er). Since I am sentimental to a fault, we scooped up a bit of sand from that very beach to use as one half of the sand for our sand ceremony at our upcoming wedding (hence: pt. 1).

It was a grey day but it was a special day.



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Pt. 2 of our endeavor to collect sentimental sand for our wedding will posted shortly -- vlog included!
6.03.2016
It's enough.

It's enough.

6.03.2016
Hey, hi, helloooo.

I'm currently scarfing down store bought taboule and wheat crackers as an extremely late three o'clock "lunch" before we leave in twenty minutes to drive across the state for a meeting. But hey, when the words strike I have to write. Because at the rate that my brain has going lately, I will forget within a matter of minutes. I'm calling this "wedding brain" ("pregnancy brain"'s sister).

I'm here to make a comment about balance. First, here is a glimpse into reality lately:


Lists on lists on lists on list on li...

Some people can spin all their plates at the same speed, at the same time and at the same height. No matter how many plates they may have, nonetheless. Hats off to you, expert plate spinners. I commend you.

I am not part of that club. I'm part of the wedding planning (holycrap2monthsandcounting), full time day job-ing, home owning, blogging, five times a week exercising, family loving AND can't spin all of my plates club. Mastering balance acrosse the board is just not on the agenda at this moment. However, self preservation is. And just doing the damn best ya can.

While I've had literally at least four multi-page lists going for the past few weeks, today I finally sat down to consolidate it all to one mother of a master list. While doing this oddly all-too-therapeutic task, I stopped for a second, looked down at the jumble of to-do's, to-make's and to-buy's and thought... it's enough.

It's enough to find major satisfaction in making a simple (read: huge) list in a fresh new notebook.
It's enough to spin only a few plates really well right now.
It's enough to be honest with myself, others, and my priorities.

It's enough. Everything. All of it. Whatever it is you're doing, be in it.



So while I am feeling a daily shift between this:
(pure chaos)




...and this:
(complete joy/gratitude/general engagement bliss)




...it's all enough.

Yes, this is a very full time in life right now. No, I can't exactly act on every single plan we're invited to, idea I have for the blog, or home project I'm itching to do at the risk of overloading to the point of all of my plates being spun so poorly that they flop and eventually crash. But, that's alright. What I'm spinning is enough. What I'm spinning is important right here and now.


And with that long winded off-the-cuff metaphor of a brain spill, I wish you the sweetest weekend. Remember that what you're doing is important and it's enough.