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12.17.2015

lately.

I went for a hike with my dad this weekend, and finally used the panoramic feature on my phone. 

There aren't any ornaments (just my gold pinecone garland), but I've been loving my big, fat tree. 

Someone has been exceptionally lazy most mornings. I have to drag her out of bed.

I know that everyone is saying it, but I can't believe Christmas is a week away. I still have to finish my shopping, but it shouldn't be too terrible--I'm pretty sure I know what I'm getting. And as much as I love not freezing to death, the temperatures in the Northeast are not screaming holidays--it's been in the high 40s/50s and seems more like spring than December.

I'm loving my job more and more, and I've been getting back into workout mode (I'm planning on running a half marathon in March, which should be good motivation) -- things are, in general, pretty great. 

But despite all the good, I always seem to struggle this time of year--a huge part of me loves the holidays and the festivities and all of the things that go along with it, but another part of me has a tough time...in a major way. 

In closing, THIS:

via goop instagram

1 comment:

  1. It is supposed to be 70 degrees here on Christmas Eve. Yuck.
    Glad you are getting back into the swing of things! This time of year is amazing, but yes, it was always tough at the same time.

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