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Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Cats of 2025. Aka the glorious creatures who kept me endlessly entertained and comforted all year. Lady and Squid- mama loves you so freaking much!! Endless gratitude to @thecatposse for bringing them into my life and for your tireless fight for abused and neglected cats. This January, it’ll be 2 years since we adopted Lady and 1 year of Squid. 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

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Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

Friends and lovers of 2025 💗

To those pictured and not pictured - thanks for all the belly laughs and bear hugs. Here’s to brighter days and peace for all in 2026 and beyond.

(Pt 2.) I want 2024 to be a year of connection - reconnecting with old friends and new, connecting with nature, connecting with my spirit. Connecting with animals (this is the year I will rescue an animal.) Connecting with my body. I wish to plant plants and dance more. Host tea parties and yoga nidra nights. I wish to continue deconstructing the harmful systems of oppression I’ve been raised in. Spend less time on this device in my hands. Complain less (or not at all.) spend time with my friends’ babies. Sing more. Hold onto hope in a hopeless time. Wishing especially that 2024 is a year of Peace on Earth for all. And with that, that we’ll all make more music together, because I believe making music together will heal us and the planet.

(Pt 2.) I want 2024 to be a year of connection - reconnecting with old friends and new, connecting with nature, connecting with my spirit. Connecting with animals (this is the year I will rescue an animal.) Connecting with my body. I wish to plant plants and dance more. Host tea parties and yoga nidra nights. I wish to continue deconstructing the harmful systems of oppression I’ve been raised in. Spend less time on this device in my hands. Complain less (or not at all.) spend time with my friends’ babies. Sing more. Hold onto hope in a hopeless time. Wishing especially that 2024 is a year of Peace on Earth for all. And with that, that we’ll all make more music together, because I believe making music together will heal us and the planet.

(Pt 2.) I want 2024 to be a year of connection - reconnecting with old friends and new, connecting with nature, connecting with my spirit. Connecting with animals (this is the year I will rescue an animal.) Connecting with my body. I wish to plant plants and dance more. Host tea parties and yoga nidra nights. I wish to continue deconstructing the harmful systems of oppression I’ve been raised in. Spend less time on this device in my hands. Complain less (or not at all.) spend time with my friends’ babies. Sing more. Hold onto hope in a hopeless time. Wishing especially that 2024 is a year of Peace on Earth for all. And with that, that we’ll all make more music together, because I believe making music together will heal us and the planet.

(Pt 2.) I want 2024 to be a year of connection - reconnecting with old friends and new, connecting with nature, connecting with my spirit. Connecting with animals (this is the year I will rescue an animal.) Connecting with my body. I wish to plant plants and dance more. Host tea parties and yoga nidra nights. I wish to continue deconstructing the harmful systems of oppression I’ve been raised in. Spend less time on this device in my hands. Complain less (or not at all.) spend time with my friends’ babies. Sing more. Hold onto hope in a hopeless time. Wishing especially that 2024 is a year of Peace on Earth for all. And with that, that we’ll all make more music together, because I believe making music together will heal us and the planet.

(Pt 2.) I want 2024 to be a year of connection - reconnecting with old friends and new, connecting with nature, connecting with my spirit. Connecting with animals (this is the year I will rescue an animal.) Connecting with my body. I wish to plant plants and dance more. Host tea parties and yoga nidra nights. I wish to continue deconstructing the harmful systems of oppression I’ve been raised in. Spend less time on this device in my hands. Complain less (or not at all.) spend time with my friends’ babies. Sing more. Hold onto hope in a hopeless time. Wishing especially that 2024 is a year of Peace on Earth for all. And with that, that we’ll all make more music together, because I believe making music together will heal us and the planet.

(Pt 2.) I want 2024 to be a year of connection - reconnecting with old friends and new, connecting with nature, connecting with my spirit. Connecting with animals (this is the year I will rescue an animal.) Connecting with my body. I wish to plant plants and dance more. Host tea parties and yoga nidra nights. I wish to continue deconstructing the harmful systems of oppression I’ve been raised in. Spend less time on this device in my hands. Complain less (or not at all.) spend time with my friends’ babies. Sing more. Hold onto hope in a hopeless time. Wishing especially that 2024 is a year of Peace on Earth for all. And with that, that we’ll all make more music together, because I believe making music together will heal us and the planet.

(Pt 2.) I want 2024 to be a year of connection - reconnecting with old friends and new, connecting with nature, connecting with my spirit. Connecting with animals (this is the year I will rescue an animal.) Connecting with my body. I wish to plant plants and dance more. Host tea parties and yoga nidra nights. I wish to continue deconstructing the harmful systems of oppression I’ve been raised in. Spend less time on this device in my hands. Complain less (or not at all.) spend time with my friends’ babies. Sing more. Hold onto hope in a hopeless time. Wishing especially that 2024 is a year of Peace on Earth for all. And with that, that we’ll all make more music together, because I believe making music together will heal us and the planet.

(Pt 2.) I want 2024 to be a year of connection - reconnecting with old friends and new, connecting with nature, connecting with my spirit. Connecting with animals (this is the year I will rescue an animal.) Connecting with my body. I wish to plant plants and dance more. Host tea parties and yoga nidra nights. I wish to continue deconstructing the harmful systems of oppression I’ve been raised in. Spend less time on this device in my hands. Complain less (or not at all.) spend time with my friends’ babies. Sing more. Hold onto hope in a hopeless time. Wishing especially that 2024 is a year of Peace on Earth for all. And with that, that we’ll all make more music together, because I believe making music together will heal us and the planet.

(Pt 2.) I want 2024 to be a year of connection - reconnecting with old friends and new, connecting with nature, connecting with my spirit. Connecting with animals (this is the year I will rescue an animal.) Connecting with my body. I wish to plant plants and dance more. Host tea parties and yoga nidra nights. I wish to continue deconstructing the harmful systems of oppression I’ve been raised in. Spend less time on this device in my hands. Complain less (or not at all.) spend time with my friends’ babies. Sing more. Hold onto hope in a hopeless time. Wishing especially that 2024 is a year of Peace on Earth for all. And with that, that we’ll all make more music together, because I believe making music together will heal us and the planet.

(Pt 2.) I want 2024 to be a year of connection - reconnecting with old friends and new, connecting with nature, connecting with my spirit. Connecting with animals (this is the year I will rescue an animal.) Connecting with my body. I wish to plant plants and dance more. Host tea parties and yoga nidra nights. I wish to continue deconstructing the harmful systems of oppression I’ve been raised in. Spend less time on this device in my hands. Complain less (or not at all.) spend time with my friends’ babies. Sing more. Hold onto hope in a hopeless time. Wishing especially that 2024 is a year of Peace on Earth for all. And with that, that we’ll all make more music together, because I believe making music together will heal us and the planet.

2023 recap: (pt 1)
-spent an absurd (and yet still not enough) amount of time at the beach.
-enjoyed quiet nights in our sweet montecito cottage.
-watched dear friends become first time parents.
-ate a ton of delicious food, heavy on the shrimp cocktail and Caesar salad (this is the year I’ve concluded Caesar is officially the best salad.)
-blessed by some incredible private cooking opportunities.
-started art classes again for the first time since high school - at SBCC and continued at PCC.
-rediscovered my love of photography.
-made lovely new friends.
-started bringing bicycle playing cards everywhere.
-returned to therapy (found two wonderful therapists) and began attending women’s process group.
-said goodbye to grandma.
-left Santa Barbara 🥺
-adjusted to Pasadena life.
-became a godmother.
-clocked many steps at the Huntington (whatup membership.)
-saw some great live music for the first time post-covid.
-got back into bread baking.
-started a new job with great people.
-spent a lot of time on Instagram doom-scrolling and losing faith in humanity.
-got lost in some beautiful paintings.
-smelled as many roses as I could.

2023 recap: (pt 1)
-spent an absurd (and yet still not enough) amount of time at the beach.
-enjoyed quiet nights in our sweet montecito cottage.
-watched dear friends become first time parents.
-ate a ton of delicious food, heavy on the shrimp cocktail and Caesar salad (this is the year I’ve concluded Caesar is officially the best salad.)
-blessed by some incredible private cooking opportunities.
-started art classes again for the first time since high school - at SBCC and continued at PCC.
-rediscovered my love of photography.
-made lovely new friends.
-started bringing bicycle playing cards everywhere.
-returned to therapy (found two wonderful therapists) and began attending women’s process group.
-said goodbye to grandma.
-left Santa Barbara 🥺
-adjusted to Pasadena life.
-became a godmother.
-clocked many steps at the Huntington (whatup membership.)
-saw some great live music for the first time post-covid.
-got back into bread baking.
-started a new job with great people.
-spent a lot of time on Instagram doom-scrolling and losing faith in humanity.
-got lost in some beautiful paintings.
-smelled as many roses as I could.

2023 recap: (pt 1)
-spent an absurd (and yet still not enough) amount of time at the beach.
-enjoyed quiet nights in our sweet montecito cottage.
-watched dear friends become first time parents.
-ate a ton of delicious food, heavy on the shrimp cocktail and Caesar salad (this is the year I’ve concluded Caesar is officially the best salad.)
-blessed by some incredible private cooking opportunities.
-started art classes again for the first time since high school - at SBCC and continued at PCC.
-rediscovered my love of photography.
-made lovely new friends.
-started bringing bicycle playing cards everywhere.
-returned to therapy (found two wonderful therapists) and began attending women’s process group.
-said goodbye to grandma.
-left Santa Barbara 🥺
-adjusted to Pasadena life.
-became a godmother.
-clocked many steps at the Huntington (whatup membership.)
-saw some great live music for the first time post-covid.
-got back into bread baking.
-started a new job with great people.
-spent a lot of time on Instagram doom-scrolling and losing faith in humanity.
-got lost in some beautiful paintings.
-smelled as many roses as I could.

2023 recap: (pt 1)
-spent an absurd (and yet still not enough) amount of time at the beach.
-enjoyed quiet nights in our sweet montecito cottage.
-watched dear friends become first time parents.
-ate a ton of delicious food, heavy on the shrimp cocktail and Caesar salad (this is the year I’ve concluded Caesar is officially the best salad.)
-blessed by some incredible private cooking opportunities.
-started art classes again for the first time since high school - at SBCC and continued at PCC.
-rediscovered my love of photography.
-made lovely new friends.
-started bringing bicycle playing cards everywhere.
-returned to therapy (found two wonderful therapists) and began attending women’s process group.
-said goodbye to grandma.
-left Santa Barbara 🥺
-adjusted to Pasadena life.
-became a godmother.
-clocked many steps at the Huntington (whatup membership.)
-saw some great live music for the first time post-covid.
-got back into bread baking.
-started a new job with great people.
-spent a lot of time on Instagram doom-scrolling and losing faith in humanity.
-got lost in some beautiful paintings.
-smelled as many roses as I could.

2023 recap: (pt 1)
-spent an absurd (and yet still not enough) amount of time at the beach.
-enjoyed quiet nights in our sweet montecito cottage.
-watched dear friends become first time parents.
-ate a ton of delicious food, heavy on the shrimp cocktail and Caesar salad (this is the year I’ve concluded Caesar is officially the best salad.)
-blessed by some incredible private cooking opportunities.
-started art classes again for the first time since high school - at SBCC and continued at PCC.
-rediscovered my love of photography.
-made lovely new friends.
-started bringing bicycle playing cards everywhere.
-returned to therapy (found two wonderful therapists) and began attending women’s process group.
-said goodbye to grandma.
-left Santa Barbara 🥺
-adjusted to Pasadena life.
-became a godmother.
-clocked many steps at the Huntington (whatup membership.)
-saw some great live music for the first time post-covid.
-got back into bread baking.
-started a new job with great people.
-spent a lot of time on Instagram doom-scrolling and losing faith in humanity.
-got lost in some beautiful paintings.
-smelled as many roses as I could.

2023 recap: (pt 1)
-spent an absurd (and yet still not enough) amount of time at the beach.
-enjoyed quiet nights in our sweet montecito cottage.
-watched dear friends become first time parents.
-ate a ton of delicious food, heavy on the shrimp cocktail and Caesar salad (this is the year I’ve concluded Caesar is officially the best salad.)
-blessed by some incredible private cooking opportunities.
-started art classes again for the first time since high school - at SBCC and continued at PCC.
-rediscovered my love of photography.
-made lovely new friends.
-started bringing bicycle playing cards everywhere.
-returned to therapy (found two wonderful therapists) and began attending women’s process group.
-said goodbye to grandma.
-left Santa Barbara 🥺
-adjusted to Pasadena life.
-became a godmother.
-clocked many steps at the Huntington (whatup membership.)
-saw some great live music for the first time post-covid.
-got back into bread baking.
-started a new job with great people.
-spent a lot of time on Instagram doom-scrolling and losing faith in humanity.
-got lost in some beautiful paintings.
-smelled as many roses as I could.

2023 recap: (pt 1)
-spent an absurd (and yet still not enough) amount of time at the beach.
-enjoyed quiet nights in our sweet montecito cottage.
-watched dear friends become first time parents.
-ate a ton of delicious food, heavy on the shrimp cocktail and Caesar salad (this is the year I’ve concluded Caesar is officially the best salad.)
-blessed by some incredible private cooking opportunities.
-started art classes again for the first time since high school - at SBCC and continued at PCC.
-rediscovered my love of photography.
-made lovely new friends.
-started bringing bicycle playing cards everywhere.
-returned to therapy (found two wonderful therapists) and began attending women’s process group.
-said goodbye to grandma.
-left Santa Barbara 🥺
-adjusted to Pasadena life.
-became a godmother.
-clocked many steps at the Huntington (whatup membership.)
-saw some great live music for the first time post-covid.
-got back into bread baking.
-started a new job with great people.
-spent a lot of time on Instagram doom-scrolling and losing faith in humanity.
-got lost in some beautiful paintings.
-smelled as many roses as I could.

2023 recap: (pt 1)
-spent an absurd (and yet still not enough) amount of time at the beach.
-enjoyed quiet nights in our sweet montecito cottage.
-watched dear friends become first time parents.
-ate a ton of delicious food, heavy on the shrimp cocktail and Caesar salad (this is the year I’ve concluded Caesar is officially the best salad.)
-blessed by some incredible private cooking opportunities.
-started art classes again for the first time since high school - at SBCC and continued at PCC.
-rediscovered my love of photography.
-made lovely new friends.
-started bringing bicycle playing cards everywhere.
-returned to therapy (found two wonderful therapists) and began attending women’s process group.
-said goodbye to grandma.
-left Santa Barbara 🥺
-adjusted to Pasadena life.
-became a godmother.
-clocked many steps at the Huntington (whatup membership.)
-saw some great live music for the first time post-covid.
-got back into bread baking.
-started a new job with great people.
-spent a lot of time on Instagram doom-scrolling and losing faith in humanity.
-got lost in some beautiful paintings.
-smelled as many roses as I could.

2023 recap: (pt 1)
-spent an absurd (and yet still not enough) amount of time at the beach.
-enjoyed quiet nights in our sweet montecito cottage.
-watched dear friends become first time parents.
-ate a ton of delicious food, heavy on the shrimp cocktail and Caesar salad (this is the year I’ve concluded Caesar is officially the best salad.)
-blessed by some incredible private cooking opportunities.
-started art classes again for the first time since high school - at SBCC and continued at PCC.
-rediscovered my love of photography.
-made lovely new friends.
-started bringing bicycle playing cards everywhere.
-returned to therapy (found two wonderful therapists) and began attending women’s process group.
-said goodbye to grandma.
-left Santa Barbara 🥺
-adjusted to Pasadena life.
-became a godmother.
-clocked many steps at the Huntington (whatup membership.)
-saw some great live music for the first time post-covid.
-got back into bread baking.
-started a new job with great people.
-spent a lot of time on Instagram doom-scrolling and losing faith in humanity.
-got lost in some beautiful paintings.
-smelled as many roses as I could.

2023 recap: (pt 1)
-spent an absurd (and yet still not enough) amount of time at the beach.
-enjoyed quiet nights in our sweet montecito cottage.
-watched dear friends become first time parents.
-ate a ton of delicious food, heavy on the shrimp cocktail and Caesar salad (this is the year I’ve concluded Caesar is officially the best salad.)
-blessed by some incredible private cooking opportunities.
-started art classes again for the first time since high school - at SBCC and continued at PCC.
-rediscovered my love of photography.
-made lovely new friends.
-started bringing bicycle playing cards everywhere.
-returned to therapy (found two wonderful therapists) and began attending women’s process group.
-said goodbye to grandma.
-left Santa Barbara 🥺
-adjusted to Pasadena life.
-became a godmother.
-clocked many steps at the Huntington (whatup membership.)
-saw some great live music for the first time post-covid.
-got back into bread baking.
-started a new job with great people.
-spent a lot of time on Instagram doom-scrolling and losing faith in humanity.
-got lost in some beautiful paintings.
-smelled as many roses as I could.

For my figure drawing final this semester, the theme was Unearthed.We had a lot of freedom to go in whatever direction we wanted so long as it tied to the theme in some capacity and included the figure. Several people did paintings.Someone did an interactive piece with dirt and a shoe box. Someone even did a really awesome comic about gold mining. I had the idea to tie my project to the Mt. Vesuvius eruption in Pompeii and the plaster casts made of the victims there, using vine charcoal (burnt matter) to emulate the ashes. I learned more about the eruption and how it wiped out a couple of cities in a matter of 2 days. I intended to draw the final moments of these people facing their imminent demise, to be unearthed a couple of thousand years later.

As I started this project it became political for me. I kept thinking about how the people of Pompeii were oblivious to what was about to happen. And while today we have the technology to predict volcano eruptions, I believe we in the West forget that we are not invincible. We walk around arrogant and greedy, saying “that’s very sad” regarding people being obliterated abroad, but carry on with business as usual as if it’s not our problem. All under the guise of capitalism and it’s false promises, and while in the comfort of our homes and warm beds. I wanted the takeaway of this to be that life can change in an instant. The bubble will burst. A bomb could be dropped that we didn’t see coming. The metaphorical Vesuvius could take us down. Invicti Non Sumus is the banner I displayed over these pieces - we are not invincible. #ceasefire now.

A massive thanks to Katie, Frannie, Tasha, and Marissa for your amazing poses. You were so fun to draw and I’m so grateful for you! And big thanks to my Professor, Craig Attebery, and all the students in class with me. You inspired me to push myself harder.

For my figure drawing final this semester, the theme was Unearthed.We had a lot of freedom to go in whatever direction we wanted so long as it tied to the theme in some capacity and included the figure. Several people did paintings.Someone did an interactive piece with dirt and a shoe box. Someone even did a really awesome comic about gold mining. I had the idea to tie my project to the Mt. Vesuvius eruption in Pompeii and the plaster casts made of the victims there, using vine charcoal (burnt matter) to emulate the ashes. I learned more about the eruption and how it wiped out a couple of cities in a matter of 2 days. I intended to draw the final moments of these people facing their imminent demise, to be unearthed a couple of thousand years later.

As I started this project it became political for me. I kept thinking about how the people of Pompeii were oblivious to what was about to happen. And while today we have the technology to predict volcano eruptions, I believe we in the West forget that we are not invincible. We walk around arrogant and greedy, saying “that’s very sad” regarding people being obliterated abroad, but carry on with business as usual as if it’s not our problem. All under the guise of capitalism and it’s false promises, and while in the comfort of our homes and warm beds. I wanted the takeaway of this to be that life can change in an instant. The bubble will burst. A bomb could be dropped that we didn’t see coming. The metaphorical Vesuvius could take us down. Invicti Non Sumus is the banner I displayed over these pieces - we are not invincible. #ceasefire now.

A massive thanks to Katie, Frannie, Tasha, and Marissa for your amazing poses. You were so fun to draw and I’m so grateful for you! And big thanks to my Professor, Craig Attebery, and all the students in class with me. You inspired me to push myself harder.

For my figure drawing final this semester, the theme was Unearthed.We had a lot of freedom to go in whatever direction we wanted so long as it tied to the theme in some capacity and included the figure. Several people did paintings.Someone did an interactive piece with dirt and a shoe box. Someone even did a really awesome comic about gold mining. I had the idea to tie my project to the Mt. Vesuvius eruption in Pompeii and the plaster casts made of the victims there, using vine charcoal (burnt matter) to emulate the ashes. I learned more about the eruption and how it wiped out a couple of cities in a matter of 2 days. I intended to draw the final moments of these people facing their imminent demise, to be unearthed a couple of thousand years later.

As I started this project it became political for me. I kept thinking about how the people of Pompeii were oblivious to what was about to happen. And while today we have the technology to predict volcano eruptions, I believe we in the West forget that we are not invincible. We walk around arrogant and greedy, saying “that’s very sad” regarding people being obliterated abroad, but carry on with business as usual as if it’s not our problem. All under the guise of capitalism and it’s false promises, and while in the comfort of our homes and warm beds. I wanted the takeaway of this to be that life can change in an instant. The bubble will burst. A bomb could be dropped that we didn’t see coming. The metaphorical Vesuvius could take us down. Invicti Non Sumus is the banner I displayed over these pieces - we are not invincible. #ceasefire now.

A massive thanks to Katie, Frannie, Tasha, and Marissa for your amazing poses. You were so fun to draw and I’m so grateful for you! And big thanks to my Professor, Craig Attebery, and all the students in class with me. You inspired me to push myself harder.

For my figure drawing final this semester, the theme was Unearthed.We had a lot of freedom to go in whatever direction we wanted so long as it tied to the theme in some capacity and included the figure. Several people did paintings.Someone did an interactive piece with dirt and a shoe box. Someone even did a really awesome comic about gold mining. I had the idea to tie my project to the Mt. Vesuvius eruption in Pompeii and the plaster casts made of the victims there, using vine charcoal (burnt matter) to emulate the ashes. I learned more about the eruption and how it wiped out a couple of cities in a matter of 2 days. I intended to draw the final moments of these people facing their imminent demise, to be unearthed a couple of thousand years later.

As I started this project it became political for me. I kept thinking about how the people of Pompeii were oblivious to what was about to happen. And while today we have the technology to predict volcano eruptions, I believe we in the West forget that we are not invincible. We walk around arrogant and greedy, saying “that’s very sad” regarding people being obliterated abroad, but carry on with business as usual as if it’s not our problem. All under the guise of capitalism and it’s false promises, and while in the comfort of our homes and warm beds. I wanted the takeaway of this to be that life can change in an instant. The bubble will burst. A bomb could be dropped that we didn’t see coming. The metaphorical Vesuvius could take us down. Invicti Non Sumus is the banner I displayed over these pieces - we are not invincible. #ceasefire now.

A massive thanks to Katie, Frannie, Tasha, and Marissa for your amazing poses. You were so fun to draw and I’m so grateful for you! And big thanks to my Professor, Craig Attebery, and all the students in class with me. You inspired me to push myself harder.

For my figure drawing final this semester, the theme was Unearthed.We had a lot of freedom to go in whatever direction we wanted so long as it tied to the theme in some capacity and included the figure. Several people did paintings.Someone did an interactive piece with dirt and a shoe box. Someone even did a really awesome comic about gold mining. I had the idea to tie my project to the Mt. Vesuvius eruption in Pompeii and the plaster casts made of the victims there, using vine charcoal (burnt matter) to emulate the ashes. I learned more about the eruption and how it wiped out a couple of cities in a matter of 2 days. I intended to draw the final moments of these people facing their imminent demise, to be unearthed a couple of thousand years later.

As I started this project it became political for me. I kept thinking about how the people of Pompeii were oblivious to what was about to happen. And while today we have the technology to predict volcano eruptions, I believe we in the West forget that we are not invincible. We walk around arrogant and greedy, saying “that’s very sad” regarding people being obliterated abroad, but carry on with business as usual as if it’s not our problem. All under the guise of capitalism and it’s false promises, and while in the comfort of our homes and warm beds. I wanted the takeaway of this to be that life can change in an instant. The bubble will burst. A bomb could be dropped that we didn’t see coming. The metaphorical Vesuvius could take us down. Invicti Non Sumus is the banner I displayed over these pieces - we are not invincible. #ceasefire now.

A massive thanks to Katie, Frannie, Tasha, and Marissa for your amazing poses. You were so fun to draw and I’m so grateful for you! And big thanks to my Professor, Craig Attebery, and all the students in class with me. You inspired me to push myself harder.

For my figure drawing final this semester, the theme was Unearthed.We had a lot of freedom to go in whatever direction we wanted so long as it tied to the theme in some capacity and included the figure. Several people did paintings.Someone did an interactive piece with dirt and a shoe box. Someone even did a really awesome comic about gold mining. I had the idea to tie my project to the Mt. Vesuvius eruption in Pompeii and the plaster casts made of the victims there, using vine charcoal (burnt matter) to emulate the ashes. I learned more about the eruption and how it wiped out a couple of cities in a matter of 2 days. I intended to draw the final moments of these people facing their imminent demise, to be unearthed a couple of thousand years later.

As I started this project it became political for me. I kept thinking about how the people of Pompeii were oblivious to what was about to happen. And while today we have the technology to predict volcano eruptions, I believe we in the West forget that we are not invincible. We walk around arrogant and greedy, saying “that’s very sad” regarding people being obliterated abroad, but carry on with business as usual as if it’s not our problem. All under the guise of capitalism and it’s false promises, and while in the comfort of our homes and warm beds. I wanted the takeaway of this to be that life can change in an instant. The bubble will burst. A bomb could be dropped that we didn’t see coming. The metaphorical Vesuvius could take us down. Invicti Non Sumus is the banner I displayed over these pieces - we are not invincible. #ceasefire now.

A massive thanks to Katie, Frannie, Tasha, and Marissa for your amazing poses. You were so fun to draw and I’m so grateful for you! And big thanks to my Professor, Craig Attebery, and all the students in class with me. You inspired me to push myself harder.

Life announcement. (Too many photos to sift through, so here’s a sweet llama we met up in Gaviota a couple of weeks ago.)

Last week Jeffrey (josh) and I returned to Los Angeles to live - Pasadena to be precise. The place we both called home before taking the big leap up to the 805.

There’s so much I want to say about my time in Santa Barbara. So many memories, so many beautiful humans that have become like family and will remain so. I honestly don’t have the words at this moment in time. For now I can only say: Thank You Santa Barbara. With my whole heart. I’m profoundly grateful I was able to call you home. I’ll have more words in the future- it’s a little too soon right now and I miss you.

And hey LA - we’re back and we love you, always and forever. ❤️

Santa Cruz Island by kayak 💜

Santa Cruz Island by kayak 💜

Santa Cruz Island by kayak 💜

Santa Cruz Island by kayak 💜

Santa Cruz Island by kayak 💜

Santa Cruz Island by kayak 💜

Santa Cruz Island by kayak 💜

These lil pompoms seem to have appeared overnight. This is also my current fav color.
Trying to learn how to quiet the self-critical voices in my head. 💜💜 oh to be alive.

These lil pompoms seem to have appeared overnight. This is also my current fav color.
Trying to learn how to quiet the self-critical voices in my head. 💜💜 oh to be alive.

These lil pompoms seem to have appeared overnight. This is also my current fav color.
Trying to learn how to quiet the self-critical voices in my head. 💜💜 oh to be alive.

These lil pompoms seem to have appeared overnight. This is also my current fav color.
Trying to learn how to quiet the self-critical voices in my head. 💜💜 oh to be alive.

Belated congratulatory post a mi hermano y cuñada for their beautiful and insanely fun nuptials in Santander, Colombia! I wish I could turn back time and relive this week because it was life affirming to be surrounded by so many incredible humans I can now call familia.
Silvia and Jp, I love you both so much! Can’t wait to witness your relationship grow and expand in all the ways. Thanks for throwing the hottest fiesta ever. 🇨🇴❤️

Belated congratulatory post a mi hermano y cuñada for their beautiful and insanely fun nuptials in Santander, Colombia! I wish I could turn back time and relive this week because it was life affirming to be surrounded by so many incredible humans I can now call familia.
Silvia and Jp, I love you both so much! Can’t wait to witness your relationship grow and expand in all the ways. Thanks for throwing the hottest fiesta ever. 🇨🇴❤️

Belated congratulatory post a mi hermano y cuñada for their beautiful and insanely fun nuptials in Santander, Colombia! I wish I could turn back time and relive this week because it was life affirming to be surrounded by so many incredible humans I can now call familia.
Silvia and Jp, I love you both so much! Can’t wait to witness your relationship grow and expand in all the ways. Thanks for throwing the hottest fiesta ever. 🇨🇴❤️

Belated congratulatory post a mi hermano y cuñada for their beautiful and insanely fun nuptials in Santander, Colombia! I wish I could turn back time and relive this week because it was life affirming to be surrounded by so many incredible humans I can now call familia.
Silvia and Jp, I love you both so much! Can’t wait to witness your relationship grow and expand in all the ways. Thanks for throwing the hottest fiesta ever. 🇨🇴❤️

Belated congratulatory post a mi hermano y cuñada for their beautiful and insanely fun nuptials in Santander, Colombia! I wish I could turn back time and relive this week because it was life affirming to be surrounded by so many incredible humans I can now call familia.
Silvia and Jp, I love you both so much! Can’t wait to witness your relationship grow and expand in all the ways. Thanks for throwing the hottest fiesta ever. 🇨🇴❤️

Belated congratulatory post a mi hermano y cuñada for their beautiful and insanely fun nuptials in Santander, Colombia! I wish I could turn back time and relive this week because it was life affirming to be surrounded by so many incredible humans I can now call familia.
Silvia and Jp, I love you both so much! Can’t wait to witness your relationship grow and expand in all the ways. Thanks for throwing the hottest fiesta ever. 🇨🇴❤️

Belated congratulatory post a mi hermano y cuñada for their beautiful and insanely fun nuptials in Santander, Colombia! I wish I could turn back time and relive this week because it was life affirming to be surrounded by so many incredible humans I can now call familia.
Silvia and Jp, I love you both so much! Can’t wait to witness your relationship grow and expand in all the ways. Thanks for throwing the hottest fiesta ever. 🇨🇴❤️

Belated congratulatory post a mi hermano y cuñada for their beautiful and insanely fun nuptials in Santander, Colombia! I wish I could turn back time and relive this week because it was life affirming to be surrounded by so many incredible humans I can now call familia.
Silvia and Jp, I love you both so much! Can’t wait to witness your relationship grow and expand in all the ways. Thanks for throwing the hottest fiesta ever. 🇨🇴❤️

Belated congratulatory post a mi hermano y cuñada for their beautiful and insanely fun nuptials in Santander, Colombia! I wish I could turn back time and relive this week because it was life affirming to be surrounded by so many incredible humans I can now call familia.
Silvia and Jp, I love you both so much! Can’t wait to witness your relationship grow and expand in all the ways. Thanks for throwing the hottest fiesta ever. 🇨🇴❤️

Belated congratulatory post a mi hermano y cuñada for their beautiful and insanely fun nuptials in Santander, Colombia! I wish I could turn back time and relive this week because it was life affirming to be surrounded by so many incredible humans I can now call familia.
Silvia and Jp, I love you both so much! Can’t wait to witness your relationship grow and expand in all the ways. Thanks for throwing the hottest fiesta ever. 🇨🇴❤️

A month ago today we landed in Bogotá on the morning of my 34th birthday. Had a rollicking good time eating our way around this city for a total of 36 hours before flying to Bucaramanga. We had no real plan beyond dinner, but started out at La Puerta Falsa drinking hot chocolate with cheese in it and eating tamal. (Super yum.) Then meandered around the windy streets, drank café, peeped some cool art, ate street food, walked a lot, took a funny bus ride, and I had a bubble bath at our impeccably curated boutique hotel (that we pretty much had to ourselves.) Dinner at Leo provided the most interesting and memorable 4-hr dining experience (the non-alcoholic drink pairing was extremely strange, in a good way.) Then we played cards and drank herbal tea at “home” til we got real sleepy. Looking back, the coconut fish stew at La Esquina de Mary probably takes the cake for best dish we had in Bogotá and is reason enough to return.

I can’t revisit this time without also reflecting on the feelings surrounding my birthday. It was the first year I felt acutely aware of my age, a sadness around it, how much meaning my 33rd year held for me, how much transformation it brought, and the fact that it’s now behind me. I know the transformation is forever unfolding but I felt a weight despite my beautiful surroundings. “Be grateful” sometimes doesn’t cut it and you have to feel the feels, allowing them to move through you. I don’t need to hear that I’m still “so young.” I know- I see friends turning 40 and have friends in their 50s and 60s who I love and admire so much and wouldn’t consider “old” by any stretch- they’re just amazing and seeing how they show up in this world leaves me excited to reach their age. It’s a gift to grow older and I hope that each passing year brings an abundance of wisdom and grace along with it.
Thanks to my sweet love for seeing me through the sad dip and for being the best travel partner I could ask for.
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#ageisjustanumber
#bogota #bogotafood #travelgram #travel #streetfood #streetart #colombia

A month ago today we landed in Bogotá on the morning of my 34th birthday. Had a rollicking good time eating our way around this city for a total of 36 hours before flying to Bucaramanga. We had no real plan beyond dinner, but started out at La Puerta Falsa drinking hot chocolate with cheese in it and eating tamal. (Super yum.) Then meandered around the windy streets, drank café, peeped some cool art, ate street food, walked a lot, took a funny bus ride, and I had a bubble bath at our impeccably curated boutique hotel (that we pretty much had to ourselves.) Dinner at Leo provided the most interesting and memorable 4-hr dining experience (the non-alcoholic drink pairing was extremely strange, in a good way.) Then we played cards and drank herbal tea at “home” til we got real sleepy. Looking back, the coconut fish stew at La Esquina de Mary probably takes the cake for best dish we had in Bogotá and is reason enough to return.

I can’t revisit this time without also reflecting on the feelings surrounding my birthday. It was the first year I felt acutely aware of my age, a sadness around it, how much meaning my 33rd year held for me, how much transformation it brought, and the fact that it’s now behind me. I know the transformation is forever unfolding but I felt a weight despite my beautiful surroundings. “Be grateful” sometimes doesn’t cut it and you have to feel the feels, allowing them to move through you. I don’t need to hear that I’m still “so young.” I know- I see friends turning 40 and have friends in their 50s and 60s who I love and admire so much and wouldn’t consider “old” by any stretch- they’re just amazing and seeing how they show up in this world leaves me excited to reach their age. It’s a gift to grow older and I hope that each passing year brings an abundance of wisdom and grace along with it.
Thanks to my sweet love for seeing me through the sad dip and for being the best travel partner I could ask for.
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#ageisjustanumber
#bogota #bogotafood #travelgram #travel #streetfood #streetart #colombia

A month ago today we landed in Bogotá on the morning of my 34th birthday. Had a rollicking good time eating our way around this city for a total of 36 hours before flying to Bucaramanga. We had no real plan beyond dinner, but started out at La Puerta Falsa drinking hot chocolate with cheese in it and eating tamal. (Super yum.) Then meandered around the windy streets, drank café, peeped some cool art, ate street food, walked a lot, took a funny bus ride, and I had a bubble bath at our impeccably curated boutique hotel (that we pretty much had to ourselves.) Dinner at Leo provided the most interesting and memorable 4-hr dining experience (the non-alcoholic drink pairing was extremely strange, in a good way.) Then we played cards and drank herbal tea at “home” til we got real sleepy. Looking back, the coconut fish stew at La Esquina de Mary probably takes the cake for best dish we had in Bogotá and is reason enough to return.

I can’t revisit this time without also reflecting on the feelings surrounding my birthday. It was the first year I felt acutely aware of my age, a sadness around it, how much meaning my 33rd year held for me, how much transformation it brought, and the fact that it’s now behind me. I know the transformation is forever unfolding but I felt a weight despite my beautiful surroundings. “Be grateful” sometimes doesn’t cut it and you have to feel the feels, allowing them to move through you. I don’t need to hear that I’m still “so young.” I know- I see friends turning 40 and have friends in their 50s and 60s who I love and admire so much and wouldn’t consider “old” by any stretch- they’re just amazing and seeing how they show up in this world leaves me excited to reach their age. It’s a gift to grow older and I hope that each passing year brings an abundance of wisdom and grace along with it.
Thanks to my sweet love for seeing me through the sad dip and for being the best travel partner I could ask for.
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#ageisjustanumber
#bogota #bogotafood #travelgram #travel #streetfood #streetart #colombia

A month ago today we landed in Bogotá on the morning of my 34th birthday. Had a rollicking good time eating our way around this city for a total of 36 hours before flying to Bucaramanga. We had no real plan beyond dinner, but started out at La Puerta Falsa drinking hot chocolate with cheese in it and eating tamal. (Super yum.) Then meandered around the windy streets, drank café, peeped some cool art, ate street food, walked a lot, took a funny bus ride, and I had a bubble bath at our impeccably curated boutique hotel (that we pretty much had to ourselves.) Dinner at Leo provided the most interesting and memorable 4-hr dining experience (the non-alcoholic drink pairing was extremely strange, in a good way.) Then we played cards and drank herbal tea at “home” til we got real sleepy. Looking back, the coconut fish stew at La Esquina de Mary probably takes the cake for best dish we had in Bogotá and is reason enough to return.

I can’t revisit this time without also reflecting on the feelings surrounding my birthday. It was the first year I felt acutely aware of my age, a sadness around it, how much meaning my 33rd year held for me, how much transformation it brought, and the fact that it’s now behind me. I know the transformation is forever unfolding but I felt a weight despite my beautiful surroundings. “Be grateful” sometimes doesn’t cut it and you have to feel the feels, allowing them to move through you. I don’t need to hear that I’m still “so young.” I know- I see friends turning 40 and have friends in their 50s and 60s who I love and admire so much and wouldn’t consider “old” by any stretch- they’re just amazing and seeing how they show up in this world leaves me excited to reach their age. It’s a gift to grow older and I hope that each passing year brings an abundance of wisdom and grace along with it.
Thanks to my sweet love for seeing me through the sad dip and for being the best travel partner I could ask for.
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#ageisjustanumber
#bogota #bogotafood #travelgram #travel #streetfood #streetart #colombia

A month ago today we landed in Bogotá on the morning of my 34th birthday. Had a rollicking good time eating our way around this city for a total of 36 hours before flying to Bucaramanga. We had no real plan beyond dinner, but started out at La Puerta Falsa drinking hot chocolate with cheese in it and eating tamal. (Super yum.) Then meandered around the windy streets, drank café, peeped some cool art, ate street food, walked a lot, took a funny bus ride, and I had a bubble bath at our impeccably curated boutique hotel (that we pretty much had to ourselves.) Dinner at Leo provided the most interesting and memorable 4-hr dining experience (the non-alcoholic drink pairing was extremely strange, in a good way.) Then we played cards and drank herbal tea at “home” til we got real sleepy. Looking back, the coconut fish stew at La Esquina de Mary probably takes the cake for best dish we had in Bogotá and is reason enough to return.

I can’t revisit this time without also reflecting on the feelings surrounding my birthday. It was the first year I felt acutely aware of my age, a sadness around it, how much meaning my 33rd year held for me, how much transformation it brought, and the fact that it’s now behind me. I know the transformation is forever unfolding but I felt a weight despite my beautiful surroundings. “Be grateful” sometimes doesn’t cut it and you have to feel the feels, allowing them to move through you. I don’t need to hear that I’m still “so young.” I know- I see friends turning 40 and have friends in their 50s and 60s who I love and admire so much and wouldn’t consider “old” by any stretch- they’re just amazing and seeing how they show up in this world leaves me excited to reach their age. It’s a gift to grow older and I hope that each passing year brings an abundance of wisdom and grace along with it.
Thanks to my sweet love for seeing me through the sad dip and for being the best travel partner I could ask for.
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#ageisjustanumber
#bogota #bogotafood #travelgram #travel #streetfood #streetart #colombia

A month ago today we landed in Bogotá on the morning of my 34th birthday. Had a rollicking good time eating our way around this city for a total of 36 hours before flying to Bucaramanga. We had no real plan beyond dinner, but started out at La Puerta Falsa drinking hot chocolate with cheese in it and eating tamal. (Super yum.) Then meandered around the windy streets, drank café, peeped some cool art, ate street food, walked a lot, took a funny bus ride, and I had a bubble bath at our impeccably curated boutique hotel (that we pretty much had to ourselves.) Dinner at Leo provided the most interesting and memorable 4-hr dining experience (the non-alcoholic drink pairing was extremely strange, in a good way.) Then we played cards and drank herbal tea at “home” til we got real sleepy. Looking back, the coconut fish stew at La Esquina de Mary probably takes the cake for best dish we had in Bogotá and is reason enough to return.

I can’t revisit this time without also reflecting on the feelings surrounding my birthday. It was the first year I felt acutely aware of my age, a sadness around it, how much meaning my 33rd year held for me, how much transformation it brought, and the fact that it’s now behind me. I know the transformation is forever unfolding but I felt a weight despite my beautiful surroundings. “Be grateful” sometimes doesn’t cut it and you have to feel the feels, allowing them to move through you. I don’t need to hear that I’m still “so young.” I know- I see friends turning 40 and have friends in their 50s and 60s who I love and admire so much and wouldn’t consider “old” by any stretch- they’re just amazing and seeing how they show up in this world leaves me excited to reach their age. It’s a gift to grow older and I hope that each passing year brings an abundance of wisdom and grace along with it.
Thanks to my sweet love for seeing me through the sad dip and for being the best travel partner I could ask for.
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#ageisjustanumber
#bogota #bogotafood #travelgram #travel #streetfood #streetart #colombia

A month ago today we landed in Bogotá on the morning of my 34th birthday. Had a rollicking good time eating our way around this city for a total of 36 hours before flying to Bucaramanga. We had no real plan beyond dinner, but started out at La Puerta Falsa drinking hot chocolate with cheese in it and eating tamal. (Super yum.) Then meandered around the windy streets, drank café, peeped some cool art, ate street food, walked a lot, took a funny bus ride, and I had a bubble bath at our impeccably curated boutique hotel (that we pretty much had to ourselves.) Dinner at Leo provided the most interesting and memorable 4-hr dining experience (the non-alcoholic drink pairing was extremely strange, in a good way.) Then we played cards and drank herbal tea at “home” til we got real sleepy. Looking back, the coconut fish stew at La Esquina de Mary probably takes the cake for best dish we had in Bogotá and is reason enough to return.

I can’t revisit this time without also reflecting on the feelings surrounding my birthday. It was the first year I felt acutely aware of my age, a sadness around it, how much meaning my 33rd year held for me, how much transformation it brought, and the fact that it’s now behind me. I know the transformation is forever unfolding but I felt a weight despite my beautiful surroundings. “Be grateful” sometimes doesn’t cut it and you have to feel the feels, allowing them to move through you. I don’t need to hear that I’m still “so young.” I know- I see friends turning 40 and have friends in their 50s and 60s who I love and admire so much and wouldn’t consider “old” by any stretch- they’re just amazing and seeing how they show up in this world leaves me excited to reach their age. It’s a gift to grow older and I hope that each passing year brings an abundance of wisdom and grace along with it.
Thanks to my sweet love for seeing me through the sad dip and for being the best travel partner I could ask for.
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#ageisjustanumber
#bogota #bogotafood #travelgram #travel #streetfood #streetart #colombia

A month ago today we landed in Bogotá on the morning of my 34th birthday. Had a rollicking good time eating our way around this city for a total of 36 hours before flying to Bucaramanga. We had no real plan beyond dinner, but started out at La Puerta Falsa drinking hot chocolate with cheese in it and eating tamal. (Super yum.) Then meandered around the windy streets, drank café, peeped some cool art, ate street food, walked a lot, took a funny bus ride, and I had a bubble bath at our impeccably curated boutique hotel (that we pretty much had to ourselves.) Dinner at Leo provided the most interesting and memorable 4-hr dining experience (the non-alcoholic drink pairing was extremely strange, in a good way.) Then we played cards and drank herbal tea at “home” til we got real sleepy. Looking back, the coconut fish stew at La Esquina de Mary probably takes the cake for best dish we had in Bogotá and is reason enough to return.

I can’t revisit this time without also reflecting on the feelings surrounding my birthday. It was the first year I felt acutely aware of my age, a sadness around it, how much meaning my 33rd year held for me, how much transformation it brought, and the fact that it’s now behind me. I know the transformation is forever unfolding but I felt a weight despite my beautiful surroundings. “Be grateful” sometimes doesn’t cut it and you have to feel the feels, allowing them to move through you. I don’t need to hear that I’m still “so young.” I know- I see friends turning 40 and have friends in their 50s and 60s who I love and admire so much and wouldn’t consider “old” by any stretch- they’re just amazing and seeing how they show up in this world leaves me excited to reach their age. It’s a gift to grow older and I hope that each passing year brings an abundance of wisdom and grace along with it.
Thanks to my sweet love for seeing me through the sad dip and for being the best travel partner I could ask for.
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#ageisjustanumber
#bogota #bogotafood #travelgram #travel #streetfood #streetart #colombia

A month ago today we landed in Bogotá on the morning of my 34th birthday. Had a rollicking good time eating our way around this city for a total of 36 hours before flying to Bucaramanga. We had no real plan beyond dinner, but started out at La Puerta Falsa drinking hot chocolate with cheese in it and eating tamal. (Super yum.) Then meandered around the windy streets, drank café, peeped some cool art, ate street food, walked a lot, took a funny bus ride, and I had a bubble bath at our impeccably curated boutique hotel (that we pretty much had to ourselves.) Dinner at Leo provided the most interesting and memorable 4-hr dining experience (the non-alcoholic drink pairing was extremely strange, in a good way.) Then we played cards and drank herbal tea at “home” til we got real sleepy. Looking back, the coconut fish stew at La Esquina de Mary probably takes the cake for best dish we had in Bogotá and is reason enough to return.

I can’t revisit this time without also reflecting on the feelings surrounding my birthday. It was the first year I felt acutely aware of my age, a sadness around it, how much meaning my 33rd year held for me, how much transformation it brought, and the fact that it’s now behind me. I know the transformation is forever unfolding but I felt a weight despite my beautiful surroundings. “Be grateful” sometimes doesn’t cut it and you have to feel the feels, allowing them to move through you. I don’t need to hear that I’m still “so young.” I know- I see friends turning 40 and have friends in their 50s and 60s who I love and admire so much and wouldn’t consider “old” by any stretch- they’re just amazing and seeing how they show up in this world leaves me excited to reach their age. It’s a gift to grow older and I hope that each passing year brings an abundance of wisdom and grace along with it.
Thanks to my sweet love for seeing me through the sad dip and for being the best travel partner I could ask for.
.
.
.
#ageisjustanumber
#bogota #bogotafood #travelgram #travel #streetfood #streetart #colombia

A month ago today we landed in Bogotá on the morning of my 34th birthday. Had a rollicking good time eating our way around this city for a total of 36 hours before flying to Bucaramanga. We had no real plan beyond dinner, but started out at La Puerta Falsa drinking hot chocolate with cheese in it and eating tamal. (Super yum.) Then meandered around the windy streets, drank café, peeped some cool art, ate street food, walked a lot, took a funny bus ride, and I had a bubble bath at our impeccably curated boutique hotel (that we pretty much had to ourselves.) Dinner at Leo provided the most interesting and memorable 4-hr dining experience (the non-alcoholic drink pairing was extremely strange, in a good way.) Then we played cards and drank herbal tea at “home” til we got real sleepy. Looking back, the coconut fish stew at La Esquina de Mary probably takes the cake for best dish we had in Bogotá and is reason enough to return.

I can’t revisit this time without also reflecting on the feelings surrounding my birthday. It was the first year I felt acutely aware of my age, a sadness around it, how much meaning my 33rd year held for me, how much transformation it brought, and the fact that it’s now behind me. I know the transformation is forever unfolding but I felt a weight despite my beautiful surroundings. “Be grateful” sometimes doesn’t cut it and you have to feel the feels, allowing them to move through you. I don’t need to hear that I’m still “so young.” I know- I see friends turning 40 and have friends in their 50s and 60s who I love and admire so much and wouldn’t consider “old” by any stretch- they’re just amazing and seeing how they show up in this world leaves me excited to reach their age. It’s a gift to grow older and I hope that each passing year brings an abundance of wisdom and grace along with it.
Thanks to my sweet love for seeing me through the sad dip and for being the best travel partner I could ask for.
.
.
.
#ageisjustanumber
#bogota #bogotafood #travelgram #travel #streetfood #streetart #colombia

Lil slice of SB life. 🍕
#santabarbara

Lil slice of SB life. 🍕
#santabarbara

Lil slice of SB life. 🍕
#santabarbara

Lil slice of SB life. 🍕
#santabarbara

Lil slice of SB life. 🍕
#santabarbara

Lil slice of SB life. 🍕
#santabarbara

Lil slice of SB life. 🍕
#santabarbara

Lil slice of SB life. 🍕
#santabarbara

Lil slice of SB life. 🍕
#santabarbara