Layover

A 24 hour layover in San Francisco treated me exceptionally well, and so did the weather.

6am sunrise, jet lag, + three cups of coffee.

Yoga + a view at International Orange.

Palm trees + sunshine on the Embarcadero.

Taking photos + buying no souvenirs in Chinatown. 

Afternoon light + skyline delight.

Have Your Fun, Have It All

We're standing around the bar at Brick & Mortar and I'm sipping bourbon and this sweeeeeeeeet song comes on the speakers. I'm trying to Shazam it, but it's too loud. And I'm all "Guys! What is this song?" But no one knows. A new friend says, "It sounds like Lorde?" and I think yeah it sounds like Lorde.

It's Lorde. It's super melodic. It's super Lorde. It's super nod your head along and maybe sway your shoulders too.

How often do I hear a song or a fragment of a song and think oh yeah I dig it? Oh yeah that's resonant? Oh yeah I'm inspired?

All the time.

So what am I inspired about? These truths, my truths: I feel powerful when I run. I feel elated when I write. I feel creative when I take photos. I feel centered when I do yoga. I feel free when I travel. I feel supercharged when I talk about goals and visions.

This isn't a blog only for running and workouts, or only for beautiful, super-sized photos of places that aren't home. What I do here (and always want to do here) is dig in deep. I mean for this blog to be a kaleidoscope of loves and dreams. Because life is anything but one dimensional.

This life is so much fun, and this life has it all. All kinds of inspirations.

These Will Be The Days

"This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it." - William James 

Life is moving incredibly fast.

I said tonight to C that every single day of the past three months has been unique. Like a night sky full of stars, every day has been its own constellation of experiences and opportunities and tiny inspirations and huge inspirations.

Life is ever evolving, constantly changing.

Sometimes I think about other times, other places. When I studied abroad in Paris, I ate baguettes, drank red wine, and listened to Europop and, when I went for runs, I listened to Maneater on repeat and ran to the Arc de Triomphe or up the steep incline of Montmartre.

God I loved Paris.

March 2010? I was somewhere in Europe, living out of my Osprey backpack, jamming my camera memory card full of photos.

July 2011? I was writing a lot and running even more and listening to Kid Cudi and drinking vodka sodas with L after work. This August? I was on Kits Beach in Vancouver, on my yoga mat, under the late afternoon sun.

These years have been full, almost exceedingly full, of memories, snapshots, experiences, moments supercharged with sensory overload.

So I guess my question is this: How will we remember these days?

I hope these will be the days of sunsets and spontaneity. Of dancing fast and laughing hard. Of gratitude for the wondrous, sometimes silly, but always remarkable lives that we have created for ourselves.

I hope these will be the days that we look back to and think to ourselves: "That is when it all began."