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This weekend has been good to me.  Nothing super exciting or special occurred, but it was the last calm weekend of the summer so we made the most of it.  I love keeping busy, but there is nothing better than waking up, on my own time, and having the whole day at my disposal to do whatever I want.  So, here's what I did: 1. I finally caught up on sleep - hallelujah!  I'd been running on 6 hours of sleep or less for quite some time and it was starting to really get to me.  I felt like I was stuck in this zombie-like state where I couldn't think clearly and had to muster up the energy just to do the simplest tasks.  We have had plans every single evening and weekend for a couple of weeks now, so I have had no choice but to stay up later than I know I should.  I'm sure there are plenty of people that can function just fine on 6 hours of sleep a day, but I need at least 7.  So Friday night I got over ...

I don’t know if anyone else ever feels this way, but I hate lunch during the work week. Yep, only Monday through Friday. I hate trying to figure out what I’m going to eat for lunch, and because I appear to have a “healthy” appetite (as my grandmother would say), I’m starving by 11am and already have food on the mind. Thoughts of both dollars and calories spin around chaotically in my mind, causing a feeling of guilt no matter what I decide. Do I spend a crazy amount of money on a salad from Lunds to be healthy? Or do I forgo the calorie concern and get a $2.99 snack pack at Culvers because it won’t hurt my bank account as much? Either way I lose. Subway has been a source of comfort for me, being relatively cheap AND healthy, but I’m no Jared. I cannot eat it every day! I could avoid this stress altogether by bringing a lunch. Though that in itself creates stress. That would mean I have to go to the grocery store on a regular basis (which has not been occurring with the ridiculously b...

The other day, I found myself reminiscing about Costa Rica, a place I proudly used to call home.  It was just for two and a half years, but it was long enough to feel like I belonged.  And long enough to have made an impact on my life.  I learned to confidently speak Spanish (which I have since returning lost), I learned to get out of my shell and talk to new people, I learned to be brave and fend for myself, I learned to appreciate my good fortune, but perhaps most importantly, I learned that no matter who you are or where you are from, we are all essentially the same.  We breathe, eat, drink, laugh, love, believe, share, feel...maybe just a little differently. As time passes, my life there is becoming more of a distant memory.  Which makes me sad.  I don't think about it regularly anymore, and I fear I am forgetting some amazing stories/experiences that I long to hold close.  (I should have started this blog back then, as I would hav...