Three pictures.

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Choose three photos and write a post about how you feel looking at them, where you were, what you were doing, what it was like.

Today’s post required a bit of homework.

I searched through my photos on my phone.

Facebook pictures.

And my Instagram feed.

So many pictures throughout my lifetime.

Maybe it’s because throughout my lifetime there’s been an emphasis on taking pictures and sharing them with the world.

Regardless of why I have so many pictures, and I’m glad I do.

Pictures capture exactly what I was doing in that moment.

How I was feeling.

Who I was with.

I’m happy it’s the norm to take as many pictures as I do.

These three pictures that I’ve selected today are the three that I saw and instantly smiled.

Not necessarily the best pictures ever, or the one’s that have defined my life in any magnificent way, but the pictures that instantly made me smile when I saw them.

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Meet my best friend Nicole.

This picture was after one of my best races in College ever.

Probably my best race.

I had just come off of my first win in a Western Oregon uniform down in Long Beach. It was an 800 and I was feeling good.

Nervous, but good.

Could I do it again?

This girl had been one of my biggest supporters that year.

She would help me focus and relax before every race.

We were racing the 1500 together that day.

I ended up winning the race with a huge 5 second PR of 4:42.

I was absolutely shocked and so happy.

I needed that PR and I had just won my second race in a row.

Not even realizing how tired I was, I turned around to see where she was.

She came sprinting in for 4th place with a huge seasons best at the time of 4:55.

Getting to celebrate with her was always so fun.

No matter what, we would always be genuinely happy for each other.

This picture was taken after the race, pure happiness on each of our faces.

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I’m not lying when I say that this is one of my favorite pictures.

Ever.

Including my two favorite people.

I was still living at home and Janelle and I decided to go to Target together, like we always did.

Jason was on his way over to our house for dinner when he said he’d just meet us at Target.

I hadn’t seen him all day.

We were texting each other to find out where the other one was when we saw it.

THEY.WERE.MATCHING.

I was dead.

From beanies, to identical sweatshirts, all the way down to black Nike pants with the same exact shoes.

It was seriously the funniest thing and I have so much joy even to this day looking at this picture.

Walking around Target with these two dressed identically was the best thing.

It’s so funny how looking at a picture from three years ago can still bring me this much joy.

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August 13th 2014.

If it looks like this picture was taken by someone creeping behind a crowd of people, that’s because it was.

You can’t see us that well, but that doesn’t matter.

I love this picture.

Jason and I had gotten dressed up and went to dinner at the restaurant in the Eiffel Tower in Vegas.

We planned this fancy date in April.

Of course I thought it was special, but didn’t think it was going to be this special.

He was convinced that we needed to watch the fountains at the Bellagio after, and I was in pain from my shoes.

I thought it was weird that he kept trying to get the best spot, and that he was weirdly annoyed when a Brittney Spears song was playing.

He also kept looking around..

Everywhere.

When he dropped down to one knee I completely forgot that there were people around.

After he proposed, and I obviously said yes, he said “what would you say if I told you your family was around the corner?”

They were on this trip with us but I had no idea they were watching the whole thing.

My family, uncle, cousins, and grandma came running around the corner.

My dad with his video camera in hand.

It was such a special moment, and to get to share it with my family was the best.

Pictures can do amazing things.

They can capture the biggest moments of your life.

And the small, funny moments that cause you so much joy.

I’m glad I have so many folders on my computer with pictures from the last 9 years.

And 5,155 pictures on my camera roll.

Every one has some sort of memory attached to them.

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My most treasured possession.

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What is your most treasured possession and why?

I was so excited about today’s writing prompt.

I knew instantly what I wanted to write about.

A story that I just love and I hope you will too.

When I was really little there was this ring.

It was a mood ring that was shaped like a pearl, on the most beautiful band.

I had one and my sister had one.

We were told that they were from my grandpa and we weren’t allowed to touch them.

He picked them up for us while driving across the country in his truck.

I remember staring at them in awe in my mom’s jewelry box waiting for the day I could wear it.

I remember thinking that it must have been the most valuable piece of jewelry.

Our parents wouldn’t let us have them because we were so small and it wouldn’t fit our fingers, they also didn’t want us to lose them.

I don’t blame them.

I forgot about the rings as I got older, until the day my grandpa passed away, in November of 2010.

We were at the house later that day and the rings came to mind.

I didn’t have anything from my grandpa, except the ring.

I asked my mom if I could have it and of course she said yes.

I ran to the room with my sister and we each picked ours out.

Of course, as fate was to have it, they fit perfectly.

I hardly ever took that thing off.

They never really changed moods, since they had been locked in a jewelry box for so many years. Mine had this beautiful hue of green, blue, pink and yellow. It’s almost as if it had always been those colors.

Around the pearl shaped stone was this woven design that held it up, along with four little pegs and a silver band.

I had never seen anything like it and received compliments everywhere I went.

Flash forward to February of 2011.

I was in Seattle at our usual Travelodge hotel with my track team from Western Oregon for a meet at the University of Washington.

My friends and I were going to go out to the U Village for dinner and for some reason I decided to leave my ring behind.

I must have taken it off for our afternoon run, because that was usually the only time I would take it off.

The next morning we were packing for the meet and I realized I didn’t have my ring.

I left it on the bedside table the night before and it was gone.

I looked everywhere panicking.

I tore apart my bed along with Janelle’s, looked under them and behind every piece of furniture.

It was gone.

The only thing I had from my grandpa.

Janelle was gone when I realized that I had lost it.

I didn’t tell her.

I didn’t tell anyone.

I was so ashamed and couldn’t handle the thought of telling anyone that I had lost it.

I called the hotel a few times to check and see if they had seen it by chance, nothing.

I was so upset with myself for a while.

Eventually I gave myself a break, and come to the conclusion that I would never see my ring again.

In November of 2012 I was scrolling through Etsy, shopping for rings just because.

No real reason, I just wanted to find a cute ring because it was the trend to wear lots of rings.

Then I saw it.

My ring.

It wasn’t a duplicate.

It wasn’t similar.

It was my ring.

I grabbed my debit card and purchased it for 21 dollars and 95 cents.

Right after I bought it I messaged the shop, asking where they found such a beautiful ring.

The woman’s shop was located in Spokane Washington, just four hours from the location where I lost my ring.

She said it was a vintage mood ring that a woman brought in a few months ago.

I couldn’t believe it.

It had to have been my ring.

Someone had to have found it at the hotel and kept it for some time. They must have sold it to this shop in Spokane.

It was my ring.

Believe it or not but this was my ring.

I told my parents and sister about the ring. How I had lost it a year ago in Seattle and how I found it on Etsy, they couldn’t believe it. They all knew it was the ring.

My ring.

I wore it right away and refused to take it off.

Eventually I did.

It sat right by my bed safe and away from danger.

I had it as I walked down the aisle at my wedding as my something old.

And now, it’s starting to show its age.

The band has cracked at the bottom and I can’t wear it anymore.

I’ve looked into getting it fixed but I’m afraid that something might happen to it and make it worse.

No matter what though, it’s my ring.

My ring that my grandpa gave to me when I was little.

That on the saddest day of my life, fit perfectly when I put it on after so many years of admiring it.

That I lost in Seattle.

And found its way back to me a year later.

I love it dearly and it’s by far my most treasured possession.

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The happiest day of my life.

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Day 2: Reflect on the happiest moment of your life. Tune in how you felt, what you heard, how you looked and what people were saying. Where were you doing, who were you sharing it with, reflect on every detail.

August 1st 2015, the happiest day of my life.

I actually have two, but since I’ve already told the story of Ian being born I decided to go with the second happiest day of my life.

Our wedding.

The day that I got to marry my best friend and celebrate with our family and friends.

I woke up and packed all of the essentials into Janelle’s car, we met up with one of the other bridesmaids, picked up some Dutch Bros and headed out to Corvallis for our hair appointment.

It was so fun just getting to hang out with six of my best friends and get our hair done, most of them I hadn’t seen for a while and I loved getting to spend time with them.

Afterwards we packed up and went out to the venue near Dallas Oregon.

This venue was beautiful.

We arrived around 11 or so, my family worked together with Jason’s family and had everything all set up by the time I got there. I remember just wanting to see Jason so badly, but I had to wait until it was time to take our pictures. Most couples wait until they walk down the aisle to see each other for the first time, but we wanted to take our pictures before the wedding to save time, so we did a “first look” before the ceremony.

I’ll never forget the way he looked at me. I had to keep telling him not to cry because I couldn’t risk messing up my makeup, even though that didn’t stop me from crying.
Taking pictures was so much fun, but my face hurt from smiling so much by the end of it.
The room that I got ready in with the other bridesmaids had these big windows where we got to watch the guests walk in. It was great seeing everyone walk in and love the venue and decorations as much as I did.

We started slightly late, and I just remember everyone was trying to hustle out there to get started. We picked “I can’t help falling in love with you” by Elvis Presley for the bridal party to walk down the aisle too. My grandma loves Elvis, and I used it in a video for my grandparent’s 50th wedding anniversary video so I thought it would be a perfect way to start the ceremony.

Next thing I know I’m listening to the sweet sounds of Brett Eldredge singing “mean to me.” That meant that it was my turn.

My dad leaned towards me and asked to take a selfie, so of course we did.

One of my favorite pictures ever.

I could tell the pastor was wanting us to walk down but I kept telling my dad we had to wait until a certain part in the song, so he let me wait.

I remember walking down so incredibly nervous.

Butterflies in my stomach would be an understatement.
I just held on tight to my dad’s arms as I was about to step into this newjourney with the person I fell in love with just two years before.

The ceremony was beautiful and our pastor did a fantastic job. He kept making jokes about running and made everyone laugh a few times.
I remember being so nervous when we had to say our vows, I was convinced I wouldn’t remember the words I had to repeat back to Jason.

After we were pronounced husband and wife, I got to kiss my husband, and it was as if a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. It was over and everything went perfect and I had a husband.

Not just any husband, the world’s best husband.
He makes me laugh every day, puts up with me, is the best dad to our amazing son, and would do anything for me.

I had everything I had ever wanted.

We walked out of the ceremony to Hall and Oates “You make my dreams come true” because it was pretty accurate for that moment.

Afterwards we had a few minutes to take in what had just happened. Our fantastic DJ got everyone to make their way to the reception side of the venue while Jason and I got freak out about being husband and wife..finally.

The reception was so much fun. Our DJ had everything scheduled, made time for everything we wanted to do, and played the best music. It was one giant party and we loved it.

Jason and I had our first dance to Elton John’s “Your song” because it was the song that played when Jason proposed to me outside of the Fountains at the Bellagio in Vegas.

Next I got to dance with my dad. One of my favorite parts. We kept joking about how it was so awkward having everyone watch us and laughed the entire time.

We had everything that a wedding had.

We cut the cake.

We tossed the bouquet and garter.

There were two great speeches, one by the best man, and one by my best friend.

And a song and dance number.

What..you didn’t have a song and dance number at your wedding?

My sister and brother planned this song and dance (if you can call it dancing) where they played some of the songs that meant the most to us and rewrote the lyrics to be relevant to our day.

I mean it when I say that I had never been so excited and embarrassed at the same time.

I might be biased, but it was the best wedding.

We had so much fun up until the end.

Jason and I had a song.

I didn’t want it to play at any other part of the wedding until the very end.

“Crash my party” by Luke Bryan might not be the most romantic song in the world, but it was our song. Getting to end the best day ever by dancing with my favorite person to our song was by far the best way to end it.

Looking down at my word count right now, I’m at 1031 words, but honestly none of these words can do justice to how beautiful this day was.

If I close my eyes and think about it, I can really remember how happy I was.

 

Get to know me

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Sitting here surrounded by Christmas lights and Christmas music, I’m thinking about what to write next. It’s been hard getting inspired to write during the holidays, and figuring out exactly what I want to write about. So I did what every girl my age does when they’re looking for something, I searched Pinterest. I was so overwhelmed and excited at the same time, so many different writing prompts that I fell in love with and wanted to share. I was definitely nervous looking at some of them though, not thinking I could write about it, or thinking it would be hard to express my feelings on the subject.

That’s when I realized what I wanted to write about..

the things that challenge me..

the things that might be hard to put into words..

the things that excite me..

I came up with this idea to “Blog to 2018.”

There were 19 different writing prompts on this page that I had found, and 20 days until New Year’s Eve. So why not write every day until the New Year? There was one day missing however, so I got to choose my post for the last day of the year.
It will be hard, challenging, and some days it might push me out of my comfort zone.

And that’s so exciting to think about.

This year has been wonderful, and I couldn’t think of a better way to end it then writing every day leading up to the New Year.
My first prompt for this project is an about me post.
Some of my favorite things, random facts, and things that you might already know.

Let’s start with the basics…

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Birthday: February 8th
Middle name: Nicole
Favorite color: Blue
Favorite animal: Monkey
Favorite drink: Coffee, Coffee, and more Coffee
Favorite Food: Mashed Potatoes
Favorite candy: Swedish Fish and Dark Chocolate
Favorite sport to watch: Baseball
Favorite sports team: Dodgers..duh
3 Fears: Spiders, Airplanes, and Heights
Something that makes you angry: People that don’t use their turning signals
Who makes you laugh the most: My brother
Go to karaoke song: Just a friend by Mario
Favorite childhood memory: Christmas morning at my grandparents house
What was your favorite subject in school: Science
Do you collect anything: Coffee mugs
If you had a warning label what would it say: Warning…talks FAST and OFTEN.
What celebrity would you like to meet for coffee: TSwizzle aka Taylor Swift
What did you want to be when you grew up: A lawyer (after watching Legally Blonde) or a Sports Journalist
Nickname growing up: Mega Moose
Favorite Book: The Fault in our Stars
Favorite chore: VACUUMING!
How many tattoos do you have: 5
Favorite Quote: “Have some fire, be unstoppable, be a force of nature.”

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Favorite TV Shows
Grey’s Anatomy
How I Met Your Mother
New Girl
Parks and Recreation
Boy Meets World
Will and Grace
Lost
It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia
Stranger Things
Friends
Pretty Little Liars

Favorite Movies
Step Brothers
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
500 Days of Summer
Elf
Save the Last Dance
Sixteen Candles
Every Harry Potter Movie
There’s something about Mary
Frozen
Home Alone 2: Lost in New York
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1. I know almost every Taylor Swift song by heart.
2. I have this weird thing with odd numbers..I hate them and I can’t have the TV volume or radio at an odd number.
3. I’ve never broken a bone.
4. I was so terrified of vampires when I was younger that I would sleep with the covers pulled over my neck just in case any were around.
5. I love cleaning. Seriously. It’s my favorite thing to do when I’m bored. Give me a good movie and I can clean and organize ANYTHING.
6. I’m 110% a morning person, I would wake up early over staying up late any day.
7. Don’t play a Drake song around me, unless you want to be amazed by the most spectacular rapping skills of all time…part sarcasm…part fact.
8. I chew on straws whenever I have them. In my coffee, water bottles, anything with a straw I’ll chew on it.
9. I hate hate hate hate black cats. It’s the only superstition I have.
10. My life goal is to go to every Major League Baseball stadium, buy a hat, and watch a game.

To sum this all up, hi I’m Megan. I love watching Netflix, drinking coffee, and rapping uncontrollably to Drake. I challenge you to write down some of your favorite things, seriously, it makes you so happy just thinking about the things that you love. I hope you enjoyed reading my first post of Blog to 2018. Make sure to come back tomorrow to see the writing prompt for the day.

Things I’ve Realized

Yesterday marked the halfway point on my 27th year of life. The 27th year of me doing things right, doing things wrong, and not having any idea where to start. How I’ve learned so many lessons in my most recent years, some good, some not so good, some life changing, and some I wished I knew earlier in life. I feel like your late 20’s are the years where you start to have those “ah-ha” moments. The moments where some of your life questions get answered and you feel like you’re getting a pat on the back from life. I started thinking of those moments that I’ve had, those things I’ve come to terms with at 27 and a half years of life.

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I can’t stay up past 11:30 PM- That my friends, is being generous. I’m lucky if I stay up past ten on most nights. I’ve always thought that I was more of a morning person, but in the recent months I’ve realized that I’m 100 percent correct. This has some to do with being a new mom but it was that way before as well. I’ve had nights where I plan to stay up late enough to watch Saturday Night Live or Jimmy Fallon. I would turn on all of the lights, go get a sugary coffee drink, and do whatever else I could think of to stay up. I would literally fall asleep right before the show started every single time. I’m not a night owl, never will be.

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I can’t please everyone- I’ve tried for many years with this one. I like making as many people as I can happy and I like to make sure everyone gets what they want. That’s tiring to say the least. It also sets you up for failure when you can’t make someone happy or when you upset them. It took me a few attempts to realize that no matter how much I try I can’t control the feelings of others. It’s not up to me if they’re happy with me or not and I have to be okay with that.

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I love Pizza- I’ve really grown to love Pizza. I’ve always liked it, because hello I’m normal, but I’ve found a new love for it the last couple of years. I think it started when Jason and I went to New York for our honeymoon. We found this amazing pizza place and a piece of my heart will forever be there. This pizza gave me a whole new love for that beautiful dough topped with delicious cheese and sauce.

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I have to pick and choose my battles- In case you didn’t know, I’m stubborn **Cue my family saying yupppp** and you can tell rather easily. I’ve always been the type of person to tell you when I don’t agree with you or when I’m mad at what you’re doing. If I didn’t like it, you could tell. Whether it was an eye roll or a disgusted sigh. I’ve come to realize that I can’t always do this, especially as an adult. I’m going to piss the wrong people off and it’ll lead to bad outcomes. Don’t get me wrong, if you’re passionate about something or have a strong belief in something don’t stop. Never give up your beliefs. But is it worth getting in an argument that involves your close friend and possibly having them upset with you. There are ways to discuss things that don’t have to result in arguments.

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I am Buddy the Elf- I love Christmas. I could go on and on about how much I love Christmas. November 1st is when I press play on the Christmas music and start spreading the cheer. I’ve met people in the last couple of years who have told me to my face how dumb I am for loving Christmas so much, as early as I do, but I don’t care. It’s something I take so much joy in and I won’t let people crush my holiday spirit.

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My gut is usually right- If I think something’s wrong, I need to speak up. If I have a bad feeling in my stomach, I need to do something about it. Trusting your gut is sometimes the best thing you can do. I’ve had moments where I’m sitting there thinking to myself “this isn’t right” and I didn’t speak up. Your gut will tell you if you’re in the wrong or not, if you have a bad feeling you should act on it.

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Candle shopping is one of my favorite past times- The 2 for 22 candle sale at Bath and Body Works gives me life. I have to smell every single candle individually and really think about which candle I’m going to buy. I could be having the worst day ever, but I know that all I have to do is walk into a Bath and Body Works and my day can be fixed instantly.

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There’s nothing How I Met Your Mother can’t fix- Everyone has a TV Show that makes you laugh. A show where you feel emotionally involved in the fake lives of the characters, for me it’s How I Met Your Mother. I started watching it a couple of years ago and I’ll never look back. I know that if I’m having a bad day, I need some background noise for cleaning, or if I’m just bored this show will boost my spirits one Ted Mosby bad relationship at a time.

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It’s possible for your whole world to be 20 something pounds and covered in drool- I love my friends, family, and husband, but there’s a special love I have for my son. No matter what is happening in my life I know that at the end of the day he’ll be happy to see me. He’ll be there smiling and clapping his hands at anything and everything. Even when he throws his little fits I can’t get enough of him. my whole world is locked into one little person and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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I’m doing something right- I put a lot of pressure on myself, to do everything right and be as perfect as I can be. When things go wrong I take it personally. Sometimes I feel like I keep screwing things up. It’s normal. But there are little times where I’m reminded that I’m doing just fine. Last Wednesday I got a text from my dad saying he heard our song on the radio (Whitney Houston’s I wanna dance with somebody) and that he thought of me. I see him almost every day and talk to multiple times a day, yet one song made him think of me. It was my little reminder that I must be doing something right.

Megan’s Month: July 2017

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Oh July..such a good month..why’d you have to go so fast?

I’ve been looking forward to July for a couple of months now..

My sisters baby shower, another major league baseball game, the fourth of July, our annual trip to California, this month was packed with things to do and I was so excited.

I really love the summer, although everyone in my life knows how much I love the fall time, summer has a special place in my heart.

Summer is the time that my husband and sister get some well deserved time off, when you see families walking around the neighborhoods and playing together outside, and when you can stay up late and the sun stays up with you.

July started off with a bang..I watched 6 seasons of Game of Thrones in 16 days.

Exciting stuff I know.

I tried watching it last summer and gave up after a few episodes because it was super hard to follow. Knowing that one of the last seasons was premiering soon and that my husband loves it I decided to give it one more try, and if I still wasn’t sold I would just give it up. Needless to say that after the end of season one I was hooked.

Now I look forward to Sunday nights watching it with my husband, its turning into one of my favorite things.

We got to take a day trip to Seattle on the 9th, and cross another stadium off of my list. In case you’re new to the party, my goal in life is to see a game at every baseball stadium and buy a hat.

My fantastic family watched Ian for the day while we took this trip and I was so thankful. Jason and I hadn’t been away from Ian that long and knowing he was in good hands made it so much easier. It was so nice to just drive and talk to Jason about anything and everything. Besides the insane sunburn I got, the trip was definitely a great one!

The biggest thing this month however, was our trip to California to visit Jason’s family. This trip has become an annual thing and always a highlight of our summer. This year was different though, it was the first with Ian! I was nervous for the flight, not because of Ian though, that kid is a champ, but because of myself.

I hate flying.

I hate flying so much.

But something about flying with Ian and knowing I had to help and comfort him made me handle this plane ride better than I ever had. It could be the fact that the trip is never more than an hour and a half down to Oakland, or the fact that Jason is always great to have by my side, but I deserved a gold star for this one.

This was our first trip down where we got to see every member of the family and see everyone we planned on seeing. I know it’s important for Jason to get to see his family but its so important for Ian as well. I want him to grow up and be excited every year to go visit the Zellicks in California, I want him to see the importance in it and be excited to travel and see new the world. I want him to have this great attitude towards everything and be excited to do new things and meet new people.

And he already is.

This kid approaches everything with a smile and optimism and I am so in awe of it. He inspires me every day.

I want to approach things like Ian, and this month I did.

I want to continue to be hopeful, excited, and optimistic.

Like Ian.

That’s what this month taught me, to be optimistic.

To approach things with a smile and a good attitude.

I was so excited for July and to go on these different trips, to make new memories and to not spend the whole time worrying.

I was nervous to leave Ian for a whole day, but I knew that he was in good hands and ended up crossing something off of my bucket list.

I gave a show a chance and it ended up being one of my favorites to date.

I took a plane with my family to go visit more family and it turned out to be our best trip yet.

If you have an optimistic attitude, great things can happen.

That was my theme this month.

Optimism.

That might seem like common sense to a lot of people but to someone like me who  tends to worry about things I can’t control its more difficult.

Some other things I loved this month..

Friends from College on Netflix

Making coffee at home

Working out more

My nose piercing

Weekend walks with Jason and Ian

Big Brother..like every other summer..

I don’t have any music that I was loving this month, because every day while I was at work I was listening to podcasts. I was either listening to The Lady Gang or the Fantasy Footballers…I know I know..two completely different podcasts but August is around the corner and I take fantasy football very seriously.

This August I challenge you to try something new. Try something that you’re afraid of or might have doubts about. Close your eyes and jump into the unknown, because if you do, great things can happen.

Quote of the Month:

“Always believe that something wonderful is about to happen.”

 

Megan’s Month: June 2017

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June was so good to me, and I know I say this every month, but I can’t believe it’s over already.

One month closer to Ian’s first birthday.

One month closer to Christmas.

One month closer to meeting my nephew.

I swear the older I get the month’s go by faster.

How do I make it stop?

There was something different about this month, it marked the end of an era.

The end of the first seven years of my twenties.

Pretty Little Liars ended.

All month I’ve been thinking about how much closer I was getting to the finale of Pretty Little Liars, I just kept doing what I do with a lot of things..thinking it’ll never actually happen until it does.

Tuesday rolled around and I texted my sister to come over and watch it with me, Ben and Jerry’s and all. She agreed, because who can turn down Ben and Jerry’s? The more the day passed the more I thought about it, a huge part of our twenties was almost over.

Seven years ago brings you back to the summer of 2010. Pretty Little Liars was coming back from their mid season break and I begged Janelle to start the show with me, at that point the only show I had ever been obsessed with was Lost, but I didn’t expect what would happen next.

Every Tuesday during the winter and summer for seven years Janelle and I would gather around the TV and watch the drama unfold in the town of Rosewood. We would get so into it, discussing fan theories as to who A was, and gasping when something dramatic happened..

which was always fyi. 

This show was the only show that Janelle and I watched exclusively together. It was our thing. Even when I moved out, she came over to watch it and when she didn’t come over we would text about what was unfolding. I didn’t realize until Tuesday just how big a part of our lives that show was.

It was our ritual, it was us.

I get super attached to things, and I hold on to them and the memories they make.

It’s what I do..and this was no exception.

I texted Janelle asking why I was so weirdly emotional about the ending of Pretty Little Liars.

Then it clicked, it was ending.

Our Tuesday ritual.

Yeah we have other shows, but that was the first. It was the first seven years of our twenties.

And after that two hour finale we would never get it back.

Yes I know..

I’m dedicating half of my monthly review to a teenage drama tv show..but it was such a big part of our lives.

It was our early adulthood turned into our late twenties.

It was all of our summer nights glued to the tv genuinely happy to be in that moment with each other.

Things will keep getting different sooner than  later.

Janelle will be a mom, and a great one at that, and we might not have that one show that captivates us as much as Pretty Little Liars did, and that’s ok.

I’ll always cherish those new memories and the ones we will soon make watching our sons grow up together less than a year apart in age.

I know it’ll be magical.

I just get so attached to the smallest things, holding onto them, fearing that things won’t be the same once they’re gone.

My favorite senior just graduated and I’m no longer her coach.

Ian is growing closer and closer to a year old and I can’t figure out how to pause it.

Time won’t slow down even though I keep asking.

That’s the most fascinating thing to me, how fast life happens.

I’ll never stop being amazed by it.

June brought more to me than just Pretty Little Listen, I promise.

June brought summer, and summer brings summer vacation. Jason gets to spend time with Ian and I can’t wait to hear about the days they’re going to have.

June reminded me how much I miss running, and the last week of the month was spent running every day.

June reminded me that I need to let go sometimes, that it’s okay.

Some other random things that I’ve been into this month..

The Office

Iced Coffees with Almond Milk

LANY

Running

Talking with my sister on the phone 

Hanging out with friends I haven’t seen in a while

Boomerangs on Instagram

Thank you June, thank you for reminding me that sometimes you can let go of things. That it doesn’t mean its the end, just the start of something new. Thank you for pushing me to start running again and giving me 80 degree days.

You da real MVP.

Soundtrack to June 2017…the entire LANY album because I’m obsessed and it’s seriously everything that I’ve listened to this month.

LANY

Quote of the Month:

“Life is a collection of moments.”