A parable.

Goals. Do you love them, or do you hate them?

Context matters – are they daunting and unachievable or are they challenging yet possible?

The latter are inspiring, and achieving that goal is, well, the goal.

And yet I find that after an accomplishment, I almost immediately think “OK, what next”?

The thrill of accomplishment is fleeting.

It is the act of striving that provides a more sustaining boost. We owe ourselves a reminder that process is just as important.

Stay conscious. Present. Be excited about the future but don’t let that excitement rush you through today.

Remember to play.

“The end of a melody is not it’s goal, and yet if a melody has not reached its end it has not reached it’s goal” –Nietzsche

So too the weekend – savor the process, and don’t disparage its end. Without it, we would not be getting the break from routine that we crave.

Happy Friday!

What’s on your plate? Guac!

It all starts with an onion, which for me means it starts with tears.

You could probably do without, but the end result would not have the same oomph.

Make sure it is finely diced so as not to steal the show – it should be like a stage hand, unseen but important. Red, white, shallot even, just make sure it’s there.

Next – the bright green star of our show.

Cut the avocado in half, scoop out with a spoon, and roughly chop in the bowl. A little chunk is good.

Top with good sea salt. Add the juice of half a lime. Fresh only. Be generous.

You could be done here, but we have a secret to share…

Parmesan cheese.

It adds that je ne sais quoi.

Pair with salty blue corn chips.

Dig in.

New house progress…master bedroom edition.

We are deep in the demo phase of our renovation. In other words, it can only get better from here! Right?

Most of the walls are open, ceilings are down, and floors are ripped up.

Here, take a look…

A view of our Master Suite – glamorous right?

The new bathroom will be to the left. Here is the full space:

Those two large openings are framed for the double hung windows that will go in, with a view towards the water. (Insert cast iron soaking tub).

Here is a better picture, where you can get a sneak peek at the water behind that plastic.

This is a shot looking back into the bedroom – it’s hard to tell, but there will be two closets with a hallway connecting to the sleeping area to the far left.

This floorplan will help give a better sense of the space – you can see the tub in the corner for reference (though we have decided to rotate it, and make the vanity a foot shorter – thinking this will feel a bit more spacious).

We will be replacing all of the windows with traditional double hung. And adding a large 12′ sliding door with Juliet balcony at the end – to take advantage of this view…

Summer days, drifting away…

The sun is setting earlier, we can feel it ending. We don’t want to let it go.

Yet – if we spend too much time bracing for the end, we’ll miss the last moments.

And before we know it, the next chapter will have begun.

Do we recognize the new beginning in the moment that it happens?

Or perhaps it is only knowable as a memory.

You realize with relief that apprehension of an ending has been gently nudged aside by delight.

The next season has begun.

Home.

The past six months have been consumed with houses. Buying a house. Renovating a house. Selling a house. Now moving a house.

How do you say goodbye to a house? A house that has been a symbol of your home for years. 

A house that we have loved, that we have poured blood sweat and tears into, and brought babies home to.

I’ve been craving my babies more than ever these last few weeks and perhaps it is a plight to hang on to my home – and isn’t that the point? 

They are our home. We are home.