The Last Days of Summer

So often this time of year, as September rolls along and the Equinox approaches, I find myself pushing forward into the next season. We all know that I adore Autumn, and the days this time of year start to show its approach. I mornings have that beautiful crispness to them, and leaves start to change color. But this year I've been trying to make a conscious and purposeful choice to lean back into the last days of summer.

Maybe its how fast the year has been flying by, or the fact that Autumn will be here soon enough whether I push forward into it or not, but I'm trying to really enjoy these days of warmth, full sun, and outdoor adventure.

We've had some beautiful days. Labor Day BBQ and swimming party with friends, visit from hawk friends, and lots of playing catch outside.

Already we are planning our Mabon Feast (to be shared with friends this year!), but Gwen and I are milking these summer days too. Surprise visits to the pool, and grilled dinners. I'm letting anticipation rest, and enjoyment reign.

What are you doing with your last days of summer?


Misfits! {2019 Concert #9}

Another weekend, another concert!

This was the first time I've gotten to see the original lineup of The Misfits, and it was quite the experience. 

This is the only picture I got from the Misfits themselves playing, because the pit was an exuberant experience (made 1000x easier by having Travis, and two very big guy friends behind me, having my back), but pictures or not, its an experience I won't soon forget. 

We've seen some damn good concerts lately! Just one more part of this whole Denver life that is so amazing to me! 


Body Confidence

The other day, when we had a concert that evening, and it was still supposed to be in the high 90s at 6pm, I ran out to Target and bought myself my first pair of fitted short shorts.

My relationship with my body has gone through many changes over the year. I've always rocked a bikini, just because that's what I've felt comfortable in (and for short me, I feel like they are wayyyy more flattering then one piece suits!), but shorts have never been my friend. I've gone through stages of hating the curves I do have, while lambasting the ones I don't. I've felt too small (mostly on the top), too big (mostly on my bottom half), not strong enough, not feminine enough...

... and finally, finally, like my body is good enough. My 30s ushered in a new stage of love for my body, and yoga especially has brought me a sense of piece. I still don't look at my body and say, "perfect, everything is just as I want it to be," but I can finally say, I love my body, all it is capable of, all it has done for me. I love the babies its carried, the yoga poses it can do, the heavy things it can lift, and the life it lets me lead.

There is so much work I still want to do with it. Things I want to make stronger, poses I want to achieve, but for the first time I feel like I can love my body while I work towards those things, not just when I get there. At 37, that's a damn good feeling.

Where are you in relationship with your body?