happy travels // happy christmas

 
Packing for a trip is one of my favorite activities, but this Christmas, I was a little bit pickled. You see, I left Saturday for this journey: Alabama Saturday, Indiana Sunday, Texas Wednesday...
 
Do you know how many climates that is!? Swim suits and coats all in one little big bag!
 
Luckily, my mom and sisters will be with me the whole time, so I pulled a signature Whitney move and brought very little. I know they were all waiting for me to ask if anyone had an extra toothbrush on that first night...
 
and, they had one :)
 
I'm in Indy now and will head to the beach with them after Christmas. Have a wonderful, wonderful holiday. I hope it's full of lots of love and time with family and friends. And good food!
 
to you and yours!
 

::recover::

I think girls are really awesome at a lot of things, but one of the things we're really, really bad at is self-care. People are pretty bad at it in general, but girls are totally the worst.

Being a girl, I'm admittedly a real champ at being bad at it.

When things get wacky (ahem - the holidays) and busy and there are commitments, and work to wrap up and gifts to (literally) wrap up, almost every girl I know has her coping mechanisms, and every single one of them is not that she asks for a big H-E-L-P.

My crazy-time tactics look like this:
Control anything and everything I can get my hands on. Last Tuesday night, after a meeting before work, a workday stacked with back to back meetings, and two meetings after work - landing me at home around 9:30, I dove straight into my house: organizing gifts, swept my room, cleaned the bathroom, organized my purse. Did I make dinner? Nosir. Did I have downtime and go to bed? Heckno. I just controlled my little world into a neatly organized zen zone.

Working out like somewhat of a maniac. Thinking I can somehow sweat some busy out.

Making lists out the wazoo. Heaps&loads of them. Personal lists. Work lists. Christmas lists. Phone calls to return lists. Grocery lists. Presents to wrap lists. Thank you notes to write lists. I list and list and list until I feel like everything is out of my head and on the paper and under control.

A few weeks ago, I got myself in a bit of trouble with some people who care about me. I was finally able to re-enter the running world (!), and went too far. I hurt my foot again :\ And after hearing multiple people tell me over and over: Whitney, you only have one body. It hit me. As good as that run felt - breaking free from the real and busy world - it wasn't worth it. It's more important to rest when you need to rest, pray when you need to pray, talk to your friends when you need to talk, and hold yourself to a standard of grace, not perfection.

And so, inspired by hearing Shauna speak last weekend and her post on grace, I am trying to focus more on self care. Remembering that sleep is good, and sometimes a phone call can be returned the next day. And that working out is good, but eating lunch should take precedent. And lists are good for organization, but they shouldn't actually control me.

I feel like most girls I know easily remember this when dealing with others - always quick to give grace to their friends, let one another out of commitments, suggesting they just go home and relax. I'm constantly telling my over-committed friend Sara that it's OK to skip something - that she deserves to have a night at home and go to bed early. And she's quick to tell me the same. But do we do it? Of course not.

So that's my goal for the latter half of this month (maybe even resolution worthy?). To slow down and enjoy this beautiful holiday season - remembering what it's really about. And I think you should do the same - really. Grab a coffee, a magazine and enjoy the blissful season we're in. You deserve it.
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merry christmas from the highlands!

I've been stuhruggling to get in the holiday groove this year. My shopping is done and presents are wrapped, but for some reason, I can't buy in to the fact that Christmas is just next week. Where did December go!? 

However, last night, my roommates and I had our own Christmas celebration, and I am now, finally, beginning to believe it's really here. Midway through Melissa and Katie both admitted they, too, were having a hard time getting in the holiday groove - and we all agreed that our happy celebration was just what we needed to make it feel like Christmas.

We exchanged gifts, went on a long walk to look at lights, then watched a Christmas movie and ate the cookies that our neighbors brought us. I feel so fortunate to live with these two - and am so happy we got to celebrate together.

Melissa got us all vino-to-go cups, which came in handy immediately on our walk.
Merry almost Christmas!

{the year of}

I started 2012 by proclaiming it was the year of Whitney, but it turns out it's actually more like the year of injury (maybe that's what you get for trying to dedicate an entire year to yourself?).

I finally kicked off my boot for good, only to get hit in the head by the trunk of a minivan as it was popping open. I'm not sure why I don't wear a helmet all the time, but I'm about to color coordinate one with my outfits and make them cool. I split open my eyebrow, earning a solid black eye and some stitches. To say it was both a smooth and sexy move would be an understatement, I think.

Ironically enough, I am fairly certain the only thing protecting me from seriously hurting my eye were those free glasses, which I had received just an hour prior. Turns out they actually reduce risk! If that's not meant to be, I really don't know what is. Amiright?

So. Here we go 2013 - the year of an injury free Whitney!

(Can someone knock on some wood, please?
And also come fix my now very crooked glasses?)