you're kind of a big deal

Have you ever been to a workout class where everyone there is totally present? The energy is high, people are focused and everyone is ready to work. It changes the class from a workout you're just doing to an experience. 

This is how yoga was last night, and, this is bold - I know - but I think it might have been the best yoga class I've ever been to. Not only was everyone completely focused, but it was also so hard. There were points at which I really wasn't sure if I'd be able to finish the class.

I obviously loved it. 

One of the things the instructor kept reminding us throughout the class was: to work with who you are, you have to love who you are. And I thought this was a nice idea. 

In a season of resolving and changing and goal setting, it was a good reminder that to get where we want to be, we first have to appreciate where we already are. I've seen so many lists of resolutions that look like a full person makeover. And I love the zeal behind them, but it's important to honor all we do before trying to do more. 

Because, you're kind of a big deal.

I was cashed out the rest of the night and am so sore (sore, sore, soreee) today. Just how I like it! Namaste!

PS: Or if you want to disregard this post and instead continue to resolve, check this out. It's fun :)

see you!

Y'all. (I know. I don't say y'all. But this is y'all worthy).

We're moving.

I know. I know! When I told you we were moving in August, I didn't expect to mutter those words again until at least next July.

I did NOT see this coming.

But we are. We really, really are.

I promise I am not some crazy person that is addicted to moving. Running? Maybe. FroYo? Most notably. But moving? Nah.

We wanted to stay in our house. We wanted it to be golden and not gilded. We wanted it to be cute and happy and ours.

But, as it turns out, the rats own our house and they're not going anywhere fast. They came back with a vengeance and ate right through my Pottery Barn chair. And that was pretty much the last straw for me. (Not to mention a lot of Mel's furniture. And then Katie went into the attic and found herself face to face with one).

So, our landlord is kindly voiding our lease and we're rolling off of Courtenay Drive. We gave it a good go, but we're not waiting around for these rats to get any bigger. It's the year of no waiting, after all.

I know it's definitely the right choice to move, but I'm having a hard time with the fact that Katie is not joining Melissa and me at our next place. We've grown so close in the last 13 months that we've lived together - I really can't imagine not waking up to her each day. 

Since she's getting married in June, she's going to live with her sister until then. I dream of living with my sisters, so I can't blame her for it, but I'm sad to see our time living together cut short. We thought we had until June to be roommates, and this January cut off date is feeling very abrupt. It's like we were on a seven day cruise and the captain just told us it's only a weekend cruise. Something must not be right, here...

We've both admitted it feels a lot like an unwanted break up - but we're not sure who the culprit is. (Fortunately we decided to share a storage unit, so at least we have that holding us together. It's like the pet you continue to share. Good little storage unit!)

And luckily, she will only be a bit down the road in Inman Park and she swears she won't forget about us VaHi girls.

Here's to our next adventure!

Muff's M&M Eating Competition

If you ask the girls in my family if we're competitive, we'd promise you backwards and forwards that we are not. But it seems that whenever we're together we find ourselves engaging in a little friendly competition.

Maybe we're just not like normal families that can eat dinner and talk over a glass of wine. Sure, sure we do that. But we just have things like this interspersed throughout the conversation...

{eat}lanta

I love going into a weekend with the whole thing planned out - big events and dates and travel. But, there's something to be said for that rare weekend when you start Friday wide open and (mostly) unplanned. There's so much opportunity - your expectations are low, and yet anything can happen. And that's just how this weekend was.

Friday night, we celebrated Katie's birthday at Watershed. It wasn't on my bucket list before, but it definitely is now. I'm a sucker for good ambiance and anything themed, and Watershed is both. Not to mention the food was pretty amazing.

I was so happy to celebrate the start of Katie's 25th year. It's going to be a great one :)

Saturday, I went to yoga with my friend Jen, which was almost as crazily packed as church was Sunday. Everyone is going after those resolutions! After that, I met my friend Kacie at Souper Jenny. Are you beginning to see that we ate our way through Atlanta this weekend?

Saturday night, we went to half priced sushi at Kiku in Buckhead. Half priced on a Saturday? Enough said.

After that, we ventured far down Buford Highway to Happy Karaoke (bucket list #47). I didn't know what we were getting ourselves into, but it was everything and more than you could imagine. The exterior is less than thrilling, but inside those karaoke walls - well, that's where the magic happens. 

I hope you had a wonderful and tasty weekend!