One beautiful year...

One year. One journey. One look at the year that has passed since sitting down to start this blog. One smile as I picture myself writing my first entry on September 28, 2010. One comparison between the person I was on that day and the person I am today. One year separates those two people. Growth, love, wisdom, maturity, and patience helped make the transition between the two. Grateful is how I feel for the year that sits behind me, for the ability to open my mind, and for the support and love I've felt along the way. 


One photo as the sun sets on a beautiful year. 

Leave it behind...

The view is similar, yet too different to be the same. Another fall season is slowly settling in and I've found myself in my favorite setting: home. Although the leaves are beginning to turn their same shades of yellow and orange, their vibrancy has already increased since seeing them last year at this time. The goldenrod still shines the same shade of yellow, but has increased in saturation. The leaves fall peacefully to the ground and are not afraid to do so. 


It's hard to believe that just a year ago I had to try so hard to soak up all the beauty that now surrounds me. It was a now-or-never approach and I felt like I needed to gather all the sights for what seemed like the last time. Little did I know, another fall would come around. Another round of all of my favorite seasonal happenings. Another chunk of time spent exactly where I belong. I will take it all in, but with different eyes this time. This time around, I can see my future. I can see the light at the end of this short journey. And I can see all the exciting things that are shining in that light. 


Most importantly, I can see today. I can see all that surrounds me at this moment. Whatever tomorrow may bring can wait until tomorrow. 


Daily dose of simplicity: Leaving behind my temporary life...to arrive in a place where I belong permanently. 

Closing another chapter...

Today's simplicity was brought on by the completion of yet another chapter in this beautiful journey of mine. This chapter, like others, was not extremely easy and did require a small amount of hard work on my part. But with hard work comes some kind of reward and I have definitely earned that reward. When all is said and done, there really is no better feeling than tying up loose ends and knowing that I've finished another semester's worth of classes successfully. 


And my reward? Twelve days of home. Twelve days to spend with those I love, to enjoy my favorite time of year, and to reset my brain. 


Daily dose of simplicity: Leaving school, knowing that I can cross another chunk of classes off of my list. A smile on my face and no stress in my mind. I'm getting closer and closer to my goal...

A clean face is a happy face...

Let's be honest...with nearly 3 million people, thousands of vehicles, and millions of dirty door handles, there really is no way to feel "clean" after merely walking through the city of Chicago. I spent a good portion of my day perusing through several different stores today in hopes of finding a few items to spend my birthday money on (thank you to those who gifted). And while I did find a number of things to add to my growing fall wardrobe, I also picked up the germ-y feeling that I knew would come with my shopping trip. Now, I'm no "germ freak", but I am definitely aware of the door handles and other various public things I've touched along my journey...and there's only so much that antibacterial lotion can do for me. 


This is why I've taken on a new habit every day for the past 15 months that I've been living in the city...washing my face almost immediately after stepping in the door! Between the makeup that I apply before heading out (which today was very minimal and I apologize to those who saw me), and the junk accumulated along the way, my face always could use a good detox when I get home. And it's amazing how something so simple could make me feel so much better. 


Daily dose of simplicity: There's no better feeling than washing away the dirt from the day. A clean face is a happy face...

This is my product of choice: Aveeno Active Naturals Daily Detoxifying Scrub.

Rainy September Sunday...

Let's end the search. I remind myself to stop searching before I start every day and I'm asking you to join me. It's when I don't search for happiness that it ends up coming to me without calling it. No one should have to work for happiness. No one should beg or wait for it's arrival. All we need to do is simply open our eyes...


When I opened my eyes today, I was immediately reminded of the love I share with someone who has joined me in this anti-search method of living. I was reminded that I can breathe. I was reminded that this day belongs to me. I was reminded that I have a roof over my head that shelters me from the now pouring rain outside. I don't need much more than that today. 


Daily dose of simplicity: It's a Sunday in September and I'm burning my new "Fall Air" scented candle. There's nothing better...

Daily dose of simplicity...

One thing that I've practiced my whole life, and more so as I get older, is the ability to really notice and enjoy the simple things around me. As human beings, we tend to always want more. Whether it's more money, more material possessions, more knowledge, or more time. It seems as though we are climbing this never-ending ladder toward more. Sometimes climbing so fast that we don't even take a second to stop at each rung and enjoy the view from that altitude. It makes me wonder...when you get to the top of this ladder, if there even is a top, will you enjoy the view then? Or will you wonder what sites you could have been seeing the whole way up?


One thing I refuse to do is get wrapped up...in the busy, hectic, messy lifestyle I see so many people living. I refuse to get caught fighting and striving for more of anything, unless it's more time with those I love or personal growth. Because I don't need anything more to make my life more complete or better in any way. There is nothing out there that is worth missing out on the daily enjoyment of life itself. Nothing. 


So from this day forward, like so many days in my past, I will take notice of the things in my life that make it so beautiful every single day. I will stop at each rung on this ladder of life. Heck, I might even burn the stupid ladder. Why go up, when all I ever need or want is right here on my level? 


Daily dose of simplicity: My favorite new snack during these fall months...a few spoonfuls of pure pumpkin, plain Greek yogurt, apple slices, and a sprinkle of cinnamon! 

Newer with each day...

The sun is shining today. It shines most other days, but today it is a little bit brighter and a little more empowering. Although it's the same sun I've been seeing for the past 23 years, it somehow has transformed itself into the reassuring symbol of life that I see today. It reminds me that this life continues to evolve with each passing day. It gives each day the ability to be new and fresh. It forces me to smile upon noticing that it's still there, just where I left it yesterday. It reminds me that I am here, living this beautiful and fortunate life. 

With age comes wisdom. With age I've noticed my own personal kind of wisdom that reaches beyond any kind of textbook or scholarly knowledge. It reaches into a world where I become smarter about myself. I learn about myself. With each year, I've noticed my mind not only grow, but become more confident, more focused, and more loving. I've learned to trust my mind, knowing that it will take me exactly where I need to go every single day. Knowing that, at the end of the day, it is the only thing that I need to listen to. I've learned to trust myself. And in trusting myself, I've found that I've become a better person. 

With the start of this new year, I can already feel myself eager to learn more. More about myself, my surroundings, and my loved ones. I'm eager to love more, even if I didn't think it was possible to do so. To truly show that I care, because I do. I will continue to enjoy the sun's rays and know that I am lucky to be able to see it rise every day. I will bask in life...in every little aspect of this life. 

Most importantly, with this new year I will learn to love myself more than I ever have. 

Photo Courtesy of Redbubble.com

Go there...

I rise this morning without my favorite early-morning friend, the sun. This reminds me that the days are changing, the days are getting shorter. I will have to wait a little bit longer for it to appear from behind the horizon of buildings that I see to my left. Paired with the lack of a 5 o'clock sunrise is the presence of a cool breeze that wafts in through my three windows, pushing the scent of freshly brewed coffee to every inch of this space. With the breeze comes the sound of crickets, a sure sign that I've achieved my goal of getting up before the day actually starts. And since my coffee is too hot to hold onto, let me share a few things that I have discovered since my last post. 


There is nothing better than a good mug...filled with coffee of course. There's something about the large, sturdy mugs that makes me want to wear slippers and sip java all day long. And since my last post talked about my favorite thing to pair with coffee for the coming months (remember, the sugar-free pumpkin syrup?), let me show you a few of my fall mugs picks that I know will hold that delicious pumpkin coffee perfectly: 

TARGET: $11.99/4-Pack

TARGET: In Store Only

OVERSTOCK.COM: $30.99/4-Pack

Just like there's nothing better than a good mug of coffee, there's also nothing better than fresh produce from a farmer's market. I made my way up to the Green City Market yesterday and discovered a ton of vendors with fresh fruit, veggies, baked goods, cheese, you name it. I, of course, scoped out a farm from Michigan called Seedling and traded the friendly guy a few dollars for a bag of Jersey Mac apples. Breakfast this morning will be Greek yogurt with apple slices and cinnamon. Very fall-inspired and very delicious. 

Going to the farmer's market reminded me of fall more than ever, even though the 75-degree sun was beating down on me during my journey. There's something about the abundance of apples, homemade jellies (specifically the apple jelly), and the farmers from Michigan that reminds me of my favorite season. And makes me want to go to a place where I can find all of this, plus amazing views, wineries, and most likely that cool breeze that I love so much. 

There is one thing better than a good coffee mug, fresh produce, and apple jelly; that is time with family. I discovered over the past couple of unplanned and disheveled weeks that at the end of the day, the only thing that truly matters is the people closest to you and your relationships with them. Suddenly schedules are not important, to-do lists are not the center of your day, and life is looked at from a different perspective. However, it really makes you sit down and think about where you are, where you're going, and where you truly want to be. It is there that you will find happiness. So go there. 

Morning thoughts...

As I get myself settled in this new environment, my mind does the same with my thoughts. Although there is no window for me to sit in here, I have found comfort on my freshly made bed under a cozy blanket. A mug of coffee waits patiently for me to take another sip. I've made it a goal of mine to get out of bed before 6 AM, to rise with the sun. Even if I find myself returning here to document my thoughts. My reasoning behind this is simple; I feel much better about myself and my day when I get an early start. Not to mention that partial-darkness haze that fills my space in the morning, which motivates me to do it again tomorrow. 


My morning cup of coffee has slipped into my favorite season, which is right around the corner. You guessed it; fall of course. I join my coffee whenever possible and long for the upcoming days of being engulfed by the comforting scents, tastes, and sights of the fall months. I'm done with the hot, uncomfortable days. And so is my coffee. This morning it's sporting my favorite sugar-free syrup, along with its typical splash of soy milk and sprinkle of equal. The final touch of cinnamon transports my mug and I to mid-October. 

http://www.davincigourmet.com/products/product_details/?productID=232

Since my coffee has already crossed into the next season, it's time for me to prepare myself for the transition. I'm anxiously anticipating pulling out my fall wardrobe; leggings, over-sized sweaters, boots, etc. Although these lingering sticky days are preventing me from making the switch, there's no reason why I can't browse for new additions to this cozy wardrobe. Here are a few scarves that I'm drawn to (and can hopefully get my hands on):

With my obsession for cool weather comes my love of pumpkin...anything. My mission for this fall is to create as many pumpkin concoctions as possible, take full advantage of this excuse to do so. It just so happens that my next break from school falls during the last week of September; so you better believe I will be visiting this website and whipping up these guilt-free pumpkin recipes. I'm especially interested in the Roasted Pumpkin-Apple Soup:

And of course, while my soup is cooking, I will be curled up on the couch next to a burning pumpkin candle. Surely I will be needing a good book to read. Which means in the next 5 weeks I will need to get my hands on one that I've recently learned about through my girls at Good Housekeeping, The Happiness Project. The author, Gretchen Rubin, made it a goal of hers to spend 1 year doing something that made her happier every day. And then she wrote a book about it.

So there you have it. A quick recap of my thoughts and ideas for now. From here, I move forward, full force. The next 5 weeks will leave me busy with projects, work, weekends spent with family, and hopefully a little bit of fall-preparation shopping. It's time for another cup of coffee and another beautiful day.

Smooth move...

A change of scenery is never a bad thing. I happen to love change, as long as it leaves me better off than I was before. Or at least not worse off. A new chapter of my life has begun and I've got a new little space to start it in. Although I'm not an expert at moving, I do know that they're typically not the most thrilling aspects of moving forward in life. I realized that I've moved 5 times in the past 5 years; Stephenson to Schaumburg, Schaumburg to Green Bay, Green Bay to Stephenson, Stephenson to Chicago, and Jefferson Street to Illinois Street. With each move came more ease and more confidence. With each move I found myself more sure of things and more sure of what I was doing. 


Yesterday's move was by far the easiest transition between chapters in my book. Perhaps it's because it exposed the light at the end of my education tunnel, knowing that in 11 months I will finally get a hold of my bachelor's degree. In 11 months I will make another move to the place I call home and start a new, exciting life with my best friend. And in 11 short months, I will be the person I sought when deciding to move here in the first place: a better me. Signing my 11-month lease also signed me up for my last 11 months of city-living (although as each day passes the small town girl in me is itching to get out), and it signed me up for another 11 months of experiences, growth, and self-exploration. Signing that lease not only gives me a space to live in, but it gives me a new beginning, a new view, and a new sense of motivation. 


I have to give most of the credit for my smooth move to my moving crew: thanks Mom, Dad, and Cody! However, they did make me realize that even though the moves may get easier, saying goodbye never does. That's when my tough exterior falls and so do the tears. When I signed up for these 2 years in the city, I also signed myself up for what seems like hundreds of goodbyes. I am growing older and more mature as each day passes, but when it comes to goodbyes I'm still that little girl standing on the sidewalk brushing away tears as I watch them leave. From there I'm sent to a familiar place where I stand alone, looking around at the world where I now live, both physically and mentally. I'm surrounded by thoughts of my past, present, and future, with thoughts of my future taking center stage. I've been in this place before, so I know exactly how to handle it. I am not scared. All I need to do is take a deep breath and step forward, tucking memories from my past in a safe place. And I smile as I take a step, knowing that this is exactly what I need to do to make myself a better person. 

If these walls could talk...

If these walls could talk, I would pour myself a cup of coffee, grab a cozy blanket, and listen to the story they had to tell. This is where I find myself this morning. Perched on my windowsill, listening. I hear the steaming of the coffee pot and the quiet hum of the city below me. The darkness of morning fills my small space and light starts to creep in as the sun shows its face in the distance. I lay my head back in surrender, looking at the stark white walls that surround me. And I tell them to talk. I'm ready to listen. 
They were aware of my upcoming arrival, these walls that are now talking to me. Little did they know about the string of emotions that dragged behind me as we drove my life down Highway 94 nearly 13 months ago. Although my belongings fit in 2 vehicles, I was leaving behind my most important possessions as each mile passed. 




Their first introduction to me immediately exposed the excited, but naive, me that turned the handle and slowly walked into my new, temporary, home. 


I had made it. Made it to this place where I never thought I'd be. These walls explain my eagerness to explore, to learn. They admit that they laughed at me upon my arrival, as if I didn't belong. Which I didn't, and maybe still don't. 


The walls keep talking, keep telling me the story that I'm so interested in hearing. They knew I was scared, this was obvious. But they helped me. These walls and this little space became my safety net within a matter of days. My dependency upon them only grew as days turned into months.


It was inside these walls where I transformed from the person I was to the person I am today, something that can be recognized in my posts over the past year. I tell these walls to leave out the parts I'd like to forget, knowing that they remain in my mind simply as stepping stones and nothing more. These walls must have seen a dozen different versions of myself as I stepped from stone to stone, never really settling on solid ground. Never really sure where I was going, what I wanted, or what the hell I was doing here. In fact, looking back, I can barely remember how I got here. My time spent inside these walls cannot be described in words, and trust me I've tried. 

It was here that I learned that it is okay to feel uncomfortable when exploring an unknown part of my life. And it's possible to be proud of myself for exploring. But my journey does not end here. In fact, it takes me just down the road to a new beginning. As I look back at my time on Jefferson Street, I can't help but smile and laugh a bit. If it's possible for this little place to change a person, it definitely has. I've learned more about myself than I ever thought possible. And I've grown, this is for sure. 


Time for these walls to say their goodbyes. Time to pack away the past year of my life and save it for later. Time for one last morning perched on the window sill, one last look at my view. And one last smile as I look around me, grateful for what I've had, but even more grateful for the life I have ahead of me. 

My newest adventure...

After spending a few weeks going through the application process, (and keeping it a secret from most of you), it became official today that I am the newest contributor of Miss A, an online women's magazine that covers lifestyle topics in cities across the United States. In an effort to expand my writing portfolio and gain experience, I had been searching for a reputable online magazine to possibly write for in the future. When I found out about Miss A, I was eager to get in touch with Andrea Rodgers, the site's creator, to discuss possibilities with her magazine. I had no idea it would only take me a month to become a part of the team! I will be writing for their Chicago section and will be covering everything from events and fun things to do in the city, to restaurants and local businesses. This will give me a chance to utilize my creative mind while educating our audience on what's going on in their city. And, it will give me an opportunity to explore Chicago and take advantage of everything it has to offer! 


For those of you wondering what Miss A is all about, let me explain. Miss Rodgers started this online magazine 3 years ago for the purpose of giving readers advice. Although her audience still comes to her for heartfelt advice, the magazine has expanded to include authentic, informative articles from writers all across the country. "Miss A provides heartfelt, rather than manufactured, content for women’s well-rounded lifestyle interests including political and social issues; art and cultural events; charity galas and volunteer opportunities with nonprofits; women’s organizations and networking events; art and literature; design and entertaining; fashion and beauty; food and dining." (Miss A)


My first three articles will be submitted within the first 10 days of being a Miss A Author, and then I will submit weekly articles. Although I was hopeful that my writing would expand beyond this blog, I never imagined it would happen so quickly and with the support of such an inspiring online magazine. This just helps prove that with determination and a little bit of hard work, I can make progress toward any goal. And so can YOU!


Check out my first article: http://askmissa.com/author/kphillippo/


Feel free to browse through the magazine to see what they're all about...and be sure to keep your eyes open for more articles from me, the newest Miss A author!  


 

Bring on the heat...

The summer heat has arrived! And although there are plenty of you out there moaning and groaning about this extreme sauna-like weather (I assume the same people that moan and groan about the cold during winter months), I happen to be on good terms with the heat. Partially because I can spend the majority of my day in the AC, and partially because when I am outside, I like to just soak it all in. And an appropriate, functional outfit makes it much more enjoyable (ditch the denim and the tight-fitting clothes...please!) Try this cool and comfortable lemonade-inspired dress:

At Old Navy for $36.94

Speaking of lemonade, this is by far the best drink to have by your side when outside in the high temps. And since I don't like all the added sugar and god knows what else that is in store-bought lemonade, I found this all-natural recipe for my fave summer drink:

Ingredients:

-2 lemons, sliced

-3 tablespoons of honey

-4 to 5 cups of water

Directions:

Boil the water in any way that you want. In a large container place the sliced lemons and add in the honey. Next, pour in the boiling water and allow the mixture to steep for 10 minutes. Pour the hot lemonade into a large container and refrigerate overnight. Enjoy your natural healthy lemonade. It is also great served hot, and is great for preventing and healing colds.

And if this lemonade doesn't keep you hydrated enough, fall back on the classic drink: WATER! I cannot stress the importance of drinking water enough...and since you're probably tired of hearing it from me, take a look at this article:

http://askmissa.com/2011/01/20/miracle-weight-loss-and-beauty-tip/

Believe me now??

Okay, okay...let's all get out there and enjoy the 100-degree summer sun (we all know how fast the days go by)!! Here's a classic tune to get you in the mood:


Happy sweating!!

Simple Saturday...

My first Saturday alone in the city after living a different life for nearly a month. I decided to keep it simple, yet slightly adventurous. 

A train ride north.

                                                                                                                                 

A delicious Starbucks iced coffee with non-fat milk and sugar free hazelnut syrup that disappeared too fast (should have gone with the Trenta).                                                              

A stroll around the Edgewater Art Festival (http://edgewater.org/artsfest) while sipping my cool drink. Here I saw art (and people) of all kinds...

It didn't take me long to browse through the neighborhood of crafts and imagination. I was back on the train. 


Back to my familiar neighborhood. Back to my own imagination. 


To end this little Saturday, I picked up a flick from Redbox and planted myself where I now sit. As my eyes grow heavy, I can't help but smile at the day I've just had.  

Missing my sunrises...

My start to this beautiful day began with a minor struggle. Sure, I understand that my sleeping and eating patterns have been completely unorganized over the past few weeks. And I also understand that getting back into my routine may take a few days of adjustment. But, regardless, I struggled to open my eyes this morning. And if you know me, you know this is an issue that needs to be addressed. I am a morning person, and I don't enjoy the struggle...so I had to get to the bottom of it. 


First thing's first: I need to let my body restore itself after being exposed to an unusual amount of sugar and carbohydrates. Give me a break, I was on vacation and found it unnecessary to follow my usual meal plan. I'm over it, and have moved on. One thing I have found that makes a difference in the quality of my sleep is the type of food I eat for supper, or when I eat my meal. I find that not eating after 7-ish allows my body to wake up well-rested and refreshed, instead of bogged down and exhausted. I will give my body a break from sweets and carbs for awhile, and make sure to gulp down a ton of water (with lemon of course). This will help.


Another thing that I've yet to master is the amount of sleep I get. I've tried everything: 6 hours, 7 hours, 8 hours...on a couple occasions 12 hours (which I didn't think was even possible, but apparently it is). I've tried 6.5 hours, 7.5 hours...you get it. I'm still hoping to find the right amount, but my best bet is between 7 and 8 hours. And I've also heard that watching TV is the worst thing you can do before bed...good thing I like to read! 


If all else fails, I found that using a good tune as my wake up call helps me get moving in the morning. Better yet, put your phone (if you use your phone like I do) somewhere away from your bed; this way you physically have to get out of bed to turn it off. And I'm not talking some kind of loud, obnoxious song to wake you up, as this can make you irritated right from the start...something soft, but motivating does the trick for me. 


Finally, once you are out of bed, spend at least 10 minutes giving your body a good stretch! There is nothing better than loosening up those muscles and preparing your body for the day ahead. Now, if I listen to my own advice, the transformation from vacation mode to real-life mode should happen fairly quickly. And I will once again be able to enjoy my early mornings, and watch the sun rise over the skyscrapers. 


Take a look at this article from Zen Habits that highlights the benefits of waking up early (I hope you find it as motivating as I did): http://bit.ly/9ykHpN

New meaning to a year...

How do we define a year? Is it simply watching the months pass on a calendar? Or is it a daily, even hourly, progression of time? Yes and yes; both are true. A year consists of 365 days, each following the one before it like a duckling following its mother. Each day the sun rises and sets; only the fortunate ones will see it rise again tomorrow. A year is another chunk of time that we can cross off, another number that can be added to our age, and four more seasons that have said hello and goodbye. As I look at this 12-month piece of time that I carry in my past, I realize it is much more than a $12.99 calendar. For once, I can see the progress that has been made in my life; I can see both the natural and guided progression. I can look back over this so-called "year" and see it as more than just a word. And I do. 


When I process the year in my head, one word comes to mind: growth. Mentally, physically...and personally. The personal growth could be measured with a scale, undoubtedly the greatest amount of invisible matter that I have ever possessed individually. And the greatest impact on my life that I have ever experienced. For that reason, any moments of distress become completely worth it in an instant. All struggles turn into steps taken toward progress, and all tears shed become tears of joy. 


Within this year, I saw 365 versions of myself. Each day seemed to bring a new me, or so I felt. Some versions were repeated, and some were seen only once. It's true that one of the most difficult things in life is finding out who you are, and where you are going. Some may never discover either, and that is just fine. If you are one of those people, take my advice and understand that who you really are is yourself...and go wherever the sun shines on you. 


Which is where I'm headed; to a place where the sun is never sheltered by clouds, and the clouds that are seen only serve the purpose of cooling me down. I have discovered that I am only who I am...nothing more, nothing less; I am content with this. Love has shown me a new meaning of itself, and it has taken me to a new realm for the unveiling. My emotions have been tested, with both loneliness and adventurous taking the most of the heat. They can rest for now. 


And although I've done nothing but rest for the past month or so, I feel like I can breathe now better than ever. With my deep breath comes a new minute, a new beginning. The inhale puts a smile on my face and forces me to remember where I've come, and what I've become. As I exhale slowly, I am ridding myself of any pessimistic thoughts or feelings that may have been lurking in the shadows. I am recognizing my new strengths, and kindly setting my weaknesses to the side. 


And as I open my eyes, I see a new life. One that, in only a year's time, has been altered dramatically...for the better. 

Let's go back...

What happened to the simple days? The days that seemed to last forever. The days that were spent with eyes wide open, amazed by smallest things that still surround us now, but hold different meaning. Days that were lived one at a time. Those days have slipped away. They've been pushed aside by life's inability to slow down. They join youth, carelessness, and innocence; a giant cluster of everything we took for granted and wished would end. As I sit here in the house where I was once a young, naive girl, I am reminded of these days from my past. These thoughts could bring upon sad feelings, realizing that these days cannot be relived. But instead, I prefer to relish in the memories and laugh at the thought of them.

This Friday night is much different from those in the past. Friday nights were the best part of the week during our childhood here on Section Street. Not only could we sleep anywhere we wanted, but we could stay up later, without a single worry about the day to follow. There were no alarm clocks, no obligations, and certainly no concerns. We'd laugh for hours, our topics of conversation so unimportant, yet fragile. We would be surrounded by our favorite snacks; stress over caloric intake and nutritional value did not exist.

And since we did not worry about food at all, we were free of guilt. Free of body issues. Free of self-confidence issues. We did not worry about the number we saw on the scale, and probably never even stepped on the stupid thing. Makeup and beauty were things we played with, but did not depend on for happiness and acceptance. Our favorite outfit was a random mix of "play clothes", and were typically shared between us and passed down from sister to sister. To us, being wild was accepting the dare to run around the house in the dark. Being adventurous was trudging through the woods in search for the perfect spot for a secret fort. Cooking was gathering things from the garden and mixing them with mud, water, and a variety of grasses from the field to create a stew.

Our most humiliating moments turned into the everyday happenings of life today. Our biggest discoveries have become those things today that don't get an ounce of our attention. Anxiety occurred while you awaited mom's decision after asking if you could take a bike ride to the dime store. Since the answer was typically yes, freedom was riding down the street in a frenzy to get to our destination. Being frugal did not exist, and we spent every cent of our $3.00 on candy or the occasional useless toy.

Fun did not stop. And it certainly did not need to be sought after like it does today. Grief was experienced after killing a jar of fireflies that served as your nightlight on any given summer night. Death was one of those things that you heard about but swore never actually happened. Hard work was solving a scavenger hunt created by my older sister, and patience was practiced while we waited for her to finish it. Self-improvement meant rinsing your dirty feet off with the hose and setting goals was something adults did. Exhaustion came after a rousing game of badminton and generally lasted no longer than a few minutes. Being comfortable in your skin truly did exist and body image did not. The small things in life were just there, all around us. We did not need to search for them, or bask in them, they were simply there. Time seemed to stand still and getting older, like death, was not something that we would ever experience.

So let's go back to these days. Let's run around without a care in the world, as if getting winded doesn't exist. Let's tell stories and laugh at the dumbest things. Let's explore the world around us, even if it means staying in our backyard. Let's do it...because nobody is telling us we can't.

Saturday morning find...

My Saturday is off to a great start, and I hope you can all say the same! The day started early, at about 5:00, which is ideal for me. The longer I stay in bed, the more time I waste, and the less productive I am the rest of the day. So, I got in my daily workout and morning stretches all before 6:00; not bad. Then it was off to the grocery store for a few items for the weekend: apples, plain fat-free yogurt, strawberries (which were on sale for $1.99), corn on the cob, and milk. Now, I'm not necessarily a milk drinker, and I never have been. Since I don't eat cereal, the only thing I use milk for these days is to pour in my coffee, since I am a bit of a coffee drinker. Well, my day got even better when I noticed the organic milk was on sale; in fact, it was cheaper than the conventional milk I usually get. In a perfect world, I would buy organic groceries like it's no one's business. But, as you may know, it gets a bit pricey. So imagine my excitement when I find that I can afford to buy organic milk today! Oh happy day... 


It's possible that consuming organic food is partly a mental thing for me. I feel like I'm treating my body with more respect by avoiding those "bad" things found in regular food. This is another topic that I've heard too many stories and opinions on, so I just decide to take matters into my own hands and do what I think is best for me. Milk is one of the things I would much rather have in organic form, mainly because it comes directly from an animal, and for some reason just seems better for you. That's my reasoning, and I'm sticking to it. Although, after reading an article that was published in January (http://www.eatingrealfood.com/articles/study-organic-milk-is-more-nutritious-than-conventional-milk/), I learned that organic milk has higher concentrations of polyunsaturated fats. Which means absolutely nothing to me. So, I continue my research. And after drowning my brain with chemistry terms, and being thrown back and forth between "yes, they're good for you" and "no, they're not", I've decided to focus on the benefits of polyunsaturated fats (omega 3 and omega 6 fatty acids): improved brain health, healthy vision, healthy skin, strong bones, reduced risk of heart disease, and reduced cancer risk. 


Hmm. Sounds good to me...organic milk it is! As long as it's on sale. 


Since I'm always in the mood to learn more, what can you tell me about organic milk? 

My brand of choice!

Am I really a city person?

As I was walking home this afternoon, after a delicious lunch at Goodwin's with my cousin Shana, I found myself behind two women who were clearly not residents of Chicago. How can I tell? Well, it's easy to spot a visitor. Usually their pace gives it away, and since I walk super fast (according to everyone who's ever walked next to me), I usually pass them. And if that's not enough, tourists' heads are typically tilted back as they view the massive buildings. They're usually carrying a camera, looking slightly confused and overwhelmed. It's these people that really make me feel fortunate to be in a city that people flock to. Anyway, I heard one of the women say, "I'm just not a city person." Which got me to thinking; am I really a city person? 


Well, yes and no. If you haven't noticed, I like to keep to myself. You'll never find me in the bars or out with friends. Mainly because I don't find pure happiness there. I don't get enjoyment from spending time with people who don't truly care about me, and I definitely don't see anything positive about wasting precious time doing things that don't make me a better person. So, for that reason, I am not a city person. Since the city offers so much nightlife and activity, it's great for people who are into the whole social scene. And good for them. However, that doesn't mean that I don't enjoy different aspects of the city. Since moving here I've spent more time exploring and soaking up the things that I find appealing and inspirational; something else the city is full of. I've been so enthralled by the people here and I think it's safe to say I've seen every kind. I've been amazed by the architecture and the city itself and still find myself gazing out of my window, just like I did on the day I moved here. 


Something about the "big city" always intrigued me and I think I know why; because it's different and makes me uncomfortable. My whole life I've been comfortable and safe and average. By being here I've opened a completely different door, forcing me to explore this new world and learn about myself in the process. This past year has been more of a mental experience than a physical experience, and I wouldn't change that for anything. For that reason, I am a city person.


But, I still think these 2 years will be enough for me.

Squeeze that lemon!

Although we all know how important drinking water is for our health, most of us still aren't downing an adequate amount on a daily basis. I've heard so many assumptions on the "correct" amount of water...your weight in ounces, half your weight in ounces, 8 glasses (my glass or your glass?), and other random quantities. My solution: drink all day. I carry around a convenient bottle that I keep on refilling during my day...whether I'm at school, at home, or relaxing outside (which I won't be doing today since it is basically a monsoon out there). At first it was difficult drinking so much water, but now I've become dependent on it. I feel dehydrated if I don't get my usual amount, which tells me that my body does need it! But, my latest and greatest addition to my water addiction is a delicious one: LEMON! 

That's right, dropping a fresh slice of lemon into my glass of water enhances the drink and gives me happy, summer-y feeling! Not only that, but it tastes so much better. And, adding fresh lemon slices to your water comes with a handful of health benefits. I start my day with a full glass of water and 2 slices of lemon to "cleanse" my system and feel fresh for the new day. Apparently lemon also aids in digestion and prevents bacteria buildup in the body. Who doesn't want that?? Take a look at this article I found on Livestrong.com:

http://www.livestrong.com/article/111175-benefits-lemon-water/

Take my advice: for just 50 cents a piece, lemon is a great way to enhance your water (and a cheap/healthy alternative to lemonade!) 

Drink up!!

Current obsession...

This is just a quick post to share my current love affair with you. It's days like today that make me fall even more in love with the MAXI DRESS! With the current temperature in Chicago at 90 degrees, this garment is a must-have for this girl. And since it's always windy in this city, shorter dresses just won't work. With the maxi dress, I'm able to stay cool and be stylish at the same time (although I'm much more interested in being cool). And mostly importantly, they're comfortable! 


However, I don't like to spend a lot of money on summer clothes, since they'll just get worn to the beach for a couple months. Luckily, Forever 21 has the best assortment of maxi dresses and at prices that we can all afford. AMEN!! 


Here are a few that I found (and love): 

CHEAP...yet, super cute!! Get this one for $14.90.

Fun, summer color! Add this to your wardrobe for $22.80.

I didn't think I liked TIE-DYE...but I like this! Especially for $24.80.

Disclaimer: If you're under 5'4", I would not recommend attempting the maxi dress trend as it will most likely make you look even shorter. Sorry...but the truth hurts. 

Yes, it IS possible...

Ahhh, here we go. Somewhere between the enjoyable busyness (yes, I had to use dictionary.com to make sure this was an actual word), I have found my blog again. Who am I kidding, I'm never too busy for my blog. But sometimes I get so wrapped up in other aspects of my life that I simply want to enjoy each moment, instead of write about them. Today seemed like a good day to write, since I have found myself in the calm portion of the semester. With only a week and a half left, the only thing on my plate is a random assortment of 4 finals and 2 presentations. Sounds like a lot, right? Nope...I'll be fine. I am still waiting for it to get hectic, but it seems as though I've made it (almost) through another semester without much, or any, stress. Also, the next 2 weeks will take me to the completion of my first year at the Illinois Institute of Art, leaving me with only another year to go before completion. Wow...*sigh*.


Speaking of being a student...something I've learned while being a student is that it IS possible to eat healthy on a strict budget. Quite frankly, I'm getting tired of hearing that the "college student diet" is acceptable, since we basically have no money. That it's OK to eat pizza and macaroni & cheese and McDonald's because it's cheap and it's all we can afford. Well, this is me putting my foot down in disgust and slight confusion. The last time I checked, a pizza (if we're talking your standard Jack's) is around $5.00. Sure, that gives you 8 slices and fills you to the brim (with sodium cholesterol, and simple carbohydrates), but I've found a way to eat all of my food groups in less than $5.00...per DAY! 


And since you probably don't believe me...take a look at my menu on any random day:


BREAKFAST:
Cup of Plain, Non-fat Yogurt - $0.50
Banana - 5 for $1.43, which means one is about $0.29


LUNCH: 
Cup of lettuce - $1.00 per bag of about 4 servings, so $0.25
Cup of brown rice - $2.19 for a box of 9 servings, so $0.24
Ear of corn - $0.18


SNACK: 
Cup of yogurt - $0.50
Banana - $0.29


SUPPER:
Portion of fish - $1.00
Ear of corn - $0.18
Cup of brown rice - $0.24
Cup of lettuce - $0.25


Which brings my grand total to $3.92 for the entire DAY! I agree that this menu lacks variety, but trust me, I do switch it up on a daily basis to avoid getting tired of the same ole' thing. Sometimes I will throw in a bag of organic/fat free popcorn as a pre-bedtime snack. However, I've learned to stick to a few key components in order to eat healthy with my budget: 


(Keep in mind my grocery store is awesome and typically has good prices on the things I stock up on)


1. Bananas are the cheapest fruit. But when they have a sale on other fruits I definitely take a break from bananas! For instance, watermelons are on sale right now for $4.99, and will usually last me 2-3 days (I love watermelon)...so, for a treat, I will get watermelon and sacrifice a portion of my budget.
2. Fish portions are always priced at 10 for $10...thank you Jewel Osco!! 
3. Brown rice is a healthy alternative to other carbohydrates. It keeps me full and kicks my carb craving in the butt. Also, if I make a portion at a time, I will avoid eating too much of it and will get 9 servings out of each box.
4. Look for sales! Sure, I would rather get the standard bag of iceberg lettuce, but Fresh Express's shredded lettuce is on sale right now for $1.00 per bag! Who cares if it's meant for tacos. 
5. Generic tastes the same as name-brand. Unless you think about it too much, there really is no difference in taste.


So, all of these tactics combined have led me to the conclusion that it IS possible to eat healthy on a "student's budget". And eating healthy improves my mood/self-esteem/attitude, and empowers a healthier mind...which will come in handy over the next 10 days! 


Even if you're not a college student, it is still possible to feed your family (and yourself) healthy meals on a budget. I read this article on Dr.Phil.com (love this man) about eating healthy on a budget...and there are millions of other ones out there. So, do your research, clip some coupons, and focus on the nutritional value of your food without stressing about prices! 


http://www.drphil.com/articles/article/608

My favorite healthy meal: Baked fish, brown rice, and a big salad with tomato!