Where I’ve been

It’s no surprise I took a hiatus from blogging over the last few months. I mean, hell, the last post I made, other than my yearly music recap, dates all the way back to October 2018!

I feel like it’s a long standing joke that the days between Christmas and New Years are all a blur – nobody really knows what day it is, where they are, or what the hell is even going on. For me, I feel like this time extends way before Christmas, to Thanksgiving. I feel like once Turkey Day hits, life is shifted into top gear and we’re flying until suddenly the year is over and a new one is beginning with no warning.

I tend to like to take the time during this never-ending holiday season to spend time with family, more so now that my brother lives in Ohio and isn’t home all the time, and especially now that I moved out of the house and don’t see my family nearly as much anymore.

I wish I had some crazy story to tell you about where I’ve been, but really, I’ve just been here. I didn’t go anywhere, didn’t really even do much other than take the time to appreciate those around me.

One thing that I really did enjoy during my time off was being able to decorate my own space for the holidays. Holiday decorating has always been a favorite activity of mine, but having a home of your own really let my creativity flow [and money flow out of my wallet, if we’re being honest here]. I didn’t realize how crazy I went until today when I set time aside to take everything down and box it up until next year. I hate that now my home looks so empty and boring, but it’s ready for some new memories to be made into the new year.

What are some of your favorite memories made throughout this holiday season? xoxo.

Life changes like the seasons

I was scrolling through Facebook the other day when I saw the above post.

While I would assume most people would scroll by without reading, or read it and think, *wow how corny is that?* I, for one, really enjoyed this post for a multitude of reasons.

It’s no surprise that life cycles through phases of transformation and change. These cycles are inevitable and cannot be avoided. However, they can be extremely manageable and beneficial for our own personal lives and our outlook on the life ahead of us. Just as the seasons change, the seasons of our life are changing as a result of choices and decisions that we make on a daily basis.

While life is all about change, the seasons of life are temporary. Just as the raindrops that fall over our head, or the thunder booming outside, none of these events will last forever. These events are temporary in nature, just as the seasons of life are temporary from a psychological standpoint. While sometimes that is hard to understand, it is an important concept to grasp. What may be a negative event today will one day be considered old news. Negativity doesn’t last forever; there is always a positive flicker of light to walk toward at the end of the road.

When I look at the above poem, I look forward to the spring. On a personal level, this winter hasn’t been the greatest winter I’ve had. It hasn’t been the worst, but there have been some things going on that make me excited for the new chapter that will come once spring arrives. When it’s winter, I tend to stay in more due to horrible weather, hating being cold, and not wanting to pile on multiple layers when just having to do something so small as pump gas. Plus, the transition from winter to spring is one of my favorite ones. The grayness of winter transitioning into the pastel hues that scream spring, to me, there is nothing that can replace that feeling. Everything is brighter and lighter. People seem happier. There is a shift in the outlook of life when you can shed the winter layers and let yourself and your body breathe. The change in the air without a doubt brings a change in overall attitude. At least for me, that is.

If you look back at the above post, who doesn’t want to eliminate selfishness, indifference, gossip and grumbling? And who doesn’t want to add peace of mind, heart, and soul into their life? A life spent with family, friends, and each other is a life well spent. A life filled with love, faith, kindness and patience is a life that every person should want. And if you don’t want those things, why? What is preventing you from living your best, most inspiring life? What is preventing you from being timely, helping others, or being of service? What is stopping you from being your best you? We should all strive to live a fulfilling life, regardless of our beliefs or the seasons.

A change in seasons is something that we all could use. Whether you’ve had a rough week or a rough year, change will come your way. xoxo.

You fancy, huh? 

One of the sad truths that go along with working retail is the business that comes from three-day weekends. I barely had time to breathe yesterday, [hence my lack of blog post yesterday], but I had a nice lil break when my hunny took me out to a nice, fancy dinner date. We’ve made this an annual event – taking one day out the year and treating ourselves to time alone with a nice meal – at a restaurant we wouldn’t normally go to on a semi-frequent basis.

If you haven’t been to Ristorante Lombardo on Hertel Avenue in Buffalo, New York, I suggest you get off your butt and go.

I kind of had no idea what to expect when we walked in, mostly because I don’t normally dress in a pencil skirt and pumps to go out to dinner. The restaurant itself was gorgeous – dim lighting, gold ceilings, paintings on the wall, the staff was more than pleasant, and the food…oh my god. I can honestly say it is the best meal I’ve had in my 24 years of life. Being Italian, I can be somewhat picky when it comes to eating Italian anywhere but my own home, but let me shout from the rooftops that this food compares to nothing I’ve ever eaten in my life. I had Eggplant al Forno and ate the entire thing. No shame.

I’ve probably driven past this restaurant 86,000 times since Jon lives in the neighborhood surrounding Hertel and I could kick myself for never going here before. But I’ll definitely be back again. xoxo.