In case you were curious, engagement ring shopping is hard.

Especially when you were the girl who grew up thinking you'd never get married because you're too wild to be tied down and too hell bent on your independence to rely on another-anything. Instead of playing barbies and dreaming of napkin hews, flower arrangements, and making a mental checklist of your future husband; I played 'Nam in the woods behind the house and constructed elaborate forts inbetween soccer practice. Mother nature was my playground, not a dollhouse.

but I don't think it's about being tied down, tamed, or losing your independence.
I think it's about finding someone, as cheesy as this may be to quote (my hero) Ms. Sarah Jessica Parker, "Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they’re supposed to run wild until they find someone — just as wild — to run with."
Have you thrown up yet from how sappy that was?
Which reminds me- I started my diet today.

It'll probably last until Wednesday.
On a glass-half full note, the massive school ride alongs I had scheduled that have almost all but been completely canceled. So during spring break on both days it was canceled, I ran eight miles each. Love love love. Relaxing, unplanned, runs. I love how limber I feel the next day.



split shank, cathedral, princess cut, oy, I don't know. I just want to wear it.


I'm catching myself smiling more. My hair is still falling out from stress and I have more pent up anxiety than a chihuaha in a dog cage all day but there's periods of intermittent, unprovoked smiling.