..the worst student ever

So i am slacking, big time. Morseso than usual. I have excuses, I swear. Plenty of excuses of why I am not studying for my upcoming 2 weeks of classes and tests...plenty of excuse, very valid points in fact... But truth be told, I think I am slacking mostly because I think the subject matter is quite dull.

Yes I admit it. I would rather be reading something else, which I have been doing most of the weekend. Blazingly hot and sticky humid here on the Atlantic Coast. Fueled by an almond mocha blended, putting some last minture touches on the treehouse. It really is starting to come together and I am quite excited about my newly paired down closet/wardrobe. The imensity of my wardrobe was seriously daunting. As much as I love fashion, I gave in, getting rid of at least a third of my clothing. The closet is in order, the shoes are another story but I shall get around to it when I can...

RSB is feeling very restless without tv. I am the opposite, I find it much more relaxing without a constant stream of Law and Order or Orioles games running in the background.

It all ties in with the serenity that I am trying to achieve. Calm, peaceful, stressfree zone which is conducive for creating. We went out and bought RSB some sketch books and pencils today. The guitars are propped up around the office, begging to be played. He has a large countertop for tee shirt design. My workstation isnt completely in place but I'm not stressin it...this insurance class will completely tie up the next 2 weeks of my life.

So off to bed for some much needed shut eye. Tomorrow is my first day of school!!! I'm not nervous in the bit, nor have I put much thought into my outfit, very odd for me. Usually I have the first weeks clothing mapped out...I think more than anything, I'm just too tired to sweat the small things...

29 and holding...

I'm amost 30. This scares me a little...ok this scares me a lot. I feel older than I should most days. Less than 9 months left until the big day rolls around. Friends who are either pregnant, engaged, married are constantly saying things like "this is the age we're SUPPOSED to be (fill in the blank with pregnant, engaged, married) and act like I am insane not be embracing their particular timeline. Then I realize that by 30, my grandmother had been married for 12 years and was the mother of 6. Scary.

So, although I am in no rush to be pregnant, married, engaged quite yet, there are a few things I would like to have under my belt by the big 3-0...

I would like to at least eat vegan/raw most of the week. My body just feels so much more efficient when I am eating well. My hair is so much shinier, my skin is clear and soft. I actually have energy that is not supplemented by 3+ cups of java a day. Before the move I went out and bought a juicer. The fridge is now stocked with fresh fruits and veggies, plenty of teas and kombucha and my purse is filled with Lara Bars for a quickie work breakfast. I am resolving to (on most days) only eat fruit before noon. I am going to start bringing brown steamed rice with beans to go along with my fresh salads at lunch. RSB is very opposed to cutting back on his carnivorous ways so he may be fending for himself more often than he is used to. I have been feeling very disattached from my body for far too long.

I want to make my home into a sanctuary. This truly appears to be quite the feat, as I sit here lazily wishing the bags and boxes would unpack themselves. I want to create a space that inspires both relaxation and creativity for both myself and RSB. I would like to get back to my writing and RSB needs to get back to his art. So we need to create a blissed out little boho den to get the creative juices a flowing in our office. I'm picturing blissful dank meals with good company and heady wine in the fall, when the leaves comprising our treehouse start to darken and become vibrant burgandies and firey oranges. A closet that is organized and spare, as opposed to the overflowing disaster that my closets usually are. A kitchen where I get to experiment with vegan yummy recipes and show RSB that veggies can be tasty.

I want to get back to yoga. Plain and simple. At least 3 days a week.

I want to master my occupation. No, being an insurance specialist is not my dream job. But I love my company and my wrk is satisfying in a strange way. So while I am being an insurance diva guru, I want to be the best damn insurance diva guru I can be. Which is why I am going to school for the next two weeks to get another insurance designation, while I am currently home studying for my ACSR.

A few achievable little goals to add to my neverending list...

Each day, each minute, each second in which you are still breathing, is a chance to turn it all around, start over again...like right now...and now...and now...off to grab some heady organic strawberry lemonade before I get started on the closet...

~with hope

our treehouse

So we did it. We moved. We got the hell out. And damn does it feel good to sit here on my laptop, surrounded by bags and boxes, in front of my floor to ceiling windows which kitty loves so much, and just EXHALE...

The last three weeks have definitely been a whirlwind of activity. Lots of traveling, lots of packing, tons of carrying...there was the annual trip to Ocean City Nj with lots of walks on the beach and cold brews. Then there was our weekend jaunt to Raleigh NC to see Tom Petty and Steve Winwood. We stayed at RSB's parents place, which is an oasis situated behind a country club. Palm trees surround the oversized pool, nestled between more tall ancient trees. RSB's mother was constantly making alcoholic rainbow hued snowballs and the dank stoner food which RSB loves so much. Fresh fruit for me. Lying in an innertube, icy drink in my hand in the scorching NC sun, brought me a bit of the blissful relaxation that I so desperately needed,

Of course, being OCNJ reaffirmed for both myself and RSB that we need to move to a sleepy beach town within the next couple of years. We both crave to be by the sea, living life at a much more relaxed pace than we have of late. The only other place I would consider moving to is Tahoe. Nature-wise, it may be one of the most beautiful places in the country, Definately the most beautiful place I have ever been. If it weren't for RSB, I honestly believe that I would have moved there after leaving corporate hell. I just love having the missing half of my soul (RSB) too much to ever consider leaving him, even for paradise.

So here is where we ended up, freshly moved into our treehouse in the clouds. Leaves hang in front of all windows, a large beautiful tree is ingeniously placed in front of our enormous deck, which offers ultimate privacy. We are on the corner of the building so the back half of our place (the bedroom and the office) look out into enormous woods, where we saw a deer nibbling grass on the first day here. Fall is going to be amazing out here, I can tell already. And its only a mile jaunt to Wegmans and even less to the wellness center where I am about to start yoga classes. There are ridiculous amounts of hiking trails around here, I cant wait to get unpacked and really dig into them...

Can I? Dare I even utter it? I think for the first time, in a long time, life is good...