Memories are the diary that we carry with us. Nine years ago, I was preparing for my wedding. It was a nutty, stressful time. I felt alone, clueless, and anxious. How much are the flowers?? Will my mom sit near my dad at the reception? We need programs? Then came the day. The fireworks display… Read More The Bench
Saturday in the park, I think it was the Fourth of July. People dancing, people laughing, A man selling ice cream, singing Italian songs. Every time I hear Chicago or Steely Dan, I think of my dad. Some of my fondest memories from when I was a little girl were when I’d walk into the… Read More These Songs Remind Me of You
Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations. Guys, it’s been a long five years. But this past year has felt like one of the longest. I’ve been trying to figure out what’s been getting to me lately. What’s making me feel paralyzed. I don’t think it’s the travel and obligations. I don’t think it’s the cats… Read More My Queendom
I’m having a moment. A moment where things aren’t hugely exciting. A moment where the future seems lonely. A moment where I’m unsure if I’m on the right track. A moment where I’m questioning what “yes” really means. I wasn’t sure if I should tell you that. About my moment. But this journey is about openness,… Read More A Moment
I learned something after running 13.1 miles a couple weeks ago: there is such a thing as the post-half blues. I learned something else: it’s common and ok–especially after the first one. It’s kind of like that feeling you get when the wedding you spent a whole year planning comes and goes and then there’s this weirdo void that’s all… Read More Not The Last Half-Marathon Post
Fi Says YES 