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Vegas. SJ. Palm Desert.

31 Jan


Just because my journal has ended doesn’t mean my blogging has to stop. I am going to continue to recap the things I am most grateful for each month. It makes me happy sharing my life.

January was a whirlwind. This month I found gratitude in:

  • Peyton’s 5th Birthday.
  • A successful work trip for CES.
  • A second successful work trip in Palm Desert.
  • Time reconnecting with dear friends.

Looking forward to some wellness in February. I am doing a yoga challenge and focusing on eating clean. My body is craving it after Italy and the holidays. Namaste! Thank you for stopping by.
























730 Sentences

31 Dec


Yesterday morning I backed out of my garage and ripped my passenger side mirror right off my car. If this has happened two years ago I would have been super pissed off. Yes, it was a stupid move but its 100% fixable. If that was the biggest problem I was going to have all day, I was doing pretty good. It’s not a big deal. There was a time in my life that this would have been. There was a time this would have taken me to a very unhappy place.

My happiness project is just that, a PROJECT. This didn’t start because I am naturally a happy go lucky gal. It started because I was exactly the opposite. I was great at acting like everything was amazing when deep down I was troubled. Being miserable isn’t a way to live life. Filling my heart with gratitude has been a game changer. When life gives me lemons I now make lemonade instead of bitching about the lemons.

Shortly after demolishing my side mirror a good friend texted me that she needed a favor because she had to leave town unexpectedly due to the passing of her Grandfather. As I slid into my car in route to her, my side mirror never seemed more unimportant. Doing something to bring a smile to my friend’s pretty face did. Spreading love is the most important thing we will ever do. That’s what my happiness project is built on.

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2014 has been a great year. As I looked back on the last few months I couldn’t help but smile. There have been so many wonderful moments that I want to highlight before the ball drops and we ring in 2015. I have written 730 sentences in my journal so far. Thank you for being a part of it.

Compressed Work Weeks

I have noted this before in a previous blog but it has been such a game changer I feel the need to give it a shout out once more. gap intelligence adopted a compressed work week and it has made my work week simply delightful. We work 9 hour days Monday through Thursday and a half day on Friday. Having more time to enjoy the weekends has been gaptastic.



Hartman’s Mom retired from a long and happy career as a nurse this year. We flew to Northern California to celebrate this fabulous milestone. It was a joy to meet everyone she has worked with. The party was lovely and I am so glad we made the journey to celebrate.




My Big Brother’s best friend married the love of his life at the end of September. Hartman and I flew to San Jose to witness them say, “I do”. My Brother has been friends with the same group of hilarious guys since high school. When they get together constant laughter ensues. We danced like our lives depended on it. My Mom and Step Dad attended as well despite my Step Dad’s severe jet lag. It was so much fun laughing at all the silly speeches as everyone wished the happy couple well.




Tini Gets Married

My college Bestie, Tini, married her best friend mid-October. This wedding was more like a Broadway production. Between them marrying themselves, multiple choreographed dances, a flash mob, and comical MC-ing by the world’s greatest DJ, this wedding was beyond entertaining. I was sitting on the edge of my seat in anticipation of what was going to happen next. We stopped in Malibu on the way home to cap off a spectacular weekend.






Five Year gapiversary

I celebrated my 5 year anniversary at gap intelligence in October. I love my job and am so grateful that my friend recommended me. I had no experience when they hired me. They took a chance on me and I am so glad they did. I am proud to be a gapper.



Marco Polo

Hartman’s college Bestie came to SD for a visit. His visit overlapped with the Giant’s World Series run. The boys got into their typical shenanigans. They went fishing and ate lots of Mexican food. I love watching them pal around together. Marco is a riot. His energy lights up the room. He will be traveling most of 2015 so I made sure to appreciate time with him this year.


Three Rings

The San Francisco Giants won the World Series. When Pablo Sandoval made the final out I burst into happy tears. I love my GIGANTES and watching them bring home ring number three was incredible. My Nephew, Peyton, was a Giants player for Halloween. My family bleeds orange and black.



Nine Years

Hartman and I celebrated 9 years of dating on November 1st. We had a quiet night out in honor of us. We checked out a new restaurant in Little Italy. Reminiscing with my guy always brings a smile to my heart.




Before the holiday madness began my friends and I decided to have our own Thanksgiving dinner. Nearly all of the dishes included bacon. Bacon makes the world a better place. There was way too much food and we had waaaaaaaay too much fun. There is nothing like a dance party with an almost two year old to make the night complete.






Hartman and I celebrated the official Thanksgiving holiday with my Dad and Step Mom’s family in Santa Maria this year. We snuck in a Santa Barbara adventure as well since we were so close. Winetasting with my family was one of the highlights of the trip. The “kids” cooked dinner. Please note that us “kids” are all in our thirties now. It doesn’t matter how old we get, we will always be the kids. It was an honor to spoil my Grandma and cook a delicious feast for her. The meal was flawless.










December Nights

The first weekend in December in San Diego is always a big deal because Balboa Park hosts a huge Christmas festival. We live a short ten minute walk from Balboa Park so we always make a point to attend every year. It gets us in the holiday spirit. Santa was even in attendance.





Rookie of the Year

Both Hartman and my work holiday parties were scheduled on the same night unfortunately. Since we were double booked we had to attended our parties solo. Hartman texted me half way through the night with the exciting news that he had won Rookie of the Year. I am so proud of him. To be recognized by his colleagues is so special.


Baby Sprinkle

My dear friend, Ro, is expecting a baby in early January. I agreed to help my bestie, Smalls, throw a light shower for her, AKA a Sprinkle. After spending a week prepping for the event I came down with the flu and was unable to attend. It made me feel good that the little touches were appreciated even if I wasn’t able to witness her smile in person.




The Flu

Being sick is awful. I got the flu and an upper respiratory infection at the same time. I had to miss work. I was so sick that I didn’t even have the energy to change the channel. I watched whatever was on TBS. While quarantined in my house trying to recover I felt so much gratitude for the gappers the covered for me while I was out and for my boyfriend that took excellent care of me.


Mags is Engaged

I hate talking on the phone. It’s just not my thang. My friends know I’d rather text or Facebook than chat on my cell. When my college Bestie called me at 10pm at night I first had to register that my ring tone is hella outdated. I got a little panicked because Mags never calls me. When I picked up the phone I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was calling to deliver happy news. Her amazing boyfriend had popped the questions and she said, “yes”. They are perfect for each other. I can’t wait for the bridal showers, bachelorette party, and of course the wedding. She is going to be a sensational bride.



Christmas with Rosco

We spent Christmas with Hartman’s family in Lake Tahoe this year. It was a white Christmas with snow so I had to leave my flip flops at home. Spending time with family is always such a delight but this trip was extra special. Santa gifted our nieces a puppy under the tree and we had the pleasure of witnessing this magic moment. Rosco is the sweetest puppy. I look forward to watching him grow up with the girls. We had such a relaxing trip full of laughter. It was hard to say goodbye to the girls and the puppy. Knowing we will be seeing them again in February for a family reunion softened the blow.












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Cheers to the New Year and all the excitement a fresh slate brings. This year is going to bring so many amazing things and I am ready for all of it. I hope you are finding happiness in your life. Thank you for taking the time to read.

xoxo Vogel


I Slept With Mrs. B.

31 Aug


Sh*t. I did. I slept with her. It happened. I slept with my best friend’s mom.

YIKES! Get your mind out of the gutter. Not that kind of slept with. Sheeeesh. I star fished on top of the bed fully clothed. The bed was big. I will give more details in a bit. Keep reading you pervs.

It’s been a hot minute since I spit hot fire via my blog. I decided that I wanted to post on the very last day of the month. Sorry for keeping you waiting. I felt a bit flattered when you asked what the holdup was. I was thrilled to know you were waiting. It trips me out when I look at my journal. With only four months left in the year it’s crazy to see the ribbon book mark split the book less and less. Life is crazy but awesome. Here is the run down for your reading pleasure as promised…

PRIDE was an amazingly fun day. The gayborhood brings the fun every time. I just want to go on record that I am happy that my bestie and I are both in love with men comfortable enough in their own skin to go gay bar hopping in Hillcrest during the height of rainbow-ness. Not all men are that secure unfortunately. We had so much fun. We capped it off with a fun night at The Tree House and a no hitter from the Giants’ Tim Lincecum. You can’t put a better bow on an already fun day.

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Life is beautiful. It hits you like a ton of bricks though when you are looking at the face of a tini-tiny baby. We were bestowed the luxury of meeting Baby Lafe (Mike’s Birthday Buddy) the day after PRIDE. Let’s just say he is beyond perfection. I will babysit for you any time. I genuinely mean that. Really. REALLY. I do.


One of my nearest and dearest is my bestie Aaric. I met Aaric when I was 17 years old in San Jose. He is a rare soul because everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) in my family adores him. He is besties with my brother, Pablo, as well as me. Aaric and his entire family are invited to parties by both sides of my family. That is rare. I spent a really fun night catching up with him watching a Giants game at The Tree House. It was awesome. He just lights up my whole life. I think it’s necessary to put that in writing.

So if you are here just because you want the deets about how I ended up sleeping with my besties Mom, this is the paragraph for you. I mentioned last month that I was looking forward to catching up with Mrs. B. She was making the very very long flight from Australia to get a jump on wedding planning in California. Many MAJOR wedding decisions were made. I’m sworn to secrecy by the code all bridesmaids take. I know nothing and if I tell you, I have to kill you, and I mean it. After all these major life decisions were made we found it necessary to toast the awesomeness more than a few times. When the love of my life informed me that he would be staying at his friends for the night I decided that I would stay at Smalls. Little did I know, Mrs. B. was weaving a tangled web. I kid! I kid! I passed out on the guest bed. It was 100% nothing to be alarmed by. It’s the best thing ever to say though, “I slept with Mrs. B”. There is just something about it that is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo FUNNY! Cheers to sleeping in pink jeans that are way too tight. I woke up with maps all over my legs when I finally peeled those suckers off. Nonetheless, as expected I had the best time catching up with Small and Chow’s Mum. We even hosted a special night for her before she left San Diego at The Tree House. I lit a bazzilion candles and Chef Hartman manned the kitchen. We dined alfresco. It was perfection.


I don’t want to go into too many details because I believe talking about work is the most boring thing a person can talk about but I am completely caught up right now. I am actually more than caught up, I am ahead. It feels good. I hate being in the weeds.

I have said it before and I will say it again: I LOVE BASEBALL. My loyalty falls in line with any bay area team first and foremost. After that I will root for the Padres. Laying in bed on Sunday, August 4th, Mike mentioned that he really wished we bought tickets to see the Padres versus the Yankees. He was bummed because the game was sold out. I accepted his challenge instantly. These tickets may be sold out for the masses but not for a beloved gapper of gap intelligence. We logged in and what did we see, tickets. They may have been considered nose bleeds but we bought them regardless just to enjoy some summer baseball fun. To our shock and awe, these seats blew our mind. We were directly behind home plate in the upper deck. These seats were GLORIOUS. We had a BEYOND wonderful time soaking up the sight, sounds, and smells of the park. It was the perfect Sunday with the perfect guy. Sometimes it’s good to be reminded why you fell in love with someone. This was def one of those days.

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My neighborhood held a block party to commemorate National Night Out. This amazing ally side pot luck fun was quite the spectacle. If you want to make your neighbors awesome, add wine. My lovely friend/awesome-land-lady, Contessa K., was the perfect date. She supplied the food; I just pretended to be a contributor. Any night with the Contessa gets an A+ from me. We learned all about safety in our neighborhood. I got a thumbs up from the police to sit on my roof with a paint ball gun and blast the hoodlums that keep graffiti-ing the ally next to my house. You think I’m kidding. It’s so happening.

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Mike and I often worry that at some point we will be kicking ourselves for not taking full advantage of living right next door to Balboa Park. Through the wonders of social media we learned of a sunrise yoga class and decided that all though early we had to rally. It was awe inspiring to enjoy yoga in such a serene setting. We love where we have made our home. We have it good.

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I had a long chat with my Bestie from UCSB. She encouraged me to start making more time for myself. I have a tendency to put all of my focus and energy into those I love. Her recommendation was to start hiking. I took her advice wholeheartedly. There are canyons right next to my house. Mags is in the process of becoming a real life shrink. She is smoking hot and smoking smart. It’s wonderful because she shrinks all the mazzilion crazy thoughts that pop into my crazy head for free. I am grateful for her friendship after all these years. A trip to visit face to face is long overdue. Mags, I took these for you…

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The Mellons, Pedro’s fam bam, came to San Diego all the way from the UK. When you look up incredible family in the dictionary, you see a picture of them. We had a brilliant time touring San Diego with Pedro’s Mum, Dad, Bro, & Sis (a fellow bridesmaid in the Smellon Weddon as well). To say we were sad they left would be an understatement. The only solace we have is knowing they will be back a bunch with the wedding on the horizon next year. The Mogels heart the Mellons! We need more Mellons in our daily diet!

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I want to take a moment to give snaps to those friends that I can be 100% honest with. Some friends can’t handle honesty. It’s great to have people in your life that you don’t have to be guarded with. I had a few low points happen and I was able to lean on a rare few awesome peeps that lifted me right back up. You know who you are and I love you oh so much.

My gorgeous office roommate, C~BO, and I had a lovely gals night at the San Diego Padres WineFest at Petco Park. The wine was flowing and we took full advantage. This was our first night out on the town together. We capped it off at the new downtown hot spot Bang Bang that is famous for many reasons. One of their claims to fame in the beloved Ryan Gossling ladies room. It was a magical moment for both of us. I’m sure the bathroom attendant thought we were full on insane. HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to Sarini for passing her tickets our way. It’s good to be a gapper.


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I’m alone a lot because my boyfriend and I have opposite schedules. Sometimes it gets me down. It can be a bit lonely. I decided to stop dwelling on it though and focus on the positive. When you don’t have to consult any one on your plans, you can do whatever you want. There is no one to compromise with. That is the upside. As I was lying on the couch one night I decided to enjoy the wonderful proximity I live to Balboa Park by hopping on my Tangerine Dream Machine (my bike) to enjoy a silent movie at Speckles Organ Pavilion. I was surprised at how many people had my same idea. There were easily 200+ people there. As I perched near my bike I wanted to give myself a round of applause for not allowing myself to be lonely and making the most of my night. I did not, because that would be weird. But I could have.

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The Summer Sirens Dinner at the Carnitas Snack Shack was a night to remember. Stars aligned and we had a highly sought after couples date night with the very popular Haleys. The Haleys are the super fun couple that you are always trying to make plans with but they are so popular they are always booked. I was beyond ecstatic when they were free for a night of fun. We had a great time enjoying the MOST delicious dinner prepared by the best of the best SD chefs all while supporting a more than worthy cause. We were so photogenic (because we were beaming with fun) that our lovely limbs have made the coveted position as Carnitas Snack Shack’s cover photo on Facebook. Cheers to that!

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For those of you that are friends with me on Facebook my solo road trip got a lot of air time. I guess the idea of taking a road trip BY YOURSELF scared people. I got a lot of questions like, “were you bored”. The answer is a very loud HELL TO THE NO. I am making a resolution from this day forward to do a solo road trip every year. I had so much fun stopping where ever I wanted to snap pictures. I didn’t need to get a vote on where to eat. I love to listen to club jams while I am driving. I pumped up my jams at full volume and sung my way all the way to Paso Robles. I had a soul renewing visit with my oldest friend, Sarahbutt, and her AHHHHHHMAZING family, the Tyras. They opened up their stunning Paso Robles getaway for a weekend of summer fun. It was a wonderful weekend full of laughter. As I headed back down the 101, I took time to stop in San Luis Obispo, Pismo Beach, and Los Alamos before heading to my favorite place on Earth, Santa Barbara. I capped of a perfect day with dinner with the Nagelmanns at their family fave, the Croc. I just adore them so and it was so great to catch up. Diamond Dee and I are kindred spirits; we just vibe. After a hike the next morning, I enjoyed a perfect summer day at Butterfly Beach before heading home to San Diego. That was the icing on the already delicious cake. I came home to my wonderful boyfriend cooking me dinner just because he missed me. It doesn’t get any more special than that.

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My Summer Bucket list is not complete. That is something that has been weighing on me. I want to blog it at ya all at once. Lucky for me I live in San Diego. Labor Day weekend does not mean that summer is over for me. Expect a blog soon covering all the summer bucket list magic.

This weekend the light of my entire universe is taking his first plane ride EVER to come stay with Auntie Erin and Unto Mito at The Tree House. I am beyond thrilled to see him. My big brother warned me that I should be prepared to see him because Peyton is “large and in charge”. He weighed in at 17 pounds at his last doctor’s appointment. I’m so excited to have him here. That little man just makes my heart so happy; its nuts! The weekend has so many fun events planned and I am already preparing myself for the tears when he has to leave us and go back home. If you find baby pics annoying, block me now. I may break Facebook.


Stay happy. Be happy. Find your happy. Thank you for reading.

Sarah Faye Hurth

9 May


9 years ago today I was woken up around 3am by my roommate in Santa Barbara, California.  She was holding our house phone.  I was not prepared to process the news I was about to hear.  I clearly remember telling the voice on the other line that they were lying.  As I choked back tears and frantically grabbed my cell phone I knew the voice was telling me the truth due to the sheer volume of missed calls.  I have never felt despair like I felt in that moment.  Its like your heart has been ripped right out of your chest.  I couldn’t believe Sarah was gone from my life forever.  I cried so hard that it hurt my entire body.  I shook with grief.

Immediately I started making necessary phone calls.  In a tizzy I packed a bag.  I jumped in my car and began the four hour drive to San Jose.  I couldn’t get there fast enough.

The days that followed still feel like a dream to me as I look back on them.  The entire two weeks I spent home were a blur.  We were all busy with planning a memorial service that would dare do the amazing person Sarah had been to all of us justice.

Her service had to be a celebration of her life (and it most certainly was).  The restaurant she worked at, Maggiano’s, dedicated the bar to her.  The purple plaque still hangs there today.

I hadn’t slept more than a few hours each night after receiving the news she had passed.  After her memorial service I was finally able to sleep.  The closure of everyone coming together to share our love of Sarah gave me the outlet I needed to find a sliver of peace in my heart while the wound was still so fresh.

Sarah lived life fast.  A part of me thinks that she knew her time on earth was going to be short which is why she packed so much into her 21 years.  I was always trying to reel her in and get her to buckle down.  She always told me that just because a path was right for me didn’t mean it was right for her.  I’m so grateful her number one priority in life was what ever brought a smile to her face and those she loved.  She was an eternal optimist.  She always saw the best in people.  I always admired that about her.


The last time I spent time with Sarah was on my 22nd Birthday.  She came to Santa Barbara to celebrate with me.  We had three major moments while we visited that I hold near and dear to my heart to this day:

1) We used to crack each other up to the point of tears constantly.  As we were getting ready to go to dinner she was sharing with me how she had completely fried her hair by dying it bleach blonde.  As she was brushing through the locks, a huge chunk came out.  As she held up a fried glob of straw like blonde hair, we both lost it.  It was the funniest thing either of us had ever seen.

2) We went to a bar downtown after dinner that had karaoke.  Clad in a very conservative J. Crew dress, I sang my favorite over the top offensive rap songs: 2 Live Crews, “Me So Horny”, and Sir Mix-a-Lots, “Baby Got Back” (sorry, Mom).  Sarah did her best Fly Girl impersonation on stage with me.  I distinctly remember the DJ saying, “Now that’s what I call entertainment”.

3) After dinner that night, my roommate decided to blow me off to spend time with her loooooooooser boyfriend.  Sarah, of course, wanted to make sure I was okay.  At the time I did not grasp how critical this moment was.  I said to Sarah everything you would want to share with your best friend if you had the slightest inclination she may not be here tomorrow.  I told her how much I loved her.  I shared with her how much I valued our friendship.  We had a long heart to heart about how much we meant to each other and how we’d always be best friends no matter what.  I look back on that conversation now and I am so grateful that it happened.  I cherish that moment so much.  If I could go back in time, there is nothing I would have said or done differently.


I gave Sarah the biggest hug before she left back to San Jose.  The last thing I said to her was that I loved her.  Twelve days later she was gone.

She lost control of her car on the way home from work.  She was thrown from her car.  Reports say she was not wearing her seat belt.

A piece of paper with Sarah’s sister’s phone number on it was lying near her at the scene of the accident.  A couple that stopped to try to help her picked it up.  They called and shared with Sarah’s sister what they saw on Sarah’s last moments on this earth.  Sarah was not in agony as she passed.  She died instantly.  She did not suffer.  She fluttered away to heaven before they even reached her.  They stayed with her until first responders arrived.

I don’t believe in coincidences.   I firmly believe everything happens for a reason.  A stranger’s phone call was her way of letting us know that she was okay.  Sarah didn’t want us to wonder if something more could have been done to keep her here with us.

They say the greatest heartache is that of a parent losing a child.  I have witnessed such pain first hand.  Sarah’s parents, even 9 years later, still grieve for the daughter they miss so much.  The kindness of strangers at the very minimum gave them some comfort in knowing that their daughter was not in pain.


Processing death is a just that, a process.  I went through a series of the rawest of emotions.  I have ended in a place of peace though.  I know that Sarah is with me always.  She has quite the sense of humor still.  Just when I think it’s all in my head she will do something that makes me know that she is right by my side.

The legacy Sarah left behind is to love hard and laugh often.  It brings me great sadness that all the moments I thought she’d be here to share, go on in her absence.

In tribute to Sarah, I have a tattoo on my back with her name.  Its in her favorite color, purple.  Sarah’s mom, sister, my Mom, and my other best friend (also named, Sarah) have the same tattoo.  I like to think that she is my ultimate guardian angel.  When things aren’t going my way in life, its really Sarah protecting me from worse circumstances.

This quote from one of my favorite books, Tuesdays With Morrie, sums up my feelings on my friendship with Sarah…

“Death ends a life, not a relationship.”

I think of her every day.  This time of year more than ever.  I’m lucky to have shared a moment in time with a soul so incredibly special.  She will always be my best friend.


“In the end it will be alright. If its not alright, then its not the end.”

6 Jan


My introduction to 2013 was eventful to put it lightly.

I had mentioned in my previous blog that I was planning on ringing in the New Year surrounded by friends.  That remained true.  I did not believe that all energy would be spent looking for my dear friends beloved dog, Gemma, whose leash broke while she was being walked through downtown San Diego.  After many tears, a few laughs, and a lot of incredibly strong tape I am overjoyed to tell you (if you didn’t know already) that Gemma is now safe and  home with her Mom & Dad.  I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that our bond as friends is stronger from our experience on NYE 2013 than it ever would have been if we had just enjoyed our super adult dinner party as planned.  When I woke up this morning I was talking with Mike, my boyfriend, about what the highlight of his week was.  He answered without hesitation, “Finding Gemma”.  Everyone loves a happy ending.

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Writing in my journal every night has been easier than I thought.  Perhaps because my first week was busy busy busy.  I am in the midst of doing a cleanse right now.  The cleanse I am doing isn’t for my waist line though, its for my heart.  I struggled with a lot of anxiety last year.  It weighed me down considerably.  This week I have taken the time to address relationships that have been hindering my ability to feel happy.  We learn at a young age that honesty is always the best policy.  Somewhere along the way we learn to avoid conflict at all costs though.  I tend to bottle things up instead of speaking my mind.  It leads me to over analyzing my life and feeling intense stress.  I get a tightness in my heart when I’m feeling my worst or what I like to describe as an elephant sitting on my chest.  When its at its worst I won’t leave my house for days.  This last week I’ve put myself out there more than I ever have in my life with many of my friends.  In the future, I’m hoping that this new honesty first policy will keep the elephants at bay.

I started reading a book called, The Four Agreements, by Don Miguel Ruiz.  I am finding this read incredibly enlightening.  He talks about how we punish ourselves over and over again for the same injustices because of our powerful memories that won’t allow us to forget.  He also focuses on how gossiping is poison in our lives.  As I work towards peace in my heart I’m hoping learning to genuinely forgive and ceasing to gossip will create a calm where there have been stormy waters.

My New Years Resolution for 2013 is to have a peaceful life.  Its simple.  But I love it.


I’m really looking forward to this coming week.  My good friend, Ro, is flying in from DC on Monday.  It will be so fabulous to catch up with her.  I’ve missed her no nonsense personality and quirky sense of humor.  I’m heading to the Bay Area for the weekend to spend time with my amazingly fun family.  I will be attending not one but two baby showers in celebration of my baby nephew, Valentino Vontego Vogelsanger!  Its going to be a great week!

P.S. I would like to say thank you to my friend and coworker, Gurpreet.  She pointed out that I was filling out my journal incorrectly when I posted a picture of it on Facebook.  I’m so happy I posted a picture on day 2, not day 365.  Mike and I had a good laugh about it.  He told me his favorite response when I do something super dumb which is, “At least you’re pretty”.