i’m not sure what it is that you are trying to succeed or maybe just survive at, but don’t quit.
whether you are trying or striving or hanging on by a thread. maybe you are in slow long time or just made a decision to try something new or make a few changes. don’t second guess. don’t doubt. don’t quit. this running seems to be messing more with my mind and my heart more than with my body (which should say a lot because my feet feel like that might fall off). this weekend, i ran my longest yet, 7 miles (honestly 6.75 ish). i ran 4 miles with my running friends and then finished with a 5k. i was happy after i did it, but wanted to die in the doing and all weekend all i could think about was quitting or mustering up the energy to just pysch myself up to make it a few more weeks. i got up and ran this morning. the truth is, running is certainly not my biggest obstacle in life right now. there are things in my life, probably like yours, that are bigger than me, heavier than i carry and with no real solution in sight. running, right now for me, just mirrors real life living. and, in real life there are days when i sit down, days when i walk and days where i run and days where i can’t seem to catch my breath. and, then i repeat. but, maybe that is somewhat of the secret – - repeating. repeat. repeat. repeat.
maybe this will encourage you today, as it did me . . .
the stronger the urge to quit, the closer you must be to succeeding.
so carry on lovelies and care for each other. breathe in. breath out. put one foot in front of the other. and, don’t be afraid to ask a friend to walk with you (in your life living), if you feel alone, or need help to carry, if your load is too heavy. somethings are literally just too heavy to carry on your own. and, if you are having a day where you are feeling a little muscle, care for those along your way. the people on your path, because, as the other quote says,
“be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.”
xo . t
happy friday, friends. i don’t have links this week, but i do have details. if you came to my house you would quickly see that i like to decorate in the details. i thought i’d share a few little things, that make me happy.
i got this “god is love” card from made by girl in my early blogging days and it’s a reminder of what love is and that there is no escaping it. i have a picture of my grandma, playing tennis in alberta, canada (where she is from), tacked up above with a garage sale sticker that i sharpied black. she started as a newspaper reporter in her late teens in man’s world and thought nothing of it. she is one of the strongest ladies i know who exudes grace and wears wisdom. i look for my reflection in her photo rather than the mirrors on some mornings.
i bought pink himalayan sea salt. yes, cause i cook with sea salt, but mostly because it’s pink! and i wanted to look at something naturally pink and from the other side of the world. then there is the light shining through the candle. i didn’t know i’d catch it in the photo, but it just reminds me light shines through the scratches, scars, and broken places…and it is much more breathtaking when shines this way . . .creating patterns and paths through imperfection that would otherwise be unknown.
and, flowers from our garden (and by garden i mean yard, i just like to say garden). beautiful, fragile and fleeting.
do you decorate in the details? my favorite homes are ones that tell stories and i love sharing stories throughout my home.
i hope your weekend is a lovely one…full of memory making that could later decorate your home.
i’ll be spending a lot of time running, getting ready for a garage sale, back to school and taking a ride on thomas the train!
xo . trina
i have no tattoos. i just admire them on blogs and pin them on pinterest. i’ve always said i’d never get one. it has just never felt like me. but, sometimes i secretly want one. lately, i’ve been drawing one on my wrist. taking my favorite black inky pen and just drawing out a word. the same word. a reminder. a promise. if i ever got a tattoo, i’m certain it would be a word. words are so important to me and carry so much meaning and weight. i just worry i’d want to change my word from time to time. and, i think my old lady self might not like a tattoo.
of course, today you don’t have to be so committal because there are super cool modern temporary tattoos that look real, like the “xo” in the photo above. tattly is a fun place to look for designy ones and you can order really cool temporary tattoos on etsy. there are even custom temporary tattoos.
here are two tattoos that i’m loving /
god’s peace written in swedish
smile in swedish
it’s funny to me that of all the word tattoos i’m drawn to, and mimic on my arm, the two i post are both in swedish.
do you have a tattoo? would you ever get one?
when i was younger i thought if i ever got a tattoo it would be super small (so that thinking hasn’t changed) and i would get lady bug on my pinky toe. i’m so glad i never went through with that.
however, i’m loving the super small finger tattoos….and anything in pairs like this.
would love to hear your tattoo stories!
image : blair badge /
my obsession with toast continues. all the way through amsterdam. apparently a normal toast topping is sprinkles. i’ve been dreaming of amsterdam lately (i mean according to buzzfeed’s facebook test it’s the city i should live in). this just adds to the interest and intrigue. flowers + bikes + sprinkles = magic. and, i am dutch, afterall.
traveling. i’d like to take this old wagoneer for a wander through the desert.
this black and white tunic by vagabond. i need this for fall. line blocking has kicked chevron to the curb. right?!
this fear quote. fear is such a stopper. stops you from doing things because you’re physically afraid. stops you because it messes with you mentally. stops you because you are certain you’ll do it wrong. but, the more you try…the less you’ll be afraid. you’ll make mistakes, but you’ll have feared less.
music by clean bandit. it’s like mozart meets, 80′s english rock meets super mario brothers. and, the videos. weird. fascinating and cool. take a listen, if you haven’t.
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what are you loving this week?
running, runners, and life livers.
you guys, i’m running. this obsessive walker has been pounding the pavement.
i’ve hated running as long as i could remember.
last time i ran was jr. high when i joined the track team. i joined to hang out with my friends and mostly because the boy i liked was on the track team (this is how jr. highers make decisions). i hid behind the hurdles (it was just like 20 cheerleading jumps, instead of one). but, eventually i had to run. i wasn’t fast so the coach put me in long distance. i huffed through the 800 meter at meets. until, one day the one girl who ran the mile race had to go and get sick. her name was violet. violet made me sick that day, too, because in her absence, the coach said i had to run the mile. i flat out told him no and then started crying (because that is what jr. high girls do when they want to get out of something + when they are scared). he said i was capable and i had to. i cried the whole 4 times around that gravely track. probably walked some of it. pretty sure i talked to myself, mumbled, complained, sang vanilla ice, and willed myself on. but, i finished.
i’ve been running.
however, the only running i’ve done in recent years is, wishing i could run away from problems and things that just seem to hard to deal with. i haven’t gotten far. when you turn your back and take off, the problems don’t. they have a way of keeping up with you and certainly slowing you down. your path becomes circular and you find that you finish where you start and start over again.
over the past year, i’ve changed my course and instead of running from (or wasting days wishing i could run) i’m running head into. dealing with this, dealing with that, letting the wind hit my face, pushing through the thick air that makes me move slow and breaks down my breath.
i was a runner.
now, a life liver.
it’s life living that got me running. this course change i’ve made is not a noticeable life change (although over time, perhaps, it will be). the acceptance that days aren’t just for making it through, but for living in. small choices, little letting gos and long conversations.
one conversation, in particular, which was actually a planning meeting turned into truth talking. talking about the ways some of us were one foot in front of the other really living life and how we were wishing for more of that (this is a whole other story – i’m sure i’ll share at some point). out of this life living conversation came the idea to all run a half marathon together. to do something that seemed pretty scary to us. i said yes and thought of the consequences of that conversation later. now, these days a lot of my life living entails running.
life living, running, and maybe turning into a runner.
last week i said, “sometimes it just takes life and some living to know who you are at what you are made of.”
i never in my life would have thought that this 5’3″ thing could run 6.5 miles, but i did it (and, oy, i’ve got a ways to go before this race). things are getting real now. the race is next month. i have blisters all over my feet and the time it takes to run long distance is almost the most painful part. honestly, this is helping me live one day at a time because if i think about what i have to do the next day or the next it’s too much.
have you ever done anything that seemed beyond what you thought you could ever do?
p.s. i’d love to hear from you runners, live livers and those that run.
if you love to run, tell me your secrets. i’d even love to know what you like to wear, listen to, eat, etc. i’ll take any advice.
i find that some days i feel pretty good and others i think i might die after just the first mile and half.
i’m currently running in the nike flyknit shoes. love them but thinking my flat feet might need something else or some kind of inserts?
images / nike / la la lovely instagram