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7forseven_key-and-arrowLet’s face it // Mondays stink. Or at least we typically expect them to stink. That is why, every Monday, I post seven positives from the previous seven days of the week as a reminder of what I have so that the week starts out on an upswing. There is much truth in the belief that happy people attract good things, so it is important to start the week out right. Sometimes it’s the more grand, but other times, it’s the simple things.

1. Due WEST. Patrick and I attended the opening party for an artist tour of West Austin that we got invited to take part in last weekend and the upcoming weekend. We mingled a bit, looked at the other artists’ displays, and ate bites from local restaurants. Emphasis on bites. Small bites. Delicious bites, none-the-less, but our bellies were prepped for substance, so we took our guts to our favorite taco place and indulged to celebrate our first show in Austin (Patrick is more experienced than I — so MY first! 😉 ).

2. Two Ts. My old pal, T and tacos of course. — It was my high school pal Thomas’s birthday this weekend, so it was fun to join him for dinner with some other friends, play catch up over a few margs, and eat even more Tex-Mex the next day. Whoops.

3. WAREs.  Patrick and I checked out our show on Saturday with a group of other makers and artists. The show concept is super cool (Show Statement: A curated collection of objects, furniture, and wares characterizing the interdisciplinary practices of Central Texas artists, designers, and makers. The domestic qualities of the showroom allows objects to be viewed in context, providing a tactile approach to the dialogue between object and architecture. The exhibit demonstrates the multi-scalar relationships of the works we live with and the spaces we occupy.), and the place look so great.  Patrick and I were able to stay and chat with some passersby and the people who put together the show. It was truly nice to spend some time with like-minded people who appreciated that kind of craft.

4. “There isn’t any is” Gallery Opening.  We had a day of fun Saturday, brunching at a downtown restaurant, checking out our show, lunching and imbibing at a place off South Congress, and fitting in some casual shopping. After checking out our space at Co-Lab Projects downtown, we decided to come back to the same building that evening, dodging a huge party next door — eek — another story), to see John Paul Rosenberg’s work, also sharing a space in that building. We shared a drink with some new people we are getting to know in the art world, and then headed back home to our sweat pants. Real life.

5. Sunday Funday // Adulting Edition.  After buying a washer and dryer (Patrick and I agreed that this finalized us becoming actual adults), we spent the day Sunday shopping for plants and gardening. Our next-door neighbor (a five-year-old girl) kept climbing over our fence and talking to us. I helped her make a card for her mother for Mother’s Day, and talked shop with her while we watched Patrick dig in the dirt. The extra vitamin D helped.

6. New Traditions. Patrick and I used to take walks at his old place every Sunday to a juice truck and pick up a drink for the way back to his house, but now we live close to our favorite coffee/bar. With most of its seating outside, we enjoyed some more sun, sipped on some beer, and enjoyed our favorite tacos in Austin (which is saying a lot!). We decided to make this our new Sunday tradition, as we live within a mile from our new third place. Sunday traditions are important to us, as Monday is often a day to dread — it’s something to look forward to in the evening, so as to stretch this traditionally lazy day as much as we possibly can.

7. Mother’s Day.  Even though I didn’t get to spend it with my wonderful mama, it’s always nice to take time to show gratitude towards all the sacrifices she has made and continues to make for her family. I don’t thank her often enough. I love you, sweet mama!

I hope to inspire you to reflect on all you have to be grateful & that your week brings you even more positivity + balance + bliss!  Feel free to share your seven with me as well / or even just a couple!

Have a wonderful week!

xo,

Lauren


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7 for seven

7forseven_key-and-arrowLet’s face it // Mondays stink. Or at least we typically expect them to stink. That is why, every Monday, I post seven positives from the previous seven days of the week as a reminder of what I have so that the week starts out on an upswing. There is much truth in the belief that happy people attract good things, so it is important to start the week out right. Sometimes it’s the more grand, but other times, it’s the simple things.

1. Teacher Appreciation Week. If there was a sixth love language, it would be food, and my school loves us well. Too well. I believe I may have gained five pounds this week — five pounds of love.

2. Clean Bill of Health. I’m not sure how I feel about sharing details about personal health on the world-wide web, but I also think it’s important to share information when you gain it because someone might benefit from it. After a routine visit to the doctor (so important – go people – go!), my doctor found a lump in my arm-pit and sent me to get an ultra-sound and a dun dun dun… mam-o(handlin’)gram. As a thirty-four-year-old who has never had this done (an anxious thirty-four-year-old to boot), I was nervous about going, and even more nervous as I sat in the cold, quiet waiting room alone. I’ve always had almost a sixth sense of intuition (it seriously freaks me out how accurate it is most of the time), and I don’t think I had a feeling of impending doom, but the mystery of not knowing what it was, paired with my doctor’s expression of concern, caused me not to trust that other-wise trustworthy intuition. Before I got the lump, I didn’t know much about how sometimes arm-pit lumps are indicative of something more ominous (before you freak out too — emphasis on SOMETIMES), and it can be, unbeknownst to me, a sign of breast cancer. My lump was benign (CELEBRATION!), and even though I wasn’t shocked, I cannot tell you how relieved I was. I won’t lie and say the mammogram was the most comfortable thing I’ve ever done — who knew my breasts would be contorted in ways I had no clue was humanly possible (eek!), but it wasn’t terrible. It was worth it. Peace of mind is worth it. Your health is worth it. Think of it like a few awkward yearbook photos where the photographer asks you to tilt your head sideways, but then on top of it, molds your breast like it’s made of clay, tests it for resiliency, asks you to hold the other one back, stand on one leg, and hold your breath. Go women, go!

3. Hump Day Drinks.  After going to the doc and waiting for results to come back, I was ready for a drink and a catch-up with a gal pal. Girlfriend chit-chat was just what I needed — well, that and I stress-ate an entire small pizza and knocked back a cocktail. Nothing like reversing a clean bill of health with grease and alcohol! Mkay, back to my greens this week. If you see me and sugar this week, separate us. Nothing good comes from our “friendship.”  She’s a total backstabber.

4. Cinco De My Beaux.  It may have been because he was in another country all last week, but something about getting to see my boyfriend again this past Thursday after a week of not seeing him was the most exciting thing I had to look forward to in a while. There have been several other times I haven’t seen him for a week, but something about this past week felt different. Maybe because I had a bit of a nerve-wracking week, who knows. All I know is, seeing him that night sent me over the moon. After opting to stay in (our grins may have been too vomit inducing for public), he made his own version of a Mexican martini, and we ordered in tacos instead while we caught up on his time out of the US of A.

5. Saturday Din.  After a leisurely Saturday and catching up on life, i.e. doing laundry, dishes, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah, my beaux and I went to dinner. I love trying new restaurants with him, and we both expressed how grateful we were that we both love good food. It’s a blessing and a curse, really — wish I didn’t love food so dang much! I guess it could be worse… I could be a gluten-free vegan (totally kidding). (But really, I’m a Texan, what did you expect?).

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6. Mother’s Day.  I didn’t get to spend Mother’s Day with my mom, but I love showing her how much she matters to me and our family, even if I’m not able to give her much. She is one of the most selfless people I know, and as I’ve grown older, I grow more and more of an appreciation for not only what she does for us, but also what she does for everyone who is lucky enough to know her. I love you, Marmie!

7. Taking Care.  I’ve always been a natural nurturer, but admittedly I’ve never been as selfless as my mother and father and have always wished I was better at knowing how to put others first as they do. However, I do notice a change in myself as I’ve gotten older, and it actually makes me happiest when I’m able to take care of someone I care about deeply. Sometimes it’s eye-opening when it happens, but I realized how much I care when my boyfriend ran a high fever and grew ill this past weekend. He made a few comments about how he was worried he was ruining my weekend, and I couldn’t have disagreed more. Even though he was really not feeling well, he was the most cheerful and easy patient I’ve ever had, which of course made me want to do even more for him. I grocery-shopped for him, made him dinner, and watched movies along side him, and I can’t say I’ve ever had a better time with a sickey. My happy is showing, and I’m not sure I’m trying to hide it.

I hope to inspire you to reflect on all you have to be grateful & that your week brings you even more positivity + balance + bliss!  Feel free to share your seven with me as well / or even just a couple!

Have a wonderful week!

xo,

Lauren


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