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For real this time.

That secret?

That house news?

Well, friends, it’s for REAL this time!!

Today, we signed the purchase and sale on what will become our new home!!!

After a ‘false start’ as I call it now – and a huge lesson in hindsight is 20/20, this home, we feel, is truly meant to be ours. It has everything we could possibly imagine and more. It’s almost 1000 MORE square feet than the last home we ‘thought’ was ours, it has FOUR bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and an office (and one of the bedrooms is already floored for a workout space with shock resistant flooring – um hi, do these people KNOW us or what?!). It has a yard, it has a killer kitchen, it really and truly has it all.

And we close on May 30 and move on June 1.

Things are truly falling into place, more than you could ever know. This timing is incredibly perfect for us, as we walk forward, hand in hand, towards the next stage in our lives together.

Feeling incredibly blessed.



Snowed in Friday…do something different.

Welp, we are about to get walloped with the lamest named storm ever – Nemo (seriously, who names a snow storm, I just thought hurricanes got that honor!)…a storm I think is much suited to the name storm f*cking bullshit instead (much more apt, in fact, given it completely ruined some fabulous weekend plans!)…but rather than wallow in all that I will *not* be doing this weekend, I think this storm comes at a perfect time to…

shift my focus and work on that whole ‘just be’ mantra I’ve been talking about lately.

I will read a book. Or maybe even two. And those magazines I have piled up and yet to read.

I will take my time and make meals this weekend. With M. For M. Together. Not rushing to get dinner made because I am rushing against some agenda in my brain or imaginary deadline/timeline I’ve set for myself. Oh the novelty of that in itself makes me giddy at the thought.

I will get creative with my workouts. Today I ran my longest run since starting ITBS recovery and PT – 5 miles. And I reveled in every single minute of it. (in fact, I still think I am on a run high!). But as classes tomorrow at barre n9ne studio are likely to get canceled and I have a feeling my gym may be closed, creativity is the name of the game. I shall perhaps dust off some Cathe workouts I have yet to try – TurboBarre, *maybe* even brave some tabata…and also test out some new ideas for b9 fusion, while I am at it. And no, I won’t use the weekend to work out the entire time, because I plan to also honor my body and rest, recover, relax.

I will listen to music and maybe even nothing at all. Silence. Feeds the soul sometimes, doesn’t it? Curled up under a quilt with M by my side, that’s all I really need, right?

I may even play in the snow. Why not, there may be 2-3 feet of it after all. And I have a golf course staring right at me waiting to be sled down 😉

Most of all, I won’t plan to do too much. I have some ideas on what I want this ‘forced’ unplanned weekend, but I refuse to overstuff it with too many things – cleaning closets (tempted, always love a good closet purge!), organize, clean, bake, make new b9 playlists and classses etc. etc. etc. My mind goes into overdrive thinking of what I can do to fill my time this weekend whilst snowed in (which I am honestly hoping is just tomorrow, not the entire weekend). But *why* fill it up when it can be just as enjoyed – or MORE enjoyed – by not filling it up?

If you’re in the Northeast and getting snowed in as well…I challenge you – and urge you – plan little, be intentful, do things differently. This weekend is a license to be snowed in and do something different as far as I’m concerned.

Cheers friends!


On disconnecting to connect, a reunion long time coming, and love, strengthened.

I am not truly sure how to capture the essence of our trip to Playa del Carmen last week (as I sit here weathering Hurricane Sandy, quite the shift in weather compared to the beauty of the Mexican beaches!).

Except to say that it was perfectly timed, shed some incredible light on some things and was a reunion with someone I haven’t seen in almost three years. A very, very, long time coming. (I plan to post more on some of these realizations this week, but for now, I will keep it brief as I collect my thoughts).

As M and I walked into the Miami airport, re-entering ‘existence’ so to speak, on Friday, as we were virtually cut off from all communication all week with all things electronic media (which I oddly loved way way more than I thought I would!), I stopped and turned to him, and said “You know what? I think I fell more in love with you this week than ever.” He said, “why?” To which I remarked, “Because I for once focused solely on you and wasn’t half-present, focused half on my stupid phone and half on you.”

To admit that was a lot easier than I thought, but at the same time, admitting that and seeing it written out? Also very hard to see. More on this topic in a later post, but that was one of the biggest realizations of the past week. How much I love M with all of my heart and soul, to the tips of my toes and the strands of my hair. Love, strengthened.


Reuniting with this girl (who I actually saw two weeks ago during the Chicago Marathon too – twice in two weeks vs. more than two years, ironic, isn’t it?!). It was as if we picked up where we left off. That is the sign of friendship that goes the literal and figurative distance, isn’t it? And it was the perfect juxtaposition for when we met almost three years ago (when I really calculate it, it was almost 3!) at a time in our lives where we were fresh from divorce, our lives paralleling in so many ways, to now, again paralleling in so many ways. She got engaged a year(ish?) ago, and now I too, am engaged, and she enters into marriage with the man that she was meant to be with…just about a year (or less, I am hoping…) to when M and I enter int ours. Lives, parallel. Incredible. Beautiful. Moving.

So when she walked down that aisle, on the pristine beach of Mexico, with a small gathering of us looking on, I got chills, despite the almost 90 degree heat. And when her voice broke as she said the most perfectly written vows (that literally could have been my own words!), tears rolled down my cheeks, in all out tears of happiness and love. For her. For us. For where our lives lead us, when we least expect it.

Suddenly? It all comes together. As it was meant to be.