Live Well: Lacking Originality, But Not Love


This is the one day of the whole year where I have every excuse to be sappy about my blissful, wonderful marriage. Saying those vows three years ago today is still the best decision I've ever made. I can't wait to celebrate another happy year by eating a big dinner and drinking some good wine tonight. I love you, baby.

Live Well: Comfortable

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A couple of months ago, my husband read a post online that suggested something simple yet revolutionary: the author recommended that the easiest way you could improve your comfort and happiness right now is to go buy several pairs of your favorite, most comfortable socks and throw all of your other ones away. Why waste any of your time wearing uncomfortable socks? Maybe it shouldn't have been, but that suggestion was eye-opening for us - we'd somehow never thought to do that before. My husband and I have now adopted that small suggestion as a central philosophy in our day-to-day life - why not optimize the easily-controllable parts of your life for maximum enjoyment? Don't you love the simple brilliance of it? It's amazing how sometimes the smallest improvements can generate a tangible increase in happiness.


Speaking of comfort, I had the John Mayer song "Comfortable" stuck in my head all day yesterday. Have you heard it? I know John Mayer's not for everyone, but I really love the live version of this song (find it here). The thing I love most about it is his live addition at the end, which goes: "that you were my first love/is just dumb love./A technicality./You were ahead of me."

For the longest time, I thought he was saying "That you were my first love/is just dumb luck." Maybe that isn't what he says, but it's a statement that rings true every time I (imagine I) hear it - day after day, I marvel at the unbelievable, incredible, completely dumb luck I was so blessed to experience when I ran into my husband when I was 19 years old. It felt so wonderfully tragic at the time - I fell so hard for him, but our situation was so hopeless, with him at Stanford and me at Rice for three more years. But it worked out. And in so many ways, I have dumb luck to thank for it.


I hope you all have wonderful Wednesdays - this week's just flying by, don't you think?

Live Well: Grumpy Valentine's

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If I could eliminate one holiday from our cultural consciousness, it would be Valentine's Day. It's the worst. Even when you're in a happy relationship, everything about it always seems second-rate. If your husband/boyfriend/BFF doesn't do something for you, you feel terrible about yourself. But almost anything they can do always seems a little cheesy. It's our once-yearly reminder that it's hard to make obligatory demonstrations of love look meaningful.

Luckily, my husband very kindly accommodates his Scrooge of a wife - tonight we will be staying home, watching TV, and eating takeout ramen. No fancy dinners, no red lipstick, no champagne. Just time spent relaxing on our couch, tucked away from the world, enjoying another normal night together. It's funny - although Valentine's Day is not my thing, my husband's and my distinct lack of traditional Valentine's celebration is one of many reminders that I've found the right person for me in life. I guess the holiday has accomplished its purpose after all.

Hopefully a few of you love Valentine's Day a bit more than I do! No matter what your Valentine's plans are tonight, I hope you have a lovely time.

Have a very happy weekend!

Live Well: Watching, Reading, Listening - Lonely Hearts Edition

For some reason, I've never really been into standard love stories. I like my love stories to be filled with heartbreak, misunderstanding, and, in the best ones, redemption. For this week's Watching, Reading, Listening, I'm highlighting some of my current favorite heartbreaking love stories that somehow make you laugh (and make you think) while your heart breaks and then heals again. For those of you who tend to shy away from anything that doesn't have a happy ending, I urge you to give these a try - sometimes non-glossy love can be the most beautiful love of all.


Guys, I'm in major trouble. I'm only six days into my "no dessert" month and I just spent thirty minutes pinning various amazing-looking chocolate desserts on Pinterest. I have 25 days to go, and I'm just not sure I'm going to make it. I keep looking at my calendar, hoping that another day has magically gone by, bringing me this much closer to chocolatey goodness. I feel like every Girl Scout selling cookies on the street is taunting me. I'm about three doughnut sightings away from seeing dessert mirages as I walk around town. Has this been enough melodrama for your morning? Good. It's kind of like you're living in my head now.

Have a great Thursday!