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I Love Austin


I admit I am tempted to cheat. When we show homes in Pflugerville, Round Rock and Cedar Park, I feel the need to have 2500+ square feet and a bathroom for each member of my family. The seduction of all that space and a kitchen that is 4 times the size of the one I have plus HUGE closets in every room, I could cheat. Dreams of the entertaining I could do and the meals I could make carry me away.

In my haze of huge home land, I realize we are in the car with heavy traffic sounding us. A wave washes over me, I can’t see Austin. Panic sets in and I’m gripping the arm rest. The feeling I get once we come over the hill and I see Downtown has no words. My body starts to relax once we take the 45th street exit. Once we cross Lamar a strange sense of calm overtakes me, once across Guadalupe, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.

People like big homes and big yards. The seclusion of the burbs is their dream. There is nothing wrong with desiring a sense of calm and peacefulness after a long day at work. Free of noise, hundreds of people and crazy traffic is very alluring, especially sitting in front of your fireplace, over looking your very own backyard pool, built-in.

Not everyone enjoys the sounds of screaming sirens all times of the day and night, the chop, chop chop of helicopters overhead rushing a person to the hospital or searching for some criminal, much less the random live wailing of the punk band practicing next door. I personally can’t imagine my life without it.

I have lived in Central Austin most of my adult life, I’ve seen the expansion of Mopac so far North that I didn’t know that far North existed, the warehouse district become the high-rise district, the corner indie movie theater on Guadalupe turn to a $ theater, Tower Records, Intellectual Property, to a noodle house. Austin has grown, changed and expanded in ways I would have never envisioned. 

Ultimately what keeps me here are the things you can’t get anywhere else. A swim in Shipe Park pool, a long run around Town Lake, snow cones at Casey’s, super cheap tacos from the Tamale House, businesses that are owned by a person, not a corporation, and most importantly, the overwhelming sense of belonging.

Austin has seen me through the best of times and the worst of times, it’s not just the town I live in, it’s a true love affair with a beautiful city.


Sprint to the Finish


This is the time in the race when you get tired and your head is telling your body you’re not going to finish. This is the point where most hit the wall and stop running and begin walking or worse, quit completely. The one thing I know about the last 1-2 miles of a long race is that this is where you turn off your mind and let the training you’ve done for this event kick in!

Envy, glass beads and turquoise

I’ve been on a high getting my etsy shop up and my blog posts consistent. I’ve been creating about 6 new pieces a week and I’ve also honed in some new skills to get a better finished product. Creating a new jewelry piece is similar to a run. Your mind is always working, analyzing and taking notes. What are you doing, how are you doing, it it working? In essence, I’ve been practicing a lot rhe last few weeks.

Love Rules, glass beads and garnet

If you’ve ever done anything long enough to become good at it, you know that practice makes perfect. You also know that it is the most important part of being prepared when the time comes to perform. Easier said than done of course. The truth is training and practicing are boring. No one is watching and cheering you on. No one knows how long you’ve been doing it, or how much longer you have left. No medals, trophies or ribbons are awarded at the end of a practice session. Sayings such as “No pain, no gain” or “No one ever drowned in their own sweat.” become mantras. Honestly, my personal mantra is, “I am iron” or “I am steel” (It depends whether it’s a street run or trail run and how gritty and grimy I’m feeling.) Hey whatever works!

Now I find myself a little perplexed as to what to do next. My work ethic has always been strong and I don’t mind hard work and getting dirty. I know in my heart I’m doing what I’m supposed to be and the inspiration and the motivation to create are at a all time high. It’s hard to keeping going forward when you don’t see the rewards of your effort.

The tired feeling is looming and my head is trying to take over. The first of the walls is rising. I don’t want to start walking and I definitely don’t want to quit. Practice and training are in check and my body will do what it knows how to do. I will sprint to the finish and rock this new endeavor!

Old Fashion, glass beads and brass