Choosing Goodness

Lately I’ve been having some…interesting dreams. I’m not really a violent person. I’m not quick to anger, I’ve never really gotten into a physical fight, and yelling is typically not my go-to mechanism. But lately, my dreams have been violent and vivid and shocking.

I’ve been on this tangent of “justice” lately, as many of my friends and classmates know. I joke that because there is so much injustice in the world Dream Cote has no choice but to take it all on. It’s kind of funny, because I’m not really a murder-y person, but my subconscious clearly sees violence as a release for my pent up frustration.

I should probably back up a little bit and explain that I see a lot of heartbreaking stuff in my line of work. Everyday there’s trauma and grief and abuse and a lot of the times people are not paying for what they’ve done. Unfortunately this is all too common in the world, no matter what profession you’re in or what place you live. As we’ve all seen, this past year especially, there is an abundance of tragedy everywhere, and most of the time innocent people are paying the price that comes with living in a broken world.

Because our world is broken. It is full of evil and injustice and terrible, horrible things.

But I think we look at that and forget that it’s also full of good.

The last couple of weeks I’d been losing sight of the goodness our world holds. Yes, it is broken, but it is also full of love. Of joy. Of new life. Of second chances. Of people laying down their lives for others. And we can’t let the evil diminish this goodness.

Because the truth is, I can’t always change the evil. Sometimes I can’t put a bad guy behind bars and I can’t make the people who are doing wrong pay. But I can always be the goodness. I can love others and help them heal. I can hold someone when they’re hurting and help them carry their pain. I can make a choice to not be sucked into the evil and instead decide to focus on the goodness because it’s so much better that way.

There is quiet satisfaction that comes with goodness, of not partaking in evil, in leading a life looking for the good. I am a good person who lives a good life and serves a good God. Yes, our world is broken, and yes, there is evil here. There are bad people and bad situations and somethings will never see justice-but that doesn’t make the good any lesser. Our society seems to have a fixation on all of the negatives and the media makes sure we are constantly bombarded with everything that’s wrong with our world. And even though it’s okay to be aware of the bad and be actively praying for a world that isn’t so broken, I know that I for one am a lot better person when I’m setting my eyes on the positives. I might not be able to change all of the bad things but I sure as heck can feed into the good and help diminish the bad. I will be an advocate for this not only in my line of work but in my personal life and my prayer life.

Lately, I’ve realized that my mind has been consumed with this worldly idea of justice…when it should be consumed with love.


“Do not be overcome with evil, but overcome evil with good.”
[Romans 12:21]



Do You Miss Him?

The other day one of my coworkers asked if I missed my fiancé.

I was taken aback by her remark. Did I miss him? Well, of course I miss him. I think I kind of laughed and said something along the lines of, yeah! All of the time. And she looked a little surprised, which in turn surprised me. She then said something that would be at the back of my mind for the next few weeks: “You just seem so happy here.”

You just seem so happy here.

Well, yeah. I love this town. I love this place, and its people, and my jobs, and my friends, and my home. I love the culture, and the views, and the food, and the ocean. I love my program and the school, the people I get to learn from, and the fact that I was able to make someplace 3,000 miles away my home.

Since when did being happy without our significant other become a bad thing?

It seems as though we’ve made the terms “love” and “need” synonymous. Like it’s bad to have a life outside of your other half, to do okay without them, to have different dreams.

J’s dreams are my dreams, plain and simple. I want what he wants because I want him. I am his number one cheerleader and supporter, his rock when things are hard, and his constant encourager, because I know he has been created for amazing things. And I know he believes the same for me.

Right now, our dreams are taking place on different coasts. Is it hard? Yeah, it is. It sucks spending 95% of our time apart. But you know what would suck more? Seeing him give up on his dreams to stay here with me, or settle for less than he’s destined for. Because this is just a temporary thing. It’s not forever. We’re apart right now, and it’s not the best, but it’s because we’re building up ourselves in order to build the best possible life together. We’re hustling and chasing dreams and accomplishing goals and I don’t think that should be anything to be ashamed of.

My love for J has only grown as we’ve been apart. I appreciate him more, don’t take him for granted, and savor the time I get to speak with him. I have a new adoration for him, and a new sense of pride after seeing him accomplish something he’s worked so hard for. I’ve fallen in love with the sound of his voice all over again and the fuzzy look of his face when it appears through slow Wi-Fi on my phone.

Just because I’m happy here doesn’t mean I’m happier without him. It’s been empowering to live all alone across the country from my friends and family, and create a life for myself full of love and struggles and success. Every time I have to dig out our patio so it doesn’t flood and replace the batteries on our smoke alarm I feel a little bit better about my ability to adult. I miss J in these moments, because he’s provided so well for me in the past, but I also feel proud that I can take care of myself (with a lot of help from my friends).

I look forward to the day that J and I again share a home. I daydream about the little things, like sitting next to each other on the couch, not speaking, not even touching, but simply being in each other’s presences as we do separate things together. I think about the time where my bed will no longer be empty except for a giant cat and too many pillows. But in the mean time I look at our accomplishments and goals and feel good about our decision, because we’re both becoming the best versions of ourselves, which in turn makes our relationship the best that it can be.

So yeah, I’m happy here. And I’m also happy with him.


“It doesn’t matter where I am-I’m yours.”


What Comes Next

As I approach the second and final year of grad school there’s been a lot of talk about the “what comes next” part. You know, the what are you going to specialize in? When are you going to get licensed? Where are you going to live? Are you going to move home? Where are you going to get a job?

And the truth is, I really don’t know. Yeah, I have some ideas. Sure, I’ve thought about it. A lot. But the truth of it is I don’t have definite plans about what I’m going to be when I finally “grow up”.

But then I was thinking…I do know. I’m not sure about the specifics of my career, or the location of my home, or all of the things that society tells us are the most important-but I do know the real important things.

I know that my house is going to be filed with photos of my family and friends, and little things that make me happy. There’s going to be my favorite bible verses on the walls and interesting books on the shelves. I’m going to have a cell phone that’s full of random pictures of the delicious meals I’ve eaten and the best places I’ve traveled, and a call log full of conversations with the people that I cherish. I’m going to have a cupboard full of too many coffee mugs and a refrigerator that always has Sriracha. My couch is going to have cat fur on it no matter how many times I vacuum and there’s always going to be a cozy blanket nearby. I’m going to be working somewhere that is meaningful and makes me feel like I have a purpose. I might not be bringing home the biggest paycheck, and there’s going to be days where I can’t leave work at work and will spend the night in tears while my heart hurts, but that’s okay, because it means I’m making a difference, even if it’s just for one kid. I don’t know what car I’ll be driving but I do know that the volume will always be turned up too loud, the windows rolled down, and the gas light on. I might cut my hair or I might not, I might gain weight or I might run another marathon, but I will love my body because of what it does for me, even if it’s not as skinny as I might wish it was. I’ll still have a ring on my finger and every time I look at it I’ll be reminded of how lucky I am to have a husband so perfectly created for me.

So no, I’m not exactly sure of the specifics of the world’s version of the responsible “what comes next” but I think I have the important things figured out. No matter the size of my house or the pay of my job I know that as long as I’m keeping first things first my life will never be something to be ashamed of.


“The key is not to prioritize your schedule but schedule your priorities.”
[Stephen Covey]

Trust In You

Lately I’ve realized that I’m kind of a needy person. I don’t mean needy as in super high maintenance, although I do enjoy a good glass of wine every now and again (and an average glass of wine a lot of the other time). I mean needy as in always needing to make sure that God knows exactly what I want from Him, and needing to feel His presence and hear His answers. Like, all the time.

Obviously, life doesn’t always turn out how we want it to, and God doesn’t always answer our prayers how we want Him to. But I know from experience (see last year’s post on Holding Out for Something Better) that things always turn out exactly like they’re supposed to, usually even better than what we originally had hoped for. So why, then, is it so hard to remember that? Why is it so hard to practice that in everyday life?

The past year has brought a lot of changes for us. A lot of them have been great. It’s been almost a year (can you believe it?) since we got engaged and moved across the country so that I could start grad school. And it’s been awesome! I’ve been loving this new chapter of life, trials and all.

My countdown app tells me that it’s been over 100 days since J moved back to the PNW. 100 days of living alone, of job searching, of long distance relationshipping, and of soul searching. I’ve had to check myself lately as I pray. I know that I don’t need to edit my prayers-God knows our candid thoughts, even when we try to hide them from Him. But I’ve realized that I don’t need to be praying for some specific path I think is best for us without opening my mind and my heart to the big picture.

A couple of months ago an opportunity came about that I thought was perfect. I prayed and prayed for J to get this specific job because it seemed exactly like what we needed. When it didn’t work out I was devastated. But then I got to thinking. Why did I think it was perfect? Was it really perfect? Or was there a reason that it didn’t work out for us?

I think that we tend to always think that we know what’s going on, that we know what’s best, that we’re totally in control. But we’re not, are we? As perfect as the job seemed, I have no idea how it would have turned out. Maybe it was a missed opportunity, or maybe it was actually a blessing that it didn’t work out. I don’t know. But what I did realize was that I needed to change my prayer from “give us this job” to “keep us encouraged until the perfect opportunity comes about”.

I know that J is a good man and a great worker, and that the perfect job for him will come about when it’s time. Now, I’m not saying to just wait around and laze about until the right door is opened. Chasing dreams is good; hard work is good; ambition is good. But having faith is also good.

Even though it’s been frustrating sometimes, discouraging sometimes, confusing sometimes…I know that we have good paths in front of us, and that our perfect opportunities are coming. And so I’ve changed my prayers from needy, specific requests to prayers for encouragement and patience. Prayers for strength to keep trying. Prayers for peace when things don’t seem to be going the right way. And prayers of thanksgiving, because no matter what life is good and its something to be grateful for.


“When You don’t move the mountains I’m needing You to move
When You don’t part the waters I wish I could walk through
When You don’t give the answers as I cry out to You
I will trust in You.”
[Trust In You, Lauren Daigle]

This I Vow to You

Don’t laugh at me, but I’ve been writing my vows for years.

Yes, years. Like, before we were even engaged. Embarrassing? Yes. Adorable? I like to think so😉

I’ve always been a writer more than I’ve been a speaker. It just makes more sense to me to write things down. To rearrange them, to add to them, to edit them, and then to process them. I tend to write letters about important things as well, because that way I can make sure I’ve included everything I wanted to say and also avoid bumbling like an idiot (well, mostly).

I think I can safely say that our vows are one of the most important things we will ever say or write. That being said, I find it absolutely terrifying-what if I forget to say something? What if I leave something really important out? What if I say too much? Too little?

I tell J that I love him every single day. He knows that he means the world to me, and he knows that I will always try to be the best wife and partner to him that I can. But still, writing all of this in my vows is important to me, because it’s something that will serve as the foundation of this next life chapter for us. Years ago, I started a note in my phone with little things that I wanted to include in my vows. Sayings, quotes, feelings, promises. Some of it are little clips from movies or books, some are song lyrics, and some are simply things that were on my heart. In the past few months I’ve rearranged them and labored over them, trying to find the right way to say what I want to say.

Without fail, I’ve cried each time I’ve read them to myself. Sometimes I just feel my eyes getting misty, and sometimes I end up with ugly tears cascading down my face. I initially figured that the more familiar I was with them the less emotional I would be when it came time to actually read them aloud on our wedding day.

Well, I don’t think that will be the case. I’ve never been an overly emotional person, and most of what makes up my vows are things I’ve already expressed to J, but still-always tears. There’s something so special and magical about putting everything aside and baring your soul to the one you love in front of God and friends and family. I think about how someday our kids will read our vows, or hear us saying them on our wedding video. I imagine them printed out on a canvas and hung in our bedroom, reminding us 30 years from now what we built our marriage on. I think about going back to them in hard times, on those inevitable days where I’m frustrated or sad or questioning our commitment and using them to remind myself of the promises I made to J, and the promises that he made to me.

Vows are not something to be taken lightly, or at least not to me. Sure, J and I made our own vows to each other at the start of our relationship, when we started sharing a home, and on various occasions throughout our time together. But our marriage vows are more than all of those put together and are something that I know will serve as a reminder, a declaration, and a comfort for years to come.

Let’s just hope that I can get through them without a Costco size box of tissues.


“Your marriage vows are the most important in those moments where they are the most difficult to keep.”



I Am Enough

I don’t think I’m alone when I say that I often feel as though I’m lacking. Lacking smarts, lacking sense, lacking money, lacking looks, lacking skill…the list goes on and on, and varies depending on the day and my mood. It seems to be in our nature as humans to often feel like we’re not good enough, to feel like others are kicking butt at life when we are not, and to constantly let scores and opinions drastically shape how we view ourselves.

We got our semester grades back a few weeks ago, and I’ll be the first to admit that seeing a B+ on my transcript made my heart drop. Literally my insides felt all icky and gross and my heart started to pound faster and faster. The last five months immediately played through my mind in fast-forward, and I thought about every test I took and every paper I wrote. I thought about finals week and started kicking myself for not spending one more hour studying or one more hour proof-reading. I felt immediate embarrassment about my ‘bad grade’. Suddenly that one B+ became a sign that I’m in the wrong field and proof I’m not going to be successful; it a measurable way to say that my life is-and that I am-crappy.

And I knew that those things weren’t accurate. In fact, I knew that in most circles a B+ is not even considered a ‘bad grade’ at all. I’m in school studying to be a therapist, and I know that what I was thinking was an incorrect cognition and it was very much untrue. However, knowing that and believing that is two entirely different things.

And then I thought about 2nd Corinthians, which says “My grace is enough for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

I am enough because He is enough.

I am a loved fiancé, a cherished daughter, a good student, a hardworking intern, a dedicated worker, a faithful friend, and I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

I had a long, hard semester that was full of change and adjustments and jam-packed weeks. If one B+ is what came out of that instead of straight A’s then I am okay with that, because a lot of other ‘ungraded’ stuff came with it as well.

I spent time making new friends that I know I will cherish forever. I spent time trying new restaurants, going to new parks, and exploring my new home, which brought my wanderlusting heart joy. I spent time working long hours to make ends meet, which brought me pride and a sense of accomplishment. I spent time basking in the presence of someone who loves me unconditionally, which brought me peace and security when I needed it the most. I spent time walking around my neighborhood, feeling the sun on my face, clearing my mind, and grounding myself when things seemed too much to handle. I spent time laughing and eating and drinking and feeling so happy to be alive.

Sure, I could have slept less and studied more, socialized less and worked more, spent less time watching Netflix and more time cleaning my house. I could have worked more hours and gotten better grades. But then my soul would have been lacking, my sanity would have been cracking, and my joy would have been depleted.

Because life is all about balance, friends.

Sometimes it seems impossible to be perfect at everything, and that’s because it is. But that’s only if you’re comparing yourself to anyone other than yourself. I know that I spent the last five months doing the best that I could. I laughed a lot and cried a little, I made my relationships a priority, I created a home across the country, I adjusted to huge changes, and I kept God at the center.

And that, to me, is enough.


The Pickle Jar

As some of y’all may know, J moved back to the PNW last month. It’s been a change for both of us, of course, both with our actual living situations and the new long-distance status of our relationship.

A few years ago (actually it’s been almost six-where has time gone?!) we tried a whack at the whole long distance thing while I lived in Hawaii for undergrad and J was at college in Tacoma. To say the least, it was tough-we were just two 18 year olds, separated by this little thing called the Pacific Ocean, both getting used to college, living on our own, making new friends, and having to deal with that annoying time distance.

Come to think of it, our circumstances are not really that much different now, except it’s the entire continental United States between us this time instead of the ocean, I’m 3 hours ahead instead of 3 hours behind, and I’m adjusting to grad school instead of undergrad.

But our relationship is different. We’ve matured (just a little bit), we’ve adjusted to life on our own and out of our parents’ house, and we’re made the huge commitment to officially spend the rest of our lives together.

This is both better and worse. I don’t feel panicky when I think about being apart from J this time. I feel confident in our relationship, and although I miss him, I don’t worry at all that the miles will come in between us. But the missing him part is deeper. We’ve shared a home for almost 3.5 years and haven’t spent more than a week or two apart in that time. Our lives have become so ingrained with one another that it’s sometimes still a surprise when I roll over in bed in the middle of the night and grab empty sheets. When I come home from a 12 hour day ready for a hug and an ear to share stories with and instead open the door of an empty, quiet house. When I load up my grocery cart at the store with spicy foods and vegetables because I don’t have to plan meals that will appeal to a boy’s carnivorous stomach.

Sometimes, days go by and I feel like we’re nailing this whole distance thing. Other times, little things happen that stab me in the heart and cause a deep ache to reverberate through me, reminding me that part of myself is living 3,000 miles away.

About five weeks ago I bought a jar of pickles at the store. I shoved it in the back of the fridge without a second thought, and then, the other day, I had a craving for pickles and pulled it out. Try as I might, I could not get that dang jar open. I ran it under hot water, I used a grippy cloth, I did a few pushups to get my muscles ready, I googled “how to open a stubborn jar”…nothing worked. At the end of this thirty minute charade I put the jar back in the fridge, sat down on the kitchen floor, and cried.

Do I really love pickles that much? Of course not. If this was a movie this would probably be the part where I sob “it’s not about the pickles!” while an emotional love ballad plays in the background. But this is not a movie, it’s just a blog, so I’ll explain it in words. No, it’s not about the pickles-it’s about having someone there to help you when life (or a pickle jar) gets a little too sticky to handle alone.

Luckily for the pickles (and my stomach) my friend’s husband ended up lending me a complicated looking plumbing tool and I made that jar my bitch (pardon the language). Unluckily for me, I’m still left with a dull ache in my heart when I see those pickles and am reminded that there’s not a strong man on my couch ready to open jars for me (and unclog toilets, and change smoke alarm batteries, and double-check that the door’s locked before bedtime…).

But even though I’ve cried on my kitchen floor and eaten veggies and fruit for dinner (aka popcorn and wine) a little more than usual lately, my love for J has only grown this past month and a half. I feel like a teenager again, texting him in class and staying up too late giggling into the phone. I realize all of the ways he blessed me regularly as I now am the one taking out the trash and scooping out the litter box-chores he constantly did that I used to take for granted. I love him deeper as I think about how much I enjoy the sound of his voice, the size of his hands as they hold mine, and the way his eyes squint when he laughs really hard.

After all, they say that missing someone (and seeing a pickle jar) is just your heart’s way of reminding you that you love them.


“Don’t measure the distance, measure my love.”

The Season of Not Knowing

We all know that we go through different seasons of life all of the time. Some are seasons of change, or of growing, or of loving, or of exhaustion, or of brokenness, or of learning. Some are a combination of a few of those things or all of those things.

Earlier this week I was trying to figure out what season I’m going through. When talking with one of my best friends it just kind of blurted out of my mouth in mid conversation-this is the Season of Not Knowing.

For a ‘type a’ person like me, the unknown is kind of frustrating. In fact, it’s downright scary. I love making lists and checking things off of that list. I love plans, and goals, and dream boards. I love my planner, and Google calendar, and scheduling automatic bank payments.

And for the past few months, my life has been everything but those things.

A few weeks ago J moved back to Washington to apply for some jobs and work for my parents. This was a smart and practical move on our part because we’re poor (duh) and because he has been dying to start his career (rightfully so). However, this has also meant a lot of adjustment for both of us. I’ve gone from having a steady partner that’s home waiting for me every day to night after night in an empty house. I’ve gone from an awesome house spouse that’s been blessing me with completed chores every week to constant loads of laundry, sinks of dishes, and dirty toilets. J has gone from a comfortable home that we share to transitioning back to living with family after five years of independent life. We’ve gone from an inseparable couple that hasn’t spent more than a day apart in the last 7 months, or more than a week in the past 3.5 years, to people that only talk once a day on the phone.

It’s been, to put it lightly, a transition.

And yes, it’s been hard. I’m in my last month of the semester, so papers and projects are piling up. I was recently tricked into/blessed with (your choice of wording) another job, taking my job/intern count up to 4 and my weekly hours to 55+, as well as a full grad school load of courses. Our bills have still been piling up and student debt has been constantly collecting. I’ve gone from being a drive away from my support systems to at least a six hour flight. My best friends are in different time zones, I feel permanently tired, the future seems so utterly uncertain…and yet.

And yet, God is good.

This season of not knowing and of not being in control has been challenging in so many ways.

And yet.

And yet, it’s been a learning experience. It’s been refreshing. It’s built my faith. It’s led me (heels dragging) out of my comfort zone. It’s reinforced what’s most important in life.

It’s been so, so scary for me to let go and not feel in control of everything around me. To be completely transparent with y’all, it’s been incredibly stressful for me to leave things up to the unknown and to not plan every detail.

But at the same time, it’s been freeing. It’s been empowering for me to throw my hands my hands up and say, show me God. Lead us to the path that you want us to take.

And so, with white knuckles, I’m embracing this Season of Not Knowing, with an extra cup of coffee and a sink full of dishes.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.


“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all of your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.”
[Proverbs 3:5-6]



And If Not, He Is Still Good

Last week I mentioned that I had picked out my 2016 verse. I’ve always kind of hated New Year Resolutions-I mean, why wait until January to start something you should have probably started months ago? And why pretend like you’re going to cut back on eating pizza when we know you’re not? Why act like you’re going to continue to go to the gym every day when we know you’re going to stop after a week? Okay, yes, I am talking about myself. If resolutions work for you, then by all means, do them! But for me they haven’t proven to be that effective. However, what has seemed awesome is choosing a ‘verse of the year’. Sometimes this might only be a ‘verse of part of the year’ because as we all know, different seasons of life come and go and sometimes we need different types of encouragement. For me, my current encouragement is this: And if not, He is still good.

This verse comes from the book of Daniel, which talks about, long story short, three men declaring that God will deliver them from death. I know this is slightly abridged (like, the most abridged version of Daniel ever) but forgive me. For the sake of time I want to focus on one tiny part in particular, verses 3:17-18: “If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to deliver us from it, and he will deliver us from Your Majesty’s hand. And even if He does not, we want you to know, Your Majesty, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up.” [Daniel 3:17-18].

Hole. Ly. Mole. Ly. Did you catch what they are saying? They have full confidence that God will deliver them from the fire, but even if He doesn’t, they are still fine with it. And even if He does not…we will still serve God and not anything or anyone else. And even if He does not…we will still believe God is good. And even if He does not…we will still follow His plan.

DANG! Y’all, I know this is just two sentences, but wow-I think that those 58 words speak volumes. So many of us, or at least I know that I find it easiest to worship when life is good. When we pray about something and God blesses us with exactly what we were hoping for it’s easy to proclaim His goodness. When life is going well and we feel God’s presence it’s easy to pray and worship and feel confident in our faith.

But what about the times when we don’t get what we want?

My faith is not contingent on what God can do for me. Following Him has brought me love, comfort, peace, joy, faith…and trials. I don’t think anyone will tell you that once you start to follow the Lord everything will always be good. We know that’s not the case. But that doesn’t mean it’s still not hard.

To be completely transparent with y’all, we’ve had some trials this past season of life. We love it here in NC-I am so happy we made the leap and came! I love our home, I love my school, I love my jobs. And yet, it’s tough. It’s hard when the opportunities that seem so perfect for us pass us by. It’s hard when the bills and out of state tuition come, and it’s tough to write out that rent check each month.

And yet.

And yet, God is still good.

I’ve been trying to finish my prayers and thoughts that way and it’s been a great reminder and reality check when I start to get caught up in the details. Dear Lord, please bless us with that job. Dear Lord, please open a door. Dear Lord, please show us where you want our light to shine.

But if not…You are still good.

We’ve all heard that the Lord works in mysterious ways. A lot of the times life doesn’t go as we think it will or think it should, but in my experience most of those times it winds up even better. No matter what happens and no matter what prayers don’t get answered the way I might want them to, God is good.



“Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers
Remember when you’re talkin’ to the man upstairs
That just because he doesn’t answer doesn’t mean he don’t care
Some of God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers”
[Garth Brooks, Unanswered Prayers]



New Year, New Me (just kidding)

Y’all. Can we take a second and bask in the disbelief that it’s almost February? I know, I know- if you’ve been following along with me for a while you know this isn’t a new revelation. At least a few times a year I have a freak out moment where I realize that it’s already ____ (Christmas time, my birthday, June first, etc.). This has been happening more often the older I get. Seriously, before we know it I’ll be just another senile lady with 72 cats. Ugh.

So we’ve established that time seems to be flying by the older I get, as is common, but this semester in particular is a rollin on by, even though I’m only on week three. Thankfully we’re finally all settled into our house-yay! Or as least as settled as someone with the need to constantly rearrange and redecorate can be. Which reminds me that I really need to get to Home Goods…

But anyway. This semester is jam packed full of…stuff. I started my field placement, which is awesome, and am continuing to nanny, work at the coffee shop, and attend school full time. Basically, I’m interning and working 50 hours a week and have a full load of masters level classes, I’m starting to plan our wedding, I try to cook dinner at least 5 nights a week, I’m making time to do my devos every morning, and I’m attempting to have a somewhat regular workout regime. Oh yeah, and I’ve heard it’s good to throw some self-care somewhere in there (I’m a social work major working at a center for abused children).

So yes, it’s a little bit of a busy season of life, as it is for a lot of us. Excuses aside, I’ve totally let my blog posts slip lately-the last post is a half-assed (sorry about saying ass. Oh man I just said it again) recap of the fall/winter because I had been crappy at keeping up even then. Sheesh. Good thing I barely ever have good stuff to share or y’all really would be upset!😉

Since it’s been so long, I wanted to share a few of my current loves-a ‘Friday Favorites’ post that actually falls on a Friday for once!

  1. My Hunter boots

Y’all. I know I’m late to hop on this train, but yaaaaaaaas. These boots are worth the price tag! And when I say worth the price tag I mean the awesome deal I got on them at Costco of all places. I saw somewhere that Costco online had them in stock (mostly black, if I recall correctly) and rushed on over. I couldn’t decide between the tall and short versions, but since I’m a size 8 (basically the most common shoe size ever) only the tall ones were left in stock. As an indecisive person that was actually a blessing, so I hurried up and added them to my cart. Needless to say, I’ve been loving how cute they are with leggings and boot socks and have loved them even more during the spontaneous downpours we’ve had. Dry toe lovers, rejoice!

  1. StyleBook

As previously stated, my days are a wee bit busy. StyleBook is an app that lets you take pictures of everything in your closet and then organize it by type, color, whatever and create outfits out of them. I’m gonna level with you-this part takes for. Freaking. Ever. But I had been needing to go through my closet anyway, so I used this as an opportunity to take everything out and do a good old fashioned New Years sweep. My favorite part of the app is the calendar-it lets you track what you wore when. Since I’m only at my internship two days a week and am pretending to be a well-dressed adult, it comes in handy to see which one of my five adult outfits I wore when and rotate through them accordingly😉

  1. Budget Bytes

I’m just going to put this out there-I’m not the best cook ever. When J and I first started living together I was pretty much the worst. I wanted to make his belly happy, which to me meant boy food, which really was all very carby and cheesy and had no vegetables. Needless to say, I’ve come a long way in the kitchen since then (thank goodness-as much as I love my yoga pants they were the only things that fit) but still have a long way to go. Budget Bytes is a website that has awesome cheap recipes, and the directions are laid out with photos and are pretty easy to follow. She breaks down everything by price and even has some cool tutorials, like how to roast a chicken (which seems pretty self-explanatory and easy but my poor little crispy chick would say otherwise). Check it out here:

And well, there you have it. Nothing too exciting (especially as my first post of the new year, whoops) but it’s a little glimpse into our life as of late! Speaking of new year, I’ve decided after much deliberation (and many hours on Pinterest) that my verse for 2016 is “And if not, He is still good.” An awesome reminder that things may not go as planned, but no matter what, God is good and life is good. Amen amen!

Happy New Year, friends!