pas·sion  // 1. A powerful emotion, such as love, joy, hatred, or anger. // 2. a. Ardent love. b. Strong sexual desire; lust.c. The object of such love or desire. // 3. a. Boundless enthusiasm: His skills as a player don’t quite match his passion for the game. b. The object of such enthusiasm: Soccer is her passion.

For the record, let’s just go ahead and ignore 2b… I’ve written about passion before. At the time, I was looking for some physical to do; something to fall in love with, something to take up my time. In May, I was also new to the area – unsure of where to go, how to go about gallivanting around town; I was the equivalent to the nervous new kid in class.

Long story short -  I’m questioning myself a lot lately.

Can I seriously chalk up my ‘favorites’ to ‘passions’? Do I dare? I mean honestly, what will I be remembered for? Sure, I am a mother, wife and daughter. But – can I really say that my interests qualify as passions?…  Passion!! That’s SUCH an intimidating word!!

running :: I say I love running. But do I really?? I’m the first to stay inside when the weather is crappy. I talk a big game, but my times are mediocre at best, and I haven’t even run a marathon. To me, this thought is pretty depressing, and it hangs over my head like a cloud.

music and arts :: I could spend days in museums, listen to smooth classical music all day long as it drips from my speakers. In college I took an Art History class – I did excellent, and [personally] wanted to change my major to the subject. I can’t draw a stinkin’ stick figure, but I truly appreciate the arts.

cooking :: I can’t exactly say I’m good at it, but I love cooking. And not just throwing together a dinner, but following a hearty, challenging recipe. Standing over a stove and making anything from scratch is so therapeutic. French Cooking is my absolute favorite; and if I had the unlimited time, I would cook and bake all day.

my faith :: This is something that I have been quietly wrestling with. For the longest time I kept God in the dark, mainly out of anger. In the past year, my heart is pulling for a Bible study, regular church going, and I thirst for knowledge of my faith and how it came to be.

yoga :: I hesitated on putting this up here, because while I want to be passionate about it, I’m downright horrible at it. I can barely touch my toes, but will buy Yoga Journal when I have the chance; and I yearn for the day that I can actually have a ‘practice’ not a once-a-month-for-30-minutes-while-child-naps fling.

I want to have passions for all of these things. I want to study all of these things incessantly, know them inside and out, and not have a question as to what propels me. I realize that these passions might morph over time, and I’m ok with that. I hope that while I will always have a passion for running; that maybe my focus will shift from completing a marathon, to getting faster as I grow older, or being smarter about nutrition. Maybe in 10 years I will come out of my Renaissance/Baroque obsession and focus on Early American Art. Indian food instead of French cuisine. You get my drift.

I’m not good at any of these things, but I want so badly to be.

“it is not good to have zeal without knowledge” – proverbs 19.2

What is your passion? How did it come to be – did it manifest over time or spring up over night? Do you have something you wish you were passionate about? 

Best Tuesday Ever.

I was woken up this morning at 0830 by my loving husband. Um, what?? Usually I’m up via my daughter’s whimpers and cries at promptly 7 am. He whispers, “babe, its late, I have to head to work soon” to which I reply, “IS SHE OK!???” – Upon opening her door, she beams up from bed and goes, “HI MOMMY!!!!” – I am confused, but I like this new child who apparently has taken over my daughter’s body.

We saw Daddy off to work, ran errands [in which I spent JUST $40 on dinner for the next weekish] and on the way home, went by the community mailbox. For the record, these things do not work. Never have I stumbled upon my neighbor and chatted her up at the ugly box that holds all of our incoming bills/magazines. In fact, it is quite a nuisance to have a community mailbox, because we are in the Pacific Northwest, it is raining 80% of the year, and walking in it just to retreive stuff I throw away is looooooow on my list. Nevermind that. BUT it is a good place to put a poster up if you’re missing a cat.

So, I grabbed the mail. … ALL OF IT. Amongst the random Safeway ads and random brochures, there were some amazing gems in there.


I was so incredibly stoked to see that my giveaway from y is for yogini/we’ar came in. Thank you, Lo!!! I’ll post more on this later, but its comfy yoga gear that feels amazing and just WAIT until you see my butt in these pants. Yes, butt-enhancing pants make for their own post.

Costco Connection. Love it. I love anything Costco.

Wine Country Gift Baskets brochure. I’ll probably never buy/receive one, but I seriously consider sending myself one every year. For those wondering, I want the “Festive Gourmet” basket, or “Tis the Season”. I also am eyeballing the “The Ultimate Office Party” basket, which really… please. We all know I wouldn’t share any of this. Like I said, I’m just drooling at this point, and this is fun to go through.

Then I glanced at a package addressed to my husband, from a publisher in Colorado. Odd. I texted him, in case it was important, and noted to myself that it felt like a book. He replied back with “it’s a late bday/early Christmas present – open it!” Naturally, I did what any mature, level-headed 20-something year old woman would do – I tore into the package like my life depended on it. It was a running book. [!!] And!! Yes, an ‘and’!! Its “Running the Edge” – a book I’ve been meaning to buy! It aims to ‘discover the secrets to better running and a better life’ and is co-authored by Adam Goucher and Tim Catalano. I should probably mention they also autographed it [!!!!!]. I texted my husband, used a million exclamation points, and he promptly responded with “there should be a Kara Goucher autograph in there too” – I froze. Saddened, I flipped through the book and couldn’t find her autograph. I glanced back at the package, and whaddyaKNOW, BOOM -


Um, yeah. That just happened. I still can’t believe it. My running idol, her autograph, plain as day. I am getting this framed ASAP. My excitement also clearly got in the way of level headed thinking.


From there, kiddo went down for her nap, I managed to get a relaxing shower in, and even did some yoga for half an hour. I’m sipping on some hot tea, counting my blessings, and about to start making a double batch of chicken noodle soup – something I have been pining for, FOREVER. Baby #2 is definitely channeling the happiness, and is dancing around in my belly something fierce. Smile love love love.

My friends, I hope Tuesday was as good to you as mine is.

Since I’m feeling all fuzzy inside, here’s an added bonus picture of me doing yoga.


Food Extravaganza Round Up

- check out my post about heavenly Gluten Free Pizza, here -

Man. Thanksgiving was ridiculous. Festivities actually started Wednesday afternoon, since Husband was allowed to come home early [thank you Army!]. My brother in law and his girlfriend came to visit, and even though we only had four adults and a toddler, we definitely ate our way through the food, and had a blast doing so.

Thursday I had an amazing run, before I dove headfirst into the sweet potato soufflé and homemade cranberry sauce. It had been raining ALL day long – and not just the typical Pacific Northwest sprinkle; it was coming down sideways, the wind was insaaaane, and it looked ominous. The clouds broke, the sun shone through, and I decided to take advantage of the time. I’m glad I did, it started raining again just as I turned back into the neighborhood.


I actually don’t have pictures of the actual Thanksgiving dinner, but the next day we also indulged in some cupcakes… white chocolate cranberry cupcakes, to be exact. It was DIVINE.


And while Daddy was out volunteering at the Seattle Amica Marathon during another monsoon yesterday, baby girl and I stayed home. Requests were made, like, “BELLE TAKE YOUR MED-CIIIIINE” and “MOM-EEEEE, SMELL MAH TOOOOOES!!!!!!”


Although it was a stressful super busy day for both Mommy and Daddy, they were both rewarded in their own little way. I’ll let you guess whose reward is whose. Winking smile


and PS don’t make fun of the incline/pace or else we’ll hunt you down and find you.