music monday + monday lessons

mmm monday.

(san francisco on saturday on random street walks with my friend)

a light breeze, fat clouds, sunshine kind of monday.

i woke up intending to work out the whole day because i ate cake last night and militant, dictator zoe ordered it to be done. under strict authority, i laced up tennis shoes after i slipped out of my sheets and dreamy early morning haze. i skipped breakfast too for good measure. funny how plans figure their way out, though.

because the television spazzed out. and my brother came home sick from school. and my stomach grumbled loudly. and i picked up a pen and undid my tennis shoes. and i wrote into my journal. and i realized: “i still think my weight matters in the measure of happiness. so i still chase it as being the problem of all my problems” (journal quotes). silly anxious and negative self. it’s just cake, not the devil. calm yourself.

so i ate some breakfast, ate some more cake, laced up my tennis shoes, and took the walk i actually wanted. i listened to two pod-casts, did some yoga in the park under the sun, felt the grass beneath my feet. three or so hours later i am home, rested and happy and not thinking about that cake from last night or the cake from earlier. just how awesome my legs feel and how settled my heart is in my chest.

and how awesome this song is.

because i am in love with bon iver.

and mondays, for that matter.

namaste

zoe

(p.s: please don’t steal my photos. thanks!)

last night

last night, i dressed up like a nerd.

(and apparently was too busy to snap a photograph. source.)

which, let’s be real, ain’t far from the truth (;)).

last night, i drank a lot of tequila.

…and beer.

(for a lightweight drinker, that’s a lotta booze.)

last night, i walked into a house full of people i never met.

last night, i laughed loudly, chatted freely, and zipped around happily.

last night, i stayed up until 3:30 in the am listening to bad 90′s music and debating with my roommate.

oh, and eating left-over birthday cake. (not my cake.)

today, i may or may not be hung over.

…and working from 11-6:30.

but you know, i don’t think i mind so much.

it’s the little things.

you know?

how was your friday night?

namaste

zoe

(also, tell me why i can’t get this song out of my head…

oh, and fun fact? i went to high school with darren criss. he’s a sweetheart.)

you’re amazing

i ate pizza yesterday.

a lot of pizza. homemade pizza. with real cheese.

and then i ate cake. really rich cake. a whole slice.

and then someone told me:

“you’re eating chocolate cake and you look amazing.”

which was when i remembered: “oh, yeah!”

which is when i realized: we’re all pretty amazing…inside and out

bonus points for cake though

just some small thoughts on a wednesday morning. sending love to you all <3

namaste

zoe

(oh, and i didn't binge yesterday. )