Written July 16
Experienced May 1 – 5, 2019
In a recent post, I described memories of one of my closest friends visiting me Washington state. I truly value sharing quality time with close friends in my new home. Every time someone visits me, I get to share some of my favorite spots and also discover new ones myself!
My lifelong friend, Marissa, and I have a friendship that dates back to age FOUR where we met in nursery school. Though we didn’t go to the same school after preschool, we have stayed friends throughout our entire life!
Most of my friends (and I) are turning 30 this year, so we’ve all been planning fun adventures for the big 3-0. Despite being friends for over 20 years, Marissa and I have never traveled together, so we finally decided to do so to celebrate our birthdays! After tossing around a ton of different ideas and considering finances, time, and preferred adventure styles, we decided on Marissa taking the trip to the west coast! She combined it with a visit to her family in Oregon, and the timing worked out perfectly!
We were blessed with blue skies, warm weather, and AMAZING food all weekend! Marissa went on her first hikes AND went to her FIRST National Park. I was pretty stoked to share all these experiences with her, plus explore parts of Washington I haven’t yet seen!More
Written July 3, 2019
Experienced March 10, 2019
My journey as a Doctor of Physical Therapy has brought me down many beautiful paths. From living the salt life in Florida, to travel Physical Therapy, I keep learning how expansive my field of work is. It is truly a blessing.
Being that I’m a woman of many passions, hobbies, and interests (a multipontentialite, if you will), I was fearful early on in my career that I’d never have a direction. I felt intrigued by so many different specialties in my field (ortho, neuro, peds) and didn’t think I’d EVER want to ‘give one up’ and limit my scope of practice. Yet, almost four years after graduating with my DPT degree, I am 100% confident in my passion within Physical Therapy: pediatrics! I keep getting pulled back to working with the kiddos and I find it both rewarding and challenging – something I need with my insatiable desire for knowledge! Plus, I get to be creative and play all day. Score for the kid who will forever live in my heart!
Wherever I’ve worked in pediatrics, I’ve been surrounded by like-minded people. We bond together over both the joys and challenges of working with children. Some of my coworkers have become my closest friends, and the crew at Seattle Children’s has been no different. Being full time at the North Clinic has afforded me the time and environment to foster close relationships with people who share similar mindsets professionally, but ALSO love getting outside! When the clinic opened in August 2018, I didn’t know what kind of team we’d end up with. Yet, we were gifted the most divine group of people who share so many common interests and passions. I don’t know how management put together our team, but holy smokes did they do an amazing job!
In March of 2019, one of my coworkers planned (very far in advanced) a trip along the Mount Tahoma Trail System outside of Mount Rainier National Park. Our one night in the Copper Creek Hut had me grinning from ear-to-ear, and I still dream about our EPIC, FIVE-STAR dinner and game night at the hut! I can’t wait to plan for next year!More
Written June 11, 2019
Experienced July 2017 & January 2019
I have severely deep appreciation for close friendships and relationships. We all have people we can count on no matter what: People we can call at midnight knowing they’ll pick up. People we can cry with until we laugh, laugh with until we cry. People who offer non-judgmental ears, and unbiased, unconditional guidance, support, & love. I am blessed to have solid relationships to fall back on – a crash pad beneath me, ready to catch me as I fall from my climb, or carry me away in a crowd surf when I am standing on my stage in my proudest of moments. They’re there for my highs and lows. I love feeling the presence of my loved ones, though most of my nearest & dearest live about 3,000 miles away.
While I have many people I know can lean on no matter what, I can only think of a handful that supersede this connection. They go beyond – to the infinite, indescribable relationship that can only be mystified further by ideas behind quantum entanglement. In some subatomic particles, even when separated by large distances (like, distances across universes… I’m talking LIGHT YEARS), two particles become mysteriously linked… and match each others’ behaviors. If one starts spinning, the other starts spinning. At the same time. FROM LIGHT YEARS AWAY. Basically, it tears the concept of space-time and the particles are interconnected.
Well… similarly… there is a particularly incomprehensible, unseen, magical quality about some of my close relationships in which we’ve felt unusually connected.
It’s down-right eerie when you get on the phone with a loved one and it turns out you’ve had a similar dream… or go through life transitions at the same time. Albert Einstein exclaimed particle entanglement to be “spukhafte fernwirkung” — “spooky action at a distance.” And, wowee, it is spooky and weird… at a distance. (Einstein was pretty literal and smart, I guess.)
Okay, okay, I don’t have relationships in which whatever happens to me, happens to them (this is not admitting I practice voodoo, I promise), but I have some spoooooky friendships and relationships where we’ve used the phrase “parallel lives” to describe our similar life experiences.
Talia is one of those people. We’ve had a magnetic, indescribable friendship, in which our life experiences overlap in some way, allowing for deep understanding and connection. In the last year, we have shared some badass experiences on the west coast together, and I feel obligated & thrilled to express our journeys – photographically and textually.More
I think I TRIED to be good at sports. But, when I was put in soccer at 4 years old and all I did on the field was cartwheels, pick flowers, and dance, I think my family realized the whole hand-eye coordination/sports thing wasn’t going to work out for me. I would run, skip, and play with everything except for the soccer ball. So, instead, I was put in my first dance class. I traded my cleats & shin guards for tutus, tap shoes, and leotards. Secretly, I wish I could wear an oversized T-shirt and giant hair bow again right now:
Now, 25 years later, I am no better with hand-eye coordination, but I am still finding a way to dance my heart out. I will forever be grateful for dance and the joy it brings me! Read on for more reminiscing on my dance journey…More
Written on Tuesday, May 7, 2019
Experienced on Sunday, May 7, 2017
I have started this blog post countless times. I have multiple versions that were started but never finished. Drafts. Random sentences, thoughts, memories. Even my journal never has beheld this entire story. It’s only lived in my mind, in my words, and my heart. Today, I finish the written story. For my heart and I.
I’ve stared at the damn blinking cursor on my screen more hours than I could count. The title to this has ranged from “The Day I Don’t Want To Write About” to “I Give Up On Backcountry Skiing.” It’s seemed useless to sit and dig up this rollercoaster of emotions. Who could possibly benefit from reading this story? Is it good for my heart and soul to dig up these emotions? Spoiler alert: This is a necessary release.
The crazy thing is, I wrote all of this in the last few days. A full
365 730 days later. When I close my eyes, I can feel every emotion, visualize every moment in disgustingly crispy details. I’ve battled with how I could even label this day. Was it the worst day ever? Perhaps. But especially looking at the last 730 days, I feel like it’s been more than just a “bad day,” because there’s something about my faith that’s still trying to shine through. My friends and I went through the largest roller coaster of emotions on May 7 and the days that followed. Somehow, we’ve all come out stronger, and though I don’t feel the events of May 7th 2017 can ever be explained or completely understood, something in my heart tells me I’ve grown from these experiences.
So, this is May 7, 2017. The day I really didn’t want to write about, but simply can’t tolerate another moment with all this weighing on my memory without release…More
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