Life is weird; this is a fact that we are all familiar with. And the first half of 2017 has definitely been interesting from my new job as a resume writer to my break up with Brent barely a month later to adopting a dog about a month after that; there was a point when I thought the dust would never settle. But, the nice thing about life, that we should all be grateful for is that it does go on and things do get better, no matter how much it may feel like it never will.
Since my break up, I did a lot of things; cried, found solace in a wine bottle, watched TV until I passed out, cried on my friends’ couches, joined a new gym, worked on getting my six-pack back (that’s still in progress but it is coming back!) and started dating again. You’re always going to miss your first love, but I’ve finally decided that I’m not going to stop living my life or doing what I love because of it. My happiness is my own, it’s found within me and no matter what happens, no one and nothing can or should take that away from me; and that goes for everyone. And besides, it is summer, no one should be inside moping when almost every day is sunny and sweaty and in honor of reclaiming my happiness (and summer), I’ve decided to do something that has been on my radar for a while: The Passport Program. Continue reading
As an athlete for nine years, I naturally look for a workout that is going to push me to my limits, push me to get stronger. However, by the time I graduated from college, I had stress fractures, falling arches and a possible labral tear in my groin. Needless to say, I knew it was time to admit to myself that I needed a break from sprinting and running all together really—but the idea of never running again scared me if not a little depressed, so I decided to try transitioning myself into distance running (so much for taking a break, right?). But running on the treadmill wasn’t my cup of tea and I knew based on the fact that I never ran more than 200 meters, that I was never going to be into distance running; running a 5k for me was only going to happen under severe peer pressure. In reality, I was tired of running—I had done it for 9 years after all—I wanted to continue being active because it was important to me but I wanted a new challenge. Continue reading
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The first time I ever heard the Greeting Committee play on 96.5 The Buzz, I assumed they were some band, possibly from L.A., making their run at the big time. Imagine my surprise when I saw them live for the first time and realized, not only were they local, they weren’t even old enough to drink. It has been almost two years since The Greeting Committee got signed and released their hit single, “Hands Down” and while most would think they would have moved to a bigger, “better” city to grow their fan base, the band has remained rooted to their hometown. Continue reading
I recently came home from another weekend in St. Louis with my boyfriend, Brent. Since he started grad school we have been through quite the adjustment period with him moving to St. Louis, i.e. The Rival city, coordinating visits and of course just getting used to not seeing each other whenever we want. The good thing that came out of this is that I get to see another part of the state so it’s kind of like a mini vacation and I get to explore another city the way the locals do it.
Fall is finally here! That means pumpkin spiced lattes and wearing leggings for pants is in full swing. That also means that local festivals celebrating the Kansas City community are going on from the Northland to Downtown. One of KC’s most popular and notable “eat, shop, buy local” campaigns is KC Local week, which was about a month ago. But local business appreciation doesn’t stop there; just last weekend North Kansas City hosted its first local festival, The Swift Mile Fest. If any of you didn’t attend, you have no idea what you missed. But amidst all these festivities It’s always sad to hear when a local business closes.
Who in the crowd likes gin? My guess is that most of you are sticking your tongue out in disgust at your computer/phone/tablet. Tonight I found myself in good company, a bit of a gin lovers collective. Even though this was considered a couples lab at the Bonfire creative space, Artis was the only person in the group actually coupled with the person she brought—married if we want to get a bit more specific. Artis: petite and soft-spoken with an excited smile on her face, was our gin master.
Last week, Kansas Citian’s open tabled like they never have before in anticipation of the 7th annual Kansas City Restaurant Week, myself included. The fundraiser/restaurant expose benefits prominent local charities while feeding adventurous foodies for reasonable prices. If you weren’t making reservations or at least looking through menus before the start of restaurant week last Friday, you have probably set yourself up to miss out on a lot of those “hot commodity” restaurants. But, that doesn’t mean that there aren’t plenty of amazing alternatives to choose from. Or if you are from the camp of why go to restaurant week, which I can’t imagine anyone saying, there are a couple of reasons why you should. Continue reading