Evening Thoughts

• I feel like I haven’t blogged in ages! My apologies. It’s partly because I have been busy. It’s partly because I don’t feel like I have much to say. Womp womp.

• I ran the Seawheeze half marathon in Vancouver this past weekend. “Ran” being a loose term. I ran 17km and then limped the rest of the way. I hurt my foot. Not sure what exactly happened, but the fact that I am still having trouble walking four days later concerns me. But I didn’t quit! I’m trying to focus on that part. Because I am running a marathon in January. “That’s lots of time to recover and train,” I hear you saying. Maybe for people who are good at running. But I am not, and need all the time I can get.

• Maybe I’ll do a longer post about the actual day, but that would require me to be vulnerable and open. Hmmmm, maybe not. I like it better when I pretend to brush it off. Also, I feel like if I was to go into detail about how disappointed I was (am), I would sound sooooo over dramatic.

• The latest season of Parenthood is now on Netflix, happy day! And by happy I mean sad, because that show cues the waterworks, man.

• I am extremely ansty not being able to work out. All I want to do is moooove.

• I love my apartment, I really do. But it’s so small, if I don’t clean up after one day it looks like I’ve been living in squalor. Blessing and a curse.

• I still haven’t seen Boyhood yet. What is wrong with me? Have you seen it yet? Did it change your life?

Evening Thoughts

• As per my Instagram this evening (which, I mean, you can totally follow by the way – @bree189), I am in loooove with my new decal from Urban Walls:


• In case you were wondering, yes, I am still obsessed with Bachelor in Paradise.

• Me and my girl Kath are doing a kettle bell work out tomorrow, stay tuned for what we do!

• I am still convinced that buying a fan is my best purchase to date.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
And that’s all I will say about that.

Morning Thoughts

  • Working Sunday! It’s ok though, because it is a morning party. I can get behind that


  • After the work function, I have to run 18km, my last long run before my half-marathon on the 23rd. Eek. I hope it goes well, I hope I am mentally “in it.” Otherwise, I’ll be even more nervous than I already am! It’s funny how mental this whole thing is.



  • Do you guys make five-year plans? I’m debating it. When I was sixteen, I was so against them. As I get older, I feel like I need to be moving in a direction toward a goal. Five years doesn’t seem so overwhelming.

Short and sweet “Morning Thoughts” this morning. I will check in after my run, if I am still alive, to tell you all how it went.

My morning went a little like this: I woke up, ready for a brand new day. It’s a Saturday, and I was working, not ideal, but I love my job so I was okay with it. I shower, make myself a hot cup of coffee, and stumble back to my washroom, my eyes still tired from my great night’s sleep.

“What a minute… Where are all my toiletries?”

I had just spent the week house sitting my parents house, so I go and check my suitcase (not there), and my purse (not there either). I do one more double-check in my washroom (nope), and then it dawns on me, I left all of them at my parents house.

So there was instant panic. I worked shortly, and definitely didn’t have time to go get them all. Not to mention that I was feeling a tad, ahem, hormonal. I frantically texted my mom, and she confirmed that they were all sitting on the bathroom counter there.


Judge me all you want, but I seriously panicked. I’m embarrassed about how overwhelmed I felt. True, I am extremely busy these days, and was feeling really stressed. But that doesn’t excuse the over-dramatic text I sent my mom:

“I just can’t handle it right now.

That was the end of a long message, but what precedes it is slightly too much information for this little corner of the internet.

But let’s return to that text: “I just can’t handle it right now.” I mean, come on Bree, you’re talking about your make-up. Get. A. Grip.

But that was truly how I felt in that moment. I felt completely overwhelmed and exhausted. Even though I enjoy what I’m doing, more than any other job I’ve had in my life, I realize that if I don’t take some time out to take care of myself I will (and did) become a bratty, pathetic, irritated woman.

So the moral of the story is that I am going to take a couple of minutes everyday to check-in on myself, practice some gratitude (yeah, I’m hippy like that), and just be present in the moment. These small daily practices make big changes in how I feel in times of stress. I mean, I cried about not having my make-up!

… Yes, I cried. I thought if I snuck it in there it wouldn’t be noticeable. But I can’t fool you, smart reader!

Moral of the story: Take care of yourself, girl!

And that goes for you guys too, because I know I’m not the only one who has overreacted to something in response to stress. Right? RIGHT?!

Side note: My mom brought me my make-up, because she is an angel brought down from heaven to avert crisis’ in the less-divine.

Morning Thoughts

• I haven’t posted in so long, my apologies! My parents are out of town, so I’ve been having a “staycation” at their place. My evenings have consisted of this:


• And my lunches have consisted of veggies from their greenhouse:


• It’s been nice, because work-wise this week is crazy busy. With all the stress, I appreciate the air conditioning, the big back yard, the space.

• My half marathon is in like 2 weeks. The nerves have hit. Way worse than last time. I don’t feel ready, but two weeks doesn’t seem like enough time to make a difference.

• Sooo Bachelor is Paradise… Anyone? I know, I should be ashamed of myself. But all I could think when I was watching it was, “I am SO happy this is two hours!”

Happy Thursday everyone!