Really Into Roche

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

When I was 23, I forced asked my parents to take me Orcas Island for my birthday. They lived there the summer I was born and we hadn't been back since. It was probably the best little trip we'd taken together in my 20s. It was an opportunity for them to show me where we came from, the little house they lived in next to a perfect rocky beach with views up to Canada, and all their favorite places on the island. It was one of the last getaways we took all together.

A few years later, Raz took me back for an anniversary trip. We went to Rosario, where my dad had worked the summer I was born. I gave him a similar tour to the self-guided one my parents gave me. That trip was a little harder. I cried for an hour in the ferry line while he tried to watch Breaking Bad on the iPad. I was embarrassed that I had "ruined" our trip because he had been so thoughtful, but turns out it was too soon after my dad had gotten sick for me to be back. Some things you have to learn the hard way.

Then, recently, my mom invited us to Roche Harbor on San Juan Island. I'd never been to that one and given my current phase of early retirement, I agreed to come a few days before everyone else to have some alone time with my mom and George.

I took a little seaplane adventure on Kenmore Air and spent most of the forty minute ride snapping pics and vids. It was otherworldly.





We were on San Juan Island for a weekend-long boating event, so I can't speak much to anything beyond the marina and I'm totally fine with that. What I can say is island life makes you breathe a little deeper and walk a little slower. 


One of the nearby islands we really want to go to and haven't yet is Victoria. I need to experience that high tea life at The Empress. Add that to the ol' bucket list, along with everything San Juan.

Impulse buy! ;)

Blissed Out

Thursday, June 2, 2016

It's amazing how quickly your new "free time" can fill up. My mom recently retired from the professional world and always mentions how much busier she is now than she was then. I'm starting to get it. I think I'm finding my groove in this new normal.

This housewife life really isn't so bad.

It's forced me out of my comfort zone in a lot of ways. Who am I now? How do I define myself? What does success look like? Will the cats miss me when I leave the house all day again? "Walk me through your resumé..." 

It's isolating.

But it's also pretty nice. We no longer spend our weekends doing laundry or grocery shopping, unless we want to. And we usually don't.

I've taken charge of my wellness. I've gotten back to my Olympia hippie roots and have taken up acupuncture, reflexology, and regular massages. I'm doing a lot of yoga, pilates, barre, and girly protein shakes (I've come up with a killer recipe using the kale from my garden!). I'm reading a lot of books—heady and chick-litty—and putting them in Little Libraries all around town.

I'm a little stressed, but it's a different kind, and I've found that taking care of myself within my new little routine has helped lessen it.

And more often than ever before, I get pretty blissed out within it. I lead with gratitude. When I'm searching for things to take deeper breaths at home, I casually stalk the New In Beauty! section of Nordstrom.com. I was really excited to see some Blackbird products in the new POP-IN. I loved their store in Fremont and sniff their super-masculine products pretty hard when I'm near them in cute boutiques around the city.

Here are six things I've recently added to my Wish List that I may snap up one by one...in the meantime, please don't hesitate to email me about anything wellness-related, whether you're curious about what I'm doing for my body or would like to share how you're treating yours: whitneytbnd@gmail.com.


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