On writer's block.


For the tenth time this month, I sit at my desk and stare at the blank space on the computer screen—my hands in position on the keyboard, potential energy coursing through my fingers. And for the tenth time this month, I let my mind wander. I sit back, take a sip of my turmeric latte (because coffee is apparently no good for my fragile hormones), and I think.

There's a lot going through my head these days—both exciting and overwhelming—but the trouble is focusing on just one thing that keeps me interested long enough to write about it. 

Buying a house?
Looking for employment?

Those are the big things happening around these parts, and yet I have no desire to write about them. They are too adult for me, not nearly as captivating as falling in love for the first time, learning to quiet my 23-year-old angst, or having life-changing revelations in Rome. Perhaps a sign that everything's running too smoothly? (I'll take it.)

So instead, I read. I lose myself in murder mysteries and Darling Magazine, quirky cookbooks, news articles, and my favorite lifestyle blogs. Self-help books on tidying, novels with strong heroines, and the occasional short story fill my quiet evenings and afternoon walks. And life becomes simple again. Sweet. Slow.

When my writing muscle is weak, I return to my true love of reading—and am quickly reminded of why I began writing in the first place. The magic is in the words and the way they make people feel. It's in the stories told from personal experience, the adjectives used to describe a homemade pastry or a broken heart, the em dashes and parenthesis added for emphasis, and the unique voice infused into each line. Inspiring, genuine, and imperfect.

It's this reminder that makes me return to my desk once again, even if I think I have nothing of substance to say, and simply write what comes to me—good or bad, interesting or not—in hopes that my words will flow like magic.

Rewind: 2016.


1. What did you do in 2016 that you’d never done before? 

I attended a weeklong mission trip outside of the country, quit my day job to pursue my dream of becoming a professional blogger (and quickly realized I liked blogging better as a hobby), and wore the title of Matron of Honor in my best friend's winter wedding.

A few other firsts: Eating a warm Krispy Kreme donut right off the conveyor belt, and sending a lit paper lantern up into the sky with thousands of others at the Lights Festival in Baytown.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I can't remember making any resolutions last year, which probably means I didn't keep them. For 2017, my main resolution is to focus on what's important to me. Sounds easy enough, but half the battle is figuring out exactly what that is.

I'd also like to cook more, and take more photos. I used to be so good about carrying my camera everywhere! Now I barely touch it. This needs to change. (I considered doing a Photo A Day Challenge, but... I feel like that's just setting myself up for photography fatigue.)

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? 

One of my closest friends from college did, but sadly (since we live about 3-4 hours apart) I have yet to meet her sweet bundle of joy. Most of my friends are still in the engaged/newly married tribe, so it probably will be a long while before babies show up.

4. Did anyone close to you die? 

No, and I'm so thankful for that.

5. What countries did you visit?

Beautiful Haiti.

6. What would you like to have in 2017 that you lacked in 2016?

A solid routine would be nice, and a job that I enjoy. I felt like I was just kind of floating along for most of 2016, and I think I'd quite like to find myself a bit more settled by the end of this year. However, with the recent move to Plano—and the ongoing house hunt—it might be a few months before the settling in can happen.

7. What dates from 2016 will remain etched upon your memory?

January 2, the day my best friend got married. March 18, the day I put in my two weeks at my semi-new job and almost suffered a heart attack because of it. July 15-23, the week Scott and I took our families to Lake Tahoe. August 11-17, the week I spent with the coolest kids in Haiti. October 19, the day we found out we'd be moving to Plano. December 18, the day my other best friend got married.

8. What was your biggest failure?

There were so many days in 2016 that I felt like I was failing at something, whether it was managing my time wisely, being a good wife/daughter/friend, working hard enough on Her Story Goes, reaching my health goals, making enough (or any) money... Honestly, it was kind of a cluster of a year. One where I took big risks, made life-changing decisions, learned A LOT about myself, and constantly worried about where I was going to end up. All that said, I made it out alive and well—albeit a bit all over the place—and I'm thankful for the year I had. Everything happened like it needed to, I'm convinced, and yet I'm looking forward to starting over with a clean slate in 2017.

But while we're on the subject of failure, I failed pretty hard at the Whole30—not once but twice.

9. Did you suffer illness or injury?

I caught myself a gnarly cold the week I returned from Haiti, but that's the only memorable bout of sickness I had this year. #blessed

10. What was the best thing you bought?

My Olympus OM-D E-M10 (that I've sadly abandoned recently), this FloLiving course on natural hormone-correcting (Alisa Vitti is BRILLIANT), and my new Nourished Planner (that I bought in the final days of December and has already made me feel so much more productive).

11. Whose behavior merited celebration?

Pope Francis—for his love, compassion, and humility.

12. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

Donald Trump's. Need I elaborate?

13. Where did most of your money go?

Rent. Ugh. But no more!

14. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Traveling (as always). My best friends' weddings.  Starting a lifestyle blog with my best friend. Moving to Dallas with a fresh start.

15. Did you make any new friendships?

A few, like my lovely coworkers at Mad Meg Creative Services and the girls in Marissa's bridal party. But for the most part, I strengthened the relationships I already had. Which is just as fun.

16. Did you go on vacation?

Yes! My family traveled to Panama City Beach in April, where we did shots with the Brothers Osborne in their tour bus(!)... and then off we went to Lake Tahoe with both of our families in July.

We also visited a dear friend in Charlotte, home of the world's best bagels and the prettiest fall-colored leaves.

17. What do you wish you had done more or less of?

I wish I would have volunteered more and worried less.

18. How did you spend the holidays?

We spent Thanksgiving in Plano with Scott's family, Christmas in Rayne with my crazy family, and New Year's Eve in Dallas with old friends. Scott dressed up as Buddy the Elf for my parents' Christmas party, and I fell in love with him all over again. It was one of the best holiday seasons I've had in years!

19.  What new food did you discover?

Acai bowls! The beginning of 2016 saw me addicted to superfood smoothies topped with granola and shredded coconut. (Forget Smoothie King, I'm talking $10 cardboard cups of blended bliss from hippie-esque places like this.)

Oh, and Houston's Biskit Junkie. The place where arteries happily go to die.

20. What was your favorite TV program?

Felicity. Followed by Pretty Little Liars and This Is Us. I'm all about the feels, obvs.

21.  What was one of your favorite experiences of the year?

I know I keep bringing this up, but the mission trip in Haiti has got to be at the top of my list for 2016. It kind of saved me, in more ways than one, and I'm incredibly grateful that I had the chance to be a part of something so eye-opening.

On top of that, getting to experience the first year of marriage with my best friend was an amazing thing. I'll never forget our coffee-inspired (for me, at least) Saturday morning walks through the city coupled with marathon-long discussions about our goals, fears, passions, and dreams for the future. Those were the moments that held me together in 2016.

22. What was the best book you read?

It's a tie between The Book of Lost and Found by Lucy Foley and Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty.

23. What was your greatest musical or artist discovery?

Uh, I'm still rocking out to Taylor Swift over here...

24. What did you want and get?

Guidance and clarity regarding Scott's career. We prayed long and hard for a push in the right direction, and we breathed a sigh of relief (and thanks) when he was hired on at NTT Data in October.

25. What did you want and not get?

A house that we put an offer on a few weeks ago. It just wasn't the right one!

26. What was your favorite film of this year?

Collateral Beauty or The Intern (which technically came out in 2015, but I saw it this year).

27. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I turned 25 in October, during a weekend trip to Louisiana to celebrate my cousin's nuptials. Naturally, there was lots of food, family, and fun. And even though we couldn't get Hocus Pocus to play on my parents' DVD player for my annual viewing party, we still had a good time.

28. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

Having it all figured out, maybe. But then again, knowing everything would probably take the fun out of life.

29. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2016?

Comfy chic? Keeping it real with yoga pants and high ponytails.

30. What kept you sane?

Wine nights and good conversation with the besties.

31. What political issue stirred you the most?

The U.S. presidential campaign/election stirred everyone, I think. The division and animosity between friends and families in the aftermath of it all has been the hardest part for me.

32. Who did you miss?

My Oxford buddies, who I will finally be reunited with next month!

33. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2016.

The grass isn't always greener on the other side. Your life is what you make it, good or bad, and no one's life—no matter how sparkly it may appear—is perfect.

Happy 2017, friends!

// survey via Jolie from Becoming Jolie //

The Blasiks take Dallas.


Have I mentioned that Scott and I are moving to Dallas?! Well, actually, we've already moved here. Sort of.

Scott has been looking for tech jobs since early this year, and the office that he landed a position with just happens to be located in Plano! Which is pretty convenient, considering both of my best friends and Scott's family live nearby. In fact, his parents have been so gracious to open up their home to us for the holiday season while we look for our very own house. (Seriously, they're the greatest.)

So that's where we are right now—chillin' in Plano with the 'rents-in-law. I'll be back in Houston soon for a few weeks before Christmas to tie up some loose ends, but by January, we'll officially be Dallas-area residents. Say whaaat.

As smooth as this move has gone so far (thanks in large part to our amazing families), I'd be lying if I said I wasn't antsy to get settled. It's kind of tough not having a space to call your own, especially around the holidays, when all you want to be doing is decorating and cooking and nesting. But saving money is also pretty nice, and we couldn't be luckier to have a family who insists on helping out in that department.

Here's to our new chapter in Dallas! I'm excited to call you my new home.

A stroll through Charlotte.


Scott and I flew up to Charlotte, North Carolina on Thursday for a mini vacay to see our very good friend, Elizabeth. Neither of us had ever been to NC before, and I was thrilled that our first time to visit was smack-dab in the middle of fall. Look at those crimson leaves!

Lizzy and Sheldon were the most gracious hosts, treating us to several mind-blowing meals from Charlotte's best restaurants, a tour of their insane Red Ventures office, the best beer Scott's ever tasted + a my first (homemade) Moscow Mule, a gorgeous hike through Crowders Mountain State Park, and a full weekend of great conversation. Lizzy and Scott go way back, and since she's someone we only get to see maybe twice a year (if we're lucky), catching up is always a blast. Especially over a café crème and chocolate eclair from Amélie's French Bakery.

The entire time we were there, the temperature didn't rise above 60 degrees—which meant lots of outdoor exploring for these elated Texans. The walk from Lizzy's apartment to downtown was only a mile or so, and all the while, we were amazed by how clean the city is. Seriously pristine! I told Scott on our last little stroll through the neighborhood that I could definitely see us living in Charlotte one day, if the opportunity ever presented itself. He didn't really say anything, but I'm pretty sure the pep in his step all weekend was a good sign he'd at least consider it. If only for Owen's Bagels. ;-)

October is here!


october is here!

And I thought it was about time for another "Currently" post. (I reserve most of my creative energy for my job and Her Story Goes these days, so...these momentary "updates" are all I've got left in me. Sorry 'bout it.)

Currently, I am...

Drinking: nothing right now, but earlier I indulged in my first (and probably last) Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season! It was absolutely delicious, but I'd be surprised if it didn't give me diabetes. #worthit

Loving: that it's finally fall and the temps actually sort of reflect it. (Today's low was 62 degrees! Huzzah!)

Reading: my dad's copy of Left Behind by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins. Why is it that I'm never reading anything good when I post these things? I grabbed the Christian apocalyptic novel from my parents house in Rayne a few weekends ago, minutes after I had (sadly) finished Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty. It was such a delightful novel, one of those that inspires more reading. This one, I could take or leave.

Stressing over: what to do for a living, now that I'm at a crossroads.

Thankful for: friends who listen to my messy, irrational, and all-over-the-place thoughts and feelings —without judgment or criticism—and just get it. To have someone (or a few someones) you trust enough to confidently confide in at any given moment is truly having it all.

Listening to: music coming from the computer in the bedroom, where Scott is designing away.

Learning: to care a little less about what others think of me—because honestly, ain't nobody got time for that.

And a little bonus fun fact: The girl in the photo above is my best friend, Marissa, and she is visiting from Dallas this weekend. She's probably the coolest person I know, and that smile of hers gets me every time.

One year married.


Scott and I have been married a whole year! That's four seasons, 12 months, and 365 days as husband and wife. Hashtag crazy.

It's unbelievable to me that our wedding was that long ago, because it honestly feels like yesterday that we made the drive up to the hill country together to get hitched in front of our beloved friends and family. But on the other hand, it seems like forever has passed since I've used the term "fiancé" or "boyfriend." Time is a very, very strange thing.

In brief, our first year as a married couple has been full of traveling, soul-searching, family bonding, and learning to trust in God's plan for us. But most of all, we've been reveling in the little joys of married life, and in making a home for ourselves in Houston. This picture from Scott's Instagram pretty much sums up what we're all about these days:

Staying in, cuddling on the couch, and watching back-to-back Game of Thrones episodes. It may not look like much, but it's nights like these that I thank God I found someone who loves the simple things as much as I do.

Here's to many more years of love, adventure, laughter, simplicity, forgiveness, and nights spent cuddling. To making the most of each day, whatever our future may hold.//P.S. In case you missed it, you can view our wedding highlight video here.

Overcoming fears in Haiti.


What if I lose my passport? 

What if I wake up next to a tarantula one morning? 

What if I come home with Zika? 

What if the language barrier makes it impossible to communicate? 

Going on a mission trip to Haiti sounded like a great idea back in May, when my brother casually mentioned that his friend’s organization had an open spot.

“Um, count me in,” was my initial response, knowing full well I could never pass up any opportunity to travel. And, bonus, this one included playing with kids. “Where do I sign up?”

Fast forward three months. I’m over-packed (as usual) and ready to go, waiting at the airport for my brother and his best friend to arrive so we can hop on our first flight to Miami. The flight’s delayed a few hours, so I settle in with some snacks, thankful I remembered to bring an extra book. Once on the plane, an hour or so after takeoff, the friendly flight attendant brings us each two adult beverages—free of charge—to make up for the delay. We share a laugh, toast our drinks, and relax into our seats. So far, so good.

When we do finally land in Florida and meet up with the rest of the crew at the hotel, it’s 11:00 PM and I’m ready for bed. I meet my assigned roommates (two awesome ladies with whom I quickly hit it off), shower, and set my alarm for 5:00 AM the next morning. Once my head hits the pillow, I’m sound asleep, dreaming of the adventures to come.

When I told my friends and family where I’d be traveling this summer, my news was met with similar reactions.

Oh, wow… Be extra careful. Never go anywhere by yourself. Wear bug spray. Don’t drink the water. Hide your belongings. Are you taking malaria pills? 

All valid concerns and good advice, no doubt. Driving through Port-au-Prince, I clung to these words of wisdom like a timid child clings to its mother, hoping they’d keep me safe. But it wasn’t until later that I realized there weren’t enough wise words in the world to prepare me for the experiences ahead.

From a distance, putting on a brave face is remarkably easy. Oh, I’ll be fine! The trip will be a blast. It’s only when you’re confronted by your fears—fears you didn’t even know you had—that you find out what you’re truly made of.

On our second night in La Vallée, in a one-on-one conversation with the trip counselor (and lifelong family friend), I opened up about how overwhelmed I was suddenly feeling. How I was having trouble falling asleep at night despite our long days. How all of these worst-case scenarios kept running through my brain. “The truth is, I’m scared of everything,” I joked half-heartedly. He sighed with relief, and the words that followed took me by complete surprise.

“I’m so glad I’m not alone.”

During my brief time in Haiti, I met the most incredible kids. A little boy named Bona stole my heart–and then my camera–with his cheesy smile and mischievous manner. Two sweet sisters, Asmede and Mika, became my closest companions on our walks through the town. Adson, quiet and kind, held my hand all the way down the slippery hill to Codeha so that I wouldn’t fall.

I’ve never seen people so happy, and with so little. From sunrise to sunset, a group of our Haitian buddies would play on the street outside of the hotel, waiting for us to join in the fun. They’d greet us with hugs, show us to our destination, teach us Creole phrases, and laugh at our American accents. They’d proudly lead us in prayer, kick our butts in soccer, run barefoot through the woods, ride on our backs and whisper “I love you” in our ears.

And somewhere along the line, amidst the carefree laughter and palpable joy that filled our endless days, their fearlessness became my own. Slowly, everything else—all of my petty worries and self-perpetuating fears—faded into the background and proved insignificant by comparison. The warning words circulating through my head began to loosen their grips on my psyche, one by one, until there was nothing left but love.

Driving home from the airport, after more than twelve exhausting hours of travel, I gave my parents the complete rundown of the week’s events. It was almost 11:00 PM in Houston, and yet I couldn’t stop talking. I wanted to tell the whole world about those kids, about how much they had touched me, and how much I already missed them. How I would go back in a heartbeat if it meant spending more time with each and every one of them.

When I signed up for the trip in May, I hoped that by the end, I could make some small difference. I wanted to bring happiness to at least one child’s week in any way that I could, to change one person’s life for the better. Little did I know that the kids would be the life-changers, and that the life altered forever would be mine.

Turns out, I didn’t lose my passport.

Or wake up face-to-face with a tarantula.

Or come home sick (with anything more than a cold).

But if I had, it would have been okay. Because at the end of the day, they understood me and I understood them. The connection was effortless, and the effects infinite.

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