Sometimes I feel like I have to write on this thing to feel like there's a reason for having a blog. But a lot of days pass by, and I think to myself, "this was a good day, but does anyone care to hear about it?" and the answer is usually probably not. They're good days, great days, but nothing spectacular. For instance...

Yesterday:

Greg and I had a wonderfully relaxing day. We started it off by strolling up and down Hawthorne, checking out all the fun local shops. I bought a really cute black cardigan with roses and anchors lining the shoulders. Then we stopped by a little food shop called Pastaworks and picked up some fresh baked Focaccia, my favorite type of olives (Castelvetrano), and some other goodies to enjoy on a picnic. After the picnic, we drove back home and both took a nap together on the couch. About an hour and a half later, we were feeling refreshed and ready for a little more outdoor activity. We hopped onto our bikes and rode to our local butcher shop to pick up dinner. Greg pulled out the barbecue, I worked in the kitchen, and we made a fantastic dinner of steak with sauteed mushrooms, steamed asparagus and the rest of the focaccia from Pastaworks. Delightful? Yes. Blog-worthy? Not particularly.

Life is good. I am happy. I mean, really happy. I'm at a very peaceful place in my life, and I don't feel like I need to shout it from the rooftops. In the past, I would talk about how great life was because life wasn't great. Whether it was to talk about it aloud enough to convince myself, or to tell everyone about it to put on the facade of someone who has it all together, I wasn't truly happy. Who knows if I was fooling everyone else, but I know I was never fooling myself. It was like I was afraid to disappoint people for not having a good life. Silly, huh? Now, life is good (not perfect, of course) and I don't worry about how everyone else is perceiving my life. I don't need non-stop adventure, but this easy going attitude makes for lack-luster writing. Still, if I have to choose from a life of drama that'll fill up pages or this state of happiness, I'll take the latter, thank you.

Spring is here, and more activities are on their way. Greg and I want to go camping, kayaking, travelling and more. We're working on our house, and hope that we get some big changes done during the summer. It'll hopefully be something worth writing about, but for now, lazy days under the sun are good enough for me.