lately.

Listening . . . to Boys and Girls by the Alabama Shakes, Into the Glorious by Christy Nockels, and Heart by Audrey Assad.

Watching . . . Grey's Anatomy reruns, a little bit of Mad Men, The Wonder Years (every episode makes me cry in the best kind of way), and The Killing. I'm also desperately ready for Leslie Knope and the Parks and Rec gang to return to my TV screen.

Reading . . . Bloom by Kelle Hampton, still working my way through An Altar in the World, and The Dance of the Dissident Daughter. April has been a "read the parts of several books, but don't complete any single one" kind of month. 

Eating . . . as heathily as possible. Lots of fruits and vegetables and fish and granola. Recipes from our latest two meals are here and here.

Drinking . . . green smoothies and lots of water. I finally figured out that making our green smoothies the night before is the best option for our schedule. It's so much easier!

Wearing . . . my pink maxi skirt from the Gap and a couple of great new pairs of shoes (summer sandals and a nude pair of ballet flats). 

Feeling . . . meh. My face has broken out like crazy in the past month (hence all the healthy eating going on around here), and if I'm being honest, it's messed with my self-esteem pretty badly these past few days. I'm trying to take better care of myself, to continue boundary-setting and resting when my body says rest. I've got room for improvement, but I'm trying. I guess that's the important thing.

Wanting . . . to go on vacation. It's long overdue. In the meantime, Jordan and I are thinking about moving this summer. Our townhome all of a sudden feels very small, and I'm aching to rest my barefeet in the grass of a backyard instead of the pavement where we park our cars. I'm getting antsy and a little bit restless for a new project, and I'm ready to have an excuse to spend more time at home. I feel like decorating and cleaning a new place would fit the bill.   

Needing . . . to clean the house we currently live in. We're not moving for at least two or three months, so avoiding laundry and basic chores seems potentially problematic.

Thinking . . . about how far I've come this year and how far I still have to go, about faith and spiritual practices, rental homes and fun colors, little vacations and rest and reprieve.

Enjoying . . . my lunch breaks at home, Tuesday afternoons in my new favorite outdoor spot, Saturday drives in the car with Jordan and the windows rolled down, pretend house-hunting, and daydreaming about our future.