It’s been a busy week, full of hosting friends visiting from out of town. The good thing — in addition to catching up with people we love and don’t get to see regularly — is that visitors encourage us to visit some of our favorite parts of the city.
I realize it’s a bit ironic that I, the girl who has worked out so pathetically little in the last two years (with the exception of that trapeze class), would refer you to a workout class. But you know what? When you find something good, you share it with your friends.
When a friend and fellow blogger, CeCe, invited me to participate in an aqua spin class last week, I jumped at the chance. Spin classes are not exactly my thing, but if we’re talking about adding a pool into the mix, this was definitely something I wanted to try.
I had to take a quick selfie on my way into the subway, but this is 34!
On Friday, I turned 34 and kept it pretty low-key to celebrate the day. I slept in a little, went to brunch with Jordan at Sarabeth’s (lemon ricotta pancakes, oh my!), was forced to spend some money on myself, and, per my request, had a delicious fried chicken dinner with our family — all prepared by Jordan.
Hey hey hey – not only is it Friday, but it’s also my birthday! I’m feeling incredibly grateful to be celebrating another year — with a loving family, with my health, and with a hope that has withstood the ups and downs of life. Before I get into enjoying the day with family, here is this week’s little round up of things worth sharing.
One of the nicest parts about our apartment in NYC is that we have a designated office space. True to pre-war building fashion, it’s a small space, about 9′ x 9′, but ever since we moved in, I’ve seen it as the perfect little place for Jordan to write sermons and for me to work or write or take care of whatever random thing needs handling.
The only problem is, since we moved into our apartment, nearly two years ago, the office has struggled to be the awesome, haven for productivity that it was destined to be. It’s been that house project hanging over my head. Perhaps you know how this feels because you have a similar project or two (or five) yourself. It’s that project you swore you’d get to months and months ago, yet somehow life got in the way, and there never seemed to be enough time to really finish it. In my case, I’ve spent much of the last year and a half closing the door to the office and wishing the mess inside would go away.