Today I’m linking up with Emily to share what I learned in January.


Harry Potter Chocolate Frogs are nearly impossible to eat.

Please don’t stone me to death, but I’m not really a big chocolate fan. Sure, I like it, but it’s never something I crave. I’d rather have a bag of Sour Patch Kids or off-brand gummy bears any old day. But when in Rome, you do as the Romans do, and we went to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, so we had to have a chocolate frog. And you know how chocolate Easter bunnies are hollow? Not so with these frogs. Just solid blocks of chocolate. It took Chris and I three whole nights to finish one.

I need to better control my temper when I’m frustrated or tired.

Airports and amusement park crowds make me really anxious. And when I get anxious, I tend to snap at people — especially people I love. So, I either need to work on that, or never leave the house again.

Puff pastry waffles, cinnamon roll waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon, and pineapple juice mimosas in beer snob glasses. Good morning, 2016.

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Pint-sized pineapple mimosas make for terrible headaches.

Honestly, this is something I knew in my heart. I’m an old school champagne-hating sort of girl because of the headaches. But, there are occasions that call for it. Chris and I made a pretty spectacular brunch on New Year’s Day, which is why I’m able to tell you this beyond a shadow of a doubt.

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My poker face definitely needs work.

Before the semester began, we had a five-hour meeting. By hour three, I was no longer able to participate. I have a set amount of time I can sit down every day, and that meeting far exceeded it. But I didn’t do a good job of not showing my frustration about the length of the meeting to coworkers. Several of them asked me if I was okay. And it’s not like I was crying or having a melt down, but I probably looked a little like a zombie. So, for that reason, I’m going to focus on not being a zombie in the coming meetings.

Poolside yoga.

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Yoga never leaves you.

I take yoga classes at the university gym, so I’m at the mercy of their schedule. I was unable to attend the classes offered during dead and finals week last semester, and then the gym was closed for Christmas. And I wasn’t able to get back to classes the first week of this semester because the first week of every semester is like trying to swallow an elephant whole because your to do list feels impossible. So I finally started back this week, and even though I’m incredibly sore, I feel like I’ve just gotten right back into the swing of things. It feels good.

The journaling habit feels better than I ever thought it would.

I have journaled every day in January, except for the days I was on vacation. I usually do it in the mornings, but on the days I haven’t had time in the morning I’ve made it up in the evenings. I feel like it allows me get all the thoughts out of my head and onto paper where I’m able to parse them. The small, leather journal I bought at the Medieval Fair last year has basically become my therapist.

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