Lately my morning routine has included sitting up in bed upon waking, and turning first to the right and then to the left, swiftly adjusting my back with a series of loud, popping noises. That can’t be healthy, right? At any rate, surely my former chiropractor would not approve of my “self adjustments.” Needless to say, a massage is at the very top of my Christmas wish list.

Stirring My Coffee

A cup of coffee was more than a simple desire this morning: It was an absolute necessity, thanks in part to 10 hour work days all week and an incessantly barking dog somewhere in the near vicinity that woke me countless times during the night.

Fresh out of milk, I settled on an Americano instead of my typical latte. The espresso was caramely-sweet, and smooth. As the flavors spread across my palette, I marveled that I would ever obscure that delightful taste with milk – I don’t even like milk very much! However, I did permit myself the use of a bit of Splenda…which was the point when, I imagined, the Italians would raise their eyebrows with disdain at my caffeine habits.

Wishing I Was Far Away

Yarra River, Melbourne

In 2005, I spent six blissful summer weeks in Melbourne. I lived in Glen Waverley, and spent my time hanging out with students at Monash University. My weekends were filled with trips into the city, and I quickly felt at ease in Australia.

Today as I walked through Hollywood, memories of that adventure flashed through my head. I miss walking through the botanical gardens, drinking delicious coffee at numerous cafes, and exploring the city’s art and culture scene. Oh, how I wish I could pick up everything and run away to Oz! I miss the only place that’s ever felt like home.

Alone With You

In the past week, my attitude toward God has shifted. I can’t put a finger on exactly what’s happened, but I think I’ve let go of living for only my feelings. In the process, I’ve gained an actual desire to seek God out. I am more motivated to pray and spend time reading my Bible than I have been in years. An inexplicable peace has taken over my heart, and for the first time in a long time, I’m not worried about anything. Now, I pray to press on and continue to seek up.

You gave your body to the lonely
They took your clothes
You gave up a wife and a family
You gave your goals

To be alone with me
To be alone with me
To be alone with me
You went up on a tree

To be alone with me you went up on a tree
I’ll never know the man who loved me
-To Be Alone With You, Sufjan Stevens

Take Court

Tennis played a major part of my life in high school. I spent my summers taking lessons and participating in clinics at a country club, and practiced my serve endlessly. Hitting backhands down the line and winning rallies with volleys brought out my competitive streak. I was captain of the team my senior year, and though I no longer often have the opportunity to play, I’d ultimately love to get out on the court again.

I’ve turned on the U.S. Open nearly every evening this week. It was a thrill to watch Andy Roddick (also known as A-Rod/former love of my life) win last night’s match with an ace, and I caught a few amazing rallies between Venus and Serena Williams earlier tonight. The passion, intensity, and finesse of the players will never cease to amaze me or bring me joy.