snowed in...

I am now going on my third consecutive snow day and am officially going crazy. I think some people are really good at doing nothing, and while I admit it is nice for a day (maybe two), I 'm ready to feel like I have a purpose again.

I've managed to fill my time these past couple of days doing small, productive tasks that I have been putting off for a while. I have done a lot of organizing...my room, my closet, the closet in the spare bedroom (ugh!), the pantry, the refrigerator. My dad is starting to wonder if I can possibly organize anything else. I assured him that with a credit card, a quick trip to the storage bin aisle at Target, and some caffeine, I could do a world of wonder on the entire house.

Another thing these snow days have allowed me time for is baking. While organizing the refrigerator I came across a bag of fresh cranberries, and I decided it would be the perfect excuse to make cranberry muffins. I found a recipe I had used before and tweaked it a little bit, replacing sugar with agave nectar, oil with plain Greek yogurt, and white flour with a wheat flour/quick oat mixture. I also added chopped pecans for an extra crunch. The result? Very yummy, relatively healthy Cranberry Pecan Muffins!

My photography skills aren't to a professional level yet, but hopefully this picture has your mouth watering! I heated up one of these this morning and enjoyed it with a cup of coffee while watching the morning talk shows. I guess I can't complain too much about the snow days...! 

new adventures!

When I was little, I listened to my mom sing...a lot. I always acted like I was soo embarrassed when her singing happened in public, but truth be known, I actually loved to hear her sing. I often asked her to sing to me after tucking me into bed. My song of choice was "Que Sera, Sera" by Doris Day. That may strike you as a strange request (how many seven-year-old girls do you hear requesting Doris Day songs?), but I really could not get enough of this ditty. Later in life I figured out why I loved this song so much...I thought it was about me! To the untrained ear, "sera" sounded exactly like "Sara". It was every girl's dream come true to have a song written and dedicated to them, right?! It broke my heart when my mom revealed to me that the song was not actually about me, and that the words "sera" and "Sara" were not the same. 

The song did pack a good message, though. "Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera." So often these days I find myself worrying about what will happen to me in the future. Where will I live? What will I do for a living? This could partly be because I am recent college graduate, but it is also due to the fact that my generation is trained to want to know what is going to happen next. The truth is, we can't predict the future. We can work really hard to get what we want, play all of our cards right, and hope for the best. I think there are some people in this world who would like to be able to see into the future, but I am not one of those people. Sure, there are times where I would like to know what tomorrow is going to bring, but how boring would your life be if you knew every single thing that was going to happen to you? 

This blog is my attempt at taking chances and letting the future happen. My dear friend Whitney has inspired me with her blog, and I have been wanting to start one for a long time. I may not be as inspirational as her (or as great of a writer), but maybe something I post will tickle your fancy! I don't really know what is in store for this blog, but I guess that is all part of letting the future happen! Thanks for reading...que sera, sera!