Next weekend I’m heading to Italy to celebrate one of my best friend’s weddings! I haven’t been back since the trip that loosely inspired my next novel, Map of Us, and can’t wait to spend five days in Tuscany with the bride-to-be, Kelsey, and the rest of the wedding party. Last time I was in Europe, I traveled for four months with just a backpack. I spent days searching for the right pieces that wouldn’t wrinkle, could be dressed up or down, AND were cute. Many of the travel blogs I read . . .
Yesterday we celebrated my cousin John and his bride-to-be Mikaela with an engagement party in Newport Beach at Pelican Hill. It was a Breakfast at Tiffany's themed affair so guests were asked to wear little black dresses and Mikaela showed up looking gorgeous in a black floor length gown with a Tiffany blue ribbon belt. I always think to only wear black in the winter and come spring am much more excited for florals and colorful dresses, but was surprised by how many cute springtime LBDs I . . .
I am someone who has always dreamed big. I ask a lot out of life. And yet, when I really look at my life, my favorite moments are the simplest ones: Having an interesting conversation with someone that shifts my perspective a bit. Enjoying a cocktail with friends or family on the back patio. Reading a really good book. This recently landed me in a major conundrum. If my satisfaction is indeed coming from these simple moments, should I keep dreaming big? Or would I actually be happier focusing . . .