We all know, of course, that January 1 is a somewhat subjective marker in life timelines. But this year, I needed a marker.

The end of December felt like the last few miles driving on a nondescript interstate before you reach your exit. I was ready for a fresh stretch of road. And sure, Monday morning didn’t look any different than Sunday night. But it felt different. 2018 is still new and full of possibility. There are no uncomfortable conversations yet in 2018. No late nights—or early mornings—worrying. No tears yet.

On New Year’s Eve we went around the table, sharing our resolutions. Undoubtably fueled by my cold glass of champagne, I announced that I’m going to read 52 books, run a marathon, and write another book.

I love this part of the new year—really believing all of this is possible.

I’ve been reading a lot of a self-help-ish kind of books and articles lately, and one thing has stuck out as being mentioned in almost all of them: Our thoughts are often self-fulfilling prophecies. In other words, if I believe that 2018 is a year of opportunity, a year for growth and learning, a year that will bring happiness and joy, a year for which I should be grateful and excited, a year in which I’ll read 52 books, run a marathon, and write another book, then there’s a good chance that’s exactly what 2018 will be.

So, that’s what I believe. I believe this will be my favorite year yet.


So far my holiday gifts include gift certificates to a wine store, a cheese store, and Chick-Fil-A. Seems like a very merry Christmas indeed. It’s cool if I strictly wear elastic waistband pants for all of 2018, right?

Resolution-worthy Reading

A few months ago I hit a bit of a slump. Or maybe I hit a bump? Or fell into a slump? I don’t really know the right metaphor. Basically, I just felt a little purposeless. So, I started digging around for some reading that might inspire me to feel otherwise.

Whether you’re looking for something to get you motivated for upcoming New Year’s resolutions or you’ve just run out of good Netflix shows (seriously, why aren’t there more episodes of The Crown?) during this hibernation season, I’ve got six books for you.
I’ve listed them in order of best to worst. But my opinion is, well, just that.
Born to Run
Born to Run
If you have even a passing interest in running, this book is for you. It’s story after story of some of the most challenging runs on earth and the greatest runners alive. It culminates with a run that takes place in remote mountains of Mexico. The writing is great. The topics are fascinating. I’m seriously already thinking about re-reading it.
You are a Badass
You are a Badass
Honestly, I judged this book by its cover and I thought its cover was kind of stupid. But then I saw one of my favorite Instagram influencers post about it being life changing so I read it. (Speaking of stupid.) I really loved it. Yes, it can get a little cliche self-help-y. But it’s honest and funny and it makes you want to change your life for the better.
Eat and Run
Eat & Run
Ok, this one may be for those who are a bit more fanatical about running. Or eating. Or both. Scott Jurek is one of the greatest runners alive. He’s also a vegan. This book is filled with stories of his runs and his recipes. It briefly made me consider becoming a vegan. (It’s hard to explain how brief this was. Like, I was reading it one afternoon at my parents’ house, announced I was becoming vegan, they announced we were having Chick-Fil-A for dinner, and I changed my mind.) But the point is that it will make you think about that stuff. (Like, sometimes now I eat slightly less cheese.)
Living With A Seal
Living With A Seal
This book is an insane story of a guy who hired a SEAL to live with him and train him for a month. It was the first of these books that I read and I really enjoyed it. I would absolutely never do half the stuff they do. But he makes a point repeatedly that most of the time when we think we’re pushing our body to the limit, we’re really at 40 percent. I now think about that when I’m working out/walking three feet.
Tools of Titans
Tools of Titans
Tim Ferriss is the guy who wrote The 4-Hour Workweek. I loved that book. My boss did not love how much I loved that book. This book is basically Ferriss’ notes from interviews with people who have done very cool things—billionaires, icons, and world-class performers. It’s a massive book. But it’s not really designed to be read straight through. It’s great for those of us with short attention spans who like to just learn random facts about impressive people.
My feelings on this book are really mixed. It kept my attention the whole way through and it’s a really interesting sociological study as far as the treatment of obese people in today’s society. But it’s not necessarily a book that inspires or teaches you. And when I finished it, I went to look up the author to see what she’s doing. She’s gained back all the weight. And she’s unhappy. It bummed me out a lot. So, unless you’re super into dramatic weight loss stories, I’m not sure I’d bother with this one.
Have any game-changing inspirational books you want to share? Tell me. I just ordered How To Think Like Leonardo Da Vinci because my boss has mentioned it like six times around me. And because thinking like a genius seems cool.


This weekend includes Christmas parties, festive brunches, last-minute shopping, holiday baking, and a partridge in a pear tree. I’m mostly excited to drink egg nog and wear my new “Dachshund Through The Snow” shirt. (It’s worth noting that literally none of these things have anything to do with the actual meaning of Christmas. Which really leads me to think that it should just be socially acceptable to drink egg nog and wear that shirt year-round. )


Random Musings

Try Harder, Hackers

The other day I got a message via Pinterest (Strike One. No one should message on Pinterest. It’s not 2011.) from someone named Jessica asking if I’d loan her money to replace her lost headphones (Strike Two. That’s ridiculous. I wouldn’t loan my grandma money to replace lost headphones.). Then she asked if I’d provide said loan via Bitcoin (Strike Three. I’m not a kidnapper or financier. I don’t know how to use Bitcoin.)

You know, Jessica, your hacker forefathers sent me emails that looked like they came from friends asking me to wire money because they’d lost their wallet overseas. Don’t disgrace their creative [and almost definitely Turkish] names with this millennial-esque “send me Bitcoin to buy new headphones” thing.

What’s In A Name?

The other day I was texting with three different people whose first name is Katie. At any given moment, there was about a 70% chance I was going to text the wrong one the wrong thing. Later that night I went to a class in which three of us were named Sarah and three were named Katie. This is basically a perfect reflection of my life.

Do you ever think about what name you wish your parents had given you? When I was a kid, my “play name” was always Montana. I don’t know why. I guess because Wisconsin and Utah don’t exactly roll off the tongue.

Currently, I think I’d make a really good Chloe. But I’m assuming it’s probably too late for this change. So, we’re sticking with Sarah for now.

Senior Citizen Life Hack 

Last spring I caught the flu. I don’t know what it was about that particular bout of illness, but it made me want to change my entire self-care at bedtime routine. I now put myself to bed like I’m a 95-year-old—and it’s the greatest thing ever.

I have a humidifier with rosemary mint aromatherapy. I have a heating pad. And hot tea designed to promote restful sleep. And a bedtime meditation podcast. It’s out of control. But my newest discovery is that while I’m getting ready for bed I can wrap my therapeutic aloe socks in my heating pad. Then, when it comes time to put them on they’re all toasty warm on my toes.

Living the dream, people. Living the dream.