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Bikini Blues

September 10, 2015 by patty lauren 6 Comments

This week puts me at six weeks out from one of the biggest things I have ever set out to do. It may seem silly to some people, but I haven’t set such a lofty goal for myself since graduating college. If you see me staring off into space chances are I am not thinking about my love life, but I am thinking about prepping for my competition. Or, I am thinking about food. Working hard, keeping a strong mental game… it’s consumed my every day life. For now. It’s not permanent and I am very glad to start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and to resume a more normal life, but for now this is the most important thing I have going on.

I have had to make time to rest, I have had to say no to going out and doing things, I have had to sacrifice a lot… No one has asked me to do this, but I have chosen to do it. I am learning big lessons in self discipline and self control and I don’t think I ever would have learned them if I had not decided to enter this competition.

After a restful holiday weekend and getting back on track with getting good amounts of sleep, I want to hit on a few aspects I’ve been thinking about the past couple of weeks but honestly have been too tired to write about.

 

Food – (duh, of course this is gonna be first):

Some days I feel like Veruca Salt… “Cream buns and doughnuts and fruitcake with no nuts
So good you could go nuts…” Forget the golden goose and all that – just gimme all the sweets. I find myself perusing the aisles of my local shopping haunts just to lust after the packaged goods. I find myself thinking about what everything tastes like and the texture and the smell. I guess I am learning to appreciate my senses, right? I also have found myself wanting to eat things I never have before or didn’t think I would like, etc. I suppose it’s the whole “you can’t have this” so you want it philosophy.

In ways, it has gotten easier. But, in other ways it is getting extremely difficult. I am so close, but I have  deprived myself so long of certain things that I spend a lot of time thinking about eating anything and everything I can’t eat. It’s not really a good place to be – that’s why prep is temporary.

I have a few things that I am planning on enjoying… Part of my traveling posse is coming up the evening before I leave for Memphis to go grocery shopping with me for a few goodies. Right now I know the three things that are on my list:

Reeses

Brownie Batter Oreos

Pizza (remember, I’m having it shipped from Giordanos in Chicago. Yes, I am crazy.)

Oh, and a VENTI Starbucks. Immediately after the show is over. Gimme dat Sbux!

One of my friends going is also making me some type of decadent Reeses brownies so there’s that. I know I’m probably going to have a real bad tummy ache, so I am going to genuinely just try to have a few bites of each thing and not go crazy. I’ve read too many stories about post show rebound and I’m not wanting to experience that in any way.

I have learned so much and know enough that I am cautious but not worried about my eating habits post-show. I’m looking forward to setting new goals in the gym and eating to fuel my body.

The Whys:

Someone said to me recently, “Why a bikini competition? Do you really need to get in a bikini in front of a bunch of strangers to have them tell you you’re pretty? I can do that for you without you having to go to all that trouble.” WHUT. If anyone thinks I am doing this to be told I’m “pretty”, you really don’t know me and/or you really have no idea what a fitness competition entails.

First of all – I am a naturally very shy person. I’m an introvert (an INTJ for you Myers Briggs lovers) and it takes me awhile to come out of my shell with people. It takes a lot of time and me being comfortable. And, while I’m a lover of a good selfie and OOTD (outfit of the day) picture I don’t post a bunch of pictures of my body all over the internet, etc. That’s just not who I am. There’s nothing wrong with that, in my eyes, but I choose not to do that at this point.

This is not an ego stroke or a self esteem boost. I don’t know why anyone would put themselves through the literal hell, at times, of prep just to be told they’re pretty or they have a good body. Think about it. A normal competition prep is usually at least 12 weeks (I’ve been doing it longer), you are very restricted on food for the most part (carbs, anyone?), it’s expensive (suit, tan, shoes, jewelry, entry fees, membership fees, hotel, travel, gas, etc.), it’s isolating at times, you are in the gym at least 6 days a week and towards the end you are in there two or more times a day, and the hardest part… it’s a mental mind game. If you need to be told you’re pretty in a bikini, go throw one on and head down to your local bar. This is a fitness competition, not a who has the biggest … well, anyway.

I want to raise more awareness of what these competitions represent because I can understand what people think they are about… but it’s so much more than that. Even if I get up there and don’t place, I am getting up there to be judged on the work I have put in for hours. It’s a reflection of how strong I can be, how hard I have worked, how I have fallen down but gotten back up and tried again. I was very hurt when someone close to me told me they didn’t support me and believed what I was doing was not “Godly.” The Bible tells us our body is a temple – the Bible tells us not to be gluttons – Daniel fasted and ate only certain foods to draw closer to God. The Bible warns us against being drunkards, giving away our bodies, and defiling them. The Bible is full of examples of how important our physical bodies are to Christ. I have chosen to better my body that God gave me… it’s healthy, I have the ability to change it and to watch what I put inside of it – and far beyond the physical changes I have seen I have had so many more emotional and life changes because of this journey (more on that in another section).

This prep has taken everything out of me, twisted it around, put it back together, and is still hard every single day. I have learned so much about myself – I feel like I could do anything. I know I can do anything I set my mind to. I have seen too many good things and really had to learn to trust God so much in these past few weeks that I can’t imagine it not being a spiritual journey as well as a physical one.

I never set out on my fitness path to do a bikini competition. That was never a thought – I didn’t even know what they were! I set out to be a better me, to get my body fit and in shape, and to change my life. The competition was a by-product of that and gave me a huge goal to set for myself in so many areas. Once the competition is over, I will continue to set new goals and train. This is just a slice of the pie. PIE! Food… see, it always happens.

The Negatives:

It’s really been interesting that the amount of negative things have almost completely gone away from outside sources. I think people who doubted my intentions or doubted I would follow through have since realized differently and they have either fallen by the wayside or they are supporting me 100%. I feel extremely fortunate to have the support system I do, but more on that later.

Obviously, negatives are I am tired and hungry. I hit a wall about a week ago with my sleep and was told by a few key people in my life right now that I had to sleep or I was going to do myself more harm than good. So, getting my sleep has been top priority for me behind training and hitting my macro goals.

Washing dishes?! Yes, this is stupid but for real… I can only wash so many more Tupperware containers. I don’t have a dishwasher and my manicures are suffering.

Going to the gym more than once a day. I think it’ll be fine to go more than once every now and then, maybe, but once prep is over… once a day will be juuuuuuuust fine.

I know by following IIFYM I can really eat “anything” as long as it fits in my macro count, but I have gotten to the place where I’ve really tried to cut out the treats and just save my “fun” macros for peanut butter or a Lenny and Larry’s cookie or something like that. I’m apprehensive of fitting too many donuts or Starbucks in at this point. That works for some people, but for this being my first show and for having some of the binge eating episodes I have had, I just want to really try and keep things locked down until the end.

That being said – it’s been very difficult to go to fun social events or go out of town and watch other people eat cupcakes or ice cream or snack all day and have to constantly refrain or say no. It’s wearing on me. But, the end is near…

The Positives:

I saved this for last because it’s my favorite. No one can tell me God has not has His hand completely in my life the past several months. From the emotional and mental changes to the physical… I know I wouldn’t have been able to come this far without relying on my God.

One of the goals my therapist set for me this summer was to get out and meet more people and try to make more friends. This isn’t something I’ve really elaborated on, but I feel like this just shows how things can work together. I’ve always been someone who waited until someone wanted to be friends with me first. I’ve never sought out relationships of any kind. Of course I could get down into the whys of this but that’s not something I’m touching on today. The point is since that conversation with her I have made more new friendships or really started to get to know people I didn’t know that well before. I have had more support from people that I never would have thought would have supported me or even knew who I was than I could ever have imagined.

I get daily text messages of encouragement from so many people or I will see someone out in town and they will say just the smallest bit of encouragement to me… they have no idea how I cling to these jewels right now. Those things get me through. They give me strength. That’s why I am such a proponent now of telling people things when you want to – don’t think “Oh, they’ve heard that. Oh, someone else is telling them that.” NO. Tell them. Encourage them. You have no idea if your words are the very ones that gets someone to make a better decision, or to turn away from something harmful, or just get them through another day.  

People will come up to my and ask me about what I’ve been doing, ask me questions about the competition. It’s become easier for me to start to come out of that shell I had around myself and engage with those around me. Partly because I feel completely comfortable with myself now but also because I realize that not everyone is out to get me or sabotage me and friendships and learning and growing through other people is a really wonderful, God given thing.

There are a couple of women in my life I have met recently that have become rocks in this journey and I know we will continue to develop friendships after October, but their advice and walking along beside me is sometimes the only thing that gets me through a day.

I have met so many awesome people and learned from them… They inspire me. The people I have met in the fitness industry and those who are heavily into this lifestyle are some of the nicest, most genuine, and kind people I have ever met in my life. I would have thought the opposite before I got into all of this, but I have found no jealousy, no competitive comments, no judgments… only lifting up, encouragement, help, advice, and complete acceptance.

People who were my friends but have since disappeared out of my life or laughed off my goals or admitted they feel I am competition to them… those are sad moments for me, but I realize those chapters are over. Some I have had to close myself and it’s not something the old Patty Lauren would have done. It would have killed me to shut doors completely, but I can do it now because I am strong and I am learning a little bit more what is and isn’t beneficial to my future.

People who I didn’t think would support me or maybe I have had bumpy moments with have stepped up, told me how proud they are of me, been incredibly supportive, genuinely interesting in what is going on… It just goes to show you really cannot judge how someone is going to react. Sometimes the very people we think will abandon us are the ones who give us those pep talks and bits of encouragement that we need.

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Entering the home stretch… hard days are every day as I face temptations and challenges and try to keep focused, but no matter what… everything I have gained outweighs every sacrifice. Caitlin, my trainer, always tell me: “Finish strong!!” She’s full of good quotes but that is one of my favorites and one I have to keep reminding myself of.

Regardless of what came before or of what has yet to come, what matters most is how you choose to respond to the challenge in front of you. Will you lie down or will you fight? The choice is yours. Choose to Finish Strong! -Dan Green

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The Sand Chronicles Part 2: The Beginning of Something Beautiful

April 14, 2015 by patty lauren 1 Comment

(Shoutout of thanks to all of those people who text me all of the grammatical and spelling errors I make. ha!)

It’s 8am. I’m on the balcony of the resort, listening to the ocean, watching the waves, drinking coffee and eating oatmeal, and writing. I am now officially sorry to anyone who I have scoffed at in public or private when they talk about how awesome the beach is. Now I know what you are talking about and it is wonderful. Remember way back when I packed up GK and took off to Little St. Simons Island in December? That was my first time to have an actual beach trip. But, of course, it was in December so it wasn’t exactly bikini and bellini weather.

It has seemed like I was the only person who hadn’t been to the beach in the summer. Seriously. And, I’m 30. And, live in the South. Something is wrong with this picture. Naturally, I blame my parents. Joking. But, seriously – why did we never go to the beach?! I knew plenty of kids growing up who went to the beach every summer but not me. Oh, no. I was too busy going to things like basketball camp (you don’t even want to know) and hoeing our summer garden. Because what kid doesn’t want to pick giant zucchini and have their mother spray them down with a hose to imitate a summer full of sunshine and water while they’re running around in a tank top and too-high shorts? It’s the best we could do. One day I’ll share some unfortunate pictures of this said summer.

All that to say – if I ever have my own family, we ARE going to the beach.

Back to the beach. So, if you read TSC Part 1 you know all about how our fun little adventure started. We finally made it to bed sometime after 3am, but I was bound and determined to be up for the sunrise. I think E was planning on snoozing longer since we just had the longest and most adventurous day ever but she did say, “I’ll go with you. Just wake me up.” You betcha I’m going to wake you up! I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve. I could barely sleep, I kept checking my alarm to make sure it was on so I wouldn’t miss this natural and daily occurence that just seemed more magical when you’re standing on the shoreline with sand squishing between your freshly polished toes (or not, for you guys).

Naturally, as any 30 year old woman who is really a kid inside would be, I was up before my alarm and throwing on clothes. I grabbed my camera and we headed down to the sand. This must be the feeling women get when they get proposed to – that feeling of never knowing if this day would ever come and now that it’s here you’re one big bundle of nerves and emotions and it’s a little overwhelming. Of course, I could be totally wrong but I imagine that’s the way it is.

The sun hadn’t begun to peek out from behind the clouds but thin, sharp streams of bright pink etched the sky. The blue hue melted in with the billowing clouds and encircled shades of orange and pale yellow. The sun was coming. It was a new day. There were seagulls and jellyfish. Moms and Dads. Kids and dogs. Husbands and wives. People alone. People together. For me, every sunrise and sunset is beautiful so I won’t say this was the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen but it was one of the most special. I am in such holy reverence of our world and our Creator. I’ve already said the feeling of being tiny and insignificant was humbling. And, truthfully, we could all use a little more humbleness. I know I sure can.

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We practiced some yoga poses (kudos to the fit beach babes who make it seem super easy!) E’s go-to was The Tree pose while I sunk down into a warrior pose. Ah, stretches.

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We walked and walked and I think I could have walked forever. We headed back to the villa and I got my little writing area together. The kitchen is fully stocked with everything you would need so I brewed a fresh cup of coffee and make myself some breakfast. I could get used to this.

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I do want to include some information about our wonderful resort and how I found it! I’m a big fan of HomeAway. I’ve used it several times and always had a good experience. Our villa is at the Hilton Head Beach & Tennis Resort. Amy, the owner I rented from, has been so wonderful to us and I would highly recommend checking out her listing if you think about visiting the area!

This is opening weekend at Hilton Head… it’s officially the beach season. Which means the poolside restaurant is open, the pool is calling my name, and the sand and I need to become a little more familiar…

Until next time… xoxo, patty lauren

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The Sand Chronicles Part 1: Once Upon a Time…

April 13, 2015 by patty lauren 4 Comments

Once upon a time there was a girl named Patty Lauren who had never been to the beach in the summer. She took herself one year after Christmas, but she was waiting for the day she could slip on a bikini and run into the Atlantic under a bright, warm sunshine. This girl was lucky enough to have a day off work for Easter Break and on a whim asked her adventurous friend E if she wanted to go to the beach for the weekend. So the two girls made plans and schemed activities for several weeks until the day came. Beach Day!

These two girls work very hard, but on this particular Thursday they were very antsy at work and seemed to have a difficult time concentrating. They chugged coffee and cracked jokes. They announced hours ticking down to 5pm. They (or maybe just one of them) hopped around their office in sweet anticipation of the closing bell to change clothes and vamoose.

Five o’ clock came and with it a heavy sprinkling of early summer rain. This was not exactly how they had hoped their beach weekend would start out, especially since they had planned on hauling their bikes on the back of their rental car for the 6 hour drive. But, it was BEACH DAY and this day no matter what happened would only be considered as “adventurous”. There would be no disasters for these girls.

Their first adventure started when they went to pick up their rental car. A Ford Focus was what they were going to be given (or something like it) – however, the only FF they had was a hatchback. Which would have been fine if they didn’t have their bikes. The bike rack. Yep. No go. What should have been a 10 minute quick pick up turned into almost an hour of frustr- sorry, adventure.

“We can give you a Volkswagon Beetle,” said the desk attendant.
“Oooh, let’s get the Beetle!!!” Patty Lauren exclaimed and clapped her hands together. “I can see us now cruising down the beach in our cute little car…”
“There’s no place for the bike rack, Patty!” E said, laughing.
“Forget the bikes – ditch ’em. We can rent bikes. Let’s get the Beetle.”

Clearly someone was having dreams of grandeur. After agreeing on a mid-size, more practical vehicle the girls were given a Volkswagon Jetta. A red one! Yeah, buddy. This was the next best thing. Although that red Mustang convertible across the lot called out to the them in sweet hushed tones. Alas, the Jetta would have to do.

 

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Our sporty little car

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How many females does it take to figure out a car is keyless entry? You guessed it – two. Here in this story we have two smart, well educated, raised in good families, and gainfully employed women who CANNOT FIGURE OUT HOW TO PUT A KEY IN A CAR. Let me tell you – no amount of jabbing a key into a non existent hole is going to start a car. Thankfully, it was soon discovered to have a Start/Stop button. In this party’s defense, the car didn’t seem that new. Our heroines only thought keyless entry was for newer more sporty vehicles. This would be the only time during their first day’s excursion that duct tape would not enter the picture.

 

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The Queen of Bungee Cords and Duct Tape

Once their sporty-non-sporty vehicle was packed with everything two ladies would need for a weekend at the beach… oh, wait. Speaking of packing everything two ladies would need…

“I brought candles!”
“This is not a romantic getaway…”
“Who knows! It could be…”
-crickets-

Anyway, back to the story. The girls were off… Patty Lauren took the first shift to drive. And, boy was this car made for her. Zippy all the way. What felt like 75 was actually about 95. Whoops. About 20 minutes after their first adventure, the second ‘adventure’ reared its head.

“Oh no, my bike is coming off,” E said, peering through the back windshield with a surprisingly calm expression.
“WHAT! Are you SURE?!
“Yep. Yep, it’s definitely hanging off.”

We will attribute E’s laid back demeanor to this near fatal disaster to growing up in the West. All Patty Lauren could imagine was bikes flying off into the cars behind them and killing someone. Okay, maybe there is some active imagination play going on, but still. It’s a real possibility!

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Emergency lights were thrown on and the girls slid into the next exit. A definite rearrangement was going to need to occur to remedy this situation. They weren’t even into their drive an hour and the bikes were having their own party. As your narrator of this story, I should mention now our character E has a real affinity for bungee cords.

“It’s too bad you don’t have any duct tape,” Patty Lauren said – jokingly.

“Oh I do! I have duct tape in the trunk. We can duct tape it on to the rack for extra security.”

Apparently, E also has a deep love for duct tape as well. In fact, her trunk contains every piece of equipment you could possibly need on a road trip. She’s kind of like the female MacGyver. So, not only are the bikes strapped into their rack but they are also bungee corded and now they are duct taped into the rack. Patty Lauren is watching the people stare at the two of them.

“We’re like sitting ducks. Someone is going to think we’re the dumbest people and follow us to the beach and murder us.”

Too many crime dramas. Once the bikes were secured (for the second time), the ladies were off again. It was about this time the topic of Cowboy Churches came up.

“It’s always been on my bucket list to visit a Cowboy Church,” E said with the same enthusiasm Patty Lauren would speak of a new pair of shoes.
“A WHAT?”
“What? You’ve never heard of a Cowboy Church?!” She was genuinely shocked.
“Um, no. What does that even mean?”

Enter Wikipedia and E’s vibrant description of what a Cowboy Church is. Someone missed their calling in some type of persuasive salesmanship career. Some Googling and searching led the girls to find out there was a Cowboy Church in their town. While they debated the “legitimacy” of a Cowboy Church in their area they decided plans must be made to attend. Look for that blog sometime in the near to late future.

Macon. Oh, Macon Macon Macon. There’s not a lot to say about it except you better have your running shoes on and I don’t recommend wearing a full length fur coat there unless you want to be followed down the street by some lovely gentlemen who think you have “the jams.”

Not far from Macon our two star characters hit another adventure on the road.

“My bike is hanging off again,” E said.

The way she communicates this information is like saying, “I like peanut butter” not “Some heavy piece of EQUIPMENT is about to fly off our car and you are already going 20 miles over the speed limit.”

“You’re not serious.”
“Yep.”
“Are you SURE?”

De ja vu. So, the girls did what any smart women would do traveling alone… they pulled off onto an unknown exit to fix the situation. One would think if there is a well-lit gas station that equals safety. Uh uh. Think again, my friends. The girls pulled up at this particular station and realized very quickly this was not the best place for a God-knows-how-long-this-is-going-to-take bike fix. But, nature called… Now, Patty Lauren was not sure if this was a normal occurrence in South Georgia but if men playing what looked to be slot machines inside of the gas station was on the up-and-up she was ready to get back home. Was it a slot machine? Was it porn? Was it some type of underworld gambling ring? We’ll never know because as soon as the girls were in, they were out and down the street at a “safer” location.

“Listen, if anyone comes over to us I think we just need to say screw the bikes and get in the car and leave,” Patty Lauren said, wondering if maybe her number was meant to be snatched up somewhere in Macon on a side road.

This time not only was E’s bike loose but it had busted through the duct tape and also broken one of the bike straps. This sucker was a beast. A half roll of duct tape, bike switch, and more intricate bungee cording they were back on the road.

The last half of this tale is rather uneventful. There was lots of snackage and some snoozes, but lots of oohs and aahs when that beautiful South Carolina sign welcomed them to a gateway of Palm Trees and the familiar breeze of ocean land.

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Finally! Three A.M. never looked so beautiful…

 

This will not be the last adventure our heroines encounter, so check back soon…

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Throwing off the Bowlines

April 7, 2015 by patty lauren Leave a Comment

  I recently mentioned in my post “Rooting” the importance of growing outside your comfort zone and doing new things or things you may have done before or not done for awhile. The importance of branching out.  For me, part of that has involved hiking.

You know what’s even better than spreading your wings a little bit? Surprising people. While you may not look at me and say, “oh yeah – that girl… she likes to hike!”, you should know if I am going to do something I am going to do it and do it well. I’m going to give it my all. Someone once told me I’m the type to “go big or go home.” So, when I start trying to get a group of people who have been hiking a lot more than me to crawl over some boulders with bolted in cables to get to an overhang 2,000 feet above the ground I know I’m doing something right.

The title of this post comes from my favorite quote of all time. I have it posted up at my house, I have quoted it in speeches… it’s the reminder some of us constantly need.

   “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you   didn’t do than by the ones you did do. 

So throw off the bowlines. 

Sail away from the safe harbor. 

Catch the trade winds in your sails. 

Explore. 

Dream. 

Discover.” – Mark Twain

Starr Mountain

My first visit to Starr Mountain was more than 5 years ago and truly deserves its own story so I won’t go into it at this present time. Five years and a lot of life later, I was ready to go back and have a fresh start. And, get my feet wet for some more hiking adventures!

The afternoon my friends and I went was absolutely perfect. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze and no humidity (praise the Saints).

It had been a long time, but my body quickly remembered why my first experience had been so, ahem, memorable. But, this time was different. Sometimes all you need is a little space, a fresh perspective, and a new attitude to try something again and maybe this time around… it just seems right.

One of the people in our group brought their dog (Grace Kelly would have walked herself off a cliff so I didn’t bring her) so that was even more fun to watch her scamper along and splash around in the water that led up to the mountain. Dogs and children – they appreciate the simple things we as adults who are so consumed in the outcomes we miss the small pleasures on the life climb.

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Always with a camera in my hand

If you get the chance to visit our beautiful area you should get some first hand acquaintance with this spot. I really believe I live in the most beautiful state in America. I love my home. That’s the cool thing about traveling – it makes you appreciate your roots even more than before. Okay… rabbit trail. Back to the hike.

I set off to find this overhang I had visited on my first hiking trip to the mountain, but it was evident I wasn’t going to be able to find the way. The path is hidden and since it’s been such a long time and the person who led before wasn’t with us, I had to finally relent and admit I couldn’t find it. Much to the appreciation of a couple people in our group, I’m sure. Next time!!

There are so many places to stop and look out over the water and the mountain and be in absolute awe of nature and God’s creation. Untouched. Unmarred. Raw beauty. Of course, all those places to stand in awe are also good spots for photo ops… Especially when you get near to the top and you feel so insignificant.

I recently heard a song by Chris August called “The Maker” – check it out here. It sums up everything I felt on this particular day.

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Exhilaration.

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There is this unexplainable feeling when you’re outside in the middle of nature – a feeling of complete freeness. It puts life in perspective. It’s serene. It’s humbling.

We hiked up further to the top and found a good place to sit on the edge and relax. This is what life should be. It was easy. And, I don’t mean in the way that life should be “easy”, but oh how we complicate it so. We’re always in a hurry, always trying to be ahead…

  There was nowhere to be. No rush. No hurry. Just time. And, sunshine. And, friends. And, lots of laughter.

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“A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” – Elbert Hubbard

 

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Me & my friend E who is moving back out West next month. Incredibly thankful for her friendship!

We headed back down (thank God for the extra padding on my backside because there was some definite slippage) and decided to pull off on the side of the road where there was a sandy area on the water.

I love it when you’re with a group of people and someone suggests something that wasn’t necessarily part of the plan and everyone is game.

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The whole gang – party of 5!

There was an older man sitting across the river from us on a rock, fishing. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. Was this his therapy? To be out in the quiet – the rushing water easing his worries?

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Our four legged hiking buddy, Kiara

So… if you’re thinking about doing something a little out of your comfort zone, do it! If you keep doing the same thing, you will always be the same. Your results will always be the same. Do something different. Who knows, you may find a new love! As for me… I’ve already planned another longer hiking excursion coming up soon.

Until next time… xoxo, patty lauren

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July 25, 2014 by patty lauren 1 Comment

If you’ve read my blog before you may remember my short and sweet post about my vacation to St. Simons Island. Oh yes, the place where Grace Kelly almost hung herself off a banister in town or the most perfect sandwich I ever ate literally flew away. And, yes, I mean LITERALLY – not in the white girl “I literally almost died” way, but the appropriate way. But, there was so much I didn’t get to share – because suicidal puppies and flying sandwiches make for more interesting stories while you’re on vacation – until now!

I’m convinced St. Simons is one of America’s best kept secrets. Or, it seems that way. St. Simons is one of those unpretentious, tranquil vacation spots you only see in movies. I had a childhood friend who used to go to St. Simons for vacation with her family every year – they were “rich” by my family’s standards and the thought of a place called St. Simons seemed very posh in my ten year old mind.

I never have gone into the reason why I took the beach trip… it’s a long story, but I touched on some of it in my earlier blog days. Sometimes things happen to you and you realize you have to stop waiting for life to happen. You start making your own history, your own memories, your own adventures… and you stop waiting on other people to make those things happen for you.

So, I packed up the girl and we hit the road… of course, after a stop for some Starbucks. Sorry – you can’t suck all my typical white girl behavior out of me, society!

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The drive was about seven hours – which to go to the beach is not bad in my book. I packed up the pooch and left the day after Christmas. The drive was routine… Atlanta, pretty scenery, crazy drivers, but as soon as you drive through New Brunswick you become transported to what seems like a step back in time to a simpler life. Spanish moss drips from seemingly everything, sweeping you further into the island’s welcoming embrace. Palm trees stand at attention as you drive towards the warmer destinations. The air is different. You suddenly become different.

For my accommodations, I chose The King and Price Golf Resort.

kingandprinceI chose King and Prince for a few reasons – first of all – location, location, location! King and Prince is located right on the beach with amazing views of the ocean coupled with an array of amenities that make it the hottest spot to stay on the island. Also, during the time I booked my trip the resort was undergoing major reconstruction in some parts and they were offering some amazing deals! The resort has multiple pools, tennis courts and is, of course, pet friendly!

During the morning and afternoons, I would take Grace Kelly for a walk on the beach. One of my favorite things about the trip was our daily beach walks… not only because there was such a relaxation and ease with the comfort of the ocean, but because of all the puppies!! I think the phrase: “I saw more dogs than children!!” was enthusiastically used.

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Some people have a part of them that dreads beach vacations – no matter how excited you are, you know you do not look forward to screaming children, inconsiderate tourists, and not being able to find your way around. St. Simons has some of the friendliest tourists and locals alike I’ve ever found. What is so great about where we stayed was the short walk to Main Street. It’s about a one mile walk from King and Prince to downtown which you can easily amble along on foot or by bike.

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Grace Kelly and I walked down the strip of beach one afternoon (after the flying sandwich incident) and visited the lighthouse next to Neptune Park.  There is a small fee to go inside, but we enjoyed the beauty of the historic landmark from the park.

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Neptune Park

The Pier Village and main Street is a perfect package and I touched on some of its great assets in my original St. Simons post – it’s the right amount of places to shop, eat, and browse without being overwhelmed by touristy extravagance. I started a tradition in St. Simons – visiting a local book shop and buying a book. Old, new, doesn’t matter. Some people collect shells or pieces of jewelry – I think making traditions during travel makes the memory a little more tangible.

Another wonderful landmark and place to visit in St. Simons is Christ Church and the surrounding grounds. I drove there (although biking everywhere on St. Simons is perfectly acceptable and highly encouraged!) on a drizzly late afternoon. Christ Church is one of the most beautiful and historic churches I’ve seen – it reminded me very much of some of the small churches I visited in Ireland.

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St. Simons is a treasure packed into just 17 sq.  miles. Whether you are looking to plan an exciting trip full of fun, golfing, and surf or a relaxing trip coupled with scattered adventures, St. Simons is truly one of the most enchanting spots in the South.

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