There isn’t another word for what’s going on mentally right now in this head of mine. It’s amazing what we can fill our brains with on a day to day basis. A perfect storm of focus, distraction, fear, routine, love, the list goes on and on. How do we manage to interpret these daily thoughts and intertwine them with feelings, and continue socially interacting?

This week, I’ve been hit with a hard dose of reality. That I am extremely privileged. I joke that I’m #blessed, but the fact of the matter is, I’m better off than most of this world simply because I lucked out. I did nothing to deserve the family I was born into, and hardly even interviewed for the job I was graciously given after college (thanks, Craigslist). I was able to attend college out of state and develop as my own person, because, well, I was handed a scholarship for a sport my parents supported throughout childhood. I studied hard and don’t remember much of the details I stressed over, but I know I was fortunate enough to only have to strain my brain over biology. Not the reality that remained outside my little world.

But this isn’t about me or my luck. This is about what’s going on outside all of our personal bubbles.

What I want to know is, how do I, the lucky, the privileged, react? I’m not even discussing money or race, but do we need to? There is so much pain and hurt and outcry right now in our country’s borders as well as outside of it. I’m genuinely wanting to be at peace within this society without guilt or feeling like there are two sides. These heated topics seem to have sides that are polarizing at a rapid rate and it’s nothing short of destructive. As these parties move apart, what is left for the people who cannot side with the logic on either side?

What I’m proposing is a gray area. There is no reason to NOT long for understanding or feel towards a matter, simply because it doesn’t affect you. We all have “soft spots”, or triggers, or some other psychological terms that I’m uneducated on, that make us empathize immediately and thus lead to opinions formed. Isn’t it weird how when we care THAT deeply, we only want recruits for whatever the cause? Instead of embracing the differing opinions, we argue to the death, only to be left hurt and even more confused on “their side”. I witness this on social media everyday.  Whether it’s Tom Brady or gay marriage, when are we going to be able to find solace in recognizing that our point of view is just that. Ours. It’s able to be expanded with empathy, compassion, and a viewpoint of love towards every single human. Not with the intent to “fix” them, because they supposedly “think” the wrong way, but with a goal of understanding another POV that is cohabiting this planet alongside you.

While I realize this word-vomit does nothing to better our country, my heart longs for people who will keep me in check. Please continue to keep my little bubble humble, aware, and striving for better.

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You Learn

Miss the beautiful game every day. Love her assessment of the mental side, for that is half the battle.

I recently encountered an intense feeling of déjà vu.

In 2009, during preseason with FC Gold Pride I pulled my quad. I was out for three weeks of preseason.

Editors Note: For the record, the only two preseasons I have gotten injured in are the only two preseasons where we haven’t done any straight up running for fitness. My body is so stupid. 

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Intentionally being Intentional

“Actions speak louder than words.”

We’ve all heard it, we’ve all probably used it in an argument (assuming of course, you love confrontation as much as myself), we’ve all adjusting our lives where ever we saw fit because of it. How much often are our actions premeditated, or completely thought through? Words are always meant to be well thought out, but I think actions need to be in the spotlight a little more heavily.

Yoga has brought to my attention that going through the motions is so incredibly easy to do. Whenever the word “intentions” is spoken by my brilliant teachers, I realize my brain might need to be reset. Not only for the mat, but for every instance of life. I am there to get a sweat, pick up some good energy, and once intentions are brought into the flow, it all comes back to my mind.

I’ve intentionally logged on to continue a post, and finish a thought that’s been stuck all week. I’ve intentionally taken a drink of water to quench thirst. Little tasks have so much more meaning once the thought as to why they are completed is factored in. Cheesy and over thought, probably. But getting your brain thinking about each day to day action made is freeing and enlightening.

To putting purpose in every day,


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The best of conversations happen in situations such as these. Love stumbling upon stories that can so closely relate to occurrences in your life. Planes, trains, and automobiles bond us like no other…


I’m not even entirely sure how these sorts of things happen, but on my way to Bruges, Belgium via train, I sat down next to a man and somehow became involved in a philosophical discussion on artificial intelligence and the essence of humanity in what felt like a matter of seconds.  This complete stranger and I bonded over the consistent feelings of loneliness in life, paired with the profound quest for connectivity and the ways in which technology might simultaneously facilitate and diminish our experiences with each other and with ourselves.

Absolutely no idea how we started talking about all of this. It felt like I was all of a sudden plopped down into an ongoing conversation with an old friend. There’s something nice about getting into this kind of discussion with a stranger. You don’t have an image to uphold or expectations to fulfill. You can say “I don’t…

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I can’t make you unpack your suitcase.

Good for the soul kinda stuff

hannah brencher.


When I unzipped the belly of the little red suitcase the book was sitting there.

It was sitting right on top. It was waiting for me. Two years ago, I used to think that if ever I sat down and finally read that book, it would probably be my favorite book. Maybe one day. Instead, I grabbed a sweater and I closed the suitcase shut. I checked the bag. I would see it in New Orleans. There’s never enough room for your second carry-on bag when they lump you into Zone 3.

Half of my life plays out in airports. The people who spend too much time in airports know I’m not saying that to sound romantic. It can be a tad whimsical. On quiet mornings. And when you aren’t getting a connecting flight in Atlanta. And when you get to fly into cute, little airports with baggage claim…

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A “bloggable” life

A Saturday afternoon with two of my favorite gal pals on this Earth. It’s occurred to me that despite thinking my life might be pretty boring, reviewing (and editing with this awesome app… VSCOcam. Try it) a few photos can be eye opening. This is why I’m a picture taker, because our brains can only hold so much. Nothing extraordinary about this day, but Saturdays with sushi&sunshine are noteworthy:






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Full Circle

Full Circle

After playing sports for 18 years, Laura and I decided it was time to give coaching a shot. Many hours of thrown-together practices and hyper 8 year old giggles, we’ve completely finished our season. These girls gave me more smiles than I thought possible this winter, even with a heartbreaking 2-5 (yeah that’s only 3.5 baskets the whole game) loss right before this picture was taken. It’s awesome to see the other side of athletics and I absolutely have a new found respect for the couple dozen of coaches I’ve had throughout the years. Next up… soccer skillllzzz to coach in the near future 🙂

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