Failing Through Adulthood

This post was a smidge delayed but I'm not changing the tenses. Enjoy! Hey party people! I'm drinking red wine in a bathrobe right now because I am living my best life! I've spent a lot of time with people today and I am so ready to be an introvert, which translates to drinking alone in my room. (That sounds a lot more unhealthy than it really is. Don't worry- I'm responsible) I hear you guys going- Katie, it's Bathtub Wine Critic. Shouldn't you be taking a bath? Well, wouldn't you know but I am drinking in a bathtub. I'm just fully-clothed. And while that definitely seems like I have a problem, seriously this robe is soooo fluffy. Worth. I am great at flattering photos. So I picked this wine up at a Dutch grocery store in Curacao, so the price was 10.99 ANG (which is approximately $6.15). I thought $10 was decently priced, but once I realized it was gonna be even cheaper, I was stoked. (For comparison, Barefoot wine was like 14 ANG bec...

I'm not a risk-taker. I'm sure some of you will be surprised by that, but I like to play it safe and make well-informed decisions. My book club The Go Love Yourself Box recently had a book called Brave, Not Perfect by Reshma Saujani ,  which challenged us to do a small act of bravery each day. I took it to heart and decided to do something about it. Yesterday, I jumped off a cliff. Literally. I jumped off a cliff into the ocean. I can justify it wasn't the biggest cliff (15-20 feet) and that I had to watch all of my friends jump before me (including from in the water so I could see how far down they fell and how far away from the ocean floor they were) and how I had to get my friends to encourage me to jump, but I don't need to. (This isn't me and the lady is clearly more graceful, but you get the point) Yesterday, I jumped off a cliff. I was terrified. My legs were trembling enough that I thought I might fall off the cliff instead of jumping. I had to...

It's Bachelorette Weekend for my best friend Marjorie's wedding, and I'm ready to get liiiiit. Jk jk we're not really drinking that much (Bride's request) so we're just going on an adventure. The entire thing is a surprise for Marjorie, so I can't post anything beforehand but here we goooooo

Aaaaaand here I am again, finally sitting down at my computer after months and months of nothing. I doubt anyone is shocked- I know I am not. My " About " section literally says I post sporadically, so here I am... doing that. I've been super active on Instagram lately (insert shameless plug here ) and I've used my stories for the past few months as a way to review things I like. Instead, I decided to finally upload stuff on Youtube so my videos of nonsense and babbling can be preserved for strangers forever. I'm not kidding. But anyway, my first review is of the Go Love Yourself Box , which I have been subscribed to for months and very much recommend. I have an unboxing video of the May 2019 box- which I got today! And thus my first Youtube video (that I haven't deleted out of sheer shame) exists. Let me know what you think! Also, I hope you enjoyed the 1000000 hyperlinks in this post. Love always, ~Katie

I have never been a morning person. I feel better at night- more productive, more aware, and just better in general. I've always had a hard time getting into bed and sleeping (even though I LOVE sleep and am pretty good at falling asleep), but this productivity kick has always been at night. Unfortunately, most of my close friends seem to be morning people. If I want a fitness accountability buddy, they want to meet at like 0700 on WEEKENDS which is just literal trash. It's terrible. I hate it. Sleeping in is the best feeling in the world. Then, the Air Force happened. This past week has been 0445-0500 showtimes and it was terrible. Today is Saturday and I slept in until 0830, which seemed like a treat. Sleeping in and 0830 should never be tied together, but that's my life now. This isn't a plug or anything, but I've been using Habit Nest's Morning Sidekick Journal thing and I've honestly really liked it. It has you do a few tasks every morning and ...

I've been struggling to know what to write about for my next post. I love writing but I haven't done it in such a long time that it seems bizarre. Have you ever had a hobby that you've loved so much for so long, but just haven't gotten around to it in a while? And then when you finally get around to it, you're not sure what to do or how to do it, and you've lost confidence in yourself that you can even be good at what you love? That's where I'm at. But I guess in general my whole mindset has been there lately. There's a lot of stuff that I enjoy doing that I've just stopped doing. Life has gotten in the way. Work has gotten in the way. Organizing my new house has gotten in the way. I have gotten in the way. I want to refocus my life. On Friday, I found myself complaining all day. When someone new came into the room, I launched into my spiel again. And this repeated, over and over and over, until by the end of the day, I'm sure the people...

I haven't written in almost two years, so I'm gonna start this blog back with a bang! Aka I am going to get drunk in my bathtub again. You're welcome. In case you were wondering, there are a lot of things that happen behind the scenes of Bathtub Wine Critic. I mean, I have a killer  set-up with bath bombs and candles and a wheelie cart with snacks, books, and my laptop streaming some video of some sort. I even have a pillow in my tub. I am a champion. You can't see the pillow, but you can definitely see the laptop, book, and snacks. "But Katie," you say, "all those bath bombs and candles are scented and are totally going to mess up your palate and skew your judgment!" To that I say, I'm getting drunk in my bathtub. Obviously I am refined enough to compensate. Fish Eye 2016 Cabernet Sauvignon Every now and then, I go to the liquor store and buy 3 or 4 random wines to drink. Some I pick by price, some I pick by label, and some I ...