Wrong Turns Turned Right

 This blog is not really a truth of my life any longer but it is still a place for me to write so maybe I'll revamp it to be "valid" or maybe I won't? Maybe it will just be a place where my old thoughts and memories lay and I can revisit those times if I please. It is a bit eery looking back on some of these posts. It feels like a weird kind of porthole back in to my head.

 

With each new day of this adventure I am beginning to see the shifts and changes of what this might be exactly about. I went into this thing not knowing what I was really doing with myself but instead following an intuition. I knew there were many reasons for me to make drastic changes in my life but I couldn’t put a finger on any single one of them. It was as if I was not able to see things. Day by day, month by month I was finding myself turning in to a deeper and darker human. And with time I felt like I completely lost a sense of self. I was no longer me. I was no longer the Jordan people knew. I was no longer the Jordan I used to know. I was angry. I was depressed. I was unstable mentally and emotionally. I was so unhappy. I was so unhappy with my life. And it took several beatings from what felt like the world for me to finally break. I felt like the world was going against me. I felt like my luck was turned and I was somehow taking on all of these bad energies and I couldn’t get myself away from them. I felt like I was climbing a mountain and a boulder would hit me and send me tumbling back down to the bottom and I would pick myself up and climb the mountain again until I got hit by a second boulder, and a third and a forth and then finally... I broke. I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take the set backs any longer. I couldn’t take being unhappy. I couldn’t be the Jordan I didn’t know anymore. So I quit. I quit my job because it wasn’t worth it anymore. The heartache, the struggle, the dread, the abuse was not worth it anymore. I was so far gone that something this dramatic really had no consequence to me. I could not have cared less. I just wanted to be through. Whatever hard times were ahead, I would figure them out. I just knew I would. On my 25th birthday I decided I could never go back. I knew I could never go back to work and I was even unsure of whether I could ever dance again. I wasn’t sure if it was the art form that just wasn’t right for me any longer or if it was the environment. The day I made my final decision I wondered if I would be alright. How am I going to do this, WHAT am I going to do? Pilates? School? Sew? What would it be? How will I live? But in all of those questions I never felt completely lost. I always felt like there was someone there. The moment I would begin to feel doubt or worry something would happen to bring me up. A reassurance of some sort. Like an offer from an open class to be a part of an upcoming production that would pay $3000. Or a bulk order from my leotard company that would earn me $2000. I began to realize that everything was going to be okay as long as I kept my head up and stayed positive and was listening to myself and what I needed. Where was I hurt? What needed to be healed? Overtime I realized that I did indeed want to dance still. I just needed to heal my heart and my love for ballet from the root. Why did I even dance? It was a feeling. It was a love. It was something that was for me and my soul. I needed to find that love and bring it back. The next couple months were not easy but it was a time where I had to spend A LOT of time in the studio alone. It was one of the hardest things I’ve done. I had to approach the inner demons that I have been fighting because of the environmental stress that was put on me for the past 7 years. In two months I was not able to obviously heal fully but I made some major progress. There were times that were extremely hard to walk in to the studio and give myself class but I knew that I had a goal that I was working towards and that was to audition in New York for as many companies as I could. Put myself out there again and see what happens. I really had nothing to lose but everything to gain. The day before I left for New York I got a random text stating that there was a possibility there was need for dancers in a company in NYC. I showed up to the rehearsal after a ridiculous day of travel and immediately began learning choreography. I came back the following day and then the day after and then I was asked to stay and be a dancer with the company. It all happened so fast that I can only look back on it now and realize what an amazing thing had happened to me. My stars were finally aligning and my energies were finally turning. With each day something brilliant happens and I honestly think it is because I finally opened the doors to let it all in. I am finally getting back to me and clearing my conscience. I spent so many years shutting myself off and being dishonest with myself and others. So much so that I was lost. I felt lonely and felt that I had no friends and it was all because of a mindset. Each day seems a little brighter and my heart feels a little lighter with it. There is a long way I need to go and there is a lot I need to sort out, but the most important thing is there is progress. And progress feels good.

The thing that led me to write today was a certain “wrong” turn that ultimately was so “right”.  I took an odd train after work and I realized shortly after boarding that it was the wrong train. I got off the train a good 15 blocks from my apartment and was so tired after not only a long day, but a long week. I didn’t feel like I had the energy to walk in the gloom. After stomping up the stairs it took me a few blocks to start realizing and taking in how beautiful it was. There was a mist over central park that was so beautiful and calming. It felt quite in the city.. a very rare feeling. I felt alone with my thoughts and it was extremely cathartic. 8 blocks later I arrived at the most beautiful cathedral and initially walked right passed it. I stopped and turned around and went back because the door caught my eye. I stood and starred at the door for a few minutes and took a picture and then I began to look at the structure and how unbelievable it was. So ornate, so intricate. Displayed on one of the sides of the cathedral was the quote  “Freedom of the mind is the beginning of all freedoms”. It rang in my head the entire way home. Sometimes taking the wrong turn is exactly what one needs at the end of a hard week. You never know where it is going to take you and what you will get out of it.

JUNK and punks.

Oh wow.. It's real weird on here. That senior picture HAS TO GO --->

  Oh hey! Remember me? I'm that weirdo ballerina who calls herself the craft-erina.. Get it? Craftster + Ballerina = crafterina. Har. Har. Har... Well by now that "craft" part has evolved in to a slew of different crafts. In the beginning it was a very literal statement.. Like legit craft time.. Whip out your Elmer's glue and your sequins and lets make some shit! Now, it ranges from sewing elaborate leotards and swimsuits for my very own ETSY shop to baking to knitting to writing to whatever the next obsession is in my current state of mind.

So my last post was in the very end of October, huh? I haven't even read through it but I am sure it is gushing about some city called "New York"?? Yeah.. I have to say it is pretty wonderful city and luckily I will be making an adventure back soon. But that's now why I'm here today.

I don't want to bore you (or myself) with the in's and out's of my life since October, but lets just say it's been like a wild monster roller coaster through the gates of hell and the stained glass windows of heaven. (Dramatic? Never.) I made it through "The Nutcracker" with only a few bumps and bruises and powered though "La Bayadere" like a champ. I even made it through half the mixed rep thennnn BOOM tore a hammie. (By hammie I mean "Hamstring" for all you normal folk reading this crap). I was off for the second weekend of shows and recovered through the layoff to come back only at 80% for the staging of the final two reps. I worked and worked through the past couple months and felt like I was holding on for dear life. I did not want to be off again. It is the absolute worst thing. I had dealt with it for the entirety of the year prior and then the stint a couple months before.. The second to last mixed rep came along with vigor and I got through the first weekend of shows. In the tornado of it all my world was blowing up around me. I came in on Tuesday and worked through Peter Pan rehearsals and woke up Wednesday and knew my hammie was injured again. So my worst nightmare came true yet again and just like that I am off for the rest of the season.

This lovely little fairy tale brings me to the reason for this blog post! When I get injured, I need other creative outlets to fill my time. Luckily, I have my sewing to go absolutely ape-wild with and every once in a while (I SAID ONCE IN A WHILE OR ELSE I'LL GET FAT FAT FAT FROM ALL THE DOUGH CONSUMED IN THE PROCESS) I will put my baking skills to test.. So after the royal day from hell at the hospital getting all sorts of tests done today (magnets, white coffins, lasers, x-rays, scans, tears don't forget the tears......) and feeling like I was about to explode from stress and anxiety, I knew I needed some "Suzie homemaker" rehab therapy time in my life and decided to make straight up junk food comfort cookies. I'm talking "tomorrow someone is going to have a heart attack while performing in Peter Pan" from the amount of butter, sugar... whatever. Never mind. Just eat the damn cookie.

First up: Buttered Popcorn Chocolate Chunk Cookies

This cookie makes you thirstier than all get out. Like crawling around in the desert of New Mexico seeing mirages and shit.. All that buttery popcorn melting into your brown sugary cookie batter with a couple choco chunks dribbling all around... Boom. Thirst. Just be prepared with icy milk and you'll be fine.

Caught this recipe on the good ole' Pintrest. That fancy gal "Joy The Baker" altered it from the "Smitten Kitchen" cookbook. She was the smart cookie who added the chocolate.. High five, Joy. High five. 

Be prepared to drool...

Deb’s (<--who deb="" s="" strong="">) Buttered Popcorn Chocolate Chip Cookies

makes 24 cookies

adapted slightly from The Smitten Kitchen Cookbook

2 tablespoon vegetable oil

1/4 cup yellow corn kernels

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 tablespoon unsalted butter, melted

1/2 cup unsalted butter, softened to room temperature

1/2 cup light brown sugar, packed

1/3 cup granulated sugar

1 large egg

1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

1 1/4 cup all-purpose flour

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup coarsely chopped dark chocolate

coarse sea salt for sprinkling

Let’s make the popcorn first.  Place oil in the bottom of a medium saucepan.  Heat over medium heat.  When oil is hot, add corn kernels in a single layer across the bottom of the pan.  Cover the pot but keep the lid ajar to let a bit of steam out.  Listen to the popcorn as it pops.  Turn off the heat and remove the pan from the burner once the popping has subsided.  Sprinkle with salt and drizzle with butter.  Toss to coat all of the popcorn in a bit of butter.  Piece through the popcorn to remove any unpopped kernels.  Set aside to cool.  You’ll have about 4 cups of popcorn.

Next we’ll make the dough.  Place a rack in the center and upper third of the oven and preheat oven to 350 degrees F.  Line two baking sheets with parchment paper.  Set aside.

In the bowl of a stand mixer fitted with a paddle attachment, cream together butter, brown sugar, and granulated sugar.  Cream until butter is pale and fluffy, about 3 minutes.  Beat in egg and vanilla extract for one more minute.  Add the flour, baking soda, and salt and beat on low until just combined.  Remove the bowl from the stand mixer and use a spatula to fold in the popcorn.  It might seem like a disproportionate amount of popcorn considering the cookie batter.  Keep folding.  The popcorn will break down a bit as it’s folded in.  Fold in dark chocolate.

Scoop dough by the heaping tablespoonful onto the prepared baking sheet.  Sprinkle the tops of the cookies with coarse sea salt.  Bake for 10 to 13 minutes or until the edges and tops are golden brown.  Remove from the oven, allow to rest on the baking sheet for 5 minutes then transfer to a cooling rack to cool completely.

Store cookies in an airtight container at room temperature.  

 

 

 

Now just because the double buttered popcorn cookie with brown sugar, chocolate and extra salt didn't calm my anxiety and stress from earlier enough to allow me to move on with my life.. I had to create a JUNKYARD cookie derived from the oh so famous "Jordan's Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies" (FOUND FOR SALE ON MY ETSY SHOP, hint, hint..... WINK. Smooch.. Love ya, mean it). So I whipped up the secret batter and threw in some junk food favorites: Potato chips, chocolate chips, and salty ass pretzels. The top secret amped up batter might have won a gold metal in the cookie dough Olympics, if it were a thing. Which why isn't it??? And instead of giving you the recipe (because I'd have to kill you or keep you as a slave in my non existent dungeon).. I am going to torture you with pictures that you will have a hard time controlling the drool that is now dripping on to your beloved social media devise that is controlling your life. (---> Insert evil laugh here <--- p="">

 

Hey! Nice writing to you again... (Yes, all thirty of you little stalkers..) Talk to you again in, oh...... 8 months???? ;)

ALL MY LOVE,

Jordan

Read the fine print:

ALL PHOTOS TAKEN BY ME, Jordan Reed. If you steal them, you are a punk. And you have to live with your sorry little punk butt. Which everyone knows is way worse than me writing my name all over my photos so people like YOU don't steal them and call them their own.. PUNK.

A city that steals my heart: New York City

Bye Bye, New York. I love you.

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Love equals fall in New York

BAHN MI'S AND PEACH PIE

Bahn Mi’s have taken over my life.

DROOL.

It is the food that consistently takes over my mind, BAHN MI. There is a very dangerous addictive quality to these mysterious little Vietnamese sandwiches. I'm constantly peer pressuring my friends to have the same addiction as me, so I can have Bahn Mi buddies. The result is somewhat selfish. I mean you can't blame me!? I don't want to be the Bahn Mi loner girl in all the local Vietnamese joints.. While in New York I tried my fair share of Bahn Mi’s. The most popular Bahn Mi shop was not nearly as tasty as the one I stumbled upon one day while wondering aimlessly around Chinatown... (Which happens everytime I'm in Chinatown... Aimless wonder..) I don’t even have an idea about what the name of this little tiny shop was called, but they also had some BOSS bubble tea.

Components to a BOMB DOT COM Bahn Mi:

Fresh French Bread
Homemade Mayo (SO GROOVY GOOD)
Sriracha
Pickled Daikon and Carrots with Jalapeno
cucumber
cilantro
Whatever Vietnamese Meat you shall please: shredded pork, pate, tofu, Vietnamese meatball, shredded chicken.. (We did an nontraditional ELK meatball with Vietnamese flavors)

After my brother and Kristi's fairytale wedding in Idaho, we all traveled to their new home town of Livingston Montana. I was staying there with them for a few days before my flight out of Bozeman to FINALLY head back to Houston to get back DANCING. (*INSERT HAPPY DANCE HERE.) I couldn’t ask for a more lovely sister and companion for my brother. I feel so lucky to have the two of them in my life. They are good people, with great souls. They inspire me everyday. So after an exhausting weekend, Greg and I decided to spend our day in the kitchen. It was the perfect day to be adventurous and make all the grand Bahn Mi components from scratch. Early in the day I headed into the small little town of 6,000 and found the local gym. It was built in an old firehouse. Luckily there was a studio at the top of the firehouse that I was able to use for my self barre class. Afterwards I walked over to the adorable "Gilly Goods" for a delicious cappicino. (Believe it or not they have a pretty decent roaster and espresso machine to make some tasty coffee...) The end of the day resulted in a dinner invitation to their landlords house for the most epic dinner I’ve had in a long while. Local rack of lamb done perfectly on the grill, mouthwatering mashed taters, garden fresh kale salad with garden tomatoes, pickled beets, and grilled eggplant (and a little red wine....)! Once we received the invite we decided to make our Bahn Mi ingredients anyway and we would just enjoy them for lunch the following day. Also with the invite, I felt the need to test out my pastry skills with a fresh peach pie...

Barn Wedding

My macarons and cookies on the dessert table (Chocolate Hazelnut Espresso Macarons with Lemon Buttercream and Espresso chocolate ganache and PB&J Macarons with Huckleberry Jam..)

Grooms CARROT CAKE

Favors

First Dance

Love

SISTER (in law)

Now back to the Bahn Mi. Starting with the very important baguette...
The whole baguette thing is super interesting to me, especially in Vietnamese cuisine. Like why the hell would they have a sandwich with mayo built on a french baguette. Well, the french baguette was introduced to Vietnam by the French during the colonial period and it made love with their local ingredients to make the best drool fest sandwich. I guess that solves the mayo question too.
I read up on the process of making a proper baguette on this site:

Bahn Mi Baguette

This was SOO helpful and informative. Check it out and make your own baguettes for life!

My first baguettes EVER.

Next up were the meatballs. We ended up doing our own thing with a mix and match of different flavor ideas we found on the Internet. Greg had some local elk meat that we used. In the traditional Vietnamese meatball pork is used. We through in a combination of soy sauce, sriracha, chopped basil, green onion, garlic, an egg for binding and a little sprinkle of corn starch. I never thought to use corn starch in a meatball, we have always used bread crumbs, but the corn starch makes a lot of sense. The flavor and texture of the meat isn’t altered with cornstarch but works as a binder in conjunction with the egg.

"VIETNAMEATBALL"

Meatballs:
1 pound ground elk (use pork if you can't find elk ;) )
1 large egg
3 cloves garlic, minced
½ cup minced green onion
½ cup minced jicama

chopped fresh basil
½ tablespoon cornstarch
½ tablespoon Wondra flour
½ tablespoon fish sauce
½ tablespoon soy sauce
½ tablespoon sugar
½ teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon whole black pepper

sriracha sauce (to taste)

1.Combine all the meatball ingredients in a large bowl and mix well with your hands. Use your hands to form meat balls, putting each in a glass or metal bowl, put it in a steamer and steam over boiling water until cooked, about 40 minutes. 

2. Heat 1 tbls sesame oil in a skillet. Brown meatballs in pan before assembling sandwiches.

3. To make a sandwich, slice the meatballs in half and put inside the French bread. Spoon the tomato sauce atop the meatballs. Finish with some pickled daikon and carrot and a few sprigs of cilantro. 

As for the pickled vegetables, it couldn’t be more simple. Slice or shred some carrots and daikon and then do a quick pickle in rice vinegar and sugar. We threw in a jalapeno from the garden as well for heat. They turned out lovely!

OHHHH and last but definitely not least.. THE MAYO. Now I am the ultimate mayo hater. Have been since a child. That jiggly, nasty, cellulite looking blob of white death?!
YEAH. NASTY.
Homemade Mayo? Nothing like white death. Quite the opposite! Delicious, tangy, SANDWICH MOIST MAKER. It’s the bomb dot com and will have you hooked for life. It isn’t the lowest calorie treat, but it’s far better than that crap you buy at the food store. YUCK. You can whip up this homemade version in like 5 mins. It’s SOOOO worth it. Dip it in everything, (like the Germans)!

5 min Mayo!

Yard eggs gave the mayo this gorgeous yellow tint.

Recipes!

MAYO RECIPE

Carrot and Daikon Pickles

Bahn Mi fixings

As for the peach pie, I might as well throw that one in this post as well...!
I took my sweet ass time and made the most flaky, delicious pastry dough I’ve ever made. (And got the greatest compliment of all from my non-sweet loving brother that is was the best pie he has ever had!!!) It really did turn out magically delicious and it had a lot to do with the flaky crust and fresh Washington peaches. For the pastry, I like to amp up my recipes with different flavor profiles so it’s not just a boring old pie or treat. With this one I decided to throw a little lemon zest, cinnamon and nutmeg. And to pair the filling, I added a bunch of lemon juice and cinnamon and nutmeg to it as well. The key to a flaky pastry dough is patience and proper temperature of the butter and water. If you allow the butter to get too warm all your ingredients kind of just mush together and won’t give you that flaky crust. Also ice water is very important for the same reason. I cut mine up in a bowl, switching between knives and forks until it crumbled and then added the ice water in small increments until the dough was right. We did an old traditional double crust (with the full crust on top and bottom). It was so perfect with a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream at the end of our delicious garden and farm fresh meal in the quite quaint town of Livingston Montana.
Bliss.

Peaches for pie

peach pie fixings

Peach pie

Pastry Dough

Adapted from All Recipes

Ingredients

• 1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• 1/2 cup butter, chilled and diced
• 1/4 cup ice water
• 1/2 tsp Lemon Zest
• 1/2 tsp Cinnamon
• 1/4 tsp nutmeg
  

Directions

1. In a large bowl, combine flour, cinnamon, nutmeg, lemon zest and salt. Cut in butter until mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Stir in water, a tablespoon at a time, until mixture forms a ball. Wrap in plastic and refrigerate for 4 hours or overnight.
2. Roll dough out to fit a 9 inch pie plate. Place crust in pie plate. Press the dough evenly into the bottom and sides of the pie plate.

Peach Pie

adapted from food.com

* 5 cups fresh peaches, sliced
* 1 cup sugar
* 1/3-1/2 cup all-purpose flour
* 1/4-1/2 teaspoon cinnamon and nutmeg

* lemon zest
* 2 tablespoons butter
* 2 tablespoons sugar

Directions:

1.Preheat oven to 425 degrees F.
2.Stir together flour, 1 cup sugar, lemon zest, cinnamon and nutmeg and set aside.
3.Wash, peel, and slice fresh peaches.
4.Mix together peaches with the combined dry ingredients.
5.Turn into pastry-lined pie pan and dot with butter.
6.Cover with top crust, cut slits in it, seal the edges.
7.Sprinkle top with 2 tablespoons of sugar.
8.Cover the edges with foil to prevent over browning; remove foil for the last 15 minutes of baking.
9.Bake 35 to 45 minutes or until crust is brown and juice begins to bubble through the slits in the crust.
10.Pie may be frozen for future use.

Hitched MO-bile

Headed to Livingston after my brother and Kristi's wedding

Clyde

Sunflowers in the SUNshine

 Heading to the dog park.

Morning piano playing

Garden tomatoes

 Lamb Rack, Mashed Potatoes, Kale Salad and Grilled Eggplant

My Life as of Lately..

My 24th birthday is creeping up on me like a sly little fox. Now let me remind you, this was a special year. It was my GOLDEN birthday year, 23 on the 23rd. AND just to make me a little more obsessive about this birthday in particular, my favorite number is 23 and my favorite color (at the time) was gold... You can only imagine how I built things up in my mind about how the year would play out.

 "This is going to be the best year EVER!" 

It's debatable.. Some of the "best" things have happened to me and some of the "worst" things have happened to me. In the least, it has been an EXTREMELY eventful year.

Looking back to the beginning of last season, I started off on a high note. I had one of the greatest and most inspiring experiences with Hilary Cartwright setting "Les Patineurs". I was originally supposed to be one of the "Brown couples". They were the corps of the ballet, the backbones per say. But early on in the process, one of the first cast "Red Girls" got injured and I was bumped up to a second cast "Red Girl". I had an absolute blast with this ballet. The two Red Girls are hilarious pretentious little debutant's who couldn't care less about what is going on in the world. They are just happy as buttons even as they slip and fall on their butts on the ice. They just get right up, brush themselves off, and move on with their skating. I also had a great partner who enjoyed the process as much as I did. I know I have spoken of Hilary Cartwright before, but just to reiterate.. she is one of my favorite humans on the planet. She is such a bright light and an intelligent inspiring woman. If I am half the human she is when I grow up, I'll be just fine.

A few months later in October, my injuries began with a series of ankle sprains. Unfortunately, I didn't take the time off in the beginning that I should have and am paying for chronic issues now, 9 months later. Because of my obsessive work ethic, I fought my body to come back too soon. I have been told numerous times throughout my career to slow down, take it easy, listen to your body but it had never REALLY sunk in. To me it was always "The harder I work the better. Must catch up. Must improve." And if I was not working that way then I wasn't working hard enough. I cannot even begin to explain the pain it causes me to be away from ballet. But these months off have been completely necessary for me. I needed (and still need) to pull things back and learn something about myself and my body. If I have learned anything I hope it is to trust what my body is telling me and to treat my body as if it is the most precious tool I have. Which in ballet, IT IS.

During this time off I have tried to do my best to take advantage of other opportunities that have come my way. If this hadn't happened to me I may have never been able to do some of the things I have done over the past 9 months. These things were very very good for my sanity. If I didn't have other outlets I would have driven myself to the grave 60 years too early... In April, I decided to open an ETSY shop. ETSY is a place where people can buy and sell handmade items as well all sorts of supplies, vintage clothing, patterns and so forth... It was something I was looking to do for a while but needed to wait for the right time. I didn't want to stress myself out and feel like I couldn't keep it up the way I wanted to. My shop idea was to have dancewear that was made more accessible to other dancers around the united states and the world. A place where they could browse designs, make custom orders, and pay all in the same place. I also wanted a place to be able to sell whatever random creation I had going in my brain at that time. Whether it was a headband adorned with vintage accessories or a pair of legwarmers I knitted on an airplane.. My shop opened in April and did very very well in the first month. Now I have expanded into vintage inspired swimwear as well. Which brings me into my next opportunity that came up out of the blue... My swimwear showcase/ runway show.

In May, I decided to make a roadtrip back home to Idaho to have a bit of R&R with my family. I was not in a good frame of mind. I was having a very hard time dealing with my injury and the way I felt when I was unable to have any sort of real activity. (Nothing, I mean NOTHING does what ballet does for the body...) I was browsing online for different retreats I might be able to stay at along the way. I knew I wanted to be in Denver at some point to visit my childhood friends so was trying to find a route to get there. I stumbled upon a retreat in Santa Fe at a Zen Center called Upaya. It couldn't have been more perfect. It was the following week and labeled as a "Zen Mind, Yoga Body" retreat. Three days in the serene hills of Santa Fe. I packed up my car that week with my serger and bike and I was off. The first day of travel was amazing for me. I drove all the way to Amarillo with the windows down and desert air blowing in the hair until I got to Amarillo in the craziest torrential downpour. I woke up bright and early the next day and headed to Santa Fe. I arrived in Santa Fe with a few extra hours to spare so I pulled out my bike and went for a ride to get a feel for the city and to enjoy it's amazingly unique vibe. The lilacs were in full bloom, dried peppers were hanging from the adobe style houses the temperature was a PERFECT 74 degrees. I was in heaven. I was finishing my ride along the old railway bike path that winds through the city when I saw a sign that said "RAIL TRACKS CATCH BIKE WHEELS". OHHH and you guessed it, I BUSTED it in the gravel in the middle of the busiest intersection in Santa Fe. Had some serious gravel burn and a couple of pebbles in my palm. I got up, brushed myself off and went into Whole Foods to wash up. I took this as a real "SLOW DOWN JORDAN" moment... I didn't bike for the rest of the trip.... I made my way up to Upaya and checked in. The center was tucked in between the rolling hills just outside the city. UNBELIEVABLY beautiful. There was a garden that grew the vegetables we ate each day. The monks rotated cooking our all organic vegetarian meals. Some of the best food I have ever ate came from this retreat. Absolutely phenomenal. The Upaya retreat was an enlightening experience for me. I learned so so much in those three days about my mind and body and I hope I can take those things with me throughout my life. From there I began my 7.5 hour drive to Denver. I decided to take the scenic route that rode right along the most majestic mountain ranges. I was getting my mind blown. Leaving New Mexico and entering Colorado was fantastic. The landscape was soooo beautiful with plateaus standing infront of these ginormous snowcapped mountains who were peaking out from behind. I made it to about 2 hours outside Denver when I was cruising along the most beautiful meadow. I was COMPLETELY distracted as the colors in nature were blowing my mind (as they often do) and totally missed my turn to head west to Denver. Instead I went over the rockies and was heading to Gunnison. I received a phone call from (who as a child was) my second mother asking "WHERE ARE YOU?! Can't wait to see you!" 

"I'm almost to Gunnison!!" I exclaimed.

"You better not be almost in Gunnison. If you are planning to come to Denver you better turn around RIGHT NOW."

MOTHER OF GOD!

 I quickly get my car turned around and going back over the pass (meanwhile praying there are no cops around...!) Fortunately, I still made good time.. And the mind blowing scenery was TOTALLY worth the extra 50 miles! I got to my best friends house and couldn't have felt more at home. Literally nothing had changed (EXCEPT a bonus pilates reformer in the sunroom?! WHAT?! SCORE!!!) I was supposed to leave the next day... Uhhhh. That didn't happen.. I stayed a week! It was AWESOME. One of the days stands out in my mind the most... Sarah and I decided to drive up to the Rockies and go do a train mine tour in Georgetown. The weather was INSANE and we had a helluva time. The train rode through the mountains and over the river. Just the fresh mountain air was enough for make me the happiest girl alive. Midway through the train ride we got off and got to hunt through a mine. It was a so fun for me to see what my great grandfather spent his life doing! Absolutely fascinating.  From there we iced my janky ankle in the icy glacier water and then made our way to Estes Park to bring back some memories of a 6th grade field trip we took way back when... we saw a couple elk chillin like villains on the golf course saw a moose hanging out in some chicks yard.. you know the usual... Then we continues winding through the Rockies in the BRIGHT YELLOW SLUGBUG until we ended up way down in Loveland. After that to make things even better we met up with my childhood crush and he fed us the most delicious Cuban food we had ever eaten. I crave those plantains daily...YUMMMMO. We finished the night in Boulder where we met some more friends for classic margarita's at the Rio. SUCH A GREAT DAY. One of my favorites out of the entire roadtrip. 

A week in Denver and I set off for Idaho. Spent a few weeks there, got my wisdom teeth out (NOT COOL), had another medical procedure (ALSO NOT COOL) and pretty much tried to give myself dry sockets by doing pilates the day after I got my wisdom teeth out... (really Jordan?! Idiot.) I also baked up a storm and sewed some new creations... From there the family took a trip up to Spokane and northern Idaho for Memorial Day and got to stop in Livingston Montana to see my brothers new setup. I tell you what, if you want to see some mind blowing mountains. GO TO MONTANA. FREAKY DEAKY MOUNTAINS. I left my car there so I could make my way back down to Houston from Livingston. I wanted to take a different route back home so after the adventure up north I decided to do the Kansas thing. I LOVED driving through Kansas. I don't care what anyone says. It ruled. I got to watch the biggest storm I've ever seen develop for two hours prior to getting to Wichita. Once I was about 10 miles away from my hotel the hail began. TENNIS BALL SIZED HAIL. I just knew that my car was going to be damaged but I just had to keep driving (meanwhile people were piling up under the overpasses to protect their cars). On the radio they were saying this was the biggest storm they had seen in years. I got to my hotel safely and listened to what was now just a soothing thunderstorm. That evening was when I got a message on ETSY. It was from the organization RAW artist and they were asking me if I was interested in doing a runway showcase of my swimsuits in July! I was so excited and couldn't believe the opportunity that had come up. After getting all the details I told her that I felt that this couldn't have come at a better time and said I would love to be apart of it. So the wheels in my brain started turning and I got to designing what I wanted to show... But I still had one more important pitstop before making it back to Houston and that was one of my best childhood friends (and 1st grade loves) wedding in Dallas! And to make it better, my best friend Sarah was flying in to Dallas to go as well! We had an absolute ball. There was major dancing involved and also some very unique and creative ways of getting cider caps off without a bottle opener... It involved a hubcap.... nuff said... The next day I was headed home to Houston and was so so so ready to be back in my apartment and to see my doctor to see what he thought about the progress of my ankle... When I went to my appointment I knew that the ankle wasn't healing on it's own and had come to terms with the fact that there was a chance that the next step my be surgery. But there was something in me that told be I shouldn't go that route yet. Not until I had done everything in my power to get this healed on it's own or through other non surgical ways. He suggested a second opinion and after an extensive search I finally made the decision to go to New York and see the best in the business, Dr. Hamilton. I flew out to New York for the first appointment in June. Got a diagnosis of chronic FHL tendonitis and a chronic high ankle sprain. He recommended I find somewhere to live in New York while I have a sonogram guided injection of the FHL and the sight of the ankle sprain and then if that reacts well, move on to therapy with Westside Dance Therapy. As I waited for approval for these things, I found a place to stay and planned my move to New York all while getting together my runway show that was coming up in July... The showcase approached rapidly and ultimately went really well. It was highly stressful but was a blast. I'm so thankful for my beautiful ballerina models too! After the showcase I had 4 days to pack up my life and move to New York. And I did. And now I'm here! As most of you already know, I had my injections two weeks ago and my ankle is reacting extremely well. I am now doing my own forms of therapy while my actual therapy goes through the dreaded pre-authorization process with workers comp. (Comparable to death... Just saying..)

But for now I am in New York surrounded by a wealth of inspiration and information that I am trying to use to the best of my ability. I am so lucky to be getting treatment from some of the best doctors and instructors in the business. If I don't absorb everything that is around me during this time it would be an absolute sin. I feel like I am doing a pretty good job of it and am going try my best to stay on this positive track. The good news is, I have people who are supporting my until the death and I am grateful for every single on of them.

Keep the well wishes and positive thoughts flowing this direction. They keep me going :)

Love you all.

Jordan

Here are some visuals of that very un-detailed bashout of the past year.... HA!

On the road to Amarillo..

 

To Santa Fe

 Lilac's in Santa Fe

 Lady Guadalupe in Santa Fe

 Peppers drying in Santa Fe

 Beautiful guitar player in the Square in Santa Fe

 Upaya Zen Center

 Upaya 

 

One of the MANY delicious beautiful meals at Upaya.

 Sarah and I on our adventure in Georgetown

 Getting our minds blown all day long..

 Mine Tour

 Georgetown Train

 

Looking at "Green speckled butt trout"

Green Speckled BUTT trout

 

Flatirons with Angie

Ontop of the Flatirons

YSL exhibit at the Denver Art Museum

One of the funniest nights of my life. Mary Kay party...

LOVE THEM.

Pilates Reformer in Sarah's house... So happy.

Idaho I go

Seeing my POOR BABY for the first time after being shaved!

One of my favorite pictures of all time. People sending me hugs via text message.

Riding Motorcycles in the hills

Ridin Partner

BABY CLOTHES in Idaho

Wisdom Tooth?

  

PAIN.

Dad enjoying MOTHER'S DAY breakfast :)

Location of my brothers wedding :)

CLASSIC idaho falls....

Baking up a storm at home sweet home

My brothers house in Livingston MT :)

Meeting Clyde for the first time

Livingston Montana.. GORGEOUS.

THE DOG PARK. Livingston Montana.

 

 

Kansas storm.

The wedding in Dallas

Back to texas...!

HAIRCUT back in Houston

 

 

RAW artists SHOWCASE!

Jersey Shore while testing one of my swimsuit creations... ;)

Approved for "Baby Barre" in New York