Strawberry Lemonade Sangria 


What is it about letting go that is just so hard? It’s funny when you know how much you should let go of something yet you continue to hold onto it even if it’s just by one single thread. Even the tiniest, weakest, barely visible thread is still better than no thread, right? It can be pretty heavy when we hang on to things that no longer serve us. I will relate it to the bucket brigade in the Spartan Race. If you aren’t familiar with it let me paint you a picture…

Imagine you are working your way through the obstacle course in any means possible, running, walking, crawling to your near death and you come up to this massive pile of gravel and adjacent stacks of empty 5 gallon buckets. You proceed to fill your bucket of choice (like choice matters when they’re all the same) to the fill line appropriate for your gender. Next, you hoist said bucket now weighing anywhere from 70-100lbs in front of you and adjust your arms across the front gripping your fingers and palms as tightly as you can to avoid dropping it. Unfortunately, comfort is not an option here and yes you do have to carry this lovely bucket of rocks in front of you now for a quarter of a mile. And no you can’t burpee out of this one. So, on your way you go down the path, clutching this awkward, heavy and already tiring added weight. It’s at this point when letting go is similar to what you would assume of life or death. Sure, putting the bucket down to rest a minute wouldn’t be the worst thing but in your mind you just can’t do it. It’s as if your fingers have suddenly become welded together and not even a tiny hair could slip its way through.

So onward you move. Now halfway through you glance back and think, “Wow, that’s it? I thought I’d have been a lot further by now.” Then suddenly you feel the urge to glance into your bucket to make sure no one secretly threw in fistfuls of additional gravel when you weren’t looking because you’d swear it feels suddenly heavier. Two deep breaths and two aching steps later and all you want to do is let go. This is it. You’re down for the count. You feel like your shoes are now filled with gravel too and your nicely welded fingers are aching and simultaneously slipping apart. You feel the sweat beading across your forehead and slowly drip menacingly onto your eyelashes and down your cheeks. Your breathing is now very labored and you officially regret ever signing up for this challenge. You run through a quick last will in your head leaving each of your precious belongings to family and friends and wonder how they’ll state your cause of death in the obituary. Hopefully they make sure to add in the previous obstacles you DID accomplish and make sure to still adorn your lifeless body with a medal because after all dammit you’ve earned it. Suddenly, you’re not sure if you’ve stopped moving or not but you can’t feel your feet. The aching has vanished. You look down to see the dusty ground beneath you is gliding slowly by so you definitely are still moving even if it is at a snail’s pace.

Then, you hear it.

You hear the gravel being slid from the bucket and think, “Oh my God! Did my bucket just break!?”. You look up and peer in front of you between your sweat filled lashes to see the finish and fellow competitors pouring out their buckets of gravel and tossing them back into the pile. It’s over?! You exhale as you approach the group of people and realize that it’s the first time you ever felt the urge to hug a sweaty, mud covered stranger. Then, as if you get a second wind (could have used that 15 minutes ago) you toss your bucket of gravel as far away from your being as humanely possible. You drop your arms to your sides and allow the blood to rush at warp speed back into your lifeless fingers. At this point even if you lose one, maybe two, you think it wouldn’t be the worst thing. You did just survive the bucket brigade and don’t have to worry anymore that they might leave out important facts while announcing your demise.

Just like that you run, you don’t walk, toward the next obstacle not because you suddenly have an overflowing amount of energy but because you just let go. You faced a challenge and as much as you wanted to let go of that bucket from the start you held on. You held on until you didn’t need to anymore. You let go when it no longer served you. You let go when the time was right. On your terms. That is how life works, too. It’s just an awkwardly, heavy bucket of gravel that will test your strength and will. No matter how tiring, frustrating, painful or impossible it can be to carry things along the way it’s not the carrying but the letting go when YOU are ready that creates your true strength.



On that note, once you finish the bucket brigade or need an excuse to celebrate you can whip up a pitcher of this deliciously easy Strawberry Lemonade Sangria! It requires 6 easy to find ingredients and makes a ton which is the perfect portion for those summer parties! Plus how can you go wrong with fresh fruit like strawberries and lemons?! So go ahead and toast to letting go of all of those annoying buckets of gravel and enjoy (responsibly)!

Photography by; JenniferKate Photography


Strawberry Lemonade Sangria


Makes: A LOT!/ Prep time: 2 hours 10 minutes

  • 2 (750ml) bottles of white wine
  • 2 cups strawberry vodka
  • 1 can frozen lemonade concentrate
  • 3 c fresh strawberries, sliced
  • 3 lemons, sliced
  • 5 cups lime seltzer water
  1. In a large pitcher, combine the white wine, vodka, lemonade concentrate, strawberries and lemons. Mix to combine ingredients and cover.
  2. Refrigerate for at least 2 hours.
  3. When ready to serve add in the seltzer water and stir again.
  4. Serve over ice and enjoy (responsibly)!



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