It's November and there is this Facebook thing that you post every day about the things you are thankful for. Lots of people make fun of this trend, but I think it's kind of cool. I tend to be a "pollyana" about most things in life, seeing things, etc. So, it's the eighth day of the month, I got started a little late but I kind of like taking a minute each day to consider what I am thankful for. Honestly, it should probably be a trend every day of the year.
That said, I posted today that I was thankful to have finally found a good carwash. Not earth shatteringly awesome or anything but it sure did make me happy. I mean, I am fairly certain I haven't gotten a good car wash since moving away from Phoenix (almost 4 years ago!). That was at 4:30, so late enough in the day that I thought that should cover it. And the day had already been good. I worked from home this morning (read: got to wear pajamas!) and talked with a lady I've been stalking for 4 weeks (small victories!). Anyway...
As it turns out, the Universe had much, much more in mind for me this pre-evening (in the words of Sheldon Cooper). (side note: if you don't know who that is, I suggest catching an episode of the Big Bang Theory on TBS or CBS-- so so funny, in my humble opinion). After the car wash I went on a mission to buy jeans. I now live in a cold city and have a casual but not pajama-appropriate job now, so I need a t least one more pair for the winter. So I headed to Nordstrom (they do free alterations) and started to look around. I tried some stuff on and in the dressing room there was a sweet little note (Smile! You look great!). Awesome! Everyone needs a little friendly encouragement when trying on jeans. Even with the encouragement, sadly, no jeans, but I did find a sweater that was priced at $150 but they accidentally marked it on sale for $30. Since it is Nordstrom they honored it! Amazing! I was seriously so excited. Then I went over to DSW to find some comfortable walking shoes that were also rain/snow- worthy shoes (good treads). Not only did I find a pair but found out I had $50 in unused coupons, so basically I got a sweet pair of kicks for $2! For reals! I was so pumped (still am!).
Literally, after the working from home, the sweet car wash, and my smoking deals I did not think the day could get better, but it did! I got two sweet notes from good pals (that meant more than any deals or awesome car wash). My heart was just full, Almost to the point of bringing tears to my eyes. I was so overwhelmed with the goodness from my day, I was actually thinking I needed to readjust my FB post to include the other things, especially the friends part of the day. I popped to the grocery store on my way home and that is where the true blessing of my day came.
I went to grab some veggies to make the soup I have been meaning to make for 3 days. I only had a few veggies, some crackers, some coffee and misc other essentials that I forgot on my first trip to the grocery since moving into my new place (olive oil, pepper, etc). I got in a short line behind a lady with a little boy, He was darling. While in line we played a little peek-a-boo and he showed me his little toothy grin. I just thought...one more happy thing to be thankful for today. The line was long, so we stood for about 10 minutes. The woman started checking out and was paying very close attention to the total bill. And as it got higher I could see her getting nervous and starting to move items further back (as though they weren't as important as the other things). When her total reached $50, she told the cashier to stop that she was going to need to put some things back. She looked sheepishly The cashier told her, to forget it, he would put the items away. He was irritated. The woman had tears in her voice and she apologized profusely and told the guy she just added wrong when she was shopping. That she only had $50 to buy things today and they would need to come back in two weeks. I didn't mean to listen but I was standing super close. And my heart broke. As she counted the cash for the cashier, I really looked at her. She was clean, but her clothes were worn, old. She had dark circles under her eyes, and she was just a little too thin. The items she had deemed "non-essential" were some apples, toilet paper, kleenex and some cleaner. She paid and started to walk away. I asked the cashier to ring them up and asked the bagger to chase after her, just to tell her she had forgotten the bag. The items totaled less than I would have spent on my shoes.
I checked out, the cashier just kept staring at me. So did the irritated guy behind me. I didn't say anything, and walked out toward my car. The woman was standing with the bagger waiting. She grabbed me, hugged me and sobbed. She shared her whole story (too much to explain). I bought her one bag of groceries. One bag. That small expense meant the difference between having some essentials and not for her. And it made me thankful. And reminded me how lucky I am to have a good job, a supportive family, and people who love me.
During this month-long trend of being thankful, I realized all the other things I am thankful for come back to the basics.
I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for wonderful friends. I am thankful for love. And the security that those things bring to my life no matter what else happens.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
unfinished.
(post from 10/9)
This week is the Washington, DC 3-Day. It is the last one for the forseeable future. And it is the last 3-Day I planned. And the first one that I started but will not finish. And I am having a hard time with that.
It was my choice to leave. To move on to something new. In a new place with new people. For a new cause. But I feel like I have unfinished business, like I need to complete the project I started.
The weather predicted is terrible. Rain and cold.
The government shut-down is still happening. My old teammates have to deal with all of that because I am not there to do it.
In almost 10 years of planning, I have never not finsihed what i started. I don't know how to do that. I don't know how to let it go. How to not care.
There is nothing more I can do. I did what I could to make sure they would be in good shape. And I can only hope for the best.
But I can't let it go.
This week is the Washington, DC 3-Day. It is the last one for the forseeable future. And it is the last 3-Day I planned. And the first one that I started but will not finish. And I am having a hard time with that.
It was my choice to leave. To move on to something new. In a new place with new people. For a new cause. But I feel like I have unfinished business, like I need to complete the project I started.
The weather predicted is terrible. Rain and cold.
The government shut-down is still happening. My old teammates have to deal with all of that because I am not there to do it.
In almost 10 years of planning, I have never not finsihed what i started. I don't know how to do that. I don't know how to let it go. How to not care.
There is nothing more I can do. I did what I could to make sure they would be in good shape. And I can only hope for the best.
But I can't let it go.
Home is where the heart is.
In the last few years, well months more specifically, I have been told by many that I am a professional nomad. I just kind of smiled and let that statement sink in. Professional nomad. huh?
That was never my intention. I never considered that it's unual to move about so much. I once had a bumper stcker on my car that read "Not all who wander are lost". It suited me in my "hippie" phase and it suits me still. (not that I have bumper stickers anymore...) I am not lost. I find that though my head might be in the clouds and my aspirations are all over the place, I am grounded in who I am and where I belong by the people who love me.
This fact has never more clear to me than in the last 6 months. In a time when I could look back and think 'what a shitshow', I am instead already thinking back with fondness. I was able to be absorbed into three beautful families and was reminded what it's like to be part of something so wonderful. You see, once you've lived alone for a bit it's easy to forget how awesome it is to be part of a family on a day-to-day basis. Sure, there are days you kind of think in my "real life", I'd be able to sleep in or whatever, but once you get back into the "real life" sleeping in isn't as cool as you thought. At least for me, when compared to morning snuggles and giggles around a breakfast table.
I found that I am able to make a 'home' wherever I am because I know I can always go 'home' if there are people I love there.
And that makes me so happy. And grateful.
That was never my intention. I never considered that it's unual to move about so much. I once had a bumper stcker on my car that read "Not all who wander are lost". It suited me in my "hippie" phase and it suits me still. (not that I have bumper stickers anymore...) I am not lost. I find that though my head might be in the clouds and my aspirations are all over the place, I am grounded in who I am and where I belong by the people who love me.
This fact has never more clear to me than in the last 6 months. In a time when I could look back and think 'what a shitshow', I am instead already thinking back with fondness. I was able to be absorbed into three beautful families and was reminded what it's like to be part of something so wonderful. You see, once you've lived alone for a bit it's easy to forget how awesome it is to be part of a family on a day-to-day basis. Sure, there are days you kind of think in my "real life", I'd be able to sleep in or whatever, but once you get back into the "real life" sleeping in isn't as cool as you thought. At least for me, when compared to morning snuggles and giggles around a breakfast table.
I found that I am able to make a 'home' wherever I am because I know I can always go 'home' if there are people I love there.
And that makes me so happy. And grateful.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Here I go again...
should have been posted on 9/10
So, in my ever-changing, ever-adventurous world, here comes another change---
In simplest terms-- I am moving to Chicago. I am leaving the company I have worked for over 9 years.
deep breaths, deep breaths....
I am excited to start a new chapter. I am excited to do something new and build on the amazing experiences I have had- both in and out of my work world. Working there allowed me to see things I likely would not have otherwise seen, and experiened things I would not have, and met people who are my soulmates.
More than a fabulous job, being there I grew up. I started out almost right out of college-- fresh and naive. Not knowing what it meant to have a "real" job. Was working from home really a "real" job I was often asked (for years in some cases). I sometimes asked myself the same thing when it was 4pm and I still wasn't dressed for the day. But it was. At times it was very intense. And at times it was pure silly. It wasn't perfect, nothing is. But it was pretty darn great for a really long time.
But it was time to find something new. If I'm being honest it was probably past time, but it's super hard to leave something you love. In an embarssing commentary to the VP of the company, I compared it to a break up with your boyfriend you love but you know you just aren't meant to marry. You love them, wish them no ill will, want to keep in touch (really), and genuinely want to be friends but you just can't be together anymore. It's all true. And yes, I actually said that to the guy who pays my salary (win.).
It wasn't an easy decision to make. I still love this job and the people I work with. I am surrounded by friends. Friends, some which, have become family.
When wasting some night time the other day I found this quote from Winnie The Pooh, of all places. It just spoke to me. Directly to exactly what I am feeling.
"How Lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."- Winnie The Pooh
But goodbye it will be. And onto new and exciting adventures in the Windy City. Where maybe I'll stay put for a bit.
So, in my ever-changing, ever-adventurous world, here comes another change---
In simplest terms-- I am moving to Chicago. I am leaving the company I have worked for over 9 years.
deep breaths, deep breaths....
I am excited to start a new chapter. I am excited to do something new and build on the amazing experiences I have had- both in and out of my work world. Working there allowed me to see things I likely would not have otherwise seen, and experiened things I would not have, and met people who are my soulmates.
More than a fabulous job, being there I grew up. I started out almost right out of college-- fresh and naive. Not knowing what it meant to have a "real" job. Was working from home really a "real" job I was often asked (for years in some cases). I sometimes asked myself the same thing when it was 4pm and I still wasn't dressed for the day. But it was. At times it was very intense. And at times it was pure silly. It wasn't perfect, nothing is. But it was pretty darn great for a really long time.
But it was time to find something new. If I'm being honest it was probably past time, but it's super hard to leave something you love. In an embarssing commentary to the VP of the company, I compared it to a break up with your boyfriend you love but you know you just aren't meant to marry. You love them, wish them no ill will, want to keep in touch (really), and genuinely want to be friends but you just can't be together anymore. It's all true. And yes, I actually said that to the guy who pays my salary (win.).
It wasn't an easy decision to make. I still love this job and the people I work with. I am surrounded by friends. Friends, some which, have become family.
When wasting some night time the other day I found this quote from Winnie The Pooh, of all places. It just spoke to me. Directly to exactly what I am feeling.
"How Lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."- Winnie The Pooh
But goodbye it will be. And onto new and exciting adventures in the Windy City. Where maybe I'll stay put for a bit.
the end of the year
Since I have been a tad busy getting settled, drving to and from work, moving a few times, traveling to New York, helping some friends, and most importantly chatting with my various housemates, I have not been as good about updating the blog. Prorities.
But I have missed writing my thoughts and feelings and observations in all of this change and adventure. There has been so much to take in- good things and some sad.
The last few weeks in DC/Maryland were hectic. I was trying to pull together an event in three weeks time that I normally spend months planning. I felt immense pressure to pass it off as done as humanly possible. My last day was extended due to that, which I was just fine with. It allowed me time to put all these big changes away for just a little more time. I am exceptional at compartmetalizing. It's how I deal well with crisis. I focus on the issue at hand and fall apart afterward. So the last week was filled with meetings, outings, saying goodbye. I got a little teary but more than anything I was focused on the task at hand. And then came Friday and packaging up my laptop to be sent back. And a lunch with a friend. And it hit me. Literally took my breath away, for just a second. I was leaving a city I'd mastered and learned to love in a year of getting beat-up. I was leaving a job I'd had for almost ten years and one I still liked. I was leaving behind almost my whole career. And I was picking up to move to a new city and start a new job in two days. Whoa. deep breaths.
As I was headed back to the little ladies for one last sleepover at their house and one last night with one of my all-time favorite housemates (no offense to anyone else!), I got so sad. Not because I was scared of the decision I'd made, but sad to leave such a special year behind. In that year, I'd conquered a city. I'd fallen deeply in love with my favorite little people. I'd learned how fast and deep a friendship can grow.I'd learned what I am made of. I really learned how very lucky I am. And I was humbled by the love I have been shown.
Saturday, in Ferd Schulte fashion (meaning really early), I got up and started the adventure. I had one last infusion treatment(because why wouldn't that be the case) and then I hit the road and headed toward the mitten. I had a 9 hour drive through the hills and highways. A mix of good music and time alone --jobless (for 2 days) and homeless. I got home and relished in the large sized bed (I had been sleeping in a 3/4 bed-- short and fat twin bed, really) and got excited that I could sleep in on Sunday. finally. ;)
Sunday I got up and attem- hit up a coffee and bagel place and headed toward Chicago in the rain. My moves tend to have the background of rain, I tak it as a positive sign. Like the planet is cleansing me of the old so I can start fresh and new or something. (wow, that was really hippy dippy! But I'm sticking with it.)
I got to my new temporary home, knocked and was immediately welcomed with squeals of delight from the other side of the door. So cute and perfect.
I unloaded (with the help of my new housemates), got the tour and the favorite books orientation, then had a homecooked dinner. The adults shared tips for getting to the office the next day and we talked about grown up things.
And Monday I started my job.
We'll end the story there for now.
But I have missed writing my thoughts and feelings and observations in all of this change and adventure. There has been so much to take in- good things and some sad.
The last few weeks in DC/Maryland were hectic. I was trying to pull together an event in three weeks time that I normally spend months planning. I felt immense pressure to pass it off as done as humanly possible. My last day was extended due to that, which I was just fine with. It allowed me time to put all these big changes away for just a little more time. I am exceptional at compartmetalizing. It's how I deal well with crisis. I focus on the issue at hand and fall apart afterward. So the last week was filled with meetings, outings, saying goodbye. I got a little teary but more than anything I was focused on the task at hand. And then came Friday and packaging up my laptop to be sent back. And a lunch with a friend. And it hit me. Literally took my breath away, for just a second. I was leaving a city I'd mastered and learned to love in a year of getting beat-up. I was leaving a job I'd had for almost ten years and one I still liked. I was leaving behind almost my whole career. And I was picking up to move to a new city and start a new job in two days. Whoa. deep breaths.
As I was headed back to the little ladies for one last sleepover at their house and one last night with one of my all-time favorite housemates (no offense to anyone else!), I got so sad. Not because I was scared of the decision I'd made, but sad to leave such a special year behind. In that year, I'd conquered a city. I'd fallen deeply in love with my favorite little people. I'd learned how fast and deep a friendship can grow.I'd learned what I am made of. I really learned how very lucky I am. And I was humbled by the love I have been shown.
Saturday, in Ferd Schulte fashion (meaning really early), I got up and started the adventure. I had one last infusion treatment(because why wouldn't that be the case) and then I hit the road and headed toward the mitten. I had a 9 hour drive through the hills and highways. A mix of good music and time alone --jobless (for 2 days) and homeless. I got home and relished in the large sized bed (I had been sleeping in a 3/4 bed-- short and fat twin bed, really) and got excited that I could sleep in on Sunday. finally. ;)
Sunday I got up and attem- hit up a coffee and bagel place and headed toward Chicago in the rain. My moves tend to have the background of rain, I tak it as a positive sign. Like the planet is cleansing me of the old so I can start fresh and new or something. (wow, that was really hippy dippy! But I'm sticking with it.)
I got to my new temporary home, knocked and was immediately welcomed with squeals of delight from the other side of the door. So cute and perfect.
I unloaded (with the help of my new housemates), got the tour and the favorite books orientation, then had a homecooked dinner. The adults shared tips for getting to the office the next day and we talked about grown up things.
And Monday I started my job.
We'll end the story there for now.
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| DC friends Goodbye bar crawl. |
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| C and Mags on our "ice cream for breakfast date" |
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| Sammie and Erica |
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| the packed car |
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| the new roomies |
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Munchkins
On this space, I have often talked about the little loves in my life-- the munchkins. These are the children of people I love that I have now come to love just as much (or maybe a little bit more than) their parents. Their parents range from my dearest/oldest friends to my BFF cousin and people in between.
Currently, I am living with three of my very favorite munchkins. No offense meant to the other little guys, but these three little ladies hold a super special space in my heart. I am the eldests' god-mother, the middle one and I are a lot alike, and the littlest just recently decided I might be okay(victory!). As I mentioned when I wrote about moving in, I was excited to experience life in their midst and get to know them even more. I have been more in and out than expected, but the time I have had has been precious. I have seen the good, the bad, and some of the ugly (nighttime poops come to mind!). And I am totally in love with them. More than ever!
When I shared with people that I would be moving to another city, people asked how I would live without them nearby. My answer was always the same-- "It's fine. We lived a apart for a really long time, we made time for one another". Yeah. That's completely impossible. After living with these little ladies (and their mom and dad), I have determined there is NO WAY I can go for too long without seeing them and hugging them or laughing with them. Skype will tide us over between visits, but it won't quite ever be the same as waking up to the stomping, running, and laughter. I will be forever grateful to them for inviting me into their world and for sharing so much with me. It has been a truly precious few weeks (ones I will treasure forever).
But in two weeks I will move away from them and to my new city.
Funny enough their cousins (my cousin's bro and his fam) will be my temporary home when I get to Chicago-land. They also have two little girls, whom I only just started to know this summer while on vacation. Just like before I moved into my current abode, I am excited to get to know them a little bit better and become good pals with them too. As I was finalizing plans with their momma, she let me know they are already planning my welcome home baked good and what toys we are going to play with.
I told her, they'll be a great transition so I don't go "cold turkey" from munchkin-land. She laughed. But I am serious.
As I started to look for a new apartment, my eyes got misty thinking about how quiet it will all be. I will relish sleeping in and walking out the door with no worries, but really I will miss being asked to read a book before we start the day, and cuddles before I am quite ready to leave bed. Or talking about friends, or laughing about really nothing, but having it be the best part of the day.
In a time that could be overwhelming and maddening and filled worry, my days are highlighted with sticky high fives, and toothy kisses and snacktimes and laughing.
I will cherish the little moments over the next few weeks (in this home and my next) where my life will be filled with munchkins.
I feel like instead of recalling this time as trying and uneasy, I will look back fondly on the months and weeks I got to spend with so many of my munchkins.
Currently, I am living with three of my very favorite munchkins. No offense meant to the other little guys, but these three little ladies hold a super special space in my heart. I am the eldests' god-mother, the middle one and I are a lot alike, and the littlest just recently decided I might be okay(victory!). As I mentioned when I wrote about moving in, I was excited to experience life in their midst and get to know them even more. I have been more in and out than expected, but the time I have had has been precious. I have seen the good, the bad, and some of the ugly (nighttime poops come to mind!). And I am totally in love with them. More than ever!
When I shared with people that I would be moving to another city, people asked how I would live without them nearby. My answer was always the same-- "It's fine. We lived a apart for a really long time, we made time for one another". Yeah. That's completely impossible. After living with these little ladies (and their mom and dad), I have determined there is NO WAY I can go for too long without seeing them and hugging them or laughing with them. Skype will tide us over between visits, but it won't quite ever be the same as waking up to the stomping, running, and laughter. I will be forever grateful to them for inviting me into their world and for sharing so much with me. It has been a truly precious few weeks (ones I will treasure forever).
But in two weeks I will move away from them and to my new city.
Funny enough their cousins (my cousin's bro and his fam) will be my temporary home when I get to Chicago-land. They also have two little girls, whom I only just started to know this summer while on vacation. Just like before I moved into my current abode, I am excited to get to know them a little bit better and become good pals with them too. As I was finalizing plans with their momma, she let me know they are already planning my welcome home baked good and what toys we are going to play with.
I told her, they'll be a great transition so I don't go "cold turkey" from munchkin-land. She laughed. But I am serious.
As I started to look for a new apartment, my eyes got misty thinking about how quiet it will all be. I will relish sleeping in and walking out the door with no worries, but really I will miss being asked to read a book before we start the day, and cuddles before I am quite ready to leave bed. Or talking about friends, or laughing about really nothing, but having it be the best part of the day.
In a time that could be overwhelming and maddening and filled worry, my days are highlighted with sticky high fives, and toothy kisses and snacktimes and laughing.
I will cherish the little moments over the next few weeks (in this home and my next) where my life will be filled with munchkins.
I feel like instead of recalling this time as trying and uneasy, I will look back fondly on the months and weeks I got to spend with so many of my munchkins.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Maybe Frank Sinatra was right...
When he crooned, "Chicago is my kind of town".
I guess I will see in another few weeks, if it's true for me.
The other day, I made the difficult choice to leave a job I have loved for ten years. The new opportunity is really the direction I want to go, but to say goodbye to what I've know and what's comfortable-- not always easy, but I can predict outcomes and to move on to the unknown is terrifying, exciting, and so many other things.
I have so much more to say, but will only hope I feel like Frank when it comes to city that I will soon call home---
I guess I will see in another few weeks, if it's true for me.
The other day, I made the difficult choice to leave a job I have loved for ten years. The new opportunity is really the direction I want to go, but to say goodbye to what I've know and what's comfortable-- not always easy, but I can predict outcomes and to move on to the unknown is terrifying, exciting, and so many other things.
I have so much more to say, but will only hope I feel like Frank when it comes to city that I will soon call home---
Now this could only happen to a guy (gal) like me
And only happen in a town like this
So may I say to each of you most gratef'lly
As I throw each one of you a kiss
This is my kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of people, too
People who smile at you
And each time I roam, Chicago is
Calling me home, Chicago is
Why I just grin like a clown
It's my kind of town
And only happen in a town like this
So may I say to each of you most gratef'lly
As I throw each one of you a kiss
This is my kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of town, Chicago is
My kind of people, too
People who smile at you
And each time I roam, Chicago is
Calling me home, Chicago is
Why I just grin like a clown
It's my kind of town
Thursday, July 11, 2013
One year.
Today, one year to the year day that I moved in, I officially moved out of my fancy little English basement and away from DC.
Not far, but far enough that I no longer watch the DC news, but the Baltimore news. I am 30.3 miles from downtown, but the drive felt like it took forever. Really, the time was almost as long from my house to that meeting location based on traffic, but this new "commute" passed more places and involved freeways.
Tuesday and Wednesday I moved all my things to the Favorites house and into storage. I am my father's child and can be very single-minded when I am on mission. I just thought through the details of the to-do's and what-have-yous; neglecting to consider what moving all my things out of my apartment actually meant. It's been a hectic few weeks with all the unknowns and changes, so I controlled the things I could and just went with the flow for everything else. (I am very good at compartmentalizing.)
Today, I turned in my keys.
I said goodbye to my landlord- the East coast cool guy; who is the least affectionate guy ever, sort of a dweeb, but frat guy at the same time (not sure how one does it, but he did). And he hugged me and said how much I'll be missed.
And my throat tightened and my eyes stung with tears.
I left.
And cried.
I cried because I am sad to be closing the chapter on this year of growth. I never expected to live here, ever. It was never part of my plan. But it seemed like a good idea and things fell into place, so I got here. I struggled with people and places and fast learning curves. I got beat up. But I came out stronger, smarter, and better for it. (I may have also gained a pants size too...ugh.) I made it through all of that and am really hitting my stride here- personally and professionally. I have a wonderful community of people that really care for me (and me them). Those people will not fall off the face of the Earth, but it will take more planning to play.
I will miss going next door to grab a cup of coffee when I forget to buy some. Or to hop on a bike and ride down to the grocery store, or the Target. I will miss the ease of hitting up the Farmer's Market. I will miss the vibrancy of an ever-busy city. I will miss visiting Bernice and her random stop-bys. I will miss being "neighbors" with the Obamas (whom I never became friends with!), and George and Abe (my pet names for the monuments). And I will miss the awe of walking downtown and seeing any one of the National sites and still being surprised, pleased and amazed that "I live here".
I know it's all silly things and that my new surroundings will have many ups, too, but I will miss it.
Believe me, there are things that I will not miss-- street cleaning days (!!!), lack of parking and dragging groceries a few blocks. But really that's it. Not much, which makes me realize how happy I was in my little space and community.
I'm not leaving the DC area, but my life is going to change. Not for the worse, at all. But change.
And I think leaving a place you love should always be acknowledged with a bit of sadness when you leave it. There are chapters in life and living in DC was brief. One year. That's not to say I won't be back once the dust settles, but I have no idea.
So today I am a little sad.
Not far, but far enough that I no longer watch the DC news, but the Baltimore news. I am 30.3 miles from downtown, but the drive felt like it took forever. Really, the time was almost as long from my house to that meeting location based on traffic, but this new "commute" passed more places and involved freeways.
Tuesday and Wednesday I moved all my things to the Favorites house and into storage. I am my father's child and can be very single-minded when I am on mission. I just thought through the details of the to-do's and what-have-yous; neglecting to consider what moving all my things out of my apartment actually meant. It's been a hectic few weeks with all the unknowns and changes, so I controlled the things I could and just went with the flow for everything else. (I am very good at compartmentalizing.)
Today, I turned in my keys.
I said goodbye to my landlord- the East coast cool guy; who is the least affectionate guy ever, sort of a dweeb, but frat guy at the same time (not sure how one does it, but he did). And he hugged me and said how much I'll be missed.
And my throat tightened and my eyes stung with tears.
I left.
And cried.
I cried because I am sad to be closing the chapter on this year of growth. I never expected to live here, ever. It was never part of my plan. But it seemed like a good idea and things fell into place, so I got here. I struggled with people and places and fast learning curves. I got beat up. But I came out stronger, smarter, and better for it. (I may have also gained a pants size too...ugh.) I made it through all of that and am really hitting my stride here- personally and professionally. I have a wonderful community of people that really care for me (and me them). Those people will not fall off the face of the Earth, but it will take more planning to play.
I will miss going next door to grab a cup of coffee when I forget to buy some. Or to hop on a bike and ride down to the grocery store, or the Target. I will miss the ease of hitting up the Farmer's Market. I will miss the vibrancy of an ever-busy city. I will miss visiting Bernice and her random stop-bys. I will miss being "neighbors" with the Obamas (whom I never became friends with!), and George and Abe (my pet names for the monuments). And I will miss the awe of walking downtown and seeing any one of the National sites and still being surprised, pleased and amazed that "I live here".
I know it's all silly things and that my new surroundings will have many ups, too, but I will miss it.
Believe me, there are things that I will not miss-- street cleaning days (!!!), lack of parking and dragging groceries a few blocks. But really that's it. Not much, which makes me realize how happy I was in my little space and community.
I'm not leaving the DC area, but my life is going to change. Not for the worse, at all. But change.
And I think leaving a place you love should always be acknowledged with a bit of sadness when you leave it. There are chapters in life and living in DC was brief. One year. That's not to say I won't be back once the dust settles, but I have no idea.
So today I am a little sad.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
somewhere over the rainbow
I have written before about Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz. Unbeknownst to me until today, I might have an odd obsession with that movie and the songs in it. Not unhealthy, per se, but weird for a 33 yo chica to like a movie meant for munchkins (pun definitely intended!).
Often in life I find myself silently humming "somewhere over the rainbow" from the Wizard of Oz as well as "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music. 'The rainbow" pops up when I am dreaming or in thought. "Favorite things" always comes up when I am nervous or scared.
Probably needless to say, "favorite things" has been in my head quite a bit these days. I take an afternoon walk to process the changing tides or spend a few extra minutes on the elliptical because I can conquer that, that song is the backdrop. I can control the outcome of those activities but I'm nervous underneath. So I hum..."raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens..." and for some reason my heart stops racing for a few minutes and a calm begins. I take a deep breath and keep on moving.
Today, however, "rainbow" sort of moved into the mix, competing for brain space with my work details, and the live Seattle music stream that constantly plays as the background of my office. In part, I blame my coffee buddy who asked some "hard" questions about my future this morning and in part I blame Aubs. (I think blame is the wrong word here, but I'll stick with it). I'll get to the coffee buddy momentarily.
But, Aubs. I've talked about her before and how proud I am of her for pursuing her dream of being a professional singer. She is doing it and doing it well. She's a professional singer. Right now, not one that makes millions but I think will be someday sooner than later. I mean, that's what she does for a living. For reals. This song is what triggered my thoughts. (I might be slightly obsessed, btw). She knows what her dream is and knows where her passion lies. She has a plan. It might be a little "bohemian" for some, but she's there. She's in it. And it's awesome.
Now back to the coffee buddy-- a very dear old pal was in town and we were able to have a coffee date before work this morning. I shared the news of the changes at work. And he asked the question everyone asks -- "what's next?". And damn if I couldn't figure out how to answer.
Seriously, this is the umpteenth person to ask, it's been a week since we got the news, and I'm still not sure how to respond. I don't really have a passion or a dream to pursue. Really, I don't.
I loved (love) what I do, but if I'm being honest, have probably needed a change for some time. But it goes back to the above question-- what's next? And I find myself stuck. I have sought out change and challenge but all within my comfort zone, with people I know and trust. And people who trust me. To change all of that on a whim, without a passion or dream guiding me, seemed a bit silly. I could move forward in my career, in a direction I liked without actually having to answer that question. But now, things have changed. I really do have to seriously consider "what's next?". So I find myself humming not my worry song, but my dreamer song.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
So with Aubs and Dorothy as inspiration, I need to start daring and dreaming.
Often in life I find myself silently humming "somewhere over the rainbow" from the Wizard of Oz as well as "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music. 'The rainbow" pops up when I am dreaming or in thought. "Favorite things" always comes up when I am nervous or scared.
Probably needless to say, "favorite things" has been in my head quite a bit these days. I take an afternoon walk to process the changing tides or spend a few extra minutes on the elliptical because I can conquer that, that song is the backdrop. I can control the outcome of those activities but I'm nervous underneath. So I hum..."raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens..." and for some reason my heart stops racing for a few minutes and a calm begins. I take a deep breath and keep on moving.
Today, however, "rainbow" sort of moved into the mix, competing for brain space with my work details, and the live Seattle music stream that constantly plays as the background of my office. In part, I blame my coffee buddy who asked some "hard" questions about my future this morning and in part I blame Aubs. (I think blame is the wrong word here, but I'll stick with it). I'll get to the coffee buddy momentarily.
But, Aubs. I've talked about her before and how proud I am of her for pursuing her dream of being a professional singer. She is doing it and doing it well. She's a professional singer. Right now, not one that makes millions but I think will be someday sooner than later. I mean, that's what she does for a living. For reals. This song is what triggered my thoughts. (I might be slightly obsessed, btw). She knows what her dream is and knows where her passion lies. She has a plan. It might be a little "bohemian" for some, but she's there. She's in it. And it's awesome.
Now back to the coffee buddy-- a very dear old pal was in town and we were able to have a coffee date before work this morning. I shared the news of the changes at work. And he asked the question everyone asks -- "what's next?". And damn if I couldn't figure out how to answer.
Seriously, this is the umpteenth person to ask, it's been a week since we got the news, and I'm still not sure how to respond. I don't really have a passion or a dream to pursue. Really, I don't.
I loved (love) what I do, but if I'm being honest, have probably needed a change for some time. But it goes back to the above question-- what's next? And I find myself stuck. I have sought out change and challenge but all within my comfort zone, with people I know and trust. And people who trust me. To change all of that on a whim, without a passion or dream guiding me, seemed a bit silly. I could move forward in my career, in a direction I liked without actually having to answer that question. But now, things have changed. I really do have to seriously consider "what's next?". So I find myself humming not my worry song, but my dreamer song.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
So with Aubs and Dorothy as inspiration, I need to start daring and dreaming.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
And the band played on...
I know it's been awhile. There's been a lot going on. I've had moments where I've thought of really awesome things to post about and then I get busy or don't feel like turning the computer back on. I planned and executed a major event and it was amazing. I had a girls weekend with three of my favorite friends and enjoyed time on the beach (always a good time). And I realized that I've been in DC for almost a year. That's just plain crazy.
One of the blog posts I was going to write was about my excitement over DC becoming home. In the recent months, I have made good friends (outside of the friends I had when I arrived here). I have created a life, a community. A life that I completely enjoy and am excited to return to after time away. Part of it is that I feel better because of the miracle drug (remicade) so I can be more active than I have been in probably 10 years (another blog I planned to write, but didn't). And part of it is this city. There is ALWAYS something happening. It just has a lively vibe. And I have fallen in love with it. I hit my stride with people I have to work with and figured out how things work, so my job is easier. Not easy per se, but more manageable. Easier because I know how to get places now and know what streets to avoid at certain times. It's all part of becoming acclimated.
Before I could write and gush about the joy in all of that of that, things changed. Not my love for this city and most of the people in it, but my situation.
On Monday, my world was turned upside down. Things at work got complicated. Things changed. And I am forced to make some major decisions and fast. Sigh.
In the short term, I am headed to live with my favorite little family. They are sharing their home with me while the dust settles and I gain a better grasp on what my future holds. While they are DC- adjacent and my work will still bring me into the district on a fairly regular basis, it's not quite the same. I will miss my home. I will be forever grateful to them for welcoming me into their home and daily lives. It will be a change for all of us. But I have no doubt really good things will come from our time together. (I am really hoping the littlest one may not burst into tears every time I look at her because I am not her momma. Small victories.) And I know having my favorites as roommates for a little bit is actually pretty amazing.
It's only Thursday and we made a plan. Set some dates and some expectations. We might be a little more alike than I ever thought. ;)
And I am grateful.
I am grateful to them.
I am grateful to my parents for their support and no questions asked helpfulness.
I am grateful to my bro and SIL for tossing out ideas and offers.
I am grateful to my HLP for calling every day and listening and understanding when I monopolize the conversation.
And I am grateful to the people I work with. We are all in the same boat and asking the same questions. But we are supportive of one another. And continue to get the work done. The work ethic continues to impress me as we face uncertain times and uncertain futures. As a team, we are putting our heads down and getting stuff done. We are making sure the events that will be the last in a city are amazing. Ensuring that the city we are leaving will be left with a longing for us to return.
All of it makes me both happy and sad at the same time. Happy to work for a company that employs people of this caliber. People who are strong, determined. People who are loyal. And sad because we might soon have to say goodbye to one another-- for one reason or another.
As someone once said-- The only thing in life that is constant and consistent is that things will change. (or something like that. You get it.)
Things are changing. They always do. And while it might not be what I had pictured, I know it will all work out in the end because of the love and support that surrounds me. Hell, I NEVER intended to live in or work in DC and here I am super sad to see it changing. While I might have some worry in the coming weeks and months, I know something great is ahead and I look forward to the day that I can look back on this and say, "remember when?".
Until then, I'm packing and planning. I will embrace the unknown and hope for the best. If you call, I may get choked up, but that's to be expected I think at least for a bit. But it will come to an end- one way or another and will work out as it is supposed to. Until then, let the band play on....
One of the blog posts I was going to write was about my excitement over DC becoming home. In the recent months, I have made good friends (outside of the friends I had when I arrived here). I have created a life, a community. A life that I completely enjoy and am excited to return to after time away. Part of it is that I feel better because of the miracle drug (remicade) so I can be more active than I have been in probably 10 years (another blog I planned to write, but didn't). And part of it is this city. There is ALWAYS something happening. It just has a lively vibe. And I have fallen in love with it. I hit my stride with people I have to work with and figured out how things work, so my job is easier. Not easy per se, but more manageable. Easier because I know how to get places now and know what streets to avoid at certain times. It's all part of becoming acclimated.
Before I could write and gush about the joy in all of that of that, things changed. Not my love for this city and most of the people in it, but my situation.
On Monday, my world was turned upside down. Things at work got complicated. Things changed. And I am forced to make some major decisions and fast. Sigh.
In the short term, I am headed to live with my favorite little family. They are sharing their home with me while the dust settles and I gain a better grasp on what my future holds. While they are DC- adjacent and my work will still bring me into the district on a fairly regular basis, it's not quite the same. I will miss my home. I will be forever grateful to them for welcoming me into their home and daily lives. It will be a change for all of us. But I have no doubt really good things will come from our time together. (I am really hoping the littlest one may not burst into tears every time I look at her because I am not her momma. Small victories.) And I know having my favorites as roommates for a little bit is actually pretty amazing.
It's only Thursday and we made a plan. Set some dates and some expectations. We might be a little more alike than I ever thought. ;)
And I am grateful.
I am grateful to them.
I am grateful to my parents for their support and no questions asked helpfulness.
I am grateful to my bro and SIL for tossing out ideas and offers.
I am grateful to my HLP for calling every day and listening and understanding when I monopolize the conversation.
And I am grateful to the people I work with. We are all in the same boat and asking the same questions. But we are supportive of one another. And continue to get the work done. The work ethic continues to impress me as we face uncertain times and uncertain futures. As a team, we are putting our heads down and getting stuff done. We are making sure the events that will be the last in a city are amazing. Ensuring that the city we are leaving will be left with a longing for us to return.
All of it makes me both happy and sad at the same time. Happy to work for a company that employs people of this caliber. People who are strong, determined. People who are loyal. And sad because we might soon have to say goodbye to one another-- for one reason or another.
As someone once said-- The only thing in life that is constant and consistent is that things will change. (or something like that. You get it.)
Things are changing. They always do. And while it might not be what I had pictured, I know it will all work out in the end because of the love and support that surrounds me. Hell, I NEVER intended to live in or work in DC and here I am super sad to see it changing. While I might have some worry in the coming weeks and months, I know something great is ahead and I look forward to the day that I can look back on this and say, "remember when?".
Until then, I'm packing and planning. I will embrace the unknown and hope for the best. If you call, I may get choked up, but that's to be expected I think at least for a bit. But it will come to an end- one way or another and will work out as it is supposed to. Until then, let the band play on....
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Please and Thank you and other such things
When I was younger I had friends who would tease me about the way I answered the phone or the way I would ask for them when I called their houses. You remember back in the day when you actually had to call someone's home to get them on the phone and when (gasp) their mom/dad/sibling picked up? Or before call waiting (double gasp!)?*
Anyway, when I called I was taught to say "Hi, Mrs Soandso, may I speak with...?". And when I picked up the phone and someone asked for me, I replied, "this is she.". Polite. Nice phone etiquette. (In fact, that politeness won me some babysitting gigs over other of-age girls in the hood. well, that and my neat handwriting.) I digress again...
Being polite got me what I wanted-- the person I needed to speak with, the job, the respect I deserved. I was taught well. We said please and thank you all the time at our house. We knew that it was important. We were taught that you said those things out of respect for the person with whom you were interacting.
I have maintained that level of politeness into my grown-up life. When you get a gift, you send a thank you. When someone does something nice for you, you acknowledge them. (Anyone that follows this blog or knows me at all, knows I am huge fan of real mail and thank you notes are a big part of that.) My favorite blog, just did a little project about spreading the joy with thanks. Please and thank you, as I learned, can go a long way to help you get what you want and to make sure people around you feel appreciated for what they do for you.
Lately, in my job, I have really started to question the effectiveness of this way of thinking. People are not polite. They are entitled. They seem to not care. And are just plain rude. I'm not saying everyone, but I can confidently say it is a vast majority of people out there. From the produce lady who didn't see if I was okay when I slipped on a tomato in the produce section (another story for another time) to my arch nemesis at the parks office. I am polite and think of others. And yet others do not. No regard for others feelings, time, or need.
It is driving me crazy!
Miss Manners may have died, but the lessons she taught and the lessons every single one of us should have learned in Kindergarten (or before) should hold true even in adulthood. Possibly more so!
Say Please. Say Thank you.
Simply words that can make a world of difference! And can help make you acknowledge that others exist.
Things I will remember in my daily interactions and things I will remember when I someone of great power (note: not if, but when...)
Thank you!
*I do have to say, I somewhat miss the surprise of not knowing who is calling. And what do girls (and boys) do when they "like" someone now? You can't stalk them now. If you call more than once, they know! Man, that changes the way to communicate in the 7th grade! And what about prank calls?! That was such a fun sleepover game! Shucks-- kids are kind of missing out.
Anyway, when I called I was taught to say "Hi, Mrs Soandso, may I speak with...?". And when I picked up the phone and someone asked for me, I replied, "this is she.". Polite. Nice phone etiquette. (In fact, that politeness won me some babysitting gigs over other of-age girls in the hood. well, that and my neat handwriting.) I digress again...
Being polite got me what I wanted-- the person I needed to speak with, the job, the respect I deserved. I was taught well. We said please and thank you all the time at our house. We knew that it was important. We were taught that you said those things out of respect for the person with whom you were interacting.
I have maintained that level of politeness into my grown-up life. When you get a gift, you send a thank you. When someone does something nice for you, you acknowledge them. (Anyone that follows this blog or knows me at all, knows I am huge fan of real mail and thank you notes are a big part of that.) My favorite blog, just did a little project about spreading the joy with thanks. Please and thank you, as I learned, can go a long way to help you get what you want and to make sure people around you feel appreciated for what they do for you.
Lately, in my job, I have really started to question the effectiveness of this way of thinking. People are not polite. They are entitled. They seem to not care. And are just plain rude. I'm not saying everyone, but I can confidently say it is a vast majority of people out there. From the produce lady who didn't see if I was okay when I slipped on a tomato in the produce section (another story for another time) to my arch nemesis at the parks office. I am polite and think of others. And yet others do not. No regard for others feelings, time, or need.
It is driving me crazy!
Miss Manners may have died, but the lessons she taught and the lessons every single one of us should have learned in Kindergarten (or before) should hold true even in adulthood. Possibly more so!
Say Please. Say Thank you.
Simply words that can make a world of difference! And can help make you acknowledge that others exist.
Things I will remember in my daily interactions and things I will remember when I someone of great power (note: not if, but when...)
Thank you!
*I do have to say, I somewhat miss the surprise of not knowing who is calling. And what do girls (and boys) do when they "like" someone now? You can't stalk them now. If you call more than once, they know! Man, that changes the way to communicate in the 7th grade! And what about prank calls?! That was such a fun sleepover game! Shucks-- kids are kind of missing out.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
The Cherry Blossoms
It's been a complex few weeks. Testing me emotionally at seemingly every other turn.
As I indicted in my last post, I lost a friend. I was able to attend her funeral and celebrate her life with those that loved her most. And while I wasn't super close to her, I was able to be there for those people who loved her with all of their beings. I could give a support touch when it looked like they were about to break. I could hug them. Of course, I got choked up. Who wouldn't? And while I didn't cry for me, I cried for those that loved her most. I put myself in their shoes and my heart shattered. I held it together for most of the day, even while talking to my dad. Then as I walked into my house, a neighbor complimented my outfit and asked where I had been that I needed to be so fancy (seeing as I normally wear jeans, tshirts, and yoga pants, a dress with heels was quite the departure). As I opened my mouth to explain where I had been, a sob escaped and the pieces of my heart spilled out in tears. Needless to say, I quickly explained and walked inside. Likely, that neighbor will never again compliment me. Whoops!
And while digesting that loss and it's effect on me, my work life, and people I love, I found out that an old friend lost his mother to cancer. I have not seen her since I was 16. The 'friend' was my first boyfriend. We've remained in touch via Facebook. When we broke up, it wasn't because we didn't like each other; we were 16 and not ever going to stay together forever. I could not have asked for a better first boyfriend. While together, I spent lots of time at his house and with his parents. When he shared that his mom had died, I, again, sort of quietly fell apart.
Then Thursday, some work stuff fell apart and made my world flip sideways. While not tragic, it was just one more thing. I have a super supportive team and know we can tackle it, so I took it in stride. But at the end of the day and at the end of that week it was just one more thing. Sigh. Following some heated chats on how to move forward, I mandated myself to walk away at 5pm and finally go see the Cherry Blossoms in full bloom before the rain and wind potentially swept them away on Thursday night.
The 2.4 mile drive from my house to the Tidal Basin took almost 2 full hours! Needless to say, this was the least pleasing decision I had ever made. I may have sworn more than a few times! I debated about turning around but decided it would be just as bad going home and I would be super pissed if I missed it, so just stuck with it. I got to the Tidal Basin and found super star parking (bonus), so I pulled on my long sleeves (it was getting breezy!) and walked toward the Basin.
It was, as expected, thick with people. And I now understand why. The cherry blossoms are magical. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true. There were 1000s of people around this 2.5 mile loop of the Tidal Basin and everyone was grinning. Everyone was joyful. And somehow it was serene. Obviously, there was some maneuvering required and I got stopped quite often to take pictures for people. But there was such a sense of delight everywhere you looked. It was exactly what I needed.
A few week ago on a guided tour, the NPS guy mentioned something about the blossoms meaning and it's a little like a rebirth. As I walked about, I kept thinking about the meaning of the Japanese Cherry Blossoms. I looked it up today--
The guide explained it a little differently and included something about the rebirth after the blossoms fade, it's close enough.
As I walked around and took in the essence of the fairyland, I kept thinking about that--after sadness and suffering, there is hope and it will pass to lead to new and better things.
There is always hope.
There is a silver lining coming.
There is a lesson to be learned.
There will be a rainbow after the rain.
There is beauty in the world. Sometimes I just need to drive through horrendous traffic and test the strength of my patience but the beauty, peace and magic is coming.
Moving into this week, I had hope for better things ahead. Sadly, my heart has been broken a little more. The tragedy at the Boston Marathon and then some of my loves have gotten some sad news. In both cases, the tragedy is not mine. But it affects people I love and thus I carry it in my heart. My hope is that everyone affected can get through that 'traffic' and find the magic and the peace even amongst the chaos of a thousand people.
As I indicted in my last post, I lost a friend. I was able to attend her funeral and celebrate her life with those that loved her most. And while I wasn't super close to her, I was able to be there for those people who loved her with all of their beings. I could give a support touch when it looked like they were about to break. I could hug them. Of course, I got choked up. Who wouldn't? And while I didn't cry for me, I cried for those that loved her most. I put myself in their shoes and my heart shattered. I held it together for most of the day, even while talking to my dad. Then as I walked into my house, a neighbor complimented my outfit and asked where I had been that I needed to be so fancy (seeing as I normally wear jeans, tshirts, and yoga pants, a dress with heels was quite the departure). As I opened my mouth to explain where I had been, a sob escaped and the pieces of my heart spilled out in tears. Needless to say, I quickly explained and walked inside. Likely, that neighbor will never again compliment me. Whoops!
And while digesting that loss and it's effect on me, my work life, and people I love, I found out that an old friend lost his mother to cancer. I have not seen her since I was 16. The 'friend' was my first boyfriend. We've remained in touch via Facebook. When we broke up, it wasn't because we didn't like each other; we were 16 and not ever going to stay together forever. I could not have asked for a better first boyfriend. While together, I spent lots of time at his house and with his parents. When he shared that his mom had died, I, again, sort of quietly fell apart.
Then Thursday, some work stuff fell apart and made my world flip sideways. While not tragic, it was just one more thing. I have a super supportive team and know we can tackle it, so I took it in stride. But at the end of the day and at the end of that week it was just one more thing. Sigh. Following some heated chats on how to move forward, I mandated myself to walk away at 5pm and finally go see the Cherry Blossoms in full bloom before the rain and wind potentially swept them away on Thursday night.
The 2.4 mile drive from my house to the Tidal Basin took almost 2 full hours! Needless to say, this was the least pleasing decision I had ever made. I may have sworn more than a few times! I debated about turning around but decided it would be just as bad going home and I would be super pissed if I missed it, so just stuck with it. I got to the Tidal Basin and found super star parking (bonus), so I pulled on my long sleeves (it was getting breezy!) and walked toward the Basin.
It was, as expected, thick with people. And I now understand why. The cherry blossoms are magical. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true. There were 1000s of people around this 2.5 mile loop of the Tidal Basin and everyone was grinning. Everyone was joyful. And somehow it was serene. Obviously, there was some maneuvering required and I got stopped quite often to take pictures for people. But there was such a sense of delight everywhere you looked. It was exactly what I needed.
A few week ago on a guided tour, the NPS guy mentioned something about the blossoms meaning and it's a little like a rebirth. As I walked about, I kept thinking about the meaning of the Japanese Cherry Blossoms. I looked it up today--
The cherry blossom is a very delicate flower that blooms for a very short time. For the Japanese this represents the transience of life. This concept ties in very deeply with the fundamental teachings of Buddhism that state all life is suffering and transitory. The Japanese have long held strong to the Buddhist belief of the transitory nature of life and it is very noble to not get too attached to a particular outcome or not become emotional because it will all pass in time.
The guide explained it a little differently and included something about the rebirth after the blossoms fade, it's close enough.
As I walked around and took in the essence of the fairyland, I kept thinking about that--after sadness and suffering, there is hope and it will pass to lead to new and better things.
There is always hope.
There is a silver lining coming.
There is a lesson to be learned.
There will be a rainbow after the rain.
There is beauty in the world. Sometimes I just need to drive through horrendous traffic and test the strength of my patience but the beauty, peace and magic is coming.
Moving into this week, I had hope for better things ahead. Sadly, my heart has been broken a little more. The tragedy at the Boston Marathon and then some of my loves have gotten some sad news. In both cases, the tragedy is not mine. But it affects people I love and thus I carry it in my heart. My hope is that everyone affected can get through that 'traffic' and find the magic and the peace even amongst the chaos of a thousand people.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Loss of a Sparkler
Today, the world lost a sparkler. And I am sad.
My colleague and friend lost her 9 year battle with breast cancer today.
She was brave and graceful in the face of struggles that none of can truly understand unless we, too, go through it.
She made a positive impact on the world by sharing herself and sharing her journey. There were pieces that only those closest to her will ever know. But everyone she met felt as though they were her best pal.
She was special.
She will forever be remembered.
Rest in Peace, dear Bridget.
http://mybiggirlpants.blogspot.com/
My colleague and friend lost her 9 year battle with breast cancer today.
She was brave and graceful in the face of struggles that none of can truly understand unless we, too, go through it.
She made a positive impact on the world by sharing herself and sharing her journey. There were pieces that only those closest to her will ever know. But everyone she met felt as though they were her best pal.
She was special.
She will forever be remembered.
Rest in Peace, dear Bridget.
http://mybiggirlpants.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Without my crack...
In an earlier post, I mentioned that I was entertained by the show Downton Abbey. Nope that's not a spelling error. It is, in fact, spelled and pronounced Downton.
Well, while the show kept me busy and entertained during my infusions, it has now turned into a full blown obsession! Seriously, I may have a problem.
When I returned from Seattle, I went to Best Buy and bought the things to connect the computer to the TV with the intention of a proper marathon! Life is busy and TV obviously took a second seat, thus it took me a few weeks before I actually got it all set.
This last week was so gray and gloomy (and cold!), I finally got it together and set up the TV/computer with the Hulu link and sat down for a proper marathon. I got through a few episodes and it was time for bed before I knew it. Between my treatments and Sunday night I got through all of season 1.
To say I enjoyed the show is an understatement. I LOVE this show!
I literally couldn't wait for the work day to come to an end yesterday so I could turn it back on! I was desperate to see if Lady Mary and Matthew would end up seeing that they love each other. And wanted to see if Sybil ended up with the driver. I mean, would Granny handle it all or would she poo-poo it all?! And will Thomas and Miss O'Brien ever get their due (ugh, I despise them!).
Before my trip to Seattle (and the introduction to my crack), I had zero interest or care in such things. In fact, if someone would have referred to Ladyship or Lords, I would have thought of the Khloe Kardashian's boyfriend (Lord Disick), which might be worse if I really think about it. But now. Well, now I have this ridiculous desire to watch this show until I get to the very end. It sort of reminds me of those nights when you are reading such a good book and just can't seem to put it down. That is how I feel about this show. I can see you rolling your eyes. But don't judge until you watch! I realize it's ridiculous, but I love it.
Today I got to the end of season 2. And again, I find myself wanting for more.
But I can't seem to find it available to view. And it's making me crazy!
I may actually break down and buy the damn season....seriously.
This is my crack. And I feel a bit crazy. I am generally not an obsessive person. Or a huge fan of soap operas. but I just love it and can't seem to get enough. I also know many others just like me.
I also found out there is a season 4. My TiVo is set and will record it when the time comes.
Between now and then, I will continue my search to fill my need for the crack and catch up through the end of season 3.
So you'll have to excuse me if I start to wear hats and proper attire when invited to dinner.
And perhaps forgive me for referring to people by proper names. There is something so delightful about it all. The proper attire, the titles, the courtships---I just love it.
I am waiting with bated breath to see where it goes from here!
Ps-- if you know of where I can obtain Season 3--shoot me a note! I'd owe you.
Well, while the show kept me busy and entertained during my infusions, it has now turned into a full blown obsession! Seriously, I may have a problem.
When I returned from Seattle, I went to Best Buy and bought the things to connect the computer to the TV with the intention of a proper marathon! Life is busy and TV obviously took a second seat, thus it took me a few weeks before I actually got it all set.
This last week was so gray and gloomy (and cold!), I finally got it together and set up the TV/computer with the Hulu link and sat down for a proper marathon. I got through a few episodes and it was time for bed before I knew it. Between my treatments and Sunday night I got through all of season 1.
To say I enjoyed the show is an understatement. I LOVE this show!
I literally couldn't wait for the work day to come to an end yesterday so I could turn it back on! I was desperate to see if Lady Mary and Matthew would end up seeing that they love each other. And wanted to see if Sybil ended up with the driver. I mean, would Granny handle it all or would she poo-poo it all?! And will Thomas and Miss O'Brien ever get their due (ugh, I despise them!).
Before my trip to Seattle (and the introduction to my crack), I had zero interest or care in such things. In fact, if someone would have referred to Ladyship or Lords, I would have thought of the Khloe Kardashian's boyfriend (Lord Disick), which might be worse if I really think about it. But now. Well, now I have this ridiculous desire to watch this show until I get to the very end. It sort of reminds me of those nights when you are reading such a good book and just can't seem to put it down. That is how I feel about this show. I can see you rolling your eyes. But don't judge until you watch! I realize it's ridiculous, but I love it.
Today I got to the end of season 2. And again, I find myself wanting for more.
But I can't seem to find it available to view. And it's making me crazy!
I may actually break down and buy the damn season....seriously.
This is my crack. And I feel a bit crazy. I am generally not an obsessive person. Or a huge fan of soap operas. but I just love it and can't seem to get enough. I also know many others just like me.
I also found out there is a season 4. My TiVo is set and will record it when the time comes.
Between now and then, I will continue my search to fill my need for the crack and catch up through the end of season 3.
So you'll have to excuse me if I start to wear hats and proper attire when invited to dinner.
And perhaps forgive me for referring to people by proper names. There is something so delightful about it all. The proper attire, the titles, the courtships---I just love it.
I am waiting with bated breath to see where it goes from here!
Ps-- if you know of where I can obtain Season 3--shoot me a note! I'd owe you.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Dreams of spring
Today I woke up to snow.
Yep. Snow.
It is March 25. And I live in the South! What is up?!
While I enjoy snow, I do not enjoy snow in the end of March. Especially, when I live in a warm(ish) place!
I am sitting here,wearing my cozy blanket-like sweatshirt and shudder to think about heading outdoors, thus I am procrastinating by dreaming of spring....
And new sandals with pretty spring-colored toes:
And spring dresses to wear with the sandals into the warm summer months:
And cherry blossoms (photos from last year's adventures):
And favorite spring memories from the past (my last spring in Seattle)--
The annual spring break visitors arrive on Thursday. These temps better get warmer so we can have new adventures!
Yep. Snow.
It is March 25. And I live in the South! What is up?!
While I enjoy snow, I do not enjoy snow in the end of March. Especially, when I live in a warm(ish) place!
I am sitting here,wearing my cozy blanket-like sweatshirt and shudder to think about heading outdoors, thus I am procrastinating by dreaming of spring....
And new sandals with pretty spring-colored toes:
And spring dresses to wear with the sandals into the warm summer months:
And cherry blossoms (photos from last year's adventures):
And favorite spring memories from the past (my last spring in Seattle)--
The annual spring break visitors arrive on Thursday. These temps better get warmer so we can have new adventures!
Monday, March 18, 2013
Adventures in Cooking
Since starting the new eating plan-- no flour, no sugar, no soy, I have really started to experiment in the kitchen. When ordering pizza from my guys across the street is no longer a fall back option, one needs to get a little creative.
It's been so fun!
I have found new blogs to follow. I found some things on Pinterest (I mean, who knew?!), and have just expanded my horizons.
Obviously, some recipes are total flops-- Creamy cauliflower garlic rice comes to mind. I may attempt this again with some adjustments but it will definitely not be an instant go-to. Or Quinoa Broccoli baked cheese dish, which I will not make again. Quinoa in a grain form is not as good as a noodle so cannot mimic Macaroni ad cheese. On the other hand I did use quinoa pasta and made an AMAZING macaroni and cheese with some broccoli last week. Seriously, yum! Really.
This past weekend I was motivated and feeling awesome. I did not have a sleep in Saturday since the neighbors have taken to being super loud in the mornings...not cool. But it did mean I was up and ready to hit the day running. I cleaned and then did some cooking and socialized a wee bit. Amazing what can be accomplished when you're feeling good!
For breakfast I made Raspberry Chocolate Muffins--
AMAZING! Seriously-- YUM! And really not all that bad for ya, chocolate not withstanding of course.
I ventured out to be an observer of the Rock & Roll Marathon and got a little chilly. When I got home, I wanted something warm and cozy. After some inspiration from pals, I ended up with a craving for Tortilla Soup.
I made a Mexican Chicken soup adapted from two different recipes.
http://www.onceuponachef.com/2011/01/chicken-tortilla-soup.html
http://detoxinista.com/2013/03/mexican-chicken-soup-with-vegetarian-option/
Again, SO good!
Plus, this bad boy allowed me to use my new kitchen gadget-- the immersion blender. I am obsessed with how fun it is to use! Though next time I need to remember to keep it better under control because I found soup splatter marks ALL over the kitchen! Whoops.
And then, as if the above wasn't quite enough, I was craving something a little sweet and decided to make Peanut Butter Brownies. YUM-O! Seriously I am convinced these are so good that I could trick others into thinking they were normal brownies. Delicious!
It was a delicious weekend of good food. I've got some other things lined up to try out this week. I'll keep ya posted!
No matter what I have really enjoyed being in the kitchen and trying out new things. Plus, it's all so good for me! Whole, healthy foods. Yumminess.
**sorry about the wonky pics. I'm not sure what's up and can't seem to fix them. But even with the wonky you get the idea.
It's been so fun!
I have found new blogs to follow. I found some things on Pinterest (I mean, who knew?!), and have just expanded my horizons.
Obviously, some recipes are total flops-- Creamy cauliflower garlic rice comes to mind. I may attempt this again with some adjustments but it will definitely not be an instant go-to. Or Quinoa Broccoli baked cheese dish, which I will not make again. Quinoa in a grain form is not as good as a noodle so cannot mimic Macaroni ad cheese. On the other hand I did use quinoa pasta and made an AMAZING macaroni and cheese with some broccoli last week. Seriously, yum! Really.
This past weekend I was motivated and feeling awesome. I did not have a sleep in Saturday since the neighbors have taken to being super loud in the mornings...not cool. But it did mean I was up and ready to hit the day running. I cleaned and then did some cooking and socialized a wee bit. Amazing what can be accomplished when you're feeling good!
For breakfast I made Raspberry Chocolate Muffins--
AMAZING! Seriously-- YUM! And really not all that bad for ya, chocolate not withstanding of course.
I ventured out to be an observer of the Rock & Roll Marathon and got a little chilly. When I got home, I wanted something warm and cozy. After some inspiration from pals, I ended up with a craving for Tortilla Soup.
I made a Mexican Chicken soup adapted from two different recipes.
http://www.onceuponachef.com/2011/01/chicken-tortilla-soup.html
http://detoxinista.com/2013/03/mexican-chicken-soup-with-vegetarian-option/
Again, SO good!
Plus, this bad boy allowed me to use my new kitchen gadget-- the immersion blender. I am obsessed with how fun it is to use! Though next time I need to remember to keep it better under control because I found soup splatter marks ALL over the kitchen! Whoops.
And then, as if the above wasn't quite enough, I was craving something a little sweet and decided to make Peanut Butter Brownies. YUM-O! Seriously I am convinced these are so good that I could trick others into thinking they were normal brownies. Delicious!
It was a delicious weekend of good food. I've got some other things lined up to try out this week. I'll keep ya posted!
No matter what I have really enjoyed being in the kitchen and trying out new things. Plus, it's all so good for me! Whole, healthy foods. Yumminess.
**sorry about the wonky pics. I'm not sure what's up and can't seem to fix them. But even with the wonky you get the idea.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
The Next step...
So, in addition to the no sugar, no flour experiment (see here), I began a new medication yesterday. This seems like a lot of change all at once. And change usually menas I have been feeling super rough, so experimenting needs to happen to find a solution to fix the rough and put a patch on it. But not this time. This time things have been fairly status-quo, well as status-quo as things go in my world. I've not been feeling bad. Actually, I've been feeling pretty good (relatively speaking). But that relative feeling of good can lead me to a place of complacency, where a good surprise dose of bad can sneak up on me and take me out for a few days. But not this time. Nope, I am in fighter mode. I am on a mission to find a solution that works (at least for awhile). I want to at least try and stop the damage I see getting worse every year this continues. And if something will help, I am on board! Let's try it. It's not like it can get worse, right?
Prednisone is the one medication that has worked over the course of the last 9 years (yep, I've been sick for that long...insane!). It was the medication that took me from thinking at 24 I would have to move home and be taken care of by my parents for the rest of my life to being able to know I would be just fine on my own, like a 24 year old should be. And it happened in less than 5 days flat! Incredible. But with that triumph comes some consequence. It leads to weight-gain (for reals), a roundness to the face (moon-face), facial hair (always attractive on a lady!), and other non-visible things like brittle bones, anemia and other fun things. So after 9 years and many ups and downs with that miracle maker it is time to see what life could be without it.
While in Seattle, my amazing doctor started to discuss the idea of Remecade with me. He is a crazy smart dude, with an incredible bed-side manner. (Loved him!). After some discussion and research, I got on board. I've been through every other treatment that should work, but they don't.(Hence why I am always described as a mystery by medical professionals.) The prednisone is the constant and winner when it comes to keeping the symptoms and damage of my disease at bay. But it creates its own damages. It was time to try something new (and maybe a little scary).
Then I moved.
And as any doctor who I have seen does, my new doc in DC needed to confirm that I actually have sarcoidosis, since I do not fit the mold at all. It was confirmed. Then she also suggested Remecade as a treatment plan. So, after much less effort to gain approval from the insurance company ( 4 weeks instead of 3 months), I began the Remecade treatments yesterday. After going in for my first treatment, I do understand why insurance fights. It's pricey and once you start, you always have to go. There's no stopping and starting this mediciation because once stopped the body becomes immune to it's power. (The body continues to amaze me!). And there's a lot of expense involved. You go to the hospital for the infusion. I didn't mention that this can only be administered via an IV in an infusion room. So, you have nurses, the room, the juices offered, the tylenol and benedryl (all at hospital prices). And that doesn't include the cost of the medication. It is mind-boggling. But I am lucky and have a job that provides health insurance. Insurance that took the information provided to them and decided while it may be an experiment, it just might work in the favor of their patients health. (Maybe a few calls from said patient in her sassy pants mode put them over the edge...).
Yesterday, I geared up and put on my big girl pants (as my brave friend Bridget would say) and went for my first infusion. I really didn't know what to expect. And while I put on a brave face, my heart was racing (and my blood pressure skyrocketed!) and I may have teared up a tiny bit. Anne, the Infusion Dept Director and her cohort Joanne immediately made me feel a little more at ease. They were kind and expertly inserted the IV (I always get nervous because I have wonky veins..of course). I was still a little nervous as I sat in the room alone and started the treatment. I have never been more grateful to "santa" for a gift than I was at the moment I busted out the iPad and watched a little Downton Abbey (thanks to my friends Emily and Samantha for making me wacth the season 2 finale, I am now hooked). So instead of being nervous, I relaxed with some apple juice and watch as the Lordship and Ladyship handled their random affairs. Before I could start a third episode, the treatment was over and it was time for me to head out.
I will return in two weeks for a second treatment, then again in 4 week after that. From there, if things go as planned, I will visit the infusion center every 8 weeks for a little visit with Anne and Joanne and continue to catch up on Downton Abbey.
I am not sure what the future holds and if this will be the thing to help my cause, but I am glad to be giving it a go! Fingers crossed.
Prednisone is the one medication that has worked over the course of the last 9 years (yep, I've been sick for that long...insane!). It was the medication that took me from thinking at 24 I would have to move home and be taken care of by my parents for the rest of my life to being able to know I would be just fine on my own, like a 24 year old should be. And it happened in less than 5 days flat! Incredible. But with that triumph comes some consequence. It leads to weight-gain (for reals), a roundness to the face (moon-face), facial hair (always attractive on a lady!), and other non-visible things like brittle bones, anemia and other fun things. So after 9 years and many ups and downs with that miracle maker it is time to see what life could be without it.
While in Seattle, my amazing doctor started to discuss the idea of Remecade with me. He is a crazy smart dude, with an incredible bed-side manner. (Loved him!). After some discussion and research, I got on board. I've been through every other treatment that should work, but they don't.(Hence why I am always described as a mystery by medical professionals.) The prednisone is the constant and winner when it comes to keeping the symptoms and damage of my disease at bay. But it creates its own damages. It was time to try something new (and maybe a little scary).
Then I moved.
And as any doctor who I have seen does, my new doc in DC needed to confirm that I actually have sarcoidosis, since I do not fit the mold at all. It was confirmed. Then she also suggested Remecade as a treatment plan. So, after much less effort to gain approval from the insurance company ( 4 weeks instead of 3 months), I began the Remecade treatments yesterday. After going in for my first treatment, I do understand why insurance fights. It's pricey and once you start, you always have to go. There's no stopping and starting this mediciation because once stopped the body becomes immune to it's power. (The body continues to amaze me!). And there's a lot of expense involved. You go to the hospital for the infusion. I didn't mention that this can only be administered via an IV in an infusion room. So, you have nurses, the room, the juices offered, the tylenol and benedryl (all at hospital prices). And that doesn't include the cost of the medication. It is mind-boggling. But I am lucky and have a job that provides health insurance. Insurance that took the information provided to them and decided while it may be an experiment, it just might work in the favor of their patients health. (Maybe a few calls from said patient in her sassy pants mode put them over the edge...).
Yesterday, I geared up and put on my big girl pants (as my brave friend Bridget would say) and went for my first infusion. I really didn't know what to expect. And while I put on a brave face, my heart was racing (and my blood pressure skyrocketed!) and I may have teared up a tiny bit. Anne, the Infusion Dept Director and her cohort Joanne immediately made me feel a little more at ease. They were kind and expertly inserted the IV (I always get nervous because I have wonky veins..of course). I was still a little nervous as I sat in the room alone and started the treatment. I have never been more grateful to "santa" for a gift than I was at the moment I busted out the iPad and watched a little Downton Abbey (thanks to my friends Emily and Samantha for making me wacth the season 2 finale, I am now hooked). So instead of being nervous, I relaxed with some apple juice and watch as the Lordship and Ladyship handled their random affairs. Before I could start a third episode, the treatment was over and it was time for me to head out.
I will return in two weeks for a second treatment, then again in 4 week after that. From there, if things go as planned, I will visit the infusion center every 8 weeks for a little visit with Anne and Joanne and continue to catch up on Downton Abbey.
I am not sure what the future holds and if this will be the thing to help my cause, but I am glad to be giving it a go! Fingers crossed.
Schulte Days
(should have been posted 2/26...computer issues apparently)
This weekend I was able to spend a quiet weekend with my family. It started as a trip to attend the annual Schulte Days extravaganza that the Dude and Dudette host annually. That party ended up getting cancelled due to plague-like flu situations. I stayed with the plan for a few reasons, and believe me it WAS SO WORTH IT!
I enjoyed some quality one-on-one time with each of them. That never happens. Usually we're all together, when we're together (which is fun) but it was so nice to have time with each one of them and just really talk.
Mom and I had a "spa" day and got all girlie. So nice and just a good treat. Then I introduced her to the wedding shows on TLC. Watching them with her was super funny. She was so appauled and that just cracked me up.
Saturday we celebrated my birthday a few weeks early with a trip to the Western wear store, to get me some cowboy boots (like the rest of my family) and then went out for a yummy dinner.
I ended up spending the night at the dude and dudette's. And just hung out and chatted. Sunday morning we woke up and the dude made a yummy breakfast, then we finallygot our game on. (You should know we LOVE games...Jen does not so much, so when A and I are together we always play a game!). Then Jen and I went and spent a whole bunch of money at the outlet mall (we are REALLY good at that together!).
Then I headed back home and mom and papa made me a super yummy no sugar, no flour dinner, including dessert! My mom is a genius and found an incredible dessert recipe with no sugar.
And Monday, it was a work day for me and hang out with the retired guy. We enjoyed a two hour car adventure and relived our cross country adventures from last summer.
It was a great weekend with my family and such an unexpected one.
I am a lucky lady!
This weekend I was able to spend a quiet weekend with my family. It started as a trip to attend the annual Schulte Days extravaganza that the Dude and Dudette host annually. That party ended up getting cancelled due to plague-like flu situations. I stayed with the plan for a few reasons, and believe me it WAS SO WORTH IT!
I enjoyed some quality one-on-one time with each of them. That never happens. Usually we're all together, when we're together (which is fun) but it was so nice to have time with each one of them and just really talk.
Mom and I had a "spa" day and got all girlie. So nice and just a good treat. Then I introduced her to the wedding shows on TLC. Watching them with her was super funny. She was so appauled and that just cracked me up.
Saturday we celebrated my birthday a few weeks early with a trip to the Western wear store, to get me some cowboy boots (like the rest of my family) and then went out for a yummy dinner.
I ended up spending the night at the dude and dudette's. And just hung out and chatted. Sunday morning we woke up and the dude made a yummy breakfast, then we finallygot our game on. (You should know we LOVE games...Jen does not so much, so when A and I are together we always play a game!). Then Jen and I went and spent a whole bunch of money at the outlet mall (we are REALLY good at that together!).
Then I headed back home and mom and papa made me a super yummy no sugar, no flour dinner, including dessert! My mom is a genius and found an incredible dessert recipe with no sugar.
And Monday, it was a work day for me and hang out with the retired guy. We enjoyed a two hour car adventure and relived our cross country adventures from last summer.
It was a great weekend with my family and such an unexpected one.
I am a lucky lady!
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| A photo from Chrstmas. |
Snow in the south
Ok, so I'm still not 100% sure that DC is actually in "the south". I guess perhaps my idea of the south is what I should refer to as the deep south-- Georgia, Mississippi, etc. I do technically live below the Mason-Dixon line and people in Maryland did actually have slaves. (That's where Harriett Tubman escaped from-- your fun historical fact for the day). I'm not sure why but I definately put slace-owner locations into "the south". So, yeah, I guess after some thought DC is "the south".
Either way, there are seasons here. Yes, winter is more mild than say in Michigan or Minnesota, but there is still a need for a wool coat in winter months. Not everyday, but many days between November and February (winter). There is definately a summer (shrouded in muggy, hot temps), and then fall where there are warm afternoons and crisp evenings. After living in AZ for so many years, the idea of fall is still so heart-wamring to me. I love the smells and tastes of fall veggies. And I absolutey LOVE that fall meant the end of ridiculous sweating when taking out the trash. I have not yet experienced spring in full wing but I can only imagine that when the Cherry Blossoms bloom, it will smell yummy! Already, the daffodils are poking up in the yard---delightful.
But this week (one week from my birthday--always), it is snowing. It is winter's last fight to produce "winter" like everyone obsesses over. They've been talking about this storm for over a week. Calling it things like Snowmeggeton, & snowquestration ( a joke referencing the current news at the Capitol). And with the hype and people's insane worries about snow only increased, locals are freaking out. (My landlord included). He popped by yesterday and made sure I had everything I'd need for a few days without access outside. Um?!
I appreciate the preparation by everyone around me. I did go and buy some ice melt yesterday to take care of the stairs into my place, but seriously there is not a huge need for panic. By tomorrow afternoon, it is supposed to be in high-40s. The snow will be melted by Saturday and give way to spring. That is, if any of it actually sticks. As of now, it has completely turned to rain in my neighborhood. The melting has already begun.
I'm not saying other places further north and west have snow, but in DC, there was no need for panic.
Maybe that's the Michigan girl talking, but really, I just don't get the panic.
Either way, there are seasons here. Yes, winter is more mild than say in Michigan or Minnesota, but there is still a need for a wool coat in winter months. Not everyday, but many days between November and February (winter). There is definately a summer (shrouded in muggy, hot temps), and then fall where there are warm afternoons and crisp evenings. After living in AZ for so many years, the idea of fall is still so heart-wamring to me. I love the smells and tastes of fall veggies. And I absolutey LOVE that fall meant the end of ridiculous sweating when taking out the trash. I have not yet experienced spring in full wing but I can only imagine that when the Cherry Blossoms bloom, it will smell yummy! Already, the daffodils are poking up in the yard---delightful.
But this week (one week from my birthday--always), it is snowing. It is winter's last fight to produce "winter" like everyone obsesses over. They've been talking about this storm for over a week. Calling it things like Snowmeggeton, & snowquestration ( a joke referencing the current news at the Capitol). And with the hype and people's insane worries about snow only increased, locals are freaking out. (My landlord included). He popped by yesterday and made sure I had everything I'd need for a few days without access outside. Um?!
I appreciate the preparation by everyone around me. I did go and buy some ice melt yesterday to take care of the stairs into my place, but seriously there is not a huge need for panic. By tomorrow afternoon, it is supposed to be in high-40s. The snow will be melted by Saturday and give way to spring. That is, if any of it actually sticks. As of now, it has completely turned to rain in my neighborhood. The melting has already begun.
I'm not saying other places further north and west have snow, but in DC, there was no need for panic.
Maybe that's the Michigan girl talking, but really, I just don't get the panic.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Hibernation Station
Apparently like everyone else in the world, I do not make resolutions at the New year. I did for a bit but discovered it never really worked. The change of a calendar date does not motivate me in the same ways that it seems to motivate others. That said, I make resolutions/changes throughout the year based on my need to change something at any given time.
In December, I had had it with my pants being snug and decided the WW program I had done was not working and I needed to make an adjustment, probably to move more. It went well for about two weeks. And then the holidays arrived and I started to travel.
Whoosh! (That's the sound of my significant motivation flying out the window. And my $50/month!)
I am limited due to the joint situation and the trainer I had wasn't really meeting my needs, so very qucikly I was bored with the treadmill. When I got started again in january, I really lost my excitement at the gym. Plus the flood of all those resolution people was rather annoying. So, I opted to look into some pool programs. DC has an especially awesome Aquatics program that I found out is extremely cheap! I found an Aqua Zumba class and promptly registered. I have been twice now. It's fun and definately a good workout. And I'm glad I did it.
Since the class isn't everyday and I am not 100% sure about the gym, I try to supplement with some walks. I love the crisp fresh air, especially after sitting at a desk all day. It's just so nice! Today I woke up very early for me and had no real reason to be at my desk before 8:30, so decided to bundle up and head out for a brisk walk to kick start the day. It was pleasant for the first 3/4 of a mile, but lo and behold, as soon as I was at the farthest point from my house, it started to sprinkle. Not too terrible, but I needed to walk a little more quickly. Then the sky opened up and I swear, chunky rain started to pelt me! If I had the ability to run, I would have sprinted home. It was awful! I felt like I was being stung. By the time I got home, my eyelashes, eyebrows and any exposed hair from under my hat were completed covered in iceicles. Not cool.
I spent the rest of the day warming up. In fact, I still have on 3 shirts and a hoodie!
So the very LAST place I want to be tonight is in a pool with water. The class itself won't be bad, but I cannot stand the thought of being shivery cold again today. I just can't do it. Blue limbs once a day is good enough for me.
So, here I am publically outing myself and not going to work out. I'm not eating sugar or flour these days---does that help make it better? I'm going to tell myself today that it does and hibernate until tomorrow morning.
In December, I had had it with my pants being snug and decided the WW program I had done was not working and I needed to make an adjustment, probably to move more. It went well for about two weeks. And then the holidays arrived and I started to travel.
Whoosh! (That's the sound of my significant motivation flying out the window. And my $50/month!)
I am limited due to the joint situation and the trainer I had wasn't really meeting my needs, so very qucikly I was bored with the treadmill. When I got started again in january, I really lost my excitement at the gym. Plus the flood of all those resolution people was rather annoying. So, I opted to look into some pool programs. DC has an especially awesome Aquatics program that I found out is extremely cheap! I found an Aqua Zumba class and promptly registered. I have been twice now. It's fun and definately a good workout. And I'm glad I did it.
Since the class isn't everyday and I am not 100% sure about the gym, I try to supplement with some walks. I love the crisp fresh air, especially after sitting at a desk all day. It's just so nice! Today I woke up very early for me and had no real reason to be at my desk before 8:30, so decided to bundle up and head out for a brisk walk to kick start the day. It was pleasant for the first 3/4 of a mile, but lo and behold, as soon as I was at the farthest point from my house, it started to sprinkle. Not too terrible, but I needed to walk a little more quickly. Then the sky opened up and I swear, chunky rain started to pelt me! If I had the ability to run, I would have sprinted home. It was awful! I felt like I was being stung. By the time I got home, my eyelashes, eyebrows and any exposed hair from under my hat were completed covered in iceicles. Not cool.
I spent the rest of the day warming up. In fact, I still have on 3 shirts and a hoodie!
So the very LAST place I want to be tonight is in a pool with water. The class itself won't be bad, but I cannot stand the thought of being shivery cold again today. I just can't do it. Blue limbs once a day is good enough for me.
So, here I am publically outing myself and not going to work out. I'm not eating sugar or flour these days---does that help make it better? I'm going to tell myself today that it does and hibernate until tomorrow morning.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Birthdays, friends, and joy.
This week I took an impromptu rewards travel (read:free) trip to my beloved Seattle.
I planned it out two weeks out with some pals and made it happen. And I realize once again how lucky I am to work where I work. Not only do I have great co-workers/friends, but I am also able to take my work with me. Though if I'm being honest, I have to use some vacation days STAT!
So off to Seattle I went. Headed to my happy place. To spend time with some of my favorite people. Exploring some of my favorite places. Yay!
As the plane was descending into Seattle and I looked out the window, tears sprang to my eyes. After 8 months, I had forgotten how beautiful it is. I had missed the water and mountains and greenery more than I knew. So in true Chris Schulte fashion, I teared up. On a plane.
Em picked me up and there I was just working from her house, like nothing had ever changed. Sam and Craig were floating around, which was awesome. So many of my fav people in one house! Amazing!
Friday was date day with my favorite Seattle little lady before she went to spend her birthday weekend at her dad's.
That meant her mama and I had a big girls weekend to play.
The rest of the weekend I went with Aubs and spent some time at Pike's Place Market, downtown Seattle having a girl's fancy dinner and mini-bar crawl. Sunday was time in my old neighborhood- enjoying Simply Desserts, the Fremont Market, and just the vibe. I lived in such a great neighborhood! And there is so much I miss.
Monday was Em's birthday. And as a mama with a munchkin with a birthday in proximity to hers, her birthday sort of falls off the radar, but we made sure to not let that happen this year! Kaisa, too! (she and I went mama present shopping on Friday during our date day, it was all her idea!). We started the day with yummy pastries and good coffee. And after some pushing Em decided what she wanted for a birthday dinner-- Quiche Lorraine. And due to the change fothcoming in my diet (no suger, etc), I decided that although we were sweeted out (from the weekend of celebrating), I needed to make these--
AMAZING!!
Other pals were able to join the birthday celebration.
Although not for my birthday, it was such a treat to spend the evening with good friends, good food and laughter.
I sometimes forget how lucky I am to have so many great people in my life. Near or far - I am surrounded by good friends, who are really more family than just friends.
Links to the incredible meal--
Quiche- http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Chef-Johns-Quiche-Lorraine/Detail.aspx
Brownies- http://pinchofyum.com/peanut-butter-oreo-blondies#comment-18828
I planned it out two weeks out with some pals and made it happen. And I realize once again how lucky I am to work where I work. Not only do I have great co-workers/friends, but I am also able to take my work with me. Though if I'm being honest, I have to use some vacation days STAT!
So off to Seattle I went. Headed to my happy place. To spend time with some of my favorite people. Exploring some of my favorite places. Yay!
As the plane was descending into Seattle and I looked out the window, tears sprang to my eyes. After 8 months, I had forgotten how beautiful it is. I had missed the water and mountains and greenery more than I knew. So in true Chris Schulte fashion, I teared up. On a plane.
Em picked me up and there I was just working from her house, like nothing had ever changed. Sam and Craig were floating around, which was awesome. So many of my fav people in one house! Amazing!
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| Playing Hoot Owl Hoot! Best game ever! |
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| Playing My Little Pony adventures. |
That meant her mama and I had a big girls weekend to play.
The rest of the weekend I went with Aubs and spent some time at Pike's Place Market, downtown Seattle having a girl's fancy dinner and mini-bar crawl. Sunday was time in my old neighborhood- enjoying Simply Desserts, the Fremont Market, and just the vibe. I lived in such a great neighborhood! And there is so much I miss.
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| Cocktial time @ Wild Ginger |
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| Mardi Gras parade @ Th Fremont Market. |
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| Simply Desserts cake! Yummy! |
Monday was Em's birthday. And as a mama with a munchkin with a birthday in proximity to hers, her birthday sort of falls off the radar, but we made sure to not let that happen this year! Kaisa, too! (she and I went mama present shopping on Friday during our date day, it was all her idea!). We started the day with yummy pastries and good coffee. And after some pushing Em decided what she wanted for a birthday dinner-- Quiche Lorraine. And due to the change fothcoming in my diet (no suger, etc), I decided that although we were sweeted out (from the weekend of celebrating), I needed to make these--
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| Peanut butter oreo blondie brownies- courtesy og pinchofyum.com |
AMAZING!!
Other pals were able to join the birthday celebration.
Although not for my birthday, it was such a treat to spend the evening with good friends, good food and laughter.
I sometimes forget how lucky I am to have so many great people in my life. Near or far - I am surrounded by good friends, who are really more family than just friends.
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| Little Ballerinas |
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| Another round of Hoot Owl Hoot! |
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| Dessert time. |
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| Laughing about Face Juggler. Hysterical! |
Links to the incredible meal--
Quiche- http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Chef-Johns-Quiche-Lorraine/Detail.aspx
Brownies- http://pinchofyum.com/peanut-butter-oreo-blondies#comment-18828
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