Year: 2013

It All Started With A Bag of Lay’s…

Last week in the midst of my equilibrium diet (aka the discipline to eat mindfully and get back to my comfortable weight before my last 30s birthday) I tempted fate by slipping into the convenience store just to browse.  I have a firm belief that if you are wanting to snack in a high fat, low nutrition way, it is helpful to do a market visit:  just go in, see what’s out there, hold the merch, smell it if you will, then retreat.  I have done this many many times over, finding satisfaction standing in front of the 24 hour fresh baked donut shop window in my neighborhood,  seeing people happily gobble up their old fashioneds with crumb or chocolate glazes.   At times I have had to call my sister for support, to let me talk through it while I examine each doughy treat through the glass.  Eating is multi sensory, isn’t it?  My theory is that if I satisfy the touch, smell, & sight senses, I don’t always need to taste.  It’s not …

What’s Your ‘Something’?

Let’s be honest today.  You know you’ve got something.  You know there is something that you can rock in a way that only you can:  Parlor tricks you learned in fifth grade that magically entertain restless kids at the family gathering;  dated jokes that amuse your crabby uncle at Sunday dinner; starting the campfire with tinder and a flint block;  deciphering the ingredients of Kabocha Croquettes in umami sauce after only two savory bites (my cousin can with most restaurant dishes… love it). Consider the little things that you are able to do that very few, if any of your other friends can or are willing to do themselves and love you for it.  Even if you don’t think much of it.  What is it that you may be underestimating in yourself.  We aren’t islands.  As people we are meant to be social, and whether we are extroverts, introverts, or ambiverts (like me) we all have things to share within our circles and within our communities.   We must give ourselves credit for the hodgepodge …

Couldn’t Love Them More

Our little godsons. Truly God sent. Aug ’13.  Please do not reuse. With your little face and those sweet sweet hands … I couldn’t love you more When you squeal and shout though I know not what about … I couldn’t love you more When I look into your eyes and I know you see me … I couldn’t love you more Even if you push away because you aren’t a hugger … I couldn’t love you more When you make an effort to love your brother … I couldn’t love you more As your chest rises and falls while you sleep … I couldn’t love you more Hiding under the blanket without a peep … I couldn’t love you more Not knowing how to write a poem Nor how a stanza goes Attempting to express my love When everyone already knows You are both so precious and still so small My love will likely grow Being your auntie is the world to me I just wanted to tell you so.

Her

  Note:  This post was written and posted 6/6/2012.  I thought of it yesterday while shopping downtown with my sister, both of us doing double takes at well put together & effortlessly cool women.  It’s funny how all of us look at other unsuspecting women with admiration & awe, but cannot imagine other women who might be looking at us the same way.  What do you think?           You know who she is.  Effortless.  Poised.  Pretty.  Cool.     Audrey Hepburn casually reading a book outdoors in between takes. When I was about six years old, there was a girl in my school who could sing, dance and was cute as a button.  She was a cheerleader, a brownie, and had a starring role in every school play and holiday show from what I can recall.  Everything she did, I thought was just right.  Her bowl cut was always shiny and perfectly curled under at the ends.  Her satin green bomber jacket gleamed in the sun.   I loved her classic …

Economy and Grace

Who wants to be a millionaire?  I do.  But I do not want to become a millionaire to start conspicuously consuming market goods.  I do not want to become a millionaire because I need to rub it in anyone’s face.  I do not want to become a millionaire in order to qualify for “The New Housewives of…”.  This summer I have decided I want to become a millionaire so I can start traveling like this: and stop traveling like that: I don’t want much more in life.  Really, I don’t.  I was recently asked how I would rate my life satisfaction on a scale from 1-10, and I said without a doubt it is an 8.  I have a peaceful non violent, war free life.  We have a safe, and comfortable home, and we have access to clean water and organic produce (not to mention endless varieties of potato chips).  We have good health insurance, and go to sleep each night without fearing what the next day might bring.  In the global scope of the …

How He Shines

Surprise, surprise!  An actual photo I took myself, thank you very much! I did not post yesterday because I have been under the weather and slept practically the entire day.  First on the full sofa, and then scrunched up on the love seat with my iPad and journal,  I must have taken three long naps between 11am and 10pm.  As I was in and out of sleep, my husband exited to do errands, returned with lunch, did laundry, washed dishes, and cleaned up.  When I glanced over his way during the early evening, the side of his face basking in the light of the 60 watt floor lamp bulb, and our orderly apartment surrounding him, I thought, “Wow, I love him.”  I am always surprised when Cupid shoots an extra arrow my way,  even when I am already in love. Even though we have monthly deep cleaning service, when my husband cleans, he cleans.  He will hand wash each dish, and put them in the drying rack, wipe out the sink, run the garbage disposal …

Working on Work

When the career coaching is over, the skills seminars have packed up, and you’ve returned the success planning books to the library, what is left?  You just need to work.  It is time to put your head down, draw the shades, and turn all other distracting devices off.  I was surprisingly uninspired by the latest motivating post I read on one of my favorite blogs, so it is likely that I am just ready to get to work.  What needs to be done?  What do I really have to complete in order to move towards the next project? I have been an attentive student, but it is time to put all of the wise nuggets of advice, words of support and experienced pointers to work.   My husband once joked, “We can’t go through life without making at least some effort.”   Even if living out our most passionate vocations it will still feel like work and I must remind myself the pressure of work is not bad.  Like working to strengthen a muscle, sweat and exhaustion …

Life Gives You Lemonade When You Don’t Know What You’re Doing

A few years ago, I met a family whose newly turned two year old son was going to start his term in my classroom.  “Milby,”  dad calmly informed me, “is pretty mellow. He is just weaning off of his binky, and my wife is about to deliver his baby brother in a few days.  We’re really excited, but I am afraid that all of this change is going to be too much for him.”  Ahhh, to be a child, when everyone around you goes the extra mile to keep your day to day living as smooth as silk. As a toddler, adults can be sympathetic when too many things are changing all at the same time.  We do our best to orient little ones into a new classroom, into the new role of being an older sibling, and literally holding their hands when growth and unease come together and they don’t quite know what they are doing.Though I find comfort  in predictability, I have always embraced change and the mind opening that comes with it. …

Random Acts of Awesomeness

  “Mercury’s retrograde periods can cause our plans to go awry.  However, this is an excellent time to reflect on the past.  Intuition is high during these periods, and coincidences can be extraordinary.”  (source) Something has been in the air.   According to my friend, Oddsauce, last week Mercury was wrapping up a month long period of being in retrograde, causing communication between devices and between people to be interrupted, and for one’s mind and efforts to be in a state of disarray.  As mentioned in my past two posts, I was very disappointed about something I missed and I was feeling more than a tad itchy on the home front.  Having made the decision only this month to focus on growing as a writer, I was under the impression that it would be cake!  I just have to keep writing, just flowing and developing myself with no second guessing, but  I have been drafting bits and pieces of nothing,  coming up dry because I cannot seem to get my thoughts straight.  What on earth …

The Seven Year Itchies

When one begins to blog, a personal set of guidelines to abide by is normally established.  What is your tone going to be?  What types of topics will you cover?  Are you going to use all original content or borrow from the big boys?  Are you willing to be controversial, and if so how will you handle touchy posts and hot headed comments?  What will you not ever write about?  Will you post daily?  Share pictures of your family?  It goes on and on. I decided early on my guidelines would be simple but solid.  I knew what I would not write about, because as candid and open as I can get, there are still things in my life that are off topic.  One of them, I promised to myself, was to never complain about my husband or family members or do anything to risk putting any of them in a negative light ever, because I vent privately (sort of), and this blog is not a venue for that.  So no matter how confused, how …