I finally remember how to practice.
Slow down. It's more important I be right than fast.
I used to think I was above learning the details because I didn't want to become a slave to them.
But now I see that you have to know the rules to break them. Or rather...to create them.
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 19, 2010
Connect the Dots.
Throughout my lifetime I have moved around the world, made dozens of friends, and met some wonderful people who have changed my life. As I'm about to make my biggest move thus far, I want to reintroduce myself.
I'm starting a project today that will force me to get better about staying connected with the people that I care about. People that I all too often say "Oh, I should really call her."
I'm going to break my bad habits of "moving." Because it doesn't always mean "moving on." People's roles will always change in my life but it's up to me to make the best of it.
Starting today, I will call one person every day for a month. Someone who's life I used to know but don't anymore. Relatives, friends, and others who have influenced me over the years. It's going to be hard, but I need to connect the dots in my life.
I'm starting a project today that will force me to get better about staying connected with the people that I care about. People that I all too often say "Oh, I should really call her."
I'm going to break my bad habits of "moving." Because it doesn't always mean "moving on." People's roles will always change in my life but it's up to me to make the best of it.
Starting today, I will call one person every day for a month. Someone who's life I used to know but don't anymore. Relatives, friends, and others who have influenced me over the years. It's going to be hard, but I need to connect the dots in my life.
Why don't they make these anymore?
This couldn't be more perfect. I am practically drooling.
I bet it has something to do with the extinction of the girdle...
Organza.
Silk Charmeuse.
I would like it with either of these fabrics. Beautiful!
Sep 12, 2010
My things.
We had our garage sale this weekend at my parent's house. We sold a lot of things that meant a lot to me. Like my bedroom set. My parents' first bedroom set. My toys. My clothes. And some random stuff that frankly seems like junk.
But when someone holds up a box of your grandmother's old costume jewelry and asks how much? And you say "5 dollars." And she looks at you in disgust and offers you $1. It can drive a person a little mad. A little crazy. A lot of heart break.
"How much for this?" as they hold up a stuffed animal. And you think, "how much for this? This fluffy little animal you remember being on your parent's bed since you were a little girl." And I just stared at it. My stomach sinking at the shock of having to do this. Price? Worth? To who? No one can pay me for half of the stuff we had out in our yard, I thought.
"A dollar," I said.
She tossed it back in the pile.
At the end of the blistering hot day I sat at the back of my driveway in a puddle of my sweat watching these two old men walk away with my bedroom furniture. Before they were gone I remembered something that I just had to have. I ran up to my bed post and slid my hand down the back of the headboard.
"There." I looked around to show someone that I had hid a key to my diary on my bed post from when I was 12 years old. It had remained there for about 12 years on a piece of sticky tack. No one was around to show. So, I thought it was meant to be this way. It was my last few moments with my bed. I was removing the last part of it that was mine. And I said goodbye.
I've always valued my things. Everything that I still have, I want to have. My things never leave me. They have comforted me since I was very small. Reminding me of who I am and where I've been. They remind me of people and events that make me happy. They've made it through all the moves. They are reliable and tangible and mine.
For all of the survivors of this "cleaning." This moving. I congratulate you. I don't value you any less than before. In fact, probably more since your quantity has diminished so. Letting go is never easy, but I know deep inside that it's for the better. New York will bring more happiness. And if I keep my happiness in my things I'm going to need to make room...
But when someone holds up a box of your grandmother's old costume jewelry and asks how much? And you say "5 dollars." And she looks at you in disgust and offers you $1. It can drive a person a little mad. A little crazy. A lot of heart break.
"How much for this?" as they hold up a stuffed animal. And you think, "how much for this? This fluffy little animal you remember being on your parent's bed since you were a little girl." And I just stared at it. My stomach sinking at the shock of having to do this. Price? Worth? To who? No one can pay me for half of the stuff we had out in our yard, I thought.
"A dollar," I said.
She tossed it back in the pile.
At the end of the blistering hot day I sat at the back of my driveway in a puddle of my sweat watching these two old men walk away with my bedroom furniture. Before they were gone I remembered something that I just had to have. I ran up to my bed post and slid my hand down the back of the headboard.
"There." I looked around to show someone that I had hid a key to my diary on my bed post from when I was 12 years old. It had remained there for about 12 years on a piece of sticky tack. No one was around to show. So, I thought it was meant to be this way. It was my last few moments with my bed. I was removing the last part of it that was mine. And I said goodbye.
I've always valued my things. Everything that I still have, I want to have. My things never leave me. They have comforted me since I was very small. Reminding me of who I am and where I've been. They remind me of people and events that make me happy. They've made it through all the moves. They are reliable and tangible and mine.
For all of the survivors of this "cleaning." This moving. I congratulate you. I don't value you any less than before. In fact, probably more since your quantity has diminished so. Letting go is never easy, but I know deep inside that it's for the better. New York will bring more happiness. And if I keep my happiness in my things I'm going to need to make room...
Sep 6, 2010
What is Labor Day?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Labor_Day
I will probably work harder today than I will have worked in a long time. So yes, it is a day of Labor for me.
1. After googling "cycling buttock pain" I felt more confident that I could adjust my saddle to the right position. And I took on a cycling class. Now I want to puke but I feel great!
2. Project "Hot Body NYC" begins today which includes proper diet and exercise. So Matt and I need to give up our celebratory eating habits and get down to business. Starting with a Publix trip...
3. Cleaning out our apartment to make room for his new job (he will have to work from home).
4. Fixing up my resume so that I can get a new job! This is so utterly exciting....I get to pick whatever I want to do now. Because New York has EVERYTHING.
I will probably work harder today than I will have worked in a long time. So yes, it is a day of Labor for me.
1. After googling "cycling buttock pain" I felt more confident that I could adjust my saddle to the right position. And I took on a cycling class. Now I want to puke but I feel great!
2. Project "Hot Body NYC" begins today which includes proper diet and exercise. So Matt and I need to give up our celebratory eating habits and get down to business. Starting with a Publix trip...
3. Cleaning out our apartment to make room for his new job (he will have to work from home).
4. Fixing up my resume so that I can get a new job! This is so utterly exciting....I get to pick whatever I want to do now. Because New York has EVERYTHING.
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