Rando.

A few random musings…

1. Remember this post? (Scroll to the bottom to “Fear Itself”) Well, it’s been four months or so, but I’m proud to report that I can (sort of) do headstand. Woop! I’ve been using the wall, so I’m not yet 100% there, but I’m getting closer and gaining confidence.

2. My half-marathon training (see here) is going along better than anticipated. Aside from the week I was sick, I have been following my training schedule to a T. I feel fantastic and have been working my work-outs successfully into my life. Last night I hit up both Happy Hour AND the treadmill. And Monday I had a 4.5 mile treadmill run so in the zone…I don’t think I’ve ever felt better running. I’m attributing it to the amazing Mumford & Sons album I was listening to.

3. Because said training is going so well, I’ve dropped weight wtihout really trying. Though, I guess working out 6 days a week constitutes trying… This has actually been an annoyance because my pants and skirts no longer fit, and I had to go out today and drop more money than I wanted on pants I basically already own. BUT. On the flip side, I followed that up with a visit to Hello, Cupcake and bought not one, but TWO for my dining pleasure. Take that, waistline.

4. I will be volunteering throughout the next few months as a Posse Foundation writing coach. I will meet my “scholar” on Wednesday, and I’m really excited. Posse is a fantastic organization, and I’m really happy to be able to use my skill set to help a deserving student be ready for college. More on this to come, I’m sure.

5. Just found out that my beloved Foggers will be cruising through the DC metro-area at the end of March on account of her new fancy-shmancy position. My friend duck just quacked.

6. You know how people say that if someone tells you you aren’t something or can’t do something enough then you begin to believe it? I feel like no one ever talks about when the opposite is true. When you’re told over and over again that you have a trait that perhaps you don’t fully possess. I am coming across cryptic, and I realize that. Just interesting food for thought. Because we all can’t be everything and do everything. We each have strengths and weaknesses and that’s the beauty of it. Just because a certain trait is desirable doesn’t mean that if you don’t have it it’s a terrible thing. Thought about this a lot yesterday…getting outside perspective on one’s personality is sometimes an extraordinarily valuable thing.

Song du jour: “Sigh No More,” Mumford & Sons

Just Ducky.

 

It is time to talk about the ducks. The ducks being the duck theory of life that my dear friend Foggers and I concocted years ago,  most likely while I was relaxing cross-legged on the floor of her cube at Chubb Insurance. At this point we were both well past the point of having any fear of higher Chubb authority.

The duck theory goes like this.  In life, we each have about five ducks representing key areas of importance in our lives. The five ducks are: health, career, love, family/friends, location. The goal, the Holy Grail of life, you might say,  is to get all of these ducks upright and, alas, “in a row”…now here’s the hook :at the SAME TIME.

Over the years and miles apart, we’ve always checked in on each other’s duck situation. And I think we were both somewhat convinced that having a full pond of upright ducks was a near impossibility. Got a great new job? Terrific, but you’re boyfriend is about to dump you! You see how it might go. Not having all your ducks in a row by no means means life sucks. It could, but most of the time, the upright ducks are enough to keep you paddling along pretty contently. For example, at the present, my love duck is confused and sinking and my career duck is sucking mud at the bottom of the pond, but my other three ducks are going along swimmingly, boastful and proud, and that’s enough to hold onto for me. Those other ducks will someday find their way to the surface, eventually.

I explained this theory, albeit using Swedish fish and after a bottle of wine, to some friends over dinner one night. Wouldn’t you know it, at that time my friend had all of his ducks in a row. Incredible. I think I texted Fogs that night to spread the shocking news. A person with all ducks aligned and upright–who was the foreign creature and how did he crack the code!? We thought perhaps this was a flash in the pan, never to be seen again. But, I’ve got news.

Last night, during a lovely catch-up with my fellow duck theorist as we were going through the exciting new events in her life–promotion from a lousy position and  moving in with her boyfriend–(we realized that at this present moment, all of her ducks are in a row. This is me whispering so as not to jinx it). WOOHOOOOO!

So it can happen. It does happen. And because it happened to her, a fellow duck hunter for years, I know it can happen to me, and for you, too.  Some ducks you have more control over than others, but just know that having them all up is a  special occurance and a time to be treasured.  If you should find yourself in such lucky duck waters, appreciate every moment seeing all their beaks smiling proudly and give a little victory quack.

I like me.

Yesterday, my friend and fellow blogger posted this great little Valentine’s musing: http://tamingthebicycle.wordpress.com/2011/02/14/i-like-myself-im-worth-a-lot/

At the end, Ms. Cap asked her readers to join in: “If you feel inspired to make your own list , please choose 3 things you like about yourself – 2 character traits and 1 physical trait.”

Being one who never likes to disappoint a teacher, I will follow her lead.

I like myself because: I am very thoughtful, I work hard at self-improvement, and I have long legs and eyelashes. ( I snuck in two physical traits. So, hah!)

Why do you like yourself?

Twenty-fine.

Yesterday was a momentous day–the day the whole world (ok, or maybe just my little world) celebrates the day of my birth! Yay! I am a big believer in birthdays and fully celebrating them. We should all be happy and want to raise a glass to making it through another year. I never have understood those people who don’t like to celebrate his or her birthday. A day dedicated to just me? Why the heck not!? Cookies, brownies, cupcakes? Birthday calories don’t count. Go ahead and eat ’em (and I did). Plus, you hear from all of your loved ones and now with Facebook also some less than close friends. Calls, emails, texts–I get reminded how many wonderful friends and family members I have in my life. Just another reason to celebrate.

This year, however, I did want to have a lowkey day. I had no interest in a rowdy night out at a bar or a rockin’ party. I just wanted to eat (duh) great food with great friends. And I did. (If you live in DC, go to Rasika and order the fried spinach. You can–and will–thank me later).

I felt the love yesterday. And for that a heartfelt thanks. The biggest of course belonging to my mom, without whom this little bundle of joy would not have made it out into the light.

My Strange Addiction.

It’s been a somewhat rough start to 2011, as I’ve noted in previous posts. I’m thinking maybe it was just January. Fresh start for February? Yes! Amid all of my recent worries about “should I keep dating this person,” “how did I end up in such a lame job when I thought it was a good move,” and “will this cold, grey winter ever come to and end?” I have felt, at times, while sorting through these thoughts and recognizing parts of my modus operendi that I want  to work on, a bit off my rocker . 

But sometimes all you need is a little perspective. Enter My Strange Addiction. I have yet to even watch a full episode, but the previews alone set me squarely in my place. I don’t want to make light of people with serious illnesses likely stemming from some sort of  trauma, but then again, these people have voluntarily put themselves on national television for reasons beyond my comprehension. All I can say is that, sometimes,  it helps to know that while struggling with life’s inevitable muck is never easy, at least I don’t compulsively eat household cleaner. Or toilet paper. Or couch cushions. Perspective, I tell ya. It’s a powerful thing.