Friday, May 15, 2015
It's been a long time, a really long time.
It is nearly June, half-way through the year, and I've written two. measly. blog posts.
Life got in the way. I got busier with work, which left less time for reflection and pretty words. It left less time to examine life and think on its difficulties and joys.
Busy is good, particularly when it comes to work. Busy means productivity. It means meaning in my life. It means my business has grown and I'm kind of successful. I won't lie: that's an ego boost.
But I miss the time I used to spend at my computer, figuring out life by sorting through a web of seemingly unrelated words and coaxing them onto my computer screen to evoke images, ideas, and stories that meant something. Peeling away my everyday actions to examine the meaning behind them allows me to live life deliberately. It allows me to ensure a week, month, or year doesn't go by without noticing and celebrating simple joys. It helps me recognize when my path is errant, when I need to retrace my steps or forge a new one.
Deliberation. Reflection. Celebration. That's the way to live life fully, don't you think?
Monday, February 16, 2015
You know what happens on Facebook come December? The data feeds get clogged with whining and complaining about snow, colds, freezing sidewalks, fender benders, chattering teeth, gray skies.
I get it. Winter can be tough, but if you live in a chilly clime, why focus on the negatives? Doing so will make the season creep by, and life is too short to be miserable for 4 months every year.
Though I tend to reach for a sweater when the temperature dips to 60F, I really do love winter. Here's why:
- Winter is truly the most romantic time of year. It's the season of snuggling under a cozy faux fur throw, of giggling under down comforters, of drinking bold, red wines in front of the fireplace. It's the season of wedding proposals, of gift giving, of kissing.
- Arctic air calls for luxurious clothing: leather gloves lined with rabbit fur, faux fur scarfs, and cashmere sweaters. It calls for sexy over-the-knee boots, sassy hats, funky leg warmers. Anything that warms your body and your heart is cool in the winter.
- Winter begs us for gooey marshmallows hugging warm mugs of hot chocolate, hot bubble baths, piping hot tea cups paired with fabulous books. It coaxes are feet into fuzzy slippers lined with sheep skin. It begs us to relax after a long day with a rich, velvety glass of port.
- A blizzard beckons us to slow down and ignore work and school. It asks us to stop the frenzy and instead sip coffee, bake cookies, pop popcorn, watch movies and play games with our children.
- A good fluffy snow can get our hearts pumping, as we hit the slopes to ski or snowshoe, or trudge to the end of the street to sled down the hill at the park. It begs us to pull out our inner children and get involved in snowball fights, making snow angels, and building snowmen.
- There is truly nothing as beautiful as snowflakes falling from the night sky. Watching as they settle on barren tree branches and reflect the light from the street lamps or the moon is a wonderful form of meditation or prayer.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
I'll never forget the day I rushed through the cold, dingy parking lot at Boston Children's Hospital. I was bumbling down a ramp like a lame dog, lugging my three-month-old son in his bulky carrier seat. I could barely see what was in front of me, as my eyesight was flooded with hot tears.
The pediatric ophthalmologist had just told me my precious son might be blind in one eye.
What followed was a slew of appointments with doctors, specialists, and more specialists. My new mom euphoria quickly turned to anxiety, anger, and bitterness. As I sat in baby classes, which I'd loved for the support and camaraderie I experienced there, I fumed while listening to my friends complain about sleep and feeding times. It all seemed trivial now.
At the time, one of my friends told me I ought to be grateful it was just an eye. My child could still function fully in society. He could still excel in school and work. He could still love and marry. His life would not be terribly compromised.
Though I did not want to hear this, she was right.
I've experienced the full spectrum of emotions with my child. I've felt extreme despair at diagnoses and extreme elation at progress checks. I've felt frustration and anger while guiding him through treatment, yet pride and awe at his ability to gracefully tolerate endless poking and prodding. His patience is infinite. My heart has swelled when seeing him deflect the stupid comments people make when they see an eye patch.
I do not know what burdens you may carry: most of us keep them hidden deep below the smiles and pleasantry we show each other in passing. However, I want to share a glimmer of hope with you: time may reveal hidden truths and learnings you will garner from your experience, and you will come out the other end realizing you have great strength and courage. My hat is off to you.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
|Kate Spade 2015 Planner|
I used to hate resolutions. I was too busy to think about the past year or anticipate the future year. I was recovering from Christmas and would be back into the thick of work, children, family, and an endless list of chores and activities before I realized what was happening. I thought that was good. I thought that meant my life was important.
Today is different. Today I try to reflect not just once a year, but every day. I want to live an examined life so nothing passes me by. If I need to make adjustments to my attitude, my business, my family life, I want to uncover that need now, not in 40 years.
And so, as cliche as it may sound, the end of the year gives me a welcome opportunity to reexamine my life goals.
Here are a few things I'll be focusing on this year, because they all deserve attention:
- It is so easy to get wrapped up in the "busy-ness" of life's activities and miss those things most important in life. This year I will make an extra effort to reconnect with my husband at the end of each week (preferably over a glass of wine) and hug and kiss my children.
- I will try to put my phone down. I will listen to the people around me closely. I will be present in the moment. I will, at times, sit uncomfortably in silence.
- A small business owner myself, I will make every effort to support other small, local businesses in my area, as they give my city its unique flare and fuel the local economy.
- I will push myself in business, to achieve aggressive financial goals and learn new ways of caring for the human body.
- I will open my heart. I will not judge others, as I don't understand their situations. I will strive to be kind to the people I encounter when I leave my house: at the library, the grocery store, the drug store, the doctor's office.
- I will not allow an angry person's negative energy to infiltrate me. I will thank my lucky stars I am not as angry as they and move on to focus on what's important in life.
And, I will toast you, dear reader, because you fuel my passion to write, share, and push myself. I hope 2015 is a wonderful year full of new ideas and understandings.
Friday, December 12, 2014
It's not the devil that's in the details. It's the beauty. Details transform a ho-hum decorating scheme to a gorgeous one. They give a party its attitude. They make a meal romantic. They give an outfit its swank. They make a shower a spa and a commute an adventure.
Details wrap up an image or idea, like the perfect red cherry on top of a sundae. I notice them everywhere, because they are what make life interesting, appealing, fun.
This past weekend I took my children to see Santa, and I loved the atmosphere: the lights, the ornaments, the trees, the garland, the costumes, even the breakfast place settings. We'd entered a foreign and exciting land, where elves play and Santa listens to Christmas wishes. It was a perfect way to escape reality for an hour or two.
The tables in this wonderland were topped with colorful napkins folded into elf boots. Immediately I knew I had to figure out how to make my own elf boots, so I could take a piece of this festive atmosphere home, to my own dining table. Figuring you might want the same, I thought I'd share my findings here:
Fold a square napkin in half. Then fold again.
Take the corners of the napkin and pull them up to create the above shape.
Fold each side up again.
Fold the napkin in half.
Turn the napkin around and fold one half up to make the top of the boot.
Fold the napkin to the left of your boot top in half. Wrap it around the boot top and tuck it into the front of the boot.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
|Source: Not on the High Street|
How did you do with your New Year's resolutions this year?
I have to admit it: the resolutions I make while in a foggy haze Dec 31st are usually a distant memory come February.
But this year was different.
This year there was heart and soul behind my resolutions. My list wasn't made in a nod to tradition. It was made because I truly wanted to achieve. I decided I didn't want to dabble anymore. I wanted to grow my business and contribute to my family in a meaningful way. I no longer wanted to make grocery money. I wanted to make mortgage, retirement, and college tuition money. I wanted to jump in as deep as I could.
So I held my resolutions close to my heart. There was hardly a moment when my goals weren't on my mind, as they fueled many of my daily decisions. And guess what? Despite their scary and aggressive nature, I came very close to achieving them: I very nearly doubled my income.
The path was different than the one I set out to follow. It was, at times, aggravating, bumpy, confusing. Thankfully, I had the good sense to let myself follow success, even though it wasn't laid out as I'd anticipated.
And now I'm wondering what's in store for next year. I still have real business goals to achieve, as I remain far from where I'd like to be. I need to reevaluate the paths to achieve them, and therein I hope to find a resolution or two.
What about you?
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
|Source: The Cake That Ate Paris|
I'll admit it. I entered my 40's begrudgingly. I ushered in the decade sipping some bad wine while the NYC commuter trains roared by, shaking my newly acquired rental house as if it were made of paper. The stock market crash had stolen my life, and on top of that my face was showing its age. It seemed like my best years were behind me, and I wasn't happy.
That day seems eons ago, but just 5 years have passed. I've settled into my 40's, and things aren't quite so bleak. In fact, I've learned quite a bit. Here's what 45 looks like:
- I've learned that life paths are fragile and unpredictable. Today's normal may be shattered by job loss, death, or illness tomorrow. Today I strive to embrace each moment I have.
- The older I get, the more I realize I don't know. My life isn't figured out, nor do I know better than my neighbors or friends. This realization has made my life fuller, as I am open to more ideas and I don't judge.
- I've relaxed in my parenting. My children have taught me not to judge their progress with charts and compare notes with other parents. I love and support and push when necessary. That's what they need.
- I've moved beyond panic and dismay when I confront my wrinkles in the mirror. No, I haven't decided I like them, but I do realize they are part of the aging process. I will do my best to fight aging, but I will not break the bank or waste my precious time fretting about the inevitable.
- Marriage has stretched me. It is bumpy, exciting and not at all as I envisioned it when I said my vows. Marriage is compromising and arguing, but it is also laughing and partnering. Having a person who has my back when life is throwing seemingly insurmountable hurdles my way has been worth every struggle. Marriage is the soft pillow I lie my head on every night, no matter what.
- Life provides opportunities to reinvent ourselves time and again. These opportunities most often arise at life's milestones: when we go to college, get married, have children. They also come about when crisis enters our lives. These are key moments to assess wants, needs, and talents and forge a whole new path for ourselves.
- Crisis will come. I've learned to allow myself to grieve and be angry. I won't let anyone deny my struggle by pointing out a silver lining they think I ought to desperately hold onto, but after I've taken my time to grieve, I know I have to use that crisis as an opportunity to become a better version of myself.
- I spent many years pretending I was okay when I was not. Today I go out in the world acutely aware many others do the same. I am by no means perfect, but I try to offer a smile and a nice word to those who cross my path.
- I don't waste my time being angry. When I confront road rage and rude people (who are everywhere) I take a breath and shake it off. I thank my lucky stars I'm not as angry as they are, and I move on.
- I learn whenever I can. I read books, watch instructional YouTube videos, attend classes and seminars. Learning keeps me young, interesting, relevant, and informed. It makes me excited to get up and see what the day has to offer.
- I ask questions, all the time. In the past I spent a lot of time telling. Asking allows me to better understand my friends, family, and clients. It opens the door to another person's heart. It puts my focus on others, not just myself.
How does life look at your age?