Author: bp

The Perfect Poem

When you find the perfect poem at 7am, you just have to share it.  I look at my life, and believe I have done what I could in the best way I knew how.  We were not perfect, but I damn well tried and so did he. We will continue to do what we can in our lives, but have sadly agreed it will no longer be in a life together.   Perfection in love is not possible, but in a poem it sometimes is.  Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.   Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in. Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This …

Snippets of My Week – Three Things

aka,  Three Things You Should Do Too Because I Just Did Them and Would Do Again 1.  Go to the #goopMRKT pop up on 140 Maiden Lane in San Francisco before it closes on Sunday, May 22. Admire how Team Goop & designer Steven designed the interior of the historic Frank Llyod Wright building. The entire set up is what I’d hoped the Goop experience would be: tightly curated items,  stylized merchandising, and a feel good forcefield strong enough to eradicate any second thoughts about plunking down mucho dinero on personalized cookbooks, organic blush, plant scented body oil, and vegetable dye based lip stuff.     The force is so strong that you go back the next day with your friend to purchase a few pieces of athleisure attire, rationalizing your money is better spent here than at Lululemon, where you don’t go anymore anyway. You’re a practical gal, shopping for your gear at Athleta & GapFit with your Gap Visa rewards points – which you’ve earned a lot more of after hitting #goopMRKT two days in …


Resolution #1 Stop hitting the snooze button  The alarm goes off and I immediately hit snooze. I usually set it for 5:25 AM to give me time to slowly rise before 6:15 AM yoga, but I inevitably snooze until 6:05 and miss my class altogether. I did remedy this the other night: showered and ready for bed, I slipped into leggings, a yoga tank, and bra instead of my light flannel PJs. At 6:05 AM Tuesday morning after “snoozing” for 40 minutes I turned off my heating pad (yes, I sleep with one) rolled out of bed, brushed, rinsed, and ran out the door. I made it to the studio in a respectable 13 minutes only slightly late and ready to roll, but started wilting at the 40 minute mark in class, leading to my next resolution … Resolution #2  Keep swimming  My yoga instructor is tight in body, instruction, mindset, and in discipline. Girlfriend also uses a heck of a lot of metaphors and motivational lines during each class. “If you let go of the toe, …

Good Plan

I don’t have the arm nor core strength I should by now from the frequency of workouts I do. I often resist upping the ante.  I will start to lift more weight, push aside fear, and  do more cardio.  It’s impressive what plans come to mind when leaning against an air mattress while eating jalapeño kettle chips midday.  Good plan.   

 Bed head 

My hair is cut into a bob. Though this can youthen ones appearance when styled just so, it doesn’t do anything for somebody who cannot pull the ends into a low pony tail, nor smoothly side sweep the top under a single, sleek barrette when she needs to. In my experience, when not blown out or when you forget your favorite hair serum at home, a gal with a bob has two choices on vacation when the temperatures are cold and the wind is unkind: bed head or hat head. Some days I prefer Option A, Bed Head: my lopsided head of hair pieced in short’ish cowlicks thanks to falling asleep with damp hair.  On other days I like Option B, Hat Head: the straggly  static-electricity appeal generated from my beanie & faux fur hood. The choices are not great, but at least they are limited.  

Sometimes It’s Obvious

Sometimes the devil comes in obvious forms. He’s not sly about his intentions. He wants to lower you in. He wants to bring you to the dark side. He wants to fuck. you. up.      Served strategically on the side of my soup in all of his pillowy comfort and savory fragrance, this basil, pepper, & feta beauty hanging out as a sidekick to my bowl of soup taunted me.  I normally forgo standard baked goods, but this devil had every intention of being torn apart. He was not going to be ignored.  What can I say? He asked for it. It was obvious.    


This morning I need downtime.  A day in would be great, especially when on vacation. If I were back home, this is one of those days that I would stay inside cooking, doing laundry, and likely listening to podcasts in the background.  I was hoping to spend my early afternoon the same way out here in the apartment.  There was a slight hitch though.  The binder instructions for using the washing machine are in English, but the machine itself is not.      After a slight struggle figuring it out using an inventive google app that scans foreign text on a smart phone and translates it for you, it was easier to approach the housekeeper to help out, but even with her “magic touch,” the machine got stuck after she left. About an hour later she was back with her partner armed with buckets of water ready for the morning cleanup and was surprised to see me still in the room with the machine blinking an indecipherable warning code.  I felt it best to leave them to …

Be Audacious

Welcome to my 555 series! Please read the introduction to this project {here}.  Week 5 Post 5 I think we all get so used to letting go of dreams that don’t work out, that we are at a loss for handling ourselves years later when we start dreaming about them again. We doubt if it is ever going to materialize, and we doubt whether we even deserve it because, “shouldn’t it have happened to me by now if I was worthy to begin with?”   We are haunted by thoughts & moments that we pushed to the side at one sad point either due to failure or by unfortunate necessity. These unrelenting ghosts fill us with hope & the audacity to think we can still achieve these greater things.   Let’s be audacious then, shall we?