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That’s Cold! 

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Welcome to my 555 series! Please read the introduction to this project {here}.  Week 5 Post 1  It’s getting cold out here and it’s freaking me out. I am also preparing to go out of the country this weekend where the temps are wet and 10 degrees colder with highs of 45F.  I just bought new sweaters and underlayers & own plenty of wool coats to choose from but am feeling stressed. I called Husband at work to tell him I’m freaking out about packing and whined like a sixteen-year old that, “my life is SO  hard.”  Obviously he hung up.        

Mixed 

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Welcome to my 555 series! Please read the introduction to this project {here}.  Week 4 Post 5 I was high-strung for a full day after my therapist told me, “you’re not a laid back person, and it’s OKAY!!!”  I break into hysterical laughter over my friends’ most inane inside jokes but roll my eyes at jokes told by inane people. I miss my family so much but get anxious whenever I have to plan a trip home.  I like spending most of my time alone, but am always thinking of who I’d like to hang out with next. I’m a member of the Mixed Emotions Club.    

Winner’s Checklist

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Wake up Oil pull and brush teeth Drink a glass of room temp water Have morning sex Drink water Drink herbal Chinese tea from acupuncturist Yoga Green smoothie and supplements Write morning pages while drinking water Smile at hanging poster of kittens in a teacup Bang out two posts that will undoubtedly go viral Have homemade lunch while editing and planning out the calendar Chat on speaker phone with a friend for 20 minutes while doing lunges (burpees optional) Drink more water Style and shoot indoor photos Lay out plan for tomorrow’s post Reply to email and leave insightful comments on followed blogs Schedule playdates with friends for the upcoming week Eat an apple, drink water Hit the pavement for errands and the mid afternoon walk Smile at senior citizens waiting for the bus Buy fresh produce Have a banana at 5 o’clock Write down ideas from afternoon walk while sipping on green juice Make dinner Facetime with mother Shower, brush, floss Have evening sex Go to bed knowing tomorrow I am going to wake …

That Girl

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I am that girl who asks the questions she really can’t handle the answers to. I am that girl who misplaces her neck cream and finds it days later under her bed. I am that girl who plays imaginary Go Fish with invisible cards at a table of two year olds. I am that girl who gets nostalgic each time she makes a smoothie in the blender she received as a wedding gift. I am that girl who lives for heels but lives in flats. I am that girl who hoards paper and stationery. I am that girl who used to paint and draw. I am that girl who buys fresh ginger week after week just to find them all shriveled on the kitchen countertop month after month. I am that girl who has half used tubes of lotion and random lipgloss in each and every bag. I am that girl who can pull splinters out of tiny hands with her finger tips, pick tan bark out of a preschooler’s nostril, and clear pebbles out …

Nobody Said It Was Going To Be Easy

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Sometimes I wish I were that girl who didn’t make the right choices.  It is so much easier to be the one who does what she wants and doesn’t think about consequences or other people.  Life appears smoother to the one who never needs to wonder about long term consequences, never feeling the responsibility to positively affect change in the world, or wish to be more in touch with her higher being.  I wish being my higher being or best self didn’t involve having to make hard ass choices.I wish it were easier for me to turn a blind eye … to say to hell with it. I am thankful though, that I do think bigger than myself. Nobody said it was going to be easy.  So I need to stop being surprised when it isn’t. Making hard ass choices cause us to question our values.  They challenge our conviction.  They make our shoulders feel lighter, but make our chests close up, and make it hard to breathe.  Making hard choices that are good for …

Thirty going on Thirteen

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I am not surprised to hear full grown women admit to only feeling like they are still twelve years old.  Living for years outside of our parents’ houses, building careers, paying taxes, wading through schools of fish in that sea of love, buying property …. and still feeling a bit … twelve. Rachel and Kate, chatting about still feeling “twelve” and other girly topics over tea. RZProject S3-5 When I first moved away from home half way across the world,  I was already twenty six years old.  I rationalized it was the perfect age for me to head to San Francisco because I was old enough to make big changes, and still young enough to change things again if it didn’t work out.  At that point in my life, I had been working for a few years after college, experienced being truly in love, experienced betrayal, was the guardian of four preteens for a summer overseas, and managed to determine with the help of supportive friends and my dear parents, what it was I needed …