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Snippets of My Week – Three Things

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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 …

Resolutions

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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

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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 

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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.  

Exiled 

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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 …

Midday 

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Welcome to my 555 series! Please read the introduction to this project {here}.  Wk 4 Post 1  Halfway through my day and it’s 12:20pm.   Breakfast was a hearty one of oatmeal, berries with almond nut butter and a half cup of a green smoothie. I spent some time preparing my wardrobe for our upcoming trip to Europe.  I am in the middle of developing some drafts, wrote letters, wrapped a gift, read through a magazine, and will exercise in a few minutes for half an hour. For midday, I’d say so far, so good.    

Time 

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Welcome to my 555 series! Please read the introduction to this project {here}.  Wk 3 Post 5 The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. ~C.S. Lewis They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself. ~Andy Warhol It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry Those who make the worst use of their time are the first to complain of its brevity. ~Jean de La Bruyère Time is a created thing. To say ‘I don’t have time,’ is like saying, ‘I don’t want to. ~Lao Tzu   

Sunday Shame

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Welcome to my 5 5 5 series. The objective of this exercise is to write five lines five times a week for five weeks, to get me back into a regular post writing habit. Habits don’t create themselves, after all. The parameters of frequency & amount of sentences/ lines will remain throughout this series, while the topics and format can be varied. Read my introduction here. Wk 3 Post 1 I was hungry when I got home from the airport. I devoured a serving of crispy pata (deep fried pig’s knuckles) meant for three people. I ate it straight out of the disposable to-go box while standing up in the kitchen, barely getting the order fully out of its Filipino restaurant plastic take out bag before diving in. I was too busy shoveling garlic fried rice into my mouth while pulling apart the pork to plate it properly.  Of course I used utensils, it’s not like I’m an animal or anything.