Here we are, another Wednesday come and (mostly) gone, and what do I have to show for it?
Y’all, I am beyond tired from what I believe are adult onset allergies, plus the fear of serving jury duty, and a little thing called “work-life balance” going out the window. When meditation isn’t enough, I’m finding furry friends to soothe my soul.
Thankfully, the fine journalists at BuzzFeed (WINK!) have curated plenty of scrollable content to ooh and ahh over.
Some recent fave finds:
- 45 Dog Memes Guaranteed to Put You in a Good Mood
- It’s International Sloth Day So Look at These Slow Precious Babies
- And the seasonally relevant 18 Dogs Who Completely Won Halloween
Now, don’t you feel better? Point me to your favorite posts so I can peep them when I can’t sleep tonight.
I feel a little like Dory after the past few weeks … Telling myself to just keep swimming, just keep swimming. It seems harder than ever to balance being well-informed with remaining sane. So what do we do? We swim, swim, swim. And buy 1/2 price wine.
- The Serenity Prayer: Another tactic for me to stay somewhat centered in a topsy-turvy climate is this reminder. An added benefit is remembering my Pop referenced it often. His angelversary is in a few weeks, so he’s on my mind more than usual, and these words echoing in my head bring him that much closer to my heart.
- #MeToo: No doubt, you’ve seen the social media movement to share stories of sexual harassment and assault. It started with activist Tarana Burke years ago and went viral this weekend with a tweet from Alyssa Milano. The discussions are unsettling, uncomfortable and eye-opening for some — but the point remains: No one should ever be physically, verbally or mentally abused without consent. Say that C word with me now: CONSENT.
- Getaround: Despite 22 months without driving and my stubbornness to make it through numerous work trips without a car, I was foiled this week with a two-part trip through northern California. Thankfully, Getaround made it easy to, well… you guessed it. I booked an affordable SUV, backed out of a garage into traffic blindly and navigated my way through 200+ miles of freeway fun. Even a hiccup at the end (my fault) was handled swiftly. Use this link to sign up for $20 off your first trip!
- “I Get Around” – The Beach Boys: Obviously, #3 above has a lot to do with why this song has been stuck in my head. If it’s not already the soundtrack for their commercials, then I hereby claim this genius idea and shall await the profits. Plus, who doesn’t love the timeless California coolness of The Beach Boys?
PS: Last week marked SEVEN years since I began this blog — I’ve been a bit preoccupied to make a whole special post about it, but thanks for sticking with me whether you’ve been around since the first post or just joined me here today. Cheers to that!
When I ask what more can we take, that isn’t a challenge to be smited, I swear. The firestorms ravaging Napa, Sonoma and Santa Rosa are nothing less than devastating.
Many are missing or dead; homes and buildings are decimated; and it’s another example of feeling helpless for our fellow residents.
It’s an odd feeling, no doubt one we’ve all had through the year’s many tragedies and natural disasters. I feel like I’ve run out of ways to express it, and it feels ignorant to post about anything else each week.
So, if you’re looking for how to help: Here’s what you can do. And if you’re local, please call ahead before visiting shelters — they’re often overwhelmed by drop-ins.
The unspeakable continues to happen, yet we have to talk about it. Here’s hoping there’s much better news to come soon.
Here we are again — another week of absolute insanity, where I question my faith in humanity and wonder if the madness ever stops. Crucial conversations are happening, but they spark debate and unrest and even more hatred. Families are ripped apart and grieve inexplicable loss, with unanswered questions and shattered hearts. I’ve heard “the worst mass shooting in U.S. history” in reference to multiple events now in my lifetime. How is that possible?
I don’t have answers. Hell, I don’t have questions I can formulate without my blood boiling. I have prayers for peace, but all that praying isn’t changing the landscape of this very real horror we live in. Did we give up the fight when it became “OK” to kill children in their elementary school? Churches, movie theaters, music festivals… these places we seek solace and comfort in, are no longer safe. Maybe they never were.
Without getting even more preachy than I’ve already been, here’s what you can do to help. Learn the names of the victims. Call your senator. Have thoughtful conversation, with more listening than talking. Refrain from being silent, but use your voice for change — not just to soapbox on social media.
I have to believe there is hope, but even that is exhausting. Because after the news of a dear friend’s dad passing Sunday, I had no idea what terror we’d wake up to Monday morning. And it can never be too late — after yet another “worst mass shooting in U.S. history” to express your desire to feel safe in America.
Have you ever had an “oh shit” moment where you question your intelligence and entire existence, because you can’t believe you could possibly do something so stupid (read: human)? Oh boy, have I.
- Nachi Cocom Cozumel: This was far from an “oops” — this was by far, actually, the best part of #33AndCancerFree! We spent the day on a private beach with unlimited cocktails, delicious food and access to amenities. I opted to add on an oceanside massage, while others went parasailing and rented floaties. Perfection is an understatement.
- MIA TSA: Fresh off a relaxing getaway, THIS was my major f***-up. I often make snarky comments about my fellow travelers who don’t know the liquids or laptop rules, and karma came for me hard. Thankfully, the fine folks at MIA TSA Lost and Found were able to locate and overnight a very important item I left there, and I couldn’t have been happier to be reunited with it today. Major sigh of relief.
- Alli’s Birthday: It’s hard to believe my older niece didn’t stay age 3 forever, but as of yesterday, she is now 4 freaking years old. Holy heck. I don’t know where the time has gone, and I’m sure her parents feel it even more. I couldn’t be more proud of the little lady she’s growing into, and I can’t wait to see where the next year takes her. Happy birthday, Alli-gator!
- My San Franniversary: Also worth celebrating? Today’s my 3-year San Franniversary! Some days, it feels like I just got here. Other days, it feels like I’ve been here 10 years. No matter the mood, I’ve been exposed to more culture, opportunity, perspective and temperate weather than I ever imagined. Cheers to you, SF! I love to hate you sometimes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My watch says it’s 7:45pm, which I fully believe after a pre-dawn wake-up in California and a nonstop flight to Florida. It’s been another whirlwind of a week, but it’s all been leading up to tomorrow, when I’ll join my dear friend Jess and her family for a four-day cruise to Cozumel.
Hurricanes Irma and Maria have changed our itinerary, but they’re not stopping us from celebrating Jess’s birthday and cancer-free diagnosis. I’ve always known Jess to be strong, funny and full of perspective, but the last year has only further proven to me how remarkable she is.
I can’t put into words how grateful I am for her friendship and being able to celebrate with her this weekend. It’s sure to be a once-in-a-lifetime trip and I can’t wait share how much fun we had when I return!
As you already know, my family has been at the forefront of my mind while Hurricane Irma whipped her way across the state. On top of that, September brings a slew of family birthdays (we’re already through three of the five!), and today itself marks four years since my dad’s death. Oh, and I’m due to be back in Florida next week to celebrate a friend’s birthday and cancer-free diagnosis with a cruise around the Keys and Cozumel.
Shall I state the obvious? My emotions are on overdrive. I’m exhausted, while ever-grateful for the people who’ve shown constant love, support and thoughtfulness. Particularly today, as I think about the four years we’ve had without my dad, I am humbled by outreach from others.
I don’t always post or share how I’m feeling about that loss. It’s not because I’ve forgotten or because I’m “over it” or because I’m not hurting. Quite the opposite. I think about him multiple times a day and fear I’ll always be hurting. And oh, how I hate people to feel sorry for me.
Just this morning, I struggled with the way someone responded to my mom’s sentiments about my dad. We’re told there’s nothing wrong you can say when someone is grieving, but in the past four years, I’ve learned there are absolutely insensitive and thoughtless comments, which turn my grief into anger and take my energy away from what’s important.
And what’s important, to me, is reflecting on the many years we had him here. Looking back through our shared emails, texts and Facebook posts. Doing what Slick Rick loved to do: Cracking open a cold beer and watching The Weather Channel (because he loved it, with or without a hurricane to track). Listening to golden oldies and complaining about kids today. Typing in ALL CAPS and caring for others any way I can.
This beer and post are for you, Big Guy. I hope you’re getting a kick out of watching over us each day.
Images courtesy of family archives