Posing

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I’ve never been very good at posing.

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Like many others, I wear my heart on my sleeve. Even people with the emotional radar of a doormat pick up on when I say I’m fine but am lying through my teeth, or when the smile and usually bubbly demeanor seem strained.

The last months have required a lot of posing on my part. Life just hasn’t been as awesome as it usually is for a variety of different reasons that I didn’t feel comfortable discussing openly with family or friends, much less putting out in the blogosphere for strangers, professional contacts, and God knows who else to read. (Let’s just call Spring of 2012 “The Perfect Storm” and leave it at that.) But after a long day of pretending everything was rocking as usual for the benefit of those around me, the last thing I wanted to do was to come home and write a blog post about this awesome new restaurant I tried or this sweet dessert I just baked or other “wow, my exciting life in San Francisco is the raddest!” type of fodder that often invades my place on the web here.

And when I write that stuff, it’s true. I’m an honest person, whether it is with my friends, my colleagues, or my internet persona—I just have, necessarily, more of a filter. But I got to the point where I felt like I was lying to everyone around me and the last thing I wanted to do was perpetuate the everything’s-rosy mentality on the internet when I was often sitting at home and NOT feeling that way, exactly. There is a lot of value in concepts such as “choose your attitude” or “fake it til you make it” but when it gets to the point where it seems you’re lying to yourself, it doesn’t feel right.

So I stopped blogging. That’s the real reason. It’s not that I was too busy—I’m always too busy, but there’s also always time for the things that are more important. I stopped blogging because I didn’t want to LOL and Winking smile and tell funny witty vignettes about my super-duper life when I was kind of going through a rough patch. Which we all do, at different times, and that’s fine—they pass.

But then I realized today that I was very much at risk of losing this blog forever. This blog has gone through seasons of life with me, from a hut in Africa to meandering through Southeast Asia to moving home to Granite Bay and wondering what to do with my life to a new world in San Francisco. There have been times I’ve been posting frequently, other times less so. There have been fun posts and insightful posts and stressed out posts and everything in between. Life isn’t perfect and there are seasons for everything. Sometimes things go your way, sometimes they don’t. But the answer is not to hide under a rock during those times and pretend they’re going to pass without casualty. Life’s rockier and more uncertain patches are a gift that give us the opportunity for learning, for growth, and for reflection, and make those sweet times and perfect moments that much more meaningful.

I won’t lie and say everything has been worked out yet, but I will be honest and say that I’m working on those things. Life will always have its complications, and the important thing is to focus on the joys, blessings, and love that we all have in our lives—sometimes you just have to look a little harder to see them.

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I won’t let P&P die. There may be times I don’t want to log on and don’t want to share, and other times I do. But this blog has been an extension of me, and I need to hold on to these hobbies that I love and that bring me joy, if only on a small piece of the interwebs. And at the end of the day, life really is super-duper awesome.

For anyone who is actually reading this post, thanks for not forgetting about me. This time, I’m really back, bit by bit.

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  • Because I’m Awesome.

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    It’s amazing how easy it is to go through life without having enough FUN.

    I have a lot of fun, usually, but also find myself occasionally wondering what happened to the carefree nature of life. Days when I’m tired, stressed, and “fun” activities become obligation.

    Tonight was one of those nights. I’d paid to go to a GrubWithUs—hadn’t been to one in a long time and I love them—but it ended up being a little stressful. Work is crazy, I’m flying to San Diego tomorrow night, and I had to get to Pac Heights at a decent time. Once I found myself in Chinatown waiting for the 1 California bus, two passed me and didn’t stop because they were full. I was stressed, miserably cold, freaking out about being late, wondering how I’d get to the restaurant and then…

    I realized that NO ONE WAS MAKING ME DO THIS.

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    Instead I walked up to Powell Street and hopped on the cable car back down to Market, enjoying the wind in my hair and one of my favorite SF traditions on a peaceful night. I walked into Forever 21 and bought a super cheap, sexy dress and $3 turquoise feather earrings because I could. I finally bought the Street Smart newspaper from a homeless person, hopped on the bus, bought a 7-pound bag of ice for $2.75 just so I could have one icy cocktail, mixed it up when I got home along with a bowl of pasta. For dessert, I ate an entire king-size chocolate bar without caring about how many miles I should run tomorrow morning to burn it off.

    And I realized: I can do this. Whenever I want.

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    Not saying that eating a whole chocolate bar or being buzzed off of a gin and tonic on a Monday night is the key to life, but I realized that I’m constantly obeying rules for myself without even realizing it.

    • I have to be working all the time.
    • I always have to be checking my email.
    • I have to run all the time or be feeling guilty about not running.
    • I need to eat healthy and punish myself when I don’t.
    • I shouldn’t eat the chocolate. I shouldn’t have the cocktail.
    • I have to follow through on every. single. obligation. regardless of how important it actually is or how I am feeling in my mind, body, and spirit.
    • I should be doing something more productive right now.
    • I should lose 5 pounds to be sexier and skinnier. I should feel bad about my body until I do so.
    • I need to constantly project a certain image.
    • I have to obey one million ideas that no one’s forcing me to do.

    Well I’m done with this. I’m ready to spend more time being selfish. I’m ready to spend more time doing things that make me feel good. Because I’m awesome. I’m done doing everything for everyone else and I’m going to focus on me and what makes me happy, whether that’s running 7 miles before 7 or not waking up til 11 or eating a fresh salad or the entire chocolate bar or going to bed at 9PM or 3AM or going out and not having a drink or going out and having several or taking an extended lunch break because we all know I get my work done or working through the whole day so I can turn my computer off at 5PM and not touch it til the next morning. I’m going to spend my time how I WANT to spend my time, whether that’s out with a bunch of friends or home drinking cocoa in my jammies or waking up early to exercise or deciding that in no way I’m going to exercise today or prioritizing happiness and pleasure. Because I’m awesome.

    I’m done hanging out with friends when it feels like a chore.

    I’m done sitting home alone when it feels like a prison.

    I’m done thinking of what others expect before I think about what truly makes me happy.

    Lord knows I keep healthy. Lord knows I’m good at my job. Lord knows I’m dedicated. That’s not the question. The question is how much joy I take out of the small moments.

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    I’m resolving to be more hedonistic in the small moments.

    • I’ll get off the bus a stop early to get hot chocolate for less than $2.
    • I’ll walk the long way back to the bus after work to think.
    • I’ll eat the chocolate or the ice cream or the fried chicken.
    • I’ll waste time doing something that feels like anything but a waste.
    • I’ll look at myself in the mirror and tell myself I’m gorgeous. I’ll have a dance party with myself and not care who is watching.
    • I’ll flirt with whoever I want, be it the guy on the bus or at the store or anywhere else, just because it’s fun.
    • I’ll stop trying to apologize for the fact that I am sexy yet strong, smart and sweet and a whole ball of sass rolled into one.
    • I’ll stop trying to live up to other’s expectations and set my own.

    Because I’m awesome. And I deserve it. And so do you.

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    Why do we as women put so much pressure on ourselves, in work, in relationships, at home, in life? Why do we feel like taking time for ourselves is selfish or lazy or unproductive? It’s not. If we all were a little more selfish with our time, if we were all a bit better at saying NO, at expressing how we ACTUALLY feel instead of convincing ourselves that we’re overreacting, at eating the chocolate, at dumping the dude who makes you feel bad about yourself, at hiring that babysitter or house cleaner or pickup/delivery laundry service or whatever small thing to make our life easier, the entire world would be a better place.

    There’s a place for selfless sacrifice in every day. But there’s also a time to stop caring about who thinks what and what you should be doing and concentrate on what you want to be doing so that YOU feel fulfilled, refreshed and more energetic and happy than ever and can apply that to every area of your life. I’m doing that… because I can.

    Join me.

    (PS, if you’re ever in need of a pick me up, listen to the Dollyrots’ song Because I’m Awesome while singing along in your jammies. It’s a guaranteed mood booster. It might even prompt an inane blog post about your self-appointed awesomeness.)

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  • Too Close to Home: The Masonic Ave Fire

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    Last night, nothing happened and everything did.

    I had just sat down with my laptop around 8PM to do a little productive work on the 1st of the year to get it started off right, after quite the lazy day. Only minutes afterward I heard a woman screaming outside, in a bone-chilling way, and the sirens of police cars. Mind you, I live in a cute house on a hill in San Francisco, this doesn’t usually happen right here. I called my neighbor to see what was going on and that’s when the fire trucks came. Several. The street was rapidly filling with red and white lights and that’s when I went outside and saw the smoke billowing from the house three doors down.

    Initial reaction was slight panic. It’d be fine, right? Firefighters do this stuff every day. I was outside and then I went back into my apartment with the door still open. Then the commotion around grew louder and people start streaming out of their houses. A policewoman banged on the door and said words I’d never heard in this context – “we need you to get out.”

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    I grabbed the duffel bag in front of me and it was like the world stopped. There I was standing in the middle of my apartment as chaos was erupting in the streets and I was focused, in that millisecond, on the age-old question: what do I take with me?

    I threw in my computers, phone charger, purse, passport, and camera. Luckily I keep all those things together, but more intentionally for an earthquake—not this. Then I grabbed a pair of jeans and my makeup “for work tomorrow.” Irrational, but in that millisecond, it was what I thought about. At this point, 15 seconds have passed at most and I found myself in the middle of the room heading out. What do I take? I grabbed my three full marathon medals off the wall, my journal, and a framed photo of me with great friends that was in arms reach. I took one glance around and had only one coherent thought: I would be okay without these things. Then I closed my door and walked out. (Don’t worry—I took these below pictures well after the fact. No photos happened until after I realized things would be okay)

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    When we were told to evacuate, I was not in imminent physical danger. The fire had not spread to my house. But fires have been running rampant over The City, and when I closed my door, I didn’t know if I’d see my belongings again. Two doors down isn’t much when you’re in old Edwardians. (Below stunning photo by Pete Briones who got some shocking shots of the fire)

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    When I was out, the flames were licking the sky, two structures fully ablaze. We were pushed all the way up to the street corner as more and more fire trucks and emergency personnel arrived. At one point, the wind picked up slightly and the embers from the flames were falling on the roof of my building. In that moment, I was waiting for what seemed to be inevitable. In that moment I was feeling three somewhat discordant things simultaneously:

    • Wow, I’m an idiot for not getting renter’s insurance, and that tab has been open on my laptop for a full week. Guess I’ll be the poster child for all my friends to get it.
    • Man, it would really suck to lose everything.
    • If this happens, everything is going to be okay.

    The last one was a bit weird but sitting out there, with neighbors wondering if our house would go up in flames, I lost the utter anxiety that had overwhelmed me and realized that I might lose everything but I would bounce right back. I was tweeting during the fire and the outpouring of love and support I received was amazing and left me at peace—realizing that even if I lost everything I owned, and it was my fault because I live in an old house with no insurance, I had people that loved me and that’s what mattered.

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    And then all of a sudden the fire was contained.

    Three buildings are heavily damaged. I don’t know the residents of those units personally, but my heart goes out to them. I can’t imagine what they’re going through right now and I wish them peace and an outpouring of love. In the end, everyone was okay. Praise the Lord.

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    Once I realized the place I lived wasn’t going to go up in flames the adrenaline crash left me queasy and feeling like I was watching a movie instead of living it. After what seemed like hours of sitting outside watching the madness unfold, we were led back to our unit by a cop under “shelter in place” conditions (aka stay inside or talk to the firefighters outside if anything is wrong). The fire ladder was still on the roof, but somehow we were okay. When I walked into my apartment and things were as they’d been, I was shocked. In that time, I had gone through shock and anger and then acceptance that I might be homeless. To walk in hours later and for the place to look untouched—it was insane.

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    I feel so incredibly blessed today. If there had just be a little more wind, or had the SFFD been just slightly slower, I could be writing a very, very different blog post today. My thoughts are with my neighbors who suffered losses last night. I truly feel an outpouring of gratefulness for so many things—the San Francisco Fire Department, the rare still night, friends who offered support if things had gone otherwise, for this building that I adore so much to still be standing. Grateful for the moments that take you out of your trivial problems and make you realize what really does matter. People, not things.

    Here I am, writing this blog post, in my intact apartment, just one day later. Nothing happened—but yet everything did.

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  • Christmas Actually Is All Around

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    As I sit here on Christmas evening, I’ve found myself thinking about what Christmas means to different people. It’s Jesus’s birthday, of course, but the holiday is celebrated in many different ways by people who believe many different things. There’s an overarching “holiday spirit” that infects us, and takes on a variety of forms. I’ve seen Christmas manifest itself in several ways over the last few days.

    Christmas is nighttime Embarcadero runs with friends, followed by fries.

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    Christmas is a Christmas Eve trail run with mom, a beautiful day with some big hills to boot.

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    Christmas is cinnamon rolls, cookies, waffles, more waffles, more cookies…

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    Christmas is spending hours setting up what seemed like thousands of paper bags filled with dirt and votive candles two feet apart across two huge corner lots, only to have the end result be completely worth it.

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    Christmas is time with family.

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    Even the adopted family that barks.

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    Christmas is receiving Funfetti cake, pancake mix, a waffle maker, and The Stick for Christmas, and recognizing that your loved ones know you pretty freaking well.

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    Christmas is watching movies that are definitely Christmas movies, some that are debatable, and others that most definitely are NOT.

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    But to me, most importantly, Christmas is a time to reflect on the faith that shapes my life that defines my heart, that gives me comfort in times of turmoil, that gives me hope in times of despair.

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    The holidays have been pretty loaded for me these last few years. In 2008 I was overseas and lonely, away from all I held dear; in 2009 I was home for two weeks after 15 months abroad and in extreme culture shock and confusion; in 2010 I had just returned home after 27 difficult months overseas. The post I wrote last year really shows where I was at that time—grateful.

    This holiday season has been hard. Instead of filling consumed by joy and love, I’ve been, to be honest, a bit sad. Loneliness has ruled in my mind over togetherness. Stress has overwhelmed peace. But finally this weekend I’ve been brought back to Earth, to focus on what truly matters instead of getting caught up in everything else.

    This week is my one year anniversary of returning home from Africa, one year since going vegetarian, one year since the most recent chapter of my life began. So it’s a little emotionally loaded. But what I pause to reflect on is LOVE. Just love.

    I’m looking forward to an exciting new year ahead, to new beginnings and endings. And to remember the spirit of Christmas for what is truly is: a gift of love.

    Merry Christmas everyone!

    Courtney

    PS. The winner of the coffee giveaway is MCM mama. Send me your address! : )

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    What does Christmas mean to you?

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  • A Different Perspective.

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    This weekend was all about perspective—in a variety of ways. On Saturday, I went to a race just to watch and support. I kind of did this at Half Moon Bay, but also ran 15 miles that day, so it wasn’t truly spectating. This was. I woke up at 5:45AM, drove my tired and reluctant butt over to Walnut Creek, and camped out with the Lululemon cheer station to support the runners of the inaugural Walnut Creek Half Marathon.

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    (Photo above and two below courtesy of Aron—check out her recap!)

    I got to high-five Pavement Runner, cheer wildly for Layla making her pacing debut, and celebrate post-race with Beth who hit her goal of a sub-25 5K!

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    Spectating alongside me were Katie, Aron, Kristin, and Kerry. Probably the #1 reason that got me out there was to see those girls. They are wonderful people but I rarely get to actually spend time with them—so that was rad.

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    Being on the sidelines put things in an entirely different perspective. The lulu group was awesome—hilarious signs, lemon costumes, overly energetic women and (perhaps most importantly) a DJ pumping rap music at 7AM that transformed our section of street into a little dance party.

    We definitely cheered up a lot of people, or at least distracted them when they read our signs and laughed at our dance moves! It was fun to watch a race from the sidelines, to think about what goes into it, to try to be what people need at mile 10 of a half marathon when they’re giving it their all. I really should spectate or volunteer at races more often, because it puts all the work that people do in perspective—that races are made up of far more than just the people who run them.

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    Plus, it was great fun—and I didn’t even have to run one mile!

    Today, my lesson was different, more personal. Last night, I went to bed upset. I hate going to bed with bad feelings. It pretty much guarantees a rough night of sleep, bad dreams, and an unpleasant morning. All three of those were confirmed, and when I woke up I needed to get out of my rut. Some relational things had been bothering me yesterday, and I was feeling a bit weighed down. I kind of wanted to get out of the city, but I knew it wouldn’t work. So instead, I did what I often do when I need to think—I walked to a beautiful place.

    I chose Twin Peaks, as I’ve been wanting to go up there for a long time but never could get anyone to go with me. So I went alone.

    This wasn’t so much a hike as it was a walk up steep hills, and I stopped at Tank Hill Park first per a friend’s recommendation. There, less than one mile from my house, I saw this.

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    Less than half a mile more, and I was at the top of Twin Peaks. I could see the entire city stretching out in all three directions. I was amazed, stunned by the beauty around me. Overwhelmed.

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    I could see my block from up there. Back down, in my house, little things were weighing me down. Friends were hurting me. Life was confusing me. I felt powerless.

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    Up there, it made me realize that my problems are miniscule and more importantly, they are fleeting. Everything works out. In the grand scheme of life, what was bothering me that day would pass.

    So I let go.

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    And the thing that got me was that this place is in my backyard. It’s a 20-minute walk. And in nine months of living in the city, I hadn’t gone up there. I hadn’t stopped to make time, even a couple of hours, for something important. How often do I do that in other areas of my life? With friends, with family, with work? With what makes me happy?

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    Sometimes the answers are there all along if you just take the time to step aside and look at things differently.

    Tomorrow is a new day. And I’m ready for it.

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  • December

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    Just over a month ago I wrote one of my favorite posts ever on the blog, No-Nonsense November.

    There was little to no forethought behind the post, just a straightforward declaration that I would Cut the Crap from my life in a variety of areas.

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    November has come and gone with several highlights, from the Foodbuzz Festival to Thanksgiving. But there were lows, too. And in some ways I made my vague goals and in other ways I did not.

    The biggest accomplishment: I did not eat one bite of junk food from the office the entire month. Not one bite. We always have chocolate, candy, cookies, chips, crackers. I’ve been complaining that they are the bane of my existence and responsible for my weight gain of the last six months. I couldn’t go past 3PM without snacking on something salty and sugary. But I did it. I went an ENTIRE MONTH. And now I want to keep the streak alive.

    I also gained two pounds. In a month.

    Yes, one of my goals for November was to drop a few that the office job has brought on and I thought that cutting hundreds of calories from my weekly diet in the form of simple sugars at work would be the key to kick that off. Apparently it wasn’t. At all. This disheartens me because it means that getting my body back to where I want it to be will require much more serious work and semi-obsessive attention. But it has to happen. I am sick of looking at myself in the mirror and feeling like a “before” picture. Then again, what are you supposed to do when confronted with these?

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    The great part of this is I have a plan of sorts. And I declare here that by December 31st I will see a positive change. I WILL see it because frankly I don’t think I can handle writing one more blog post like this.

    Aside from the junk food detox I had some other successes. I swore off workout excuses, and I’m happy to say I did go running in the dark a couple of times. Baby steps.

    I’ve also been working on prioritizing relationships. It’s hard, because everything goes two ways. But I recognize that a lot of the stress I feel regarding work/running/body image/state in life comes from feeling unbalanced. I know that’s all of our quest and it comes from within, but surrounding yourself with positive people really helps. I’m working on that.

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    I tried to think of a name for December, but after No-Nonsense November proved otherwise in a significant way, I figured calling it “Damn You Fine December” I should just focus on tangible goals for the month:

    • Run the California International Marathon
    • Transition to a lower-carb, higher-protein diet
    • Incorporate shorter, more intense workouts into my schedule instead of steady state cardio that is not doing much for me
    • Enjoy myself at the dozen holiday parties and strive for balance
    • Look inside for inspiration and motivation instead of to everything else but myself
    • Focus more on showing love to everyone in my life instead of receiving it
    • Meditate and pray over what I want my life to look like in 2012 and what I can do to make sure that happens

    I can’t believe 2011 is almost over. I have a good feeling about this month. Let’s go out with a bang.

    Courtney

    What are your December goals?

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