A proven scientific fact I just made up- a nice long run can help solve any problem. Lost your job? Take eight miles and think about what you really want to do next. Cat ran away? A nice five-mile sprint around the neighborhood counts as looking for that little butthead. Stressed about relationship woes? Take a breather and a 10-mile jog to gain some perspective. No matter what issue I’ve been facing I’ve found for the past half my life (mind you, I’m in my 30’s- we’re looking at 15+ years) there is nothing better than a few miles of pavement (or trails as I’ve started to go easier on my knees) to work through whatever shit is on my mind.
Guess who should be taking a break from running but definitely didn’t today…
Yow! My foot hurts. But, last night I drowned my sorrows with an entire box of Mrs. T’s classic cheddar pierogis , so… You know.
I recently had a conversation with someone. From this talk, I’ve deducted that whether I think I have control over it all or not, it’s going to happen. Life is going to keep moving. So I ask myself, how can I just roll with it and not worry so much about the things that are beyond my control?
Woke up real early today and fiddled on my phone a bit before going for a run. For the past few days the arch of my foot has really been bothering me, but considering recent events I really needed a run.
If I were slightly more playful I’d probably joke that today’s song was “Another one bites the dust,” but I’m probably more bummed out about it then I’m letting on.
But at the end of the day I’m really starting to wonder, if the problem isn’t you, is it me? Continue reading
As I mentioned yesterday, I’ve been having an interesting week. Between interviews I didn’t even know would be interviews, contract gigs and other life things… phew. Also, I am pretty confident that I took last night’s dose of melatonin twice because not only did I sleep for 11 straight hours but WHOA. Talk about weird dreams.
So, with nearly half a day’s worth of sleep in my back pocket I took off on today’s soggy, soggy run and had one of the more meta thoughts I’ve had in a while… Where do ideas come from?
How did I even get the idea to think about the thought about where ideas originate and are thought about? (Extra sleep?)
Well, yesterday I went to a coffee meeting that turned out to be a job interview.
I think I was dressed appropriately, at least in terms of Seattle business casual. I did my best to present myself in a positive light and thanks to recent circumstances (ahem, practice with asking questions on interviews in real life) I was able to pose insightful inquiries into the position and company.
Then, then my friends, I started working as a contractor for this very early stage start-up. This is a gig I interviewed for Monday and started Tuesday.
What is going on, universe?
While my run was long and lovely this post is going to have to be short and sweet. When it rains, it pours (and I live in Seattle). Had an interview for some contract work yesterday and after an interview for another contract position I actually start today- yay!
Oh man, I messed up.
Wanted for barter: an editor/content filter. I can’t pay you yet but I promise to take you with me when I get my book deal.
I am continually amazed at the fine lines that separate vast extremes. Utter clarity and total confusion are precariously close. Thoughtful transcriptions and hurtful allocations. Unparalleled happiness and total depression.
If you haven’t gathered where I’m going, I’ll spit it out. I wrote something that hurt someone’s feelings. I do regret my failure to identify that while my words carried the emotional impact of parts of my personal experiences, the scenario which I ultimately published was skewed, edited for length and flow, and at the end of the day very hurtful to someone I love.
So how do we do damage control on our own lives?
Truth be told, didn’t go for a run today. Wanted to write nonetheless.
Last August I visited Kansas City and had one of those magical moments. I was riding backseat while my friend Katie drove me and Paul to her parents house. We were fairly hungover as we had pulled a classic “Ohmigawd I forgot what you looked like and what alcohol is” and pickled our livers with margaritas the previous evening.
We were driving among the boulevards and the sky was a dull grey and the grass was an electric shade of yellow-green. Many years prior Katie had burned a classic rock mix CD for her father, and since he was lending her his car it was what happened to play on the radio. I had just quit a job (are you noticing a pattern here) and was in that familiar WTF am I doing with my life.
As we drove across state lines “You Can’t Always Get What You Want” played, echoing probably, everyone in the car’s sentiments at that given moment. I’m asking you, is there a more perfect song ever?
Greetings from sunny, muggy Kansas City! I made it, but not before I did two things I regret. (Hey baby, there really ain’t no easy way out).
First, when I checked the price of a Lyft vs Uber it was at least 15$ cheaper to take an Uber. Now, I don’t know about you but when all the allegations about how Uber treats their female employees and engineers surfaced that was all I needed to cease using the ap. Unfortunately, as someone who recently lost their job I have to make economical choices. When the ride to the airport is significantly cheaper guess which ride you have to call.
Unfortunately, there was a surge. Or the ap knew I needed a ride (as I had checked the price) and jacked up my rate. So, against my better judgement I had to go the Uber Pool route- a trip which managed to pick up 3 other passengers. At rush hour, through downtown Seattle. I had to though… It was the difference between a 66$ ride and a 32$ one.
So I regret everything about my choice to use Uber. But, what can I say. I just love running through airports.
My food-spirit animal is a pickle because that is continually what I find myself in.
There is a reason they call in PNWonderland. Just had the most amazing five days in lovely Washington state. Drove to the edge of the continent and back, trekked on beaches and through rain forests. Spent time with a new friend who could maybe convince a girl to stay.
Life is what happens when you are busy making plans, right?
Yesterday was a glorious Thursday, one where I fully crushed funemployement.
I did the daily run followed by the daily writing. Then I met two friends at Golden Gardens and hung out on the beach in the sun. Then we got tacos (and saw Hot Pete!). After that I went to Capitol Hill and hung out with some new hilarious people, saw a rock show and was safe in bed by midnight.
Thursday for the win.
Seattle, you’re making it hard to help a girl decide if she want’s to stay or leave. Across my day of activities with new and old friends I found certain topics presenting themselves time and time again, and it got me thinking.
When did we stop taking care of each other?