2014 started with a self induced cleanse. I wanted clarity for my life and for me, that meant, detoxing, purifying my diet and reflecting on my priorities. I knew it would begin on the 1st and conclude on the 14th. I had a trip to Denver on the 16th. Although, originally, the plan was to day trip it to Santa Fe and work the market with a supplier friend of mine. When she called me to cancel that trip, I looked into flights to Denver and created a trip that would work for me.
Anyways, the cleanse. Prior to the cleanse, I received a letter notifying me that I would need to update my parking permit before January 1st, 2014, or be ticketed for not displaying the current permit on my car. I received the notice in late October and it sat on my counter until I made time to get a money order and mail off the notice. I did my due diligence and waited to receive the permit. I waited, and waited and waited. On the 31st, I realized that I should call the parking department and find out where the permit was...I didn't enjoy the thought of receiving a parking ticket. I worked on the first and woke up on the 2nd with a parking ticket. $42 to be exact. I called the department of transportation. First call, transferred to a voice mail at which point a menu replayed options to where I would like to be transferred. A woman answers and tells me that I had called the wrong place.
The second and third calls I was hung up on (awesome) which further incited me. I was in route to the department of transportation when this guy calls me back. He apologizes for missing my initial call and finds that my permit should be arriving today or tomorrow. I relay my frustration with receiving the $42 ticket and he tells me that there is nothing he can do about that. I would need to contact the municipal court, myself, and explain the situation.
I drive to work and consider my options. I could pay the $42 ticket and be done with it. Wouldn't that be the easiest solution? Sure, but I didn't want to pay it. I wasn't at fault and it became a principle for me. I recognized how the majority of people would just pay the ticket as it is more convenient. It is a huge hassle to drive to the municipal court, find parking, pay the meter and then enter the court house and wait for a trial date or clerk. It would be much easier to pay the ticket.
I talked to a few friends of mine and decided to pursue the case. I asked off from work and waited for the 30th to arrive. My meeting with the judge would be at 3 pm. Another inconvenience. Sure it is my day off but I cannot do wine lunch (huge bummer). I was no longer on the cleanse. During the two weeks of clarity, I had ample time to reflect on life and I became more convinced that I must absolutely pursue the time in court. There is a glitch in the system and it needed to be addressed.
I dress casually, armed with my ticket, the permit that arrived on the 2nd (via mail), the initial letter notifying me to update my permit and a determination to not pay the said ticket. I sat through two trials prior to mine. In each case, the judge asked the defendant to pay the fine. I waited until my name was called.
It's funny. I hadn't done anything wrong and yet I had anxiety--increased heartbeat. It reminded me of how I feel when I give notice to employers. It's terrifying to me.
At any rate, the judge asked the traffic cop to tell her side. She explained that she had begun ticketing on the 2nd as was instructed by the department of transportation. I was given the chance to ask her questions. In hindsight, I should have asked how many tickets she gave out that day. Instead, I expressed my frustration with the process. I explained to the judge that I had sent in for my updated permit on the 18th of December. I noted that the permit I received on the 2nd of January, was postmarked on the 31st of December. In no way would I receive the permit on time.
Instead of asking the traffic cop for a rebuttal, the judge dismissed the case. He said he was discouraged by this practice of ticketing if they were unable to get the permits to the residents on time.
Yes, pure justice even if it was inconvenient for me. It was worth that inconvenience.
It is a lovely day and I feel fantastic. About 2014, how I did a cleanse, justice and today. Cheers and make it a great one!
Friday, January 31, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Radiating
I feel fierce. There, I said it. Maybe that should be my tagline of 2014. Fierce.
I think about my decision to leave retail and sometimes, I question it. I like the majority of people that I work with. They all have had interesting lives/livelihoods and are kind, gracious, engaging. I love that. Today I sat with a woman that I respect and learned quite a lot about her life. She, too, is a fan of traveling, being without ties, free. Another lady owned her own sign making shop and fell into her current job. They had no idea that she had skills/talent in that arena as it had never come up.
Retail. There is stability and it's safe.
Not for me. It made me feel handcuffed or suffocated. This friend of mine last night offered some insight. His thought was that typically people either do not like their boss (not the case for me) or it is the culture of the company that made my skin crawl. I don't know if it was that, exactly. I think I was not a good fit for retail. The schedule, lack of travel and a few other things. Mostly the lack of travel. I think most of my co-workers understand that about me, too, even if they have only known me for a few months. Somehow that factor shines through.
So, yea, I feel fierce. Capable. Ready. I took a minute, for myself, as I do whenever I see the time is 9:27--(my birthday). Last night, I paused for a minute and had this immense sensation overtake me. I know it sounds strange but I felt energized, relieved, and knowledgeable that I was okay. I had made the right decision to be where I am now. It was incredible. I felt empowered. Calm in that knowledge.
I have missed yoga the last few days. Tomorrow, I will return, meet a few wine vendors, go to court to fight a parking ticket (I am too principled to not) and meet a friend at one of my favorite eateries in the Valley. I mentioned it to the cheese buyer in passing and he surprised me by offering to join me on our day off. Tomorrow will be a great day off. I feel that I am in the right place for greatness. As much as I have challenged, struggled, tried to conform...I know, it is my way to continue to take the unbeaten path. It is me. In that vein, I will thrive. I know it. I am ready for the next venture. I have been invited to Palm Springs, Park City, Spain and Denver for the world beer cup. I want to do it all. I can do it all. I will do it all. I am stoked.
ah...life is good. i am thrilled to be here now~
I think about my decision to leave retail and sometimes, I question it. I like the majority of people that I work with. They all have had interesting lives/livelihoods and are kind, gracious, engaging. I love that. Today I sat with a woman that I respect and learned quite a lot about her life. She, too, is a fan of traveling, being without ties, free. Another lady owned her own sign making shop and fell into her current job. They had no idea that she had skills/talent in that arena as it had never come up.
Retail. There is stability and it's safe.
Not for me. It made me feel handcuffed or suffocated. This friend of mine last night offered some insight. His thought was that typically people either do not like their boss (not the case for me) or it is the culture of the company that made my skin crawl. I don't know if it was that, exactly. I think I was not a good fit for retail. The schedule, lack of travel and a few other things. Mostly the lack of travel. I think most of my co-workers understand that about me, too, even if they have only known me for a few months. Somehow that factor shines through.
So, yea, I feel fierce. Capable. Ready. I took a minute, for myself, as I do whenever I see the time is 9:27--(my birthday). Last night, I paused for a minute and had this immense sensation overtake me. I know it sounds strange but I felt energized, relieved, and knowledgeable that I was okay. I had made the right decision to be where I am now. It was incredible. I felt empowered. Calm in that knowledge.
I have missed yoga the last few days. Tomorrow, I will return, meet a few wine vendors, go to court to fight a parking ticket (I am too principled to not) and meet a friend at one of my favorite eateries in the Valley. I mentioned it to the cheese buyer in passing and he surprised me by offering to join me on our day off. Tomorrow will be a great day off. I feel that I am in the right place for greatness. As much as I have challenged, struggled, tried to conform...I know, it is my way to continue to take the unbeaten path. It is me. In that vein, I will thrive. I know it. I am ready for the next venture. I have been invited to Palm Springs, Park City, Spain and Denver for the world beer cup. I want to do it all. I can do it all. I will do it all. I am stoked.
ah...life is good. i am thrilled to be here now~
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Sunday Funday
Do I go to yoga or not? I woke up later than usual and chose to skip yoga. I went yesterday and I do adore the instructor. He always plays great music, has a great flow and I always benefit from his class. He teaches today and he taught yesterday. I supposed I felt it was okay to skip as I had went yesterday.
A few days ago, I dashed out of yoga since I had to work at one pm. Class starts at noon and concludes at 1. In the past few weeks I have been going to this class to sustain some sort of happiness.
On Thursday, I rushed out of class to shower and ensure that I would have time to get a coffee. I know, semi-lame, but a necessary commodity in my life. As I was dressing I noticed that I had lost my earring, again. Third time, at least, that I have lost my new favorite earring. I bought these lovely coral earrings in Santa Fe during my birthday weekend. I love the earrings and understand that I should purchase backs to keep the earrings in instead of dealing with the madness associated with me frantically looking for them.
So, Thursday, I noticed that I had lost one of the earrings. I looked around the bathroom, shower stall, my bag of clothing and mentioned it to the front desk as I was leaving. I asked them to be on the lookout for my lost coral earring. I didn't want to return to the classroom and interrupt their flow.
Yesterday, I entered the studio and inquired about a lost earring. The new lady was like--well, we do have a diamond earring that was left behind....yea, I look like I wear diamond earrings on a regular basis. I told the lady of my story of how I had lost the earring a few times prior. Her response--maybe you shouldn't wear those earrings.
Thanks for the sage advice.
I looked around the bathroom, yoga studio and focused on the class. I left early to shower and while I was dressing, I found my earring. Yea! So thrilled for the kindness of strangers. Even if it wasn't a diamond earring.
I will enjoy being outside and then work tonight. It is a beautiful day. Yoga can wait til tomorrow, Tuesday or Wednesday. I have some weird work days over the next few days. Finally, my schedule gets changed. It's only been five months of working the same shift which has created a cycle of existing, not living. I tried to make small changes, like attending the noon class, and it helped (a little).
Today is about sunshine and embracing the next opportunity.
A few days ago, I dashed out of yoga since I had to work at one pm. Class starts at noon and concludes at 1. In the past few weeks I have been going to this class to sustain some sort of happiness.
On Thursday, I rushed out of class to shower and ensure that I would have time to get a coffee. I know, semi-lame, but a necessary commodity in my life. As I was dressing I noticed that I had lost my earring, again. Third time, at least, that I have lost my new favorite earring. I bought these lovely coral earrings in Santa Fe during my birthday weekend. I love the earrings and understand that I should purchase backs to keep the earrings in instead of dealing with the madness associated with me frantically looking for them.
So, Thursday, I noticed that I had lost one of the earrings. I looked around the bathroom, shower stall, my bag of clothing and mentioned it to the front desk as I was leaving. I asked them to be on the lookout for my lost coral earring. I didn't want to return to the classroom and interrupt their flow.
Yesterday, I entered the studio and inquired about a lost earring. The new lady was like--well, we do have a diamond earring that was left behind....yea, I look like I wear diamond earrings on a regular basis. I told the lady of my story of how I had lost the earring a few times prior. Her response--maybe you shouldn't wear those earrings.
Thanks for the sage advice.
I looked around the bathroom, yoga studio and focused on the class. I left early to shower and while I was dressing, I found my earring. Yea! So thrilled for the kindness of strangers. Even if it wasn't a diamond earring.
I will enjoy being outside and then work tonight. It is a beautiful day. Yoga can wait til tomorrow, Tuesday or Wednesday. I have some weird work days over the next few days. Finally, my schedule gets changed. It's only been five months of working the same shift which has created a cycle of existing, not living. I tried to make small changes, like attending the noon class, and it helped (a little).
Today is about sunshine and embracing the next opportunity.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Random thoughts of this morning
Gorgeous weather. It feels like March and it's only January. I know I keep harping on this. All due to fear of what it will be like in March. Will I have a/c on at that point? If that is the case, I think, my landlord will speed up the demolition process of my house. He mentioned to me, casually over dinner with friends, that his goal was to remodel his house which meant he would be leveling mine. Awesome way to begin 2014. Knowing that I will be relocating by June if not sooner.
In many ways I welcome the change. It would be nice to have a home with more natural light, saltillo tile, a ceiling fan and most importantly a bath tub. Every time I get a massage, one of my therapists demands that I take a salt bath to further release the toxins. I love taking baths and have not afforded that luxury in two years as neither rental had that option.
I am heading out in a bit to track down cake for my landlord's step kids. Fraternal twins and full of athleticism. Rarely are they not skateboarding, swimming, cycling...nonstop on the go. They are kind to me and I am thankful they told me about their birthdays today.
I am working later today after a much wanted yoga class. I did enjoy the hike yesterday and now I am ready to sweat out toxins, clear my skin and listen to music. I think that is one of the must haves for me when it comes to yoga class. It reminds me of dance class and that is why I enjoy it. I always loved dancing. To be able to express yourself with music is intoxicating. I have a cousin that I have not seen since she was 6 or 7 years old who is a professional dancer. I have no idea how many years of dance she took to get her to this point. It's incredible from my perspective. I hope to have the opportunity to see her perform at some point.
For the next few months I will make an effort to enjoy hiking, running and riding my bike. I actually purchased a decent road bike two years ago. I have ridden it to and from work and could spend more time on it as opposed to walking or driving. Yesterday, I ran out of time to meet my Mini. Otherwise, I would have preferred to walk up to Mill. That way I could have avoided the parking situation and watching the meter. Thankfully, I did move my car before being ticketed. The fear of being ticketed $42 makes me want to never frequent Mill Avenue shops or bars. That ticket price is unforgiving. I could understand $20 or even $25 for a parking violation. $42 seems extreme on a first offense. Motivates me to avoid the area and shop elsewhere unless I walk or ride my bike.
Today is a lovely day. Full of possibility, opportunity and celebration. I will miss the twins' party but I can bring them cake to start the day.
Cheers!
In many ways I welcome the change. It would be nice to have a home with more natural light, saltillo tile, a ceiling fan and most importantly a bath tub. Every time I get a massage, one of my therapists demands that I take a salt bath to further release the toxins. I love taking baths and have not afforded that luxury in two years as neither rental had that option.
I am heading out in a bit to track down cake for my landlord's step kids. Fraternal twins and full of athleticism. Rarely are they not skateboarding, swimming, cycling...nonstop on the go. They are kind to me and I am thankful they told me about their birthdays today.
I am working later today after a much wanted yoga class. I did enjoy the hike yesterday and now I am ready to sweat out toxins, clear my skin and listen to music. I think that is one of the must haves for me when it comes to yoga class. It reminds me of dance class and that is why I enjoy it. I always loved dancing. To be able to express yourself with music is intoxicating. I have a cousin that I have not seen since she was 6 or 7 years old who is a professional dancer. I have no idea how many years of dance she took to get her to this point. It's incredible from my perspective. I hope to have the opportunity to see her perform at some point.
For the next few months I will make an effort to enjoy hiking, running and riding my bike. I actually purchased a decent road bike two years ago. I have ridden it to and from work and could spend more time on it as opposed to walking or driving. Yesterday, I ran out of time to meet my Mini. Otherwise, I would have preferred to walk up to Mill. That way I could have avoided the parking situation and watching the meter. Thankfully, I did move my car before being ticketed. The fear of being ticketed $42 makes me want to never frequent Mill Avenue shops or bars. That ticket price is unforgiving. I could understand $20 or even $25 for a parking violation. $42 seems extreme on a first offense. Motivates me to avoid the area and shop elsewhere unless I walk or ride my bike.
Today is a lovely day. Full of possibility, opportunity and celebration. I will miss the twins' party but I can bring them cake to start the day.
Cheers!
Friday, January 24, 2014
Friday occurrences
Happy Friday! I had the most awesome day today. Well, awesome, in that there was no work involved. Either place. I did whatever I wanted, drank some wine, and remembered why I enjoy my life. Boy, do I miss the freedom!
I met Brandon for our weekly hike. Somehow we manage to be good for a consistent basis and then drop off for five months before finding our way back to the fantastic ritual. Our goal was Camelback as they recently reopened Echo. New parking lot to boot.
Sounded awesome, in theory. The reality of it had other ideas. We drove up to a glorieta (in Mexico how they refer to roundabouts). I think roundabouts are a complete waste of time. No one acknowledges how to drive through them. They become unnecessary pockets of confusion.
Anyways, we see the line of cars and notice the guarded gate. Several cars are turned away. The SUV in front of us is accepted. The guard says--they had a handicap decal. So, they are hiking?
Anyways, the guy tells us to turn around and return in five minutes at which point they will get us in. Sure, sounds solid, right?
We opt to head to Squaw Peak and hike there. Some parking, facilities which we need as at that point we had been in route for 50 minutes. We head up the massive stair climber making decent time. Perfect day for hiking. Overcast, 70ish and ideal. I loved every minute of it. Of course, we were not without the idiot factor. Lots of people that have not figured out etiquette on a hike. I am annoyed with this fact on a daily basis. How hard is it to be a human being?
Regardless, we manage the ascent, capture a photo and begin the descent. We were both hungry and dreaming of a commuter sandwich--english muffin, egg, tomato, cheese and bacon. We head to our food destination and encounter more idiocy regarding parking. Brandon is determined to get a spot without utilizing the valet. Not due to finances. More to the fact that his car handle on the driver side is broke. No point in valeting the car if they won't be able to get in or out of the car.
He spins back into the self park parking lot and steals a parking spot. He was stealth. We order our food and wait. I find coffee, water, utensils and people watch. Some people, like us, that had just exercised. Others that were on the way to work and dressed for their prospective professions. I filled my coffee cup and watched a woman spill creamer all over the counter. She acted like it was nothing and puts the container back on the counter. This is what I don't understand. Clean it up. What are you...five? No, you are 45+--you don't know how to be accountable for your actions? I just don't get it.
In similar fashion, at my retail gig yesterday, I was in line for coffee (always how I start my day) and watched a woman open a container of six muffins. She dropped them (yes, all of them, on the floor). She picked up five of them and put the container back on the display.
I saw the sixth muffin on the ground. I picked it up and was looking for where the container was. She indicated where it was and watched me put the muffin back in and walk to the bakery counter with the container of tainted muffins. I explained to the girl at the counter that someone had dropped the container and put it back in the display. All of which was true. The lady followed me and goes, oh, I was on my way to do this....really? At what point? You had no problem leaving the damaged muffins on the display for customer consumption.
Gross!
After breakfast, we headed back to Tempe. I left Brandon's house and showered. I had a couple hours before meeting my mini (Kristina, she is travel friendly, responsible and enjoys hiking) for happy hour. Lovely happy hour with an inspiring girl.
Tomorrow is my landlord's girlfriend's twins' birthday. As Cloe bought me a christmas gift (a mirror), I think it is appropriate to introduce her and her brother, Cole, to carrot cake. Yes, it's been a wonderful day. I live a blessed life in spite of being surrounded by entitled morons at times. I am happy...
I met Brandon for our weekly hike. Somehow we manage to be good for a consistent basis and then drop off for five months before finding our way back to the fantastic ritual. Our goal was Camelback as they recently reopened Echo. New parking lot to boot.
Sounded awesome, in theory. The reality of it had other ideas. We drove up to a glorieta (in Mexico how they refer to roundabouts). I think roundabouts are a complete waste of time. No one acknowledges how to drive through them. They become unnecessary pockets of confusion.
Anyways, we see the line of cars and notice the guarded gate. Several cars are turned away. The SUV in front of us is accepted. The guard says--they had a handicap decal. So, they are hiking?
Anyways, the guy tells us to turn around and return in five minutes at which point they will get us in. Sure, sounds solid, right?
We opt to head to Squaw Peak and hike there. Some parking, facilities which we need as at that point we had been in route for 50 minutes. We head up the massive stair climber making decent time. Perfect day for hiking. Overcast, 70ish and ideal. I loved every minute of it. Of course, we were not without the idiot factor. Lots of people that have not figured out etiquette on a hike. I am annoyed with this fact on a daily basis. How hard is it to be a human being?
Regardless, we manage the ascent, capture a photo and begin the descent. We were both hungry and dreaming of a commuter sandwich--english muffin, egg, tomato, cheese and bacon. We head to our food destination and encounter more idiocy regarding parking. Brandon is determined to get a spot without utilizing the valet. Not due to finances. More to the fact that his car handle on the driver side is broke. No point in valeting the car if they won't be able to get in or out of the car.
He spins back into the self park parking lot and steals a parking spot. He was stealth. We order our food and wait. I find coffee, water, utensils and people watch. Some people, like us, that had just exercised. Others that were on the way to work and dressed for their prospective professions. I filled my coffee cup and watched a woman spill creamer all over the counter. She acted like it was nothing and puts the container back on the counter. This is what I don't understand. Clean it up. What are you...five? No, you are 45+--you don't know how to be accountable for your actions? I just don't get it.
In similar fashion, at my retail gig yesterday, I was in line for coffee (always how I start my day) and watched a woman open a container of six muffins. She dropped them (yes, all of them, on the floor). She picked up five of them and put the container back on the display.
I saw the sixth muffin on the ground. I picked it up and was looking for where the container was. She indicated where it was and watched me put the muffin back in and walk to the bakery counter with the container of tainted muffins. I explained to the girl at the counter that someone had dropped the container and put it back in the display. All of which was true. The lady followed me and goes, oh, I was on my way to do this....really? At what point? You had no problem leaving the damaged muffins on the display for customer consumption.
Gross!
After breakfast, we headed back to Tempe. I left Brandon's house and showered. I had a couple hours before meeting my mini (Kristina, she is travel friendly, responsible and enjoys hiking) for happy hour. Lovely happy hour with an inspiring girl.
Tomorrow is my landlord's girlfriend's twins' birthday. As Cloe bought me a christmas gift (a mirror), I think it is appropriate to introduce her and her brother, Cole, to carrot cake. Yes, it's been a wonderful day. I live a blessed life in spite of being surrounded by entitled morons at times. I am happy...
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Thankful Thursday
I slept with my windows open last night. It's January. How is this possible? This weather reminds me of March when I adore the weather in Arizona. I guess what I am suggesting is that I am terrified of what this potentially means. It's going to get hot and quick!
Good thing that I have a few upcoming adventures in the books. Santa Fe, Palm Springs, Denver....more, if I can arrange it. I let go of what I thought I should be doing and feel incredible. I was trying to please other people and really, ultimately, I want to be happy. Thriving, living, not just existing. I dreaded calling my dad with my decision and he surprised me by giving me his blessing. He said, you have always been able to take care of yourself and you should be happy.
That was music to my ears. It was not at all what I anticipated. Leading up to this point, he was encouraging me to give it more time. A year or a year and a half. I was like--are you kidding? I will be living a shell of life at that point. I get it. Different generations and ideas of life. I have a much different outlook of work ethic, for example, than people entering the work force. It was ingrained in me to be productive, never leaning/always cleaning, accountable...midwest ethics/production.
I differ from my dad, sure. I want to be free to come and go. I like the flexibility of the service industry and that I am able to travel frequently. I'll leave it at that.
I went in to give notice and the moment I walked into the store, I couldn't breathe. In spite of knowing that it was the best thing for me to do and that they would understand my decision. I don't know why I have such anxiety about being a responsible employee. It just makes me anxious to give two weeks notice. Thankfully, I was able to calm down when I approached my managers. I wanted to give notice to the two people that interviewed me and that I have worked side by side with for the last five months. I had my americano to give me courage, too.
At any rate, I feel much better and know that it was the right thing to do. I don't know, 100%, what I will be doing or where I will end up and that is okay. I know that I will be fine and that it will all work out. I feel fantastic!
I am thankful for the experience. I have met some incredible people along the path of this journey. Onward to the next venture.
Good thing that I have a few upcoming adventures in the books. Santa Fe, Palm Springs, Denver....more, if I can arrange it. I let go of what I thought I should be doing and feel incredible. I was trying to please other people and really, ultimately, I want to be happy. Thriving, living, not just existing. I dreaded calling my dad with my decision and he surprised me by giving me his blessing. He said, you have always been able to take care of yourself and you should be happy.
That was music to my ears. It was not at all what I anticipated. Leading up to this point, he was encouraging me to give it more time. A year or a year and a half. I was like--are you kidding? I will be living a shell of life at that point. I get it. Different generations and ideas of life. I have a much different outlook of work ethic, for example, than people entering the work force. It was ingrained in me to be productive, never leaning/always cleaning, accountable...midwest ethics/production.
I differ from my dad, sure. I want to be free to come and go. I like the flexibility of the service industry and that I am able to travel frequently. I'll leave it at that.
I went in to give notice and the moment I walked into the store, I couldn't breathe. In spite of knowing that it was the best thing for me to do and that they would understand my decision. I don't know why I have such anxiety about being a responsible employee. It just makes me anxious to give two weeks notice. Thankfully, I was able to calm down when I approached my managers. I wanted to give notice to the two people that interviewed me and that I have worked side by side with for the last five months. I had my americano to give me courage, too.
At any rate, I feel much better and know that it was the right thing to do. I don't know, 100%, what I will be doing or where I will end up and that is okay. I know that I will be fine and that it will all work out. I feel fantastic!
I am thankful for the experience. I have met some incredible people along the path of this journey. Onward to the next venture.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Delights of Denver
I should have extended my stay. I considered it, really, I did. I could fly back to Phoenix in time to work at 7 pm. I knew that my friends would rally and I could couch surf another day with Sara. That was until she told me she was working on Sunday at 6 am--yuck! I knew I couldn't impose on her. Returning to Phoenix would be the smart thing to do.
Sara did invite me to Palm Springs to celebrate her birthday. I am checking into flights and know that I can make that happen. In the meantime, I will work, cultivate relationships and thrive.
The weather was gorgeous in Denver. I woke up, yesterday, a touch hungover and made my way to the nearest coffee shop. I miss that about my life. Sure I live by a starbucks but it is a mile from my house. Sara lives three blocks from a great little spot that has delicious homemade food. In the other direction there is another lovely coffee shop. I woke up and wanted coffee. Sara only had one k cup for her Keurig coffee maker. I knew that I would be unable to drink the last coffee without remorse.
I dressed, put in my contacts and headed to the coffee shop. Picked us both up some coffee and a breakfast burrito to share. It was good size and exactly what we needed to reset and start the day. I remembered how much I enjoyed walking in the city.
Afterwards we began the walk up to where we had left her car the previous night. We ran into my old boss, Dave, and his wife. I had a feeling that we would see them as they live in sara's neighborhood and more often than not I have seen them at a coffee shop during my visits. We exchanged a quick hello and met their daughter, Piper. Such a calm, healthy little beauty. Her only dislike seemed to be the sun on her eyes. I do not blame her for that either. I was having some difficulty shielding my eyes from the intensity of the sun, too.
We stopped at Izba for my customary treatment when in town. I am thankful that Sara also enjoys this spa. I love it. The treatments were nice. I had a new therapist and he was good, not great. There are others that I prefer. Unfortunately, my favorite guy only works Sunday. Mental note to stay through Sunday next trip to Denver.
We had lunch at a pizzeria and I started to realize that I was running out of time to see some of my friends. I thought, maybe, I should skip my flight and leave today. I do miss Denver.
Overall the trip was too fast. Full of wine, friends and great food. The Goddess made us salmon, rice and veggies on Thursday. Friday, I dined at ccg, elway's and beast and bottle, eventually. I felt spoiled by the opportunity to dine at these places.
I work tonight. Hitting yoga, at noon, to get back into my routine. I must. Not to mention, it keeps me centered and able to really think of my upcoming dreams and travel. I make the time to be thankful for where I am at now.
This next week will be interesting. I feel change for me.
I might blog more about my trip. On an interesting side note...I did a quiz on fb about where I should live. Apparently, Paris is where I would thrive. I am open to that, for sure. City of love, wine, lights...yea, count me in!
Cheers!
Sara did invite me to Palm Springs to celebrate her birthday. I am checking into flights and know that I can make that happen. In the meantime, I will work, cultivate relationships and thrive.
The weather was gorgeous in Denver. I woke up, yesterday, a touch hungover and made my way to the nearest coffee shop. I miss that about my life. Sure I live by a starbucks but it is a mile from my house. Sara lives three blocks from a great little spot that has delicious homemade food. In the other direction there is another lovely coffee shop. I woke up and wanted coffee. Sara only had one k cup for her Keurig coffee maker. I knew that I would be unable to drink the last coffee without remorse.
I dressed, put in my contacts and headed to the coffee shop. Picked us both up some coffee and a breakfast burrito to share. It was good size and exactly what we needed to reset and start the day. I remembered how much I enjoyed walking in the city.
Afterwards we began the walk up to where we had left her car the previous night. We ran into my old boss, Dave, and his wife. I had a feeling that we would see them as they live in sara's neighborhood and more often than not I have seen them at a coffee shop during my visits. We exchanged a quick hello and met their daughter, Piper. Such a calm, healthy little beauty. Her only dislike seemed to be the sun on her eyes. I do not blame her for that either. I was having some difficulty shielding my eyes from the intensity of the sun, too.
We stopped at Izba for my customary treatment when in town. I am thankful that Sara also enjoys this spa. I love it. The treatments were nice. I had a new therapist and he was good, not great. There are others that I prefer. Unfortunately, my favorite guy only works Sunday. Mental note to stay through Sunday next trip to Denver.
We had lunch at a pizzeria and I started to realize that I was running out of time to see some of my friends. I thought, maybe, I should skip my flight and leave today. I do miss Denver.
Overall the trip was too fast. Full of wine, friends and great food. The Goddess made us salmon, rice and veggies on Thursday. Friday, I dined at ccg, elway's and beast and bottle, eventually. I felt spoiled by the opportunity to dine at these places.
I work tonight. Hitting yoga, at noon, to get back into my routine. I must. Not to mention, it keeps me centered and able to really think of my upcoming dreams and travel. I make the time to be thankful for where I am at now.
This next week will be interesting. I feel change for me.
I might blog more about my trip. On an interesting side note...I did a quiz on fb about where I should live. Apparently, Paris is where I would thrive. I am open to that, for sure. City of love, wine, lights...yea, count me in!
Cheers!
Friday, January 10, 2014
One Week
As many people, I know, I like to travel. I thrive, feel most at peace, when I have a trip planned, monthly. The last six months that has been a challenge to meet the criteria for how I prefer to live my life. Thankfully, my job has worked with me to some degree. Meaning, I have requested time off and they have ensured that I have received it. However, I think, they believe my need to travel is being sated. It's not. I want to go somewhere new every month.
I have a few trips planned and am considering another quick venture in March or early April. Opening Day would be fantastic in Denver and there is this great offer on flights right now. I could make it work.
My cleanse is progressing nicely. As noted, there, was a brief hesitation, Monday, when I discovered clarity of what is a priority for me. Sure a glass of wine would have been welcome and it was a passing thought. Instead, I came home, played with my new phone which I am still figuring out and read. I skipped the wine and stayed true to my commitment.
Yes, I am stubborn. Must be from my mom's side of the family. My grandmother refused to leave their farmhouse until her mom agreed to let her continue school. Farm kids, especially girls, in her time, were educated until 8th grade. My grandmother wanted to be a teacher and her mom wanted her to learn how to manage a house. Both women were stubborn and eventually my grandma won. I don't know if her dad tried to thaw out his wife as she was equally stubborn and set in her ways. At any rate, there is a stubborn streak in my blood.
I do feel better from the cleanse. I am don't really miss dairy, wine or chips and salsa. I know that that is one food item that I want on a daily basis. That is, until now. I am happy dining on fruits, veggies and almonds. I should buy more wasabi almonds to make today go by quicker.
I skipped yoga as I overslept. I figure I can go tomorrow and today will be full of schlepping wine which will further sculpt my arms. A definite benefit of this job. I get a daily workout.
So in one week I will be drinking wine in Denver. It will be my first visit to the city 2014 and I am over the moon. My last trip was in August which is too long between ventures. My friend, the Goddess, will be in AZ for Spring Training.
Lots of possibility, travel and new experiences on the horizon. Cheers to Friday, yoga (tomorrow) and my adventure to Denver next week. I wish it could be longer.....
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Scheduling, wants and hopes
Today began with me trying to talk myself into the 9:30 yoga class. I made coffee, watched Justified (new season and I do love this show) and contemplated the consequences of skipping the class. I could run some errands that I seem to continually postpone. Or, I could read, stay in bed and meet my wine tasting appointment at 11.
Before I even considered attending the noon class at a different studio I had chucked that thought. It would create too much stress to manage my time. Or would it? I can do both. Meet the rep for a quick wine tasting and then attend the class I prefer on Thursdays. True, I will have to sneak out early. Earlier than I would like but I could do it. Or, at least try. I have a 6 minute window before I would be written up for being tardy.
The more I thought I about it, the more attractive the idea became. It's decided. I will attend the noon class and then work my typical 1-9:30 shift. It's starting to wear on me as I have no life outside of work right now. Social life that is. This shift is limiting in many ways and I have tried to talk to others and see their perspective on it. For the time being, I am in it. One of my co-workers suggests that I am in the "doghouse". For what, I have no clue.
I am trying to make the most of it. Hence, my desire to go to the noon class today and arrive right at 1:06. There is more to life than just work, work, work. I have always felt this way and lived under the heading of work to travel. It suits me and I thrive when I have travel as a constant in my life. I must return to those roots or modify my lifestyle to accommodate a way to maneuver work and travel. Yoga is helpful and I am considering a teacher training. There are quite a few studios that offer upcoming trainings. I need to decide which one works best for me. I know there is a teacher's teacher "guru" in the city. The downside of that studio is that it is pricey and far from me. I am sure that I would benefit from this guy's teaching style but there are other, closer, options that might work, too. I want a well-rounded education so that I can relocate and teach when I am ready. I don't want to learn a way that is only known in this city as that is also extremely limiting.
There is another well-respected ashtanga teacher in Phoenix. His pricing is competitve and more attractive. However, that studio, too, is up north. He offers a training that can be completed within a year on your own schedule which is what I like about it. I think I could overlook the distance as my training would be based on my personal schedule.
Another studio that is respected is centrally located, priced competitively, but the schedule is unappealing. I would want to have at least one weekend day available for work. This studio requires training on Saturday and Sunday which kills the possibility of working a shift after class.
I have been thinking about it, a lot. That and a wine harvest. Why not? What is stopping me from traveling to work, either abroad or in California, Oregon, Washington? If I went to Oregon I could crash at one of my sister's houses and actually spend more than five days with my niece and nephews. They know me from my pictures and the random three day visit that I do every few years.
Lots of things to consider and I suppose, things that I want to make happen. I am extremely grateful for where I am now. I talked to my boss the other day and he told me that he was happy I was still part of his organization but that if I was still working for him in a year, he would fire me.
Just like that. His reasoning...you need to be in California. In some ways, it is nice to know that he does care about my well-being and recognize that I want other things.
Yes, today, I will attend the noon yoga class. I will decide on a training to commit too and I will be kind to me. I am thankful for Thursday, for sure~
Before I even considered attending the noon class at a different studio I had chucked that thought. It would create too much stress to manage my time. Or would it? I can do both. Meet the rep for a quick wine tasting and then attend the class I prefer on Thursdays. True, I will have to sneak out early. Earlier than I would like but I could do it. Or, at least try. I have a 6 minute window before I would be written up for being tardy.
The more I thought I about it, the more attractive the idea became. It's decided. I will attend the noon class and then work my typical 1-9:30 shift. It's starting to wear on me as I have no life outside of work right now. Social life that is. This shift is limiting in many ways and I have tried to talk to others and see their perspective on it. For the time being, I am in it. One of my co-workers suggests that I am in the "doghouse". For what, I have no clue.
I am trying to make the most of it. Hence, my desire to go to the noon class today and arrive right at 1:06. There is more to life than just work, work, work. I have always felt this way and lived under the heading of work to travel. It suits me and I thrive when I have travel as a constant in my life. I must return to those roots or modify my lifestyle to accommodate a way to maneuver work and travel. Yoga is helpful and I am considering a teacher training. There are quite a few studios that offer upcoming trainings. I need to decide which one works best for me. I know there is a teacher's teacher "guru" in the city. The downside of that studio is that it is pricey and far from me. I am sure that I would benefit from this guy's teaching style but there are other, closer, options that might work, too. I want a well-rounded education so that I can relocate and teach when I am ready. I don't want to learn a way that is only known in this city as that is also extremely limiting.
There is another well-respected ashtanga teacher in Phoenix. His pricing is competitve and more attractive. However, that studio, too, is up north. He offers a training that can be completed within a year on your own schedule which is what I like about it. I think I could overlook the distance as my training would be based on my personal schedule.
Another studio that is respected is centrally located, priced competitively, but the schedule is unappealing. I would want to have at least one weekend day available for work. This studio requires training on Saturday and Sunday which kills the possibility of working a shift after class.
I have been thinking about it, a lot. That and a wine harvest. Why not? What is stopping me from traveling to work, either abroad or in California, Oregon, Washington? If I went to Oregon I could crash at one of my sister's houses and actually spend more than five days with my niece and nephews. They know me from my pictures and the random three day visit that I do every few years.
Lots of things to consider and I suppose, things that I want to make happen. I am extremely grateful for where I am now. I talked to my boss the other day and he told me that he was happy I was still part of his organization but that if I was still working for him in a year, he would fire me.
Just like that. His reasoning...you need to be in California. In some ways, it is nice to know that he does care about my well-being and recognize that I want other things.
Yes, today, I will attend the noon yoga class. I will decide on a training to commit too and I will be kind to me. I am thankful for Thursday, for sure~
Monday, January 6, 2014
Day 6
Day 6 of the cleanse with me waking up, frantically, to my ringing phone. Crap, I overslept and potentially could miss my yoga class as a result. I had arranged a car service, first thing, this morning. My mechanic called me to say that, he, too, was running late.
I dressed, threw together a bag of yoga necessities and headed out. In route, my massage place called to say that they would need to reschedule me as my guy was unable to make it in today. Another moment of crap...could I come in at 2, instead and see a different therapist that I see on a regular basis.
I could but then I would need to rush home, shower, and head out to make the 2 o'clock appointment. I was determined to get the massage, yoga, car service and have my phone situation apprised. The last few days my phone has been unwilling to hold a charge. It is either a connection thing, port problem or I don't know what. All, i knew, was that I was tired of holding the cord in a specific place to ensure that the phone would charge.
I did eat some fruit/nuts before heading out to the mechanics. I arrived and he wasn't there yet. I called him to see what the hold up was and he told me he would be there shortly. I grabbed a coffee at starbuck's to occupy my time. I considered charging my phone but there were few outlets at this particular location. I attempted to rectify the situation but there was a woman holding appointments in front of the outlet and she was unwilling to share the space. Odd place to have appointments. Isn't that what an office is for?
Yoga was fantastic. Good music, crazy hot and I enjoyed the change up in the sequence. Plus, the instructor massaged my back in one of the poses which was lovely.
I left early to make sure that I would arrive at the massage on time. My therapist remarked on relaxed I appeared today. I thought that was kind and a truth of how transparent I am in my life. When something is troubling me, it shows all over my face.
The cleanse has allowed me time to think, reflect, consider what is important to me. I have ample time to consider as i am not out socializing with friends. Instead, I am reading, doing yoga, thinking about what makes me happy. I am thankful for my decision to begin 2014 with a cleanse. I believe I am committed to detoxing until the 14th. Today, was a challenge as I wanted to celebrate some of my recent discoveries due to the cleanse. I stayed the course.
I managed to purchase a new phone and update my plan. I think I must have been one of the last people to have a data plan. Sort of like how long it took me to actually have a cell phone. I finally broke down and got one in 2006. And that only occurred so that my family and friends would stop harping about it when I took a road trip to clear my head.
I believe 2014 is going to be a fantastic year. I see saltillo tile in my future. Yoga, more travel, wine and friends. Cheers to tonight!
I dressed, threw together a bag of yoga necessities and headed out. In route, my massage place called to say that they would need to reschedule me as my guy was unable to make it in today. Another moment of crap...could I come in at 2, instead and see a different therapist that I see on a regular basis.
I could but then I would need to rush home, shower, and head out to make the 2 o'clock appointment. I was determined to get the massage, yoga, car service and have my phone situation apprised. The last few days my phone has been unwilling to hold a charge. It is either a connection thing, port problem or I don't know what. All, i knew, was that I was tired of holding the cord in a specific place to ensure that the phone would charge.
I did eat some fruit/nuts before heading out to the mechanics. I arrived and he wasn't there yet. I called him to see what the hold up was and he told me he would be there shortly. I grabbed a coffee at starbuck's to occupy my time. I considered charging my phone but there were few outlets at this particular location. I attempted to rectify the situation but there was a woman holding appointments in front of the outlet and she was unwilling to share the space. Odd place to have appointments. Isn't that what an office is for?
Yoga was fantastic. Good music, crazy hot and I enjoyed the change up in the sequence. Plus, the instructor massaged my back in one of the poses which was lovely.
I left early to make sure that I would arrive at the massage on time. My therapist remarked on relaxed I appeared today. I thought that was kind and a truth of how transparent I am in my life. When something is troubling me, it shows all over my face.
The cleanse has allowed me time to think, reflect, consider what is important to me. I have ample time to consider as i am not out socializing with friends. Instead, I am reading, doing yoga, thinking about what makes me happy. I am thankful for my decision to begin 2014 with a cleanse. I believe I am committed to detoxing until the 14th. Today, was a challenge as I wanted to celebrate some of my recent discoveries due to the cleanse. I stayed the course.
I managed to purchase a new phone and update my plan. I think I must have been one of the last people to have a data plan. Sort of like how long it took me to actually have a cell phone. I finally broke down and got one in 2006. And that only occurred so that my family and friends would stop harping about it when I took a road trip to clear my head.
I believe 2014 is going to be a fantastic year. I see saltillo tile in my future. Yoga, more travel, wine and friends. Cheers to tonight!
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Happy 2014 to me...
I live near a college campus which means, I must have a permit displayed on my car at all times or suffer the consequences. I received the notice that I must renew my permit by 1/1/2014 in October. As I live near the parking department, I thought, I could wait til December to contend with the permit issue. Wrong.
I sent the permit request and payment to the appropriate division in December. I want to say around the 12th or 13th. I remember being in route to the post office when my landlord called me and told me that the washer might be backing up into my house. Always a wonderful thought, right? I dropped the permit request off and waited for it to arrive.
Last night, I looked for the permit and thought--I should call tomorrow and see where the permit is. Ironically, I was thinking about that as I made my way out to my car and saw the parking ticket. $42. WTF???
I try to remain calm and call the parking department. The first person transfers me to some guy that the outgoing message is that he is unavailable and that I could return to the main menu and try again. I opt for that option and am connected to a different department. This woman has no compassion for my situation as she doesn't deal with permit inquiries. Her words--you have called the wrong place. I thanked her for being so helpful (very facetious of me I might add) and called again.
This person whom I connected with hung up on me. At this point, I am like--why does it have to be this difficult? I call again, get the same chick, and say--I think you just hung up on me. I am calling to discuss my parking permit. She transfers me without a word of apology or explanation and I hang up. I was heading to the department of transportation, determined, to get a permit and quash the ticket.
My phone rings and it is a local number. I hesitate and then choose to answer. It's some guy from the parking department. He apologizes for missing my call. I relay to him the events leading up to me showing up at the parking department if need be. He tells me to come on down and that yes, my permit should be in the mail.
I find a spot to park only it doesn't accept change, only credit cards. I find another spot to park and march across the street. I am annoyed and frustrated and so, yea, I marched with intent. The guy meets me in front of the building and hands me the updated things for the permit. He apologizes for the inconvenience. I ask about the ticket and he goes--well you will have to take it up with them. It's ridiculous. Obviously, I tried to do the right thing and got a ticket to remind me that the system is broke.
I drive to yoga to try to decompress. In the meantime, I consider my options...pay the ticket even though I don't want to. Sure, the officer was only doing his job. However, I did my diligence by paying the fee for the permit and sending it in weeks prior. It seems like there is a glitch in the system. I am penalized for being an honest person.
I decide to go to court to contest the ticket. Fun day, right? I am searched, asked to leave my wine opener at the front, take off my belt and finally enter the municipal court area. I tell the clerk my day and she goes, well, the ticket isn't in the system yet. I can enter it and arrange a court date for you at which point you can see the judge.
I think, all I want to do is be done with this. Which leads to me to why most people pay things that they shouldn't pay for. After agreeing to go to a prearranged court date, I ask her, if I have to go to court if I choose to pay the ticket. She's like--no, you can pay it on line or via mail.
It's the principle though. Why am I going to pay for a ticket that I shouldn't have gotten? Honestly, when I called the department of transportation, they were like--yea, you should have received it. How is that my problem?/ I didn't wait until Monday to send off for the permit. Not to mention to actually go to the court or parking department is a nightmare. Parking is limited and must be paid for. It is a clusterfuck of bullshit! Seriously, I had to laugh at how absurd this day became. Of course, I could pay the ticket. I don't think I can though knowing how many hours of retail I would have to do to make that happen. This entire situation is ridiculous.
I thought--I want to have a glass of wine...crap, I can't! Since I am cleansing.....
I sent the permit request and payment to the appropriate division in December. I want to say around the 12th or 13th. I remember being in route to the post office when my landlord called me and told me that the washer might be backing up into my house. Always a wonderful thought, right? I dropped the permit request off and waited for it to arrive.
Last night, I looked for the permit and thought--I should call tomorrow and see where the permit is. Ironically, I was thinking about that as I made my way out to my car and saw the parking ticket. $42. WTF???
I try to remain calm and call the parking department. The first person transfers me to some guy that the outgoing message is that he is unavailable and that I could return to the main menu and try again. I opt for that option and am connected to a different department. This woman has no compassion for my situation as she doesn't deal with permit inquiries. Her words--you have called the wrong place. I thanked her for being so helpful (very facetious of me I might add) and called again.
This person whom I connected with hung up on me. At this point, I am like--why does it have to be this difficult? I call again, get the same chick, and say--I think you just hung up on me. I am calling to discuss my parking permit. She transfers me without a word of apology or explanation and I hang up. I was heading to the department of transportation, determined, to get a permit and quash the ticket.
My phone rings and it is a local number. I hesitate and then choose to answer. It's some guy from the parking department. He apologizes for missing my call. I relay to him the events leading up to me showing up at the parking department if need be. He tells me to come on down and that yes, my permit should be in the mail.
I find a spot to park only it doesn't accept change, only credit cards. I find another spot to park and march across the street. I am annoyed and frustrated and so, yea, I marched with intent. The guy meets me in front of the building and hands me the updated things for the permit. He apologizes for the inconvenience. I ask about the ticket and he goes--well you will have to take it up with them. It's ridiculous. Obviously, I tried to do the right thing and got a ticket to remind me that the system is broke.
I drive to yoga to try to decompress. In the meantime, I consider my options...pay the ticket even though I don't want to. Sure, the officer was only doing his job. However, I did my diligence by paying the fee for the permit and sending it in weeks prior. It seems like there is a glitch in the system. I am penalized for being an honest person.
I decide to go to court to contest the ticket. Fun day, right? I am searched, asked to leave my wine opener at the front, take off my belt and finally enter the municipal court area. I tell the clerk my day and she goes, well, the ticket isn't in the system yet. I can enter it and arrange a court date for you at which point you can see the judge.
I think, all I want to do is be done with this. Which leads to me to why most people pay things that they shouldn't pay for. After agreeing to go to a prearranged court date, I ask her, if I have to go to court if I choose to pay the ticket. She's like--no, you can pay it on line or via mail.
It's the principle though. Why am I going to pay for a ticket that I shouldn't have gotten? Honestly, when I called the department of transportation, they were like--yea, you should have received it. How is that my problem?/ I didn't wait until Monday to send off for the permit. Not to mention to actually go to the court or parking department is a nightmare. Parking is limited and must be paid for. It is a clusterfuck of bullshit! Seriously, I had to laugh at how absurd this day became. Of course, I could pay the ticket. I don't think I can though knowing how many hours of retail I would have to do to make that happen. This entire situation is ridiculous.
I thought--I want to have a glass of wine...crap, I can't! Since I am cleansing.....
Cleanse of 2014
Day two of cleanse. I chose to create my own style of cleanse. No drinking for two weeks, raw fruits and vegetables, some nuts and coffee. Yes, that includes creamer. I don't care. The main thing was feeling better about myself, purifying my mind and no wine. I feel good and know that this was the best possible way for me to begin the year.
I worked yesterday and it was busy. I was surprised that people were interested in buying wine and stocking up on proscuitto and cheese. I had envisioned a day where I would be standing around for 8 1/2 hours and thankfully, that was not the case. I found that I was hungry for veggies by the end of the day. I think I overdid it on the fruit intake and needed to balance that out. Granted, I began with an apple, went to work and bought a vitalizing smoothie, ate some edamame and then had another fruit drink later in the day with another apple. Yea, my sugar had spiked and I craved salt. I made guacamole (delicious fat) and ended the day. I know that I want to pick up some cucumbers, peppers, tomatoes. I just wasn't able to do that after a long day of work.
I woke up this morning and feel refreshed. I know that I would receive more benefits of this self-imposed cleanse if I cut the dairy out. I do not love black coffee and the thought of cutting coffee out of my daily routine for a few weeks terrifies me. I have attempted this in the past and know how it goes. Day one, huge headache by 5 pm which stays and slowly (painfully) becomes dull and by the end of the 3rd day, I am ready to put myself out of misery. Of course, eventually, the craving subsides until I walk by a coffee shop or come across the aroma of coffee. Then it is back, full-force. Yes, I have a coffee addiction. I've always loved coffee. I would spend a few weeks in the summer with my grandma Rita. She had these light blue coffee cups that she served coffee in. Every day, we would start the day with coffee, cream, sugar. Now, I skip the sugar but I do enjoy coffee with cream, daily.
It is modified and it will be effective. I thought about the master cleanse, briefly. I know it is well respected and truly effective. I don't know that it is for me, right now. I want to feel rejuvenated, inspired and enlightened and I believe I can achieve that without drinking a mix of lemonade, cayenne pepper and water. I think I would be over that concoction quickly.
I am making the most of this time of inspiration. I have a couple trips planned and a need to begin running again. The half in Napa will not run itself and I refuse to have a repeat performance of the Santa Ynez event. My knees/IT bands were so tight by mile 10. I felt like a puppet.
Happy Thursday! Make it a great day~
I worked yesterday and it was busy. I was surprised that people were interested in buying wine and stocking up on proscuitto and cheese. I had envisioned a day where I would be standing around for 8 1/2 hours and thankfully, that was not the case. I found that I was hungry for veggies by the end of the day. I think I overdid it on the fruit intake and needed to balance that out. Granted, I began with an apple, went to work and bought a vitalizing smoothie, ate some edamame and then had another fruit drink later in the day with another apple. Yea, my sugar had spiked and I craved salt. I made guacamole (delicious fat) and ended the day. I know that I want to pick up some cucumbers, peppers, tomatoes. I just wasn't able to do that after a long day of work.
I woke up this morning and feel refreshed. I know that I would receive more benefits of this self-imposed cleanse if I cut the dairy out. I do not love black coffee and the thought of cutting coffee out of my daily routine for a few weeks terrifies me. I have attempted this in the past and know how it goes. Day one, huge headache by 5 pm which stays and slowly (painfully) becomes dull and by the end of the 3rd day, I am ready to put myself out of misery. Of course, eventually, the craving subsides until I walk by a coffee shop or come across the aroma of coffee. Then it is back, full-force. Yes, I have a coffee addiction. I've always loved coffee. I would spend a few weeks in the summer with my grandma Rita. She had these light blue coffee cups that she served coffee in. Every day, we would start the day with coffee, cream, sugar. Now, I skip the sugar but I do enjoy coffee with cream, daily.
It is modified and it will be effective. I thought about the master cleanse, briefly. I know it is well respected and truly effective. I don't know that it is for me, right now. I want to feel rejuvenated, inspired and enlightened and I believe I can achieve that without drinking a mix of lemonade, cayenne pepper and water. I think I would be over that concoction quickly.
I am making the most of this time of inspiration. I have a couple trips planned and a need to begin running again. The half in Napa will not run itself and I refuse to have a repeat performance of the Santa Ynez event. My knees/IT bands were so tight by mile 10. I felt like a puppet.
Happy Thursday! Make it a great day~
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