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~
Thursday, January 9, 2014
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~
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Year in Review
2013 was about change. Kind of a boring year, for me, reflection wise, and perhaps, that is due to the fact that I am still transitioning. Figuring out my next journey.
I kicked off 2013 with a 30 day yoga challenge. The first five days were rough. The thought of doing another side plank terrified me.
Then, I wanted to do yoga. Couldn't wait to get to another flow class. I rearranged my work schedule to accommodate this crazy desire to complete the challenge. Everything said and done, I completed 40 consecutive days and only stopped because my schedule wouldn't allow for it. I was super bummed on that Saturday that I missed the class.
Shari and I had considered traveling to Tibet, Bali, or Chile to celebrate the 7 year anniversary of Brian's death. After much thought, we chose Denver. Why we didn't think about that, initially, still stuns me. It made the most sense. Brian was a chef and we wanted to honor his life in the most organic way. Traveling to Tibet or Bali would meet the spiritual requirements but the food factor, zest for life, a couple of other things (wine) seriously lacked. Denver was the most obvious choice and it did not disappoint.
First, dinner at Solera with many of my friends--Goddess, Steve, Pocketsize, Goose. Of course the anniversary fell on Denver's restaurant week which is always a nightmare for me to find a place to dine and order off of the menu. I like the idea of restaurant week, I do, I just find it challenging to enjoy a quality experience being rushed in/out to accommodate everyone else that wants to dine at that particular spot to take advantage of the value oriented dining. I choose to avoid it as much as I can.
I digress. Two of my friends/family. These two ladies are keepers and my running partners at an upcoming half marathon in Napa in July. Cheers to the Goddess & Sara Jo.
I kicked off 2013 with a 30 day yoga challenge. The first five days were rough. The thought of doing another side plank terrified me.
Then, I wanted to do yoga. Couldn't wait to get to another flow class. I rearranged my work schedule to accommodate this crazy desire to complete the challenge. Everything said and done, I completed 40 consecutive days and only stopped because my schedule wouldn't allow for it. I was super bummed on that Saturday that I missed the class.
Shari and I had considered traveling to Tibet, Bali, or Chile to celebrate the 7 year anniversary of Brian's death. After much thought, we chose Denver. Why we didn't think about that, initially, still stuns me. It made the most sense. Brian was a chef and we wanted to honor his life in the most organic way. Traveling to Tibet or Bali would meet the spiritual requirements but the food factor, zest for life, a couple of other things (wine) seriously lacked. Denver was the most obvious choice and it did not disappoint.
Shari and I had a lovely meal at Solera (as noted) and spent the anniversary dinner at Frasca. Divine. Never disappoints. I felt fortunate to spend time at both places and Brian and I had eaten at both places. It was nice to recreate a foodie experience with Shari. I will go more into the food thing at another posting.
Anyways, so, 2013, started with yoga, celebrating Brian's death, running (a little) and trying to transition more into wine. My boss, G, took me to Paso Robles for a beer fest. Since we were in central coast wine country, he asked me, when I would be heading that direction to do wine? Funny how he completely saw that coming, even if I didn't.
I spent a couple weekends in Paso with Sara Jo/Agnese, G, and then Shari. It was lovely. Each time I found a new reason to enjoy it. Sara and I ran a half marathon in Santa Barbara. I hadn't been training and so the run sucked but it was a wonderful experience.
Prior to that trip, I spent a few days in Denver and managed to attend Opening Day. My first one. I had had tickets in the past but never managed to actually make it to the game. The festivities always thrilled me.
Beer Festival in May with G was pretty freaking awesome, too. We went wine tasting (obviously), checked out Pismo, ate mexican food and in general, had a good time.
We returned to Phoenix and it was summer. No more leaving the windows open it was hot. I couldn't believe how much it had changed. At any rate, I spent June in Phoenix and planned an adventure to Oregon in July. It was lovely to see my sisters, visit Bend for the first time and take a much needed break from the heat. At that point, I was thinking I was ready for a change. I wanted to get more into wine and an opportunity presented itself.
I took a wine buying job in September. Thankfully, i had a trip to Paso Robles with Shari already planned out before I took it. I had bought tickets to Santa Fe Wine & Chile, too. I believed that I would complete those trips without incident. I took the job and since then, my travel has decreased.
Yoga remains a constant and the desire to travel remains. I took a solo trip to Santa Fe in November and it was glorious. Much needed.
Now, I enter 2014 with hope. Hope that I made the right decision to pursue wine. I am ready for the next venture. I know this.
2013 brought transition, change, and some adventure. I felt my heart beat again and no, I do not say that lightly. Yoga continues to inspire, motivate, change. I am happy with the present and embrace tomorrow as a new day. Happy 2014 to all. Celebrate, enjoy & taste life, always~
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
reason for car side assistance
Car Insurance...health insurance...both things that are necessary even if, at times, they seem ridiculous. Many times, I have scoffed at my car insurance. No lie. I have wondered what, exactly, this service provides.
My car is an antique. I love Veronica. She is solid, a tank, my savior. Men stop me, repeatedly, in admiration of my volvo. Regardless of the condition...they recognize the rarity of the model. It is a wonderful car.
So, today, I drive to the west valley after spending the beginning of the day with friends in the northeast valley. We toast life, drink bubbles and bid adieu. I head west and when I arrive with a a few bottles of wine to accommodate everyone, I break my key in the door. WTF?
Seriously...Crap! F^&K!!! I am f#*ked. What is the best option? My one friend suggests a lock smith. I know that I will be taken advantage of as it is xmas and so I hope to avoid that option. My other friend mentions that I can stay with her and her boyfriend. I think of what is in my car--glasses, ipod, contact solution and I am sad. I have everything that I would need to stay at her house but no way to access any of those items. F^&K!!!!
I mull it over and realize that I must be an adult. Staying at my friends' house is not an option. Yes, a temporary solution but not a result. I would be stranded, somewhere, relying on public transport or an acquaintance to get me from point a to b.
I call my road side assistance and am told that the guy will agree to making a key for $800.
Wow, really? You think that is agreeable? I was taken aback and horrified that someone would suggest it. Perhaps you weren't interested in work today.
I get it...it's a holiday, christmas (for F*^Ksake) However, it's not like I planned to have a key malfunction. Thankfully, they found another kind person willing to make me a key. Awesome end to a shitty day. Cleanse will be 2014, trip to Denver (january), freedom. I believe in my decisions and support the upcoming choices. Cheers!
My car is an antique. I love Veronica. She is solid, a tank, my savior. Men stop me, repeatedly, in admiration of my volvo. Regardless of the condition...they recognize the rarity of the model. It is a wonderful car.
So, today, I drive to the west valley after spending the beginning of the day with friends in the northeast valley. We toast life, drink bubbles and bid adieu. I head west and when I arrive with a a few bottles of wine to accommodate everyone, I break my key in the door. WTF?
Seriously...Crap! F^&K!!! I am f#*ked. What is the best option? My one friend suggests a lock smith. I know that I will be taken advantage of as it is xmas and so I hope to avoid that option. My other friend mentions that I can stay with her and her boyfriend. I think of what is in my car--glasses, ipod, contact solution and I am sad. I have everything that I would need to stay at her house but no way to access any of those items. F^&K!!!!
I mull it over and realize that I must be an adult. Staying at my friends' house is not an option. Yes, a temporary solution but not a result. I would be stranded, somewhere, relying on public transport or an acquaintance to get me from point a to b.
I call my road side assistance and am told that the guy will agree to making a key for $800.
Wow, really? You think that is agreeable? I was taken aback and horrified that someone would suggest it. Perhaps you weren't interested in work today.
I get it...it's a holiday, christmas (for F*^Ksake) However, it's not like I planned to have a key malfunction. Thankfully, they found another kind person willing to make me a key. Awesome end to a shitty day. Cleanse will be 2014, trip to Denver (january), freedom. I believe in my decisions and support the upcoming choices. Cheers!
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Three year lessons...
I met a tarot reader in Melbourne, Australia. I was hesitant to meet her. There was a massage therapist, reflexologist, multiple vendors and tarot readers. I approached the area, worrisome. There was an old guy (out), lady with McDonald's (obviously, not a viable option) and one other lady. Wearing turquoise, kind eyes, no fast food bags.
She read my cards in 2008 and told me that I would be on a different path in three years. I would want something new. Ironically, in 2011, I did venture out of Denver (as she predicted) and stayed within the comfort of my chosen profession. She said a few other things that did not resonate at that point. I felt that, for the most part, she was spot on. I took from that reading what was necessary for my life.
Three years later, and again, I question my choices. What would happen if I wanted to open my own place? What is the limitation? Hesitation? Freak out point? I guess I am now considering what is stopping me from truly taking a risk, this risk. Of course, it would limit my travel options which always scares me. However, I am almost convinced that it is something that I would like to do.
I went to a new place in Phoenix the other night. I know the chef and bar manager. The space was fantastic...well lit, great vibe, fun. Food, okay. Not great. One of the dishes was super salty and some sand to accompany the scallops. A bit much considering. We ordered a sammie that seemed unreal. Sausage octopus and it severely lacked. Dripping in mayo, bland bread and some protein...I wasn't in love the concoction. Yes, I did manage to be constructive about the disaster. Octopus sausage still appetizing. The chopped salad was the most balanced, fresh and inspiring dish. Hearts of palm, parsley, onion, pine nuts were a few of the core ingredients. I did enjoy the salad. I will return as it has only been open for a month. I believe it will work out the kinks and be a destination for foodies in Phoenix.
I have been meaning to get to the post office before work and I have not been successful. Gifts this year will be arriving late. This new schedule is making me a little crazy. My days off, I act, like I still have a ton of flexibility. For example, I went to yoga, had some wine, met a friend for happy hour and then retired to my house. There was no real push to be anywhere but where I wanted to be. Now, that I have a set schedule, I am concerned with maximizing my free time. So, no, I didn't make it to the post office today and I will not make it until next week or after.
There are other things that I want to consider but I am running out of time before my day starts. Til then, I dream of travel, a new city and yoga. Cheers!
She read my cards in 2008 and told me that I would be on a different path in three years. I would want something new. Ironically, in 2011, I did venture out of Denver (as she predicted) and stayed within the comfort of my chosen profession. She said a few other things that did not resonate at that point. I felt that, for the most part, she was spot on. I took from that reading what was necessary for my life.
Three years later, and again, I question my choices. What would happen if I wanted to open my own place? What is the limitation? Hesitation? Freak out point? I guess I am now considering what is stopping me from truly taking a risk, this risk. Of course, it would limit my travel options which always scares me. However, I am almost convinced that it is something that I would like to do.
I went to a new place in Phoenix the other night. I know the chef and bar manager. The space was fantastic...well lit, great vibe, fun. Food, okay. Not great. One of the dishes was super salty and some sand to accompany the scallops. A bit much considering. We ordered a sammie that seemed unreal. Sausage octopus and it severely lacked. Dripping in mayo, bland bread and some protein...I wasn't in love the concoction. Yes, I did manage to be constructive about the disaster. Octopus sausage still appetizing. The chopped salad was the most balanced, fresh and inspiring dish. Hearts of palm, parsley, onion, pine nuts were a few of the core ingredients. I did enjoy the salad. I will return as it has only been open for a month. I believe it will work out the kinks and be a destination for foodies in Phoenix.
I have been meaning to get to the post office before work and I have not been successful. Gifts this year will be arriving late. This new schedule is making me a little crazy. My days off, I act, like I still have a ton of flexibility. For example, I went to yoga, had some wine, met a friend for happy hour and then retired to my house. There was no real push to be anywhere but where I wanted to be. Now, that I have a set schedule, I am concerned with maximizing my free time. So, no, I didn't make it to the post office today and I will not make it until next week or after.
There are other things that I want to consider but I am running out of time before my day starts. Til then, I dream of travel, a new city and yoga. Cheers!
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