Can you hear me singing it? I am. In my head. I spent last Thursday afternoon in a park, in a tank top, flipped up to get a little color on my otherwise pasty midsection. It must have been 75 degrees!!! Yes, three exclamation marks for that. I live in Seattle.
I can feel it – summer is just around the corner. I need to prepare.
Who doesn’t want this bathing suit? It’s amazing. And that hat. I want the hat, too.
Enough afternoons in the park, and perhaps…
Every summer I tell myself I’m going camping. Or at least for a long hike. Why is it so hard? And why doesn’t it look like this?
I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow, and like clockwork I’m debating a serious chop. Okay, this girl clearly has extensions, and my hair clearly isn’t that long, but it’s close. Or it feels like it. I don’t even know – it’s been in a bun for the last three weeks. So how short can I go without any regrets?
In the era of visual overload, we have access to pictures of everything and anything all the time. It is a great hallmark of the internets, and I find it endlessly curious how scanning pictures can make me feel calmer, happier, at ease. I guess this is the age old practice of taking in art, what is beautiful or striking to you in some way.
As I review what peeks my interest, and look for the patterns, the images that I am drawn to so represent pieces of a life I may always be in the work of manifesting.
This week has been packed to the gills, and I woke up this morning without a good go to interview outfit. Oops. The standards I’ve had in my closet aren’t fitting right these days (thank you, yoga) which means I find myself in an HR lobby with slightly baggy pants. Double oops. Shopping for professional clothes is not something I’ve gotten deeply into. As someone with limited disposable income, I like the items I buy to work for any and all things. Generally, this means I dress California business casual, aka New York loungey. I get comments like “you always look so comfortable.” I like that. I also like the ability to take deep breaths and move my arms around. A yogi once said “change your clothes, change my life” and last week a friend said “you could probably do yoga in every outfit you wear”. This is okay with me.
That said, this look is not going to work for this round of interviews. I’ve got to pull off something new. One that says, sure I just got out of school a year ago, but I will happily and confidently run the psychosocial part of your service. And help with program development. And be a great team member. And liaison with hospital leadership and the joint commission. Got it, no problem. Just probably not while wearing Clark’s and black denim and trendy polka dots.
It’s just a black bag, but it’s amazing. I kid you not, every time I travel it’s complemented. It usually happens in the security line when I’m pulling out my laptop, which is stored in a not so obvious spot. See above. What I love about the bag is that it truly can function for work and school, and it also looks like I bought it at Nordstrom. Not that I care where people think I bought my bag – the point is that it’s cute. And functional. And oh so sturdy. I love it. And did I mention it was a gift? From a stranger on an airplane who was returning from a trip to wholesale them to Fry’s. Ahhh, the karma of actually taking the time and curtesy to say hello to your flying neighbor.
Loki has developed a habit lately of chewing zippers. I have no idea why, but I do know he’s getting nowhere near this bag.
If you’re curious, and you’re not fortunate enough to bump into my friend on a plane, you can find the bag here.