What’s in a name?

This isn’t my first time at the blog rodeo. My former blog had the title “An Exercise in Futility,” which I liked for a long time. One day, I was reading Amanda Palmer’s blog and her post that day included part of a newsletter that Bob Lefsetz wrote about the Grateful Dead.

One phrase he used — They were on an adventure without a destination.” — really jumped out at me.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about it. I wanted my life to be adventurous. I had learned that I focused too much on destinations and needed to enjoy the journey along the way.

Are you so focused on the result that you miss the joyful moments on the way? What adventure(s) are you on at the moment?

Tell me about it in the comments or link to your own blog.

Taking Responsibility

I’ve exercised regularly for years. YEARS. My doctor says I’m a very healthy 30-year-old. Hubs and I eat pretty clean and we don’t deprive ourselves of junk food when we really, REALLY want it (a little fried chicken or fast-food tacos if you know what I mean). I ran a half-marathon in March and am running a ten miler next April. I’m in decent shape.

The voice in the back of my head kept nagging me about my weight.

Since the exercising began years ago, I’d always explained it away by saying that I had more muscle mass than I used to have. I’ve realized over the last month that this excuse isn’t going to cut it anymore if I really want the body and lifestyle I say I do.

It’s not what I eat. It’s HOW MUCH I eat.

I have to take responsibility for my intake. I stopped matching portions with husband. I’ve realized it takes much less food than I thought to feel full. I’ve rediscovered what feeling hungry is like.

I know this hunger is nothing like the hunger felt by many people in this world who do not get enough to eat.

I’m also humbled. I need to do more to give back to my community. A plan is percolating. Stay tuned for future developments.

What I Lost and What I Found

life is a question of choice

I lost my way.

Rather, I spent years having the quarter-life crisis that many people in their twenties have. I married young, moved away from my family, tried to plan everything, and then panicked when I ended up with a life that didn’t match the picture in my head.

I’m better now. I have a stronger sense of who I am, but now I recognize that life, and my sense of self, is fluid. You cannot plan everything.

Life is a series of choices.

I chose to get married.

I chose to move away.

I chose jobs that weren’t the best fits.

I chose to leave those jobs.

I chose to stay married.

I chose to start grad school.

I chose to start, maintain, or end friendships.

I can always choose something different. I’ve learned, however, that it is easier to choose wisely instead of choosing to move in the completely opposite direction.