Words to Live By

“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” – ee cummings

My mother shared this quote with me several year ago during my multi-year quarter life crisis.

At the time, I believed that the people in my life expected me to act a certain way. I believed that it is far easier in the short-term to be that person that others wanted me to be. We are all sons, daughters, wives, husbands, brothers, and sisters. After much soul-searching and many conversations, I realized that I was wrong.

I was the only one holding me back. Trying to mold myself to others’ expectations was going to tear me apart (never mind that most people didn’t have expectations of me to begin with). I needed to acknowledge that I can be the rocker chic, the corporate girl, the outdoorsy hippie, and more ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

I reference these words every day and muster my courage to live a full life.

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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.