6:54

Yesterday I went for a basic run. It was intended to be three or four miles. So inconsequential I didn’t even have a plan for distance, or pace. I’m not training for anything. Just running to run. Because I enjoy it.

So imagine my surprise as I completed my run that my brand new Garmin watch (which I love!!) exploded on my wrist with a little alert “best mile award!” Which wasn’t really hard. Because I’ve only run with it twice. But alright! I’ll take a best mile award.

Then it flashed the time, 6:54. For real? I don’t know when I’ve broken a 7:00 mile. Back in the day, my goal was breaking 5:00 for a mile (I got ever so close with a 5:01), but I haven’t had a mile goal in…decades.

So this was kind of awesome. An unexpected gift. It didn’t matter at all. But it was still cool. It was a reminder that I still have some kick in my steps. That I can still surprise myself. And even when just running to enjoy the fresh air, a delightful surprise can make you feel pretty bad ass.

So I wonder….how many 6:54 moments could we each have in life? Whether it’s singing an epic tune in the shower, nailing a killer dance routine in your living room, making a great dinner, delivering an amazing presentation, or getting an unexpected and heartfelt hug from your friend or child?

Really, I think we’re surrounded by the potential of 6:54 moments. That feeling – even if just for a moment – that we’re killing it. We may not have Garmin’s to explode on our wrists at just the right time with an alert to pat us on the back, but do we really need that?

Can’t we just celebrate ourselves? In the moment? And keep seeking the 6:54 moments. They’re out there.

Resolving

I really do love a New Year. There is something about a new year that feels like a blank journal. 365 pages ahead of you. Empty chapters to complete. In the best of circumstances, you chart your own narrative. And at the end of the year, look back and hopefully respond affirmatively that yes, I made the very most of this year.

I take the New Year’s resolution business seriously. Perhaps that’s why I’m committing to my 2019 resolutions on January 5th. A few days late, but I wanted to thoughtfully recharge post holiday and choose wisely. You see, I think the best resolutions shouldn’t be pressure-filled or trivial commitments you set aside in a few weeks. The best resolutions can be life changing – they push you to look at the world in new ways, experience new things, and ensure that life does not stagnate. They are inspiring and push you to better yourself. They are uniquely yours, which is why it always feels a bit odd and personal to share mine.

But in the spirit of being thought-provoking, or perhaps hopefully inspiring, here is my list for 2019. Some of these are more thematic, others will be more specific.

  1. Embrace presence. Initially this item was titled “embrace stillness.” Then I realized that wasn’t quite right. It isn’t quiet that I seek. Although sometimes a quiet moment is a huge gift. But presence is something worthwhile always – being fully engaged, aware and alert to the moment at hand. Not letting life – your worries, your wandering mind, or increasingly, your phone – distract you. What if we could be in the moment – each moment – for this entire year? A bit unrealistic, of course, but a noble goal. A huge thing for me this year will be distance from my phone. It is so obvious, it feels trite to even include. But I think it will ultimately have a big impact on my year, so not only do I include it, I include it at the top. The screen time feature that recently came to iOS is a good one – and terrifying. When I saw my first report, I thought it surely had to be a mistake. But between work emails, social media, and the bulk of my online reading and shopping moving to my phone – yup, its a real number. So I will watch it closely and watch it decrease – dramatically. A few changes will make a big difference. Top of the list? Not bringing my phone to bed. Many nights I think I’m too tired to properly read, so instead browse my phone and read blogs, news articles, etc. Often an hour goes by and I realize – what a waste. I didn’t really read anything interesting or meaningful. I was simply robbing sleep for mindless distraction. Kind of like how I used to treat episodes of Friends, but without the laughter. This will end. Instead, I will choose to be present in each moment.
  2. Death to perfectionism. I’ve read a few books this past year that have covered the challenges people, women in particular, face when too focused on being too perfect. Sadly, many of us don’t even realize we’re doing it. It’s the classic good girl syndrome. As young girls in school, we’re encouraged to be quiet, to be good, to work hard to earn our gold star or straight A’s. How ironic that as we enter the workforce, these same traits likely hold us back. An aversion to risk-taking, a delay in action while waiting for perfection, a constant seeking of approval, an inability to accept compliments, and often putting other’s needs ahead of our own. I see this cycle in my own life so very frequently and with so many of my friends. The trick is being aware and mindful that this quest for perfectionism/gold star/straight A is likely holding us back. From pursuing our dreams. From trying new things. From putting ourselves out there to what the universe can offer. Personally, this was one of the most illuminating lessons for me in 2018 and while I really have to work to undue 40+ years of habitual perfectionism, I’m trying hard to approach life with a different lens.
  3. Pursue passion and purpose. The Power of Meaning encourages each of us to find our purpose. How do I ensure that I am living fully and experiencing each moment? Do I know my purpose on this earth? Even if not, am I satisfied that each day feels like a meaningful investment to a meaningful life? Purpose on a given day can simply be pursuing joy, it can be focused on those we love, it can be furthering a career, or making a difference in the world. The beautiful thing about passion is that it can be varied and you can have many of them. But, without purposeful focus, our time can drift and our passions can be underserved. This year, I will focus on pursuing my passions with intentional purpose – this is the resolution.
  4. Commit to writing. What’s up two days in a row of writing??!! Silly, of course, because it’s only two days. But it’s a start! Every time I write, I’m always glad I made the time and created the headspace. The creative outlet is so good for me and writing with purpose – or without – brings me joy. This is enough. And, I’m encouraged by my nice friends who compliment my writing. In the spirit of Playing Big (another recent favorite book by Tara Mohr), why shouldn’t I write a book? And not someday, but soon. This year I lay the foundation. I’m going to work to structure this blog topically so I can write about things I love and see what perhaps could become book-worthy. Building a readership will be helpful too. While I have built a career at Microsoft building profiles and brands for my company and for many executives, this doesn’t come naturally to do for myself. But it is helpful in today’s world and I love to see comments and feedback. So I will push myself to write, to share, and to promote.
  5.  Build strength. I take a broad definition to strength. This resolution encompasses mind, body, and soul. I have really enjoyed my commitment to learning new things and experiencing new points of view via expansive reading. This I will continue to do, seeking out other new ways of strengthening my mind. I’ve started listening to podcasts during my commute (about a decade behind), but I love the opportunity to fill my mind with something interesting vs. radio show host banter. Strength of body will be a challenge for me. While I love to run and work out in general, I prefer movement, so traditional strength-based work-outs haven’t been my thing. As <ahem> middle age approaches, I see what was predicted. The whole use it or lose it phenomenon. So this year, I want to get strong. All over body strong. Arms, core, legs, you name it. No intense body builder stuff, but so I can run healthy and rock a bikini level. This will take some work and commitment, but I look forward to the challenge. Finally, strength of soul is something I will pursue. The Power of Meaning book inspired this one too. How can I strengthen my soul this year? It may be through reading, writing, going to yoga, pursuing new schools of thought, or taking my kids to church. We will see.
  6.  Learn new things. This is an extension of one of last year’s resolutions. I am simply giddy with the opportunity to learn new things. It keeps me young and engaged with life. The blanket statement is so generic though, it isn’t overly useful. So I’ll give a few specific examples. I’ll continue to be a voracious reader – at least 20 books this year. I didn’t keep a list last year because it seemed too nerdy, but this year I have no shame in my nerd game. It would be interesting to look back on and remind myself what I have learned. I will learn how to play golf. I may not become a decent golfer, but I’m going to learn how to play. I took a set of lessons years ago before we had kids but have forgotten everything. Now, we live on a golf course. We have a golf cart. My husband golfs. My friends golf. It’s ridiculous that I can’t socially golf. So I will learn. And take lessons this spring/summer with my big kids. A great way to learn is to travel. I like the idea of three trips a year that require planning and research – learning a new culture or uncharted territory. This doesn’t count our typical family vacations which have relaxing at the core or visiting family. I have two on the horizon – a girls trip with my mom and sisters and a trip to Greece in May., so I just need a third! I have some professional goals in this area too, but I’ll share more on those another time.
  7.  Embrace food as fuel. This isn’t a new fad diet or a desired number on the scale. It’s a mindset – the notion of embracing food as fuel. The reality is I already eat pretty healthy (most of the time) – or at least not unhealthy. But like many things, I can skimp on myself when time crunched. Which leads to skipping breakfast entirely – even after I’ve gone for a morning run (so bad!!!) – sometimes scarfing down an energy bar for lunch between meetings – or drinking a Diet Coke in the afternoon for the caffeine kick (the aspartame!!). And dinner, wow does dinner get more complex when you have teenagers. My youngest has a special diet so she always requires her own dinner. Then my son plays a lot of basketball on two different teams and has evening practice at least three times a week. Add in tutoring sessions, homework, or other commitments for my oldest daughter and dinner can turn into a three meal circus real fast (youngest, other kids between commitments, grown up dinner). Because of the schedule, we’ve fallen into a rut of the same quickly made meals for the kids, which doesn’t give them a diversity of food, makes the kitchen duty feel endless each night, and we’re all ready for some new options. So this year, I will commit to eating three proper meals a day (yes, that is as ridiculous as it sounds), no more Diet Coke!, more fruits and vegetables, and preparing thoughtful great dinners for us to eat as a family at least a few times a week. Of course we’ll eat the other nights too, but I want special nights. With great new food and dedicated family time.
  8.  Develop community and plan for fun. Another one that is a bit recycled from last year and is a bit embarrasing in its lameness. But this one is hard for me! Amidst the parenting, careers, and other life commitments, I managed to make regular exercise a priority in 2018. It was awesome! But I did not regularly deliver on this resolution. It’s too easy for me to drop it when things get busy – and things are always busy! Like every resolution worth having, it will take focus to make progress. As my current favorite guidebook, The Power of Meaning, articulates, a sense of Belonging is one of the four most critical components for a meaningful life. I have dear friends in so many areas of my life and I want more of them! It will take focus, planning and prioritization. But now I have a great entertaining house. And when I drop the whole perfectionist thing, I could have friends over all the time! There are great experiences to have in Seattle and I need to seek these out, put them on the calendar and make them happen. I’d love to pursue joining a running group and have my eye on one that meets Thursday evenings. This will take prioritization, but I want to give it a try. A work in progress this one, but every fun moment, I’m reminded that it is so worthwhile.

So there you have it! Eight resolutions for 2019. I really wanted to stick to five but I couldn’t bring myself to drop any of these. It’s exciting to embrace a year with optimism and energy for what’s possible. And even if I don’t nail them all, I know I will be better for trying. 

Happy 2019!

Perfection

Hello 2019….another new year. Each one, a gift. 

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A resolution (more on those soon!) is to commit to writing. This blog, in a journal, for work, wherever my heart, soul and mind lead me.

I have taken time off from writing this blog, initially because I was consumed with my house remodel and all of the design research and decisions that led to the creation of my dream home. Then, after moving into our new house in October, I thought I would pick it back up with renewed energy. Excitement! And so much to say.

But, then. Wow, is moving exhausting. They aren’t kidding when they say moving is one of life’s most stressful events. And this move, our final move, needed to be perfect. Perfectly stress-free for my kids, perfectly organized so no clutter seeped back in, with a perfectly beautiful home – as I had dreamed about for months, or years really. We had a rental house to move, an entire garage of boxes and furniture that had been stored to unload, and a storage unit of yet more boxes – all of which had not been unpacked for the last two years of moving. But mission accomplished! I love my new home. More on this soon too, promise.

So finally the house was unpacked and largely set up. Including a writing room I designed with just this very activity in mind. I sit here now as I type. Inspiring, right? Nope. 

Then I needed to travel to New York to run the New York City marathon – my first! And an incredible experience. But the race didn’t go according to plan, so then I needed to run the Seattle Marathon a few weeks later. I was physically tired yet motivated to hit my goal after committed training. Mission accomplished! Now, that must be inspirational, right? Nope.

And then, I got sucked into the Christmas season. You know how it goes. You promise this will be the year you will be ahead of the game. You will enjoy the season and not become overwhelmed. But, then. You want your new home to be perfectly decorated for its first Christmas. This requires some new decorations, stockings, and of course…yard decorations? Yes. And the gift buying. With three kids, we have traditionally spoiled them at Christmas. I make lists, I buy the perfect wish list items and surprises, and try to keep it even Steven. So much list making, thinking, and shopping. I love it, but whew. And then you want the perfect holiday card picture. And then those cards (150!) need to be designed, ordered, and addressed. And then you get ready for the guests. We had about two weeks of guests, three formal dinners, and multiple Christmas celebrations. With the people I love the most in this entire universe, but whew. The self-imposed pressure of each of these celebrations being perfect is tiring. And I did not stop to be inspired this year.

So here we are. Now I have a clean conscious to explain the silence and renewed focus. You see, the challenge all along hasn’t really been the remodel. Or the marathons. Or the holiday planning. Or the three kids or full-time job. Nope. 

The problem has been within me. A fear of perfection that created a paralyzing writer’s block. I’ve been exploring this theme for a few months and I recognize it so often now in how I approach life. It hit me on the head last night as I was reading my latest favorite book, Playing Big, by Tara Mohr. She writes about a similar struggle. How she took a seven year sabbatical from writing because of her insecurities. Because she didn’t know if she had anything interesting to say. That was different enough from all of the other writing out there. And this insecurity froze her. Until she realized, “if you want to write, you’ve got to let go of what other people will think. You’ve got to give up on the ‘love me, praise me’ thing. You are going to have to do this in a different way than you’ve written in a very long time. You are going to have to write for you – for your joy, for your pleasure, for your self-expression, not for anyone else’s approval.” And then she said, she took back the authority of her work.

So powerful. For me, insecurity plays a role. But more so, when I analyze the writers I adore, there is a profound honesty and vulnerability that they share. This takes real courage. And I have to imagine, really understanding families and friends. Someday, I would love to find a voice that can be that real. But with teenage kids, a husband, a career and a community, some topics in my world just require safety nets and guardrails. This also froze me, because is the exercise worthwhile if you self-edit? 

You can see why I haven’t written in awhile:) But now, my fingers are flying across my keyboard. I’m simultaneously thinking of other topics I want to write about. I know I do have worthwhile stories to write. So this I will do. This year I will write regularly. I will try very, very hard to let perfectionism go. Instead, I will embrace creativity for its precious sake. And some days, maybe something beautiful will be shared. Other days, maybe not, but I will likely learn the most from these harder days. And I will be trying and growing. 

THIS IS SO FUN! I look forward to lots more blogs in 2019. And to share with my friends who ask if I’m still writing, I will keep an updated Facebook page (The Redefining) and Instagram feed, so I don’t have to spam my other personal accounts with post updates. I look forward to experimenting with social content, which I’ve done for years for work – now it’s my turn. I hope you’ll follow along.

Gratitude

The beautiful thing about gratitude is it isn’t just for Thanksgiving. As Emerson reminds us wisely, it’s a habit that can be cultivated, with gratitude for all things.

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It’s Thanksgiving Day and a fitting day to revisit my old friend, The Redefining blog. I’ve missed it, yet been preoccupied with other life goals and life in general. It is so nice to be encouraged to write (thank you friends!) so hoping this reacquaintance is not short-lived.

Today is such a brilliant, if not clichéd, day to focus on gratitude. It’s been a bit of mantra for me this year.

I tried to be grateful through months of remodeling and now I am infinitely grateful to be done. We are moved in, settled, and loving our new house. In the last month, I’ve delighted in turning my dream house (which I designed from top to bottom) into a home for our family. We’ve hosted family dinners, happy hours for friends, more friends for dinner, and a relatively epic sweet 16 bash for my daughter. Already piles of kids come through frequently – settling upstairs and downstairs – and devouring mountains of food. I love it. Through-out, I have been so aware and heartbroken, for the thousands of people who lost their homes in the many disastrous fires. All those memories – and sadly – lives, lost. It is such a reminder to be grateful for a home.

And even more so, grateful for the family that lives inside the home. My heart continues to burst with gratitude for my family. It is so true that as each year goes by, you want to hold your kids a little tighter. This year I am grateful for the health and happiness of those I love the most. We had a scare with my youngest child this year that led to a terrible few months of awaiting test results. Nothing makes you more grateful for those you love and life itself than a reminder that each day is precious. I miss my original family today, as I do every year. Growing up, Thanksgiving was a special day for my family. So special, we’d celebrate it twice. Lunch with one set of grandparents, dinner with another set. Lots of Thanksgiving, but always, lots to be thankful for. I’ll get to see my family at Christmas and I cannot wait.

I finally completed my first marathon this year. And sincerely, my mantra was “gratitude”. I started with that mindset, repeated it when things were going great, then when I struggled with dehydration, and those last long miles to the finish line. Gratitude, in this context, is simple. Grateful for health. Grateful for ability. Grateful that at 44, I can push myself to a long-awaited first. Health is a beautiful thing and I don’t take it for granted. Grateful.

Friends are an endless source of gratitude. You know, the people who know you so well. Who are the first to congratulate you. Or give you a hug. Or laugh at the silliness of life. These friends I run with, read with, sit on the sidelines with, have cocktails with, and can enjoy long dinners with. The best friends are always there if you need them. They make you smile and laugh. And they push you to chase your dreams.

I’m grateful for so much more. Grateful for new experiences, learning new things, great books, ridiculous movies, my beloved dog Zoe, singing poorly to great tunes, and inspiration everywhere. I’m excited that I can feel like life is just beginning in many ways.

While some will focus on bigger world issues today, for me today is a day of gratitude. At times over the last months I have been overwhelmed by the sadness in the world – more senseless shootings and violence; increasing racism, anti-Semitism, and sexism; ridiculous world leaders who make me furious in their stupidity; and natural disaster tragedies. It can take your breath away if you let it. But today, I do what I can and then I choose to focus on gratitude.

Thanksgiving day is a day to breathe. We’re at Whidbey Island, as we typically are for Thanksgiving. I love that my kids will have traditions to look back upon. Lots of fun with cousins, card games, watching the Macy’s Day Parade and football in a pile, walks on the beach, baking muffins and pies, a wonderful dinner surrounded by people who love them dearly, capped off with the annual showing of National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. It will be loud, it will be chaotic, and it will be memorable.

Grateful.

The beautiful thing about gratitude is it isn’t just for Thanksgiving. As Emerson reminds us wisely, it’s a habit that can be cultivated, with gratitude for all things.

“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dog Days of Summer

Oh August….what a month you were. I haven’t written in a few weeks because, truth be told, I was hot and grumpy for a good portion of August. It turns out hot and grumpy does not make for very interesting blogs. And I realized I am a relatively high maintenance writer.

There were a few creativity killers at play the last few weeks. It has given me a new appreciation for a quiet place to focus, fresh air, and the importance of a positive attitude.

So I’m just going to whine for a tiny little bit and then move on. The new school year is amongst us and fall is always a refreshing season of clarity for me.

But just so you know….here were the forces working against me the last few weeks:

  1. Heat. Oh my god. We had some hot weather this summer. Not just hot for Seattle. Hot. Anywhere. I grew up in hot, humid weather. I used to run a long way in it. No sweat. But I’ve gotten soft in my old age. And we always had air conditioning. Hot weather without air conditioning is just inhumane. And this rental house is perhaps the hottest hot house on the planet. No air flow. A massive window that makes our living room a virtual greenhouse. And so hot. Our main floor was frequently 88+ degrees – inside. Ugh. Definitely not an energizer.
  2. Smoke. And if the heat wasn’t bad, then came the smoke! Like a modern day apocalypse. Seattle was surrounded by forest fires, with smoke billowing in from Canada, Oregon and eastern Washington. For many days we had worse air quality than Beijing. Beijing! The air was thick, particles fell from the sky, and you couldn’t see the sun or a hint of blue sky. Yuck, yuck, yuck! Smoke is worse than the heaviest rain. Several weeks of August were sucked up by smoke. Impossible to go outside. My kids were cooped up. I had to run on the treadmill. And you hated to open the windows on the greenhouse due to the poor air quality.
  3. The endless remodel. This remodel should have been complete by now. Initially we roughly targeted July, then August 20th became the move in date. And now it is officially October 4th. For real. The date is not moving. For real. Anyone that has done a remodel probably has felt the pain of last minute delays. So close…but…not quite. Our project was huge, so the timeline was always aggressive. I like aggressive. I don’t like delays. So I was grumpy about the delay. I have largely come to terms with it. Largely. But today, the items on my to-do list are buying hundreds of lightbulbs for new light fixtures and diagramming exactly where I want the carefully chosen knobs and pulls to go on all of our cabinetry. Menial chores. And the chores you do when you are so close to the finish line.
  4. Clutter. Wow. Do I have a new appreciation for the impact of clutter. I found this quote and now I realize why I haven’t had an ounce of inspiration lately. clutter.jpgI am surrounded by clutter. For real. I am so ready for my new house to be set up – perfectly – that I have been buying half the Internet to ensure we are all set up as soon as possible. Unfortunately half the Internet was arranged to show up aligned with the August 20th move date. And as mentioned, that move date did not happen. So, half the Internet has had to be squeezed into our small rental house. I will paint you a little picture, because an actual picture would disturb you. From my line of sight at our dining room table, which is conveniently right next to the living room, I see 1) a new couch for our new living room which had to be delivered and is shoved up against the fireplace 2) displaced chairs in front of the window to make room for the couch 3) my son’s new nightstand which just arrived and has nowhere to go 4) a large mirror for the powder room shoved behind the dining room table 5) several boxes of kitchen hardware and bathroom accessories that need to be delivered to the other house. Disturbing, right? In our master bedroom (which is not large), there is a large box holding the chandelier for our new master bedroom, a new large TV, and a 9X12 rug somehow crammed in a large box all lining the perimeter of the room. My writing nook (a small area I had carved out – literally behind the furnace in the basement) is now full of wallpaper books, tile samples, and boxes of recently delivered cushions for new outdoor furniture. I am not kidding. We are surrounded by stuff. It is so crazy you have to laugh. I will be forever grateful to Restoration Hardware for holding a very large delivery for an extra two months. Bless you, Restoration Hardware.
  5. Stretched thin. You know the feeling. Too much to do. Not enough time. Mind pulled in too many directions. We had a new nanny start this month and she is wonderful. The kids love her and we’re hitting our stride. But as any working parent can tell you, it is hard work to onboard a new childcare provider to a busy family of five. Our situation is more challenging than most given my youngest daughter’s special needs. It’s a whole set of considerations in its own right. So there are logistics, details, guidance, and a million questions to answer. Our new nanny also was ramping out of her previous job, which led to several work from home while parenting days. Juggle, juggle. I’ve realized when I’m juggling so much, no space is left for positive creative energy. Just keeping up with the to-do list is enough.

So, now I know what it is like to live like a hoarder in a furnace. Juggling a lot of balls. Once will be good for this lifetime. So I gave myself a hall pass on creativity the last few weeks.

But with a new season can come renewal. And I’m ready for it! New school year. New house. New attitude. 

I’ve been practicing gratitude on my long runs and ending my day with a grateful thought. Of course I have many. August brought lots of fun too – really, it did. Great nights out with friends, fun reunions with old friends visiting Seattle, good memories with my kids, and the celebration of my baby’s 11th birthday. All great things.

But now I’m ready for fall. And the new season ahead.

Committed

There is something beautiful about commitment.

The commitment I’m excited about tonight is the New York City Marathon. It’s on November 4th, but it’s been on my mind for years.

I was all ready to run this marathon in 2012. I had trained with a good friend over lots of miles, with hours of conversations and laughs. Our longest training run was 22 miles and we were ready to roll. Literally on the flight to NYC, a buzz started to spread on the plane (full of runners) that the marathon had been cancelled due to Hurricane Sandy. We knew it was a risk, but it seemed unlikely. Unfortunately, the damage was severe from the storm and the local politicians took enough heat so they cancelled it. While we were mid-flight. So, we ended up enjoying a long week-end in NYC with our friends – not exactly what we had in mind, but fun, nonetheless.

My IT band had flared up on our last long run and I had visions of a blissful first marathon, so I didn’t run the Seattle Marathon a few weeks later. I totally should have! Because all of that training did not result in a marathon and here I am, six years later (!) and I still haven’t completed one.

But I’m going to on November 4th. I can’t wait. 

I’ve been training – nothing crazy – but in balance with my lifestyle and with the goal of not getting hurt. After many injuries in my running career, staying healthy may be my biggest challenge.

But I’ve worked on strengthening what needed strengthening. Carefully calculated a smart mileage build-up. Even went to physical therapy and hot yoga fairly religiously for a few months. The extra stuff got a bit ignored in July due to tons of vacations, but I kept up my running and slowly built up my long runs.

Now, I’m ready to focus again and get back on my program. It’s kinda fun actually and I’m in the best shape I’ve been in for several years. So yay for that!

Sunday I ran 16 miles. It was a milestone of sorts. In a “yep, I’m going to commit and do this” kind of way. I largely felt good. You have a long time to think over 2 hours and 11 minutes (it’s 8:11/mile pace for those who care about such things – slower than 6 years ago, but not too bad for #44) by yourself on a running trail. It’s peaceful and centering.

So I decided to commit. Let’s do this. Part of achieving and reaching a goal is committing, so Sunday night, I locked and loaded. Committed to my new team – the March of Dimes charity team. It’s a fantastic organization and since I didn’t get in via the lottery, I needed to join a charity team to earn a spot in the race. It’s great to raise money for a cause I believe in while achieving a life goal. Bought plane tickets and booked a hotel. Arranged childcare for my kids.

Committed. 

I still worry <a bit> about staying healthy. There are still nearly 3 months until the marathon. But life – like marathons – can’t be run by fear. And sometimes, the biggest step to take is planting yourself in the arena. Calling the shot.

Committed.

I look forward to more long runs. Inching my mileage up just a bit further. Trying to do the little things that will help me stay healthy. While still enjoying life.

My long run was supposed to be on Saturday. But Friday night brought an epic Pearl Jam concert, where they played for nearly four amazing hours. I ate random seafood for dinner at a pre-party on a Seattle pier. Had a few drinks. Stood and walked on my feet for hours. Stayed out until 2am. This does not happen often. And not the best long run prep.

So instead of a long run on Saturday. I took two – not just one – but two naps. And geared up for a Sunday long run.

Because I am committed – to training for this marathon – and loving life in the meantime.

A Meaningful Life

The only certainty is that we are here, in this moment, in this now. It’s up to us: to live fully, experiencing each moment, aware, alert and attentive.

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Tonight’s blog is a little light topic regarding the meaning of life.

I am amazed at how many people in my life are all asking similar questions. Am I doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing with my life? I know I should live with purpose, but what if I don’t really know what my purpose is? And if I do, how do I pay my bills/take care of my kids/generally function as an adult and pursue my purpose at the same time? I’m all in on doing something with purpose…but…maybe later? It all sounds good….but wow, putting the notion into practice is really tricky.

In many ways, this topic was the impetus of this blog. How do we make the most of life? How do we ensure we’re living a life that we love? That makes us happy? That is….meaningful?

Yet, increasingly – doesn’t make us feel guilty or – less than – for living life as is.

Recently a book was recommended to me that I nearly skipped…but it was largely a homework assignment for work, if you can believe it. So I dutifully bought my copy (hard back, always!), picked up my highlighter and begrudgingly dove in. It’s called The Power of Meaning: Finding Fulfillment in a World Obsessed with Happiness by Emily Esfahani Smith.

Honestly, in many ways the content of the book is life changing. Or perspective changing. Or certainly thought provoking.

“What is the meaning of life? That was all – a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”

Virginia Woolf

The book dives into the meaning of life, taking a walk back through historical and philosophical times, ultimately landing on four key pillars of living a meaningful life.

Wait for it! It’s worth it…but first, a brief history lesson, followed by a debate between happiness and meaning – and why it matters.

A Tale as Old as Time
There has been interest in meaning since the dawn of time from the earliest religions and the greatest philosophers, who have had rigorous debates – even wars – on the topic.

The Freud school believes in Hedonia, or “happiness.” It’s the notion that human beings “strive after happiness; they want to become happy and to remain so” and this “pleasure principle” decides the “purpose of life” for most people. The Socrates school of thought also considered this the path to living well. All good, right? What’s not to embrace about striving for happiness?

I will tell you. Ask Aristotle. Who led another school of thought focused on eudaimonia, which is the ancient Greek word for “human flourishing.” It often gets translated as happiness, but to Aristotle, it was not a fleeting, positive emotion. Rather, it is something you do. It requires you to cultivate the best qualities within you – morally and intellectually and living up to your potential. It is an active life, a life in which you do your job and contribute to society, a life in which you are involved in your community, a life, above all, in which you realize your potential, rather than squander your talents.

Happiness is All the Rage
The debate between Socrates and Aristotle sets up the discussion we see all over the media today – how do you live your happiest life? This is the question we largely see.

According to the book, in the late 1980’s and early 1990’s, there were several hundred studies about happiness published each year; by 2014 there were over 10,000 per year. In 2000 the number of books published on happiness was a modest 50. In 2008, that number had skyrocketed to 4,000. Since the mid-2000s, the interest in happiness, as measured by Google searches, has tripled. If you search for “happiness books” on Amazon right now (I just did), there are over 40,000 results. That’s right – 40,000.

Unfortunately, this focus on happiness isn’t working super well. Though the happiness industry continues to grow, as a society, we’re more miserable than ever. If that is not the most depressing sentence. But the facts support it. Hopelessness and misery are becoming an epidemic – in the US, the rate of people suffering from depression has risen dramatically since 1960 and between 1988 and 2008 the use of anti-depressants rose 400%. Global suicide rates have spiked 60% since World War II. In 2016, the suicide rate reached its highest point in nearly 30 years in the general population and for middle-aged adults, it has increased by over 40% since 1999. Each year, 40,000 Americans take their lives and worldwide that number is closer to one million. These are crazy stats.

Researchers are searching for why? And the reasons aren’t obvious. Wealthy nations have significantly higher suicide rates than poorer ones. Happiness and unhappiness do not predict suicide. The variable? Meaning – or lack thereof. The countries with the lowest rates of meaning, like Japan, also had some of the highest suicide rates.

The Importance of Meaning
So a relatively recent new field – positive psychology – founded by the University of Pennsylvania’s Martin Seligman, has focused on the modern day importance of meaning. Seligman found that psychologists could cure depression, helplessness and anxiety, but helping people overcome their demons is not the same thing as helping them live well. In 1998, he called upon his colleagues to investigate what makes life fulfilling and worth living.

It’s kind of a mind-blowing distinction. If I think about a perfect happy day for myself, it would involve sitting on a beach. With people I love part of the day. And part of the day by myself. I would eat and drink well and run at some point. I’ve had these days on vacation and they are amazing – blissfully happy. If I had this day for 30 days straight, I would be super bored. Honestly. I’ll own that. And I’m not alone. It’s why you climb a mountain or train for a marathon or devote yourself to a work project – the process likely isn’t happy through-out – but you take great meaning from the accomplishment. Same concept for parenting – is there a harder job in the world? I think not. Definitely not always happy. But perhaps the most meaningful thing you can do. Same goes for caring for a sick relative. Definitely not happy. But meaningful and most would never change the investment they’ve given to someone they love.

Ultimately, the search for meaning is far more fulfilling than the pursuit of personal happiness, which can be fleeting. There are sources of meaning all around us, and by tapping into them, we can lead more satisfying lives. Meaning can be different for each of us. For Gandhi, meaning from “service of all that lives.” For the philosopher Durant, it was work and family. Researchers claim “work is a major source of identity, value and purpose for people. It gives them something to do with their time, a sense of self-worth, and an opportunity to contribute to society and to support their families.”

The question is…how do we strive for a meaningful life? Which in turn should bring us joy over a lifetime. Or even if it doesn’t bring us joy, it will enable us to rest easy that we had a life well lived. With meaning. That yes, we mattered on this earth.

Today’s psychologists largely agree life has meaning when we:

1) evaluate our lives as significant and worthwhile – as part of something bigger
2) we believe our lives make sense
3) we feel our lives are driven by a sense of purpose.

Sisyphus, is another Greek legend highlighted in the book. He was the poor guy tasked with pushing a rock up a mountain only to see it roll back down. Yet, he was happy because he had a “sense of accomplishment and contentment that results from devoting yourself to a difficult but worthwhile task.” Camus, the philosopher author, wants us to see that like Sisyphus we can live to the fullest by embracing the struggle with dignity. He says “at this time there is no distance between my life and my work. I’m doing both at the same time, and with the same passion.” The lesson is simple – everyone needs a “thing” – a project or goal, to choose to dedicate their life.

But how do we get there? What is the roadmap?

The answer? The four pillars of meaning.

Four Paths to Meaning
If there is a guidebook to finding meaning in your life, the book says to bet on four paths. Everyone can find meaning by seeking four things: belonging, purpose, storytelling, and transcendence. A bit on each….

Belonging
Belonging is all about finding your tribe. Having a place in the world. A place where we feel understood, recognized, and affirmed by our friends, family, and partners. The book declares belonging is the most important driver of meaning.

Belonging is not a one-way street – to belong, you must be in a relationship with mutual care – where each person feels loved and valued by the other. When other people think you matter and treat you like you matter, you believe you matter. Belonging can come from anywhere – home, work, community, friends. Essentially, all of us need to belong in this world.

Without belonging, chronic loneliness can set in, which wait for it – compromises the immune system and leads to early death. In the great hierarchy of needs, belonging is right up there with food and shelter. And the challenges of belonging and forming bonds are growing, partly due to our increasingly mobile lives (the average American moves 11 times in their life) and the privatizing of our leisure time.

“At a time when we are more connected digitally than ever before, rates of social isolation are rising. About 20% of people consider loneliness a major source of unhappiness in their lives. And one third of Americans 45 and older say they are lonely. In our age of isolation, it’s more critical than ever to actively seek out social groups and work hard to build close relationships, especially because many forms of community are dissolving. People are spending less time together and more time in front of screens “privatizing our leisure time”.

When people have a sense of belonging they are revitalized. They are energized and engaged. They are resilient. And even the most mundane can seem valuable – and fun. The book encourages each of us to seek out these connections – at every stage of life. And to embrace compassion, which “lies at the center of belonging – when we open our hearts to others and approach them with love and kindness, we ennoble both those around us and ourselves – and the ripples of our compassionate acts persist, even long after we’re gone.”

Ultimately, meaning does not come to us on an island. Or sitting by ourselves on a beach. “Meaning is not something that we create within ourselves and for ourselves. Rather meaning largely lies in others. If we want to find meaning in our own lives, we have to begin by reaching out.”

This one resonates with me – in many ways, the primary reason I have stayed at Microsoft for nearly 20 years is because of a sense of belonging. My tribe. The people have changed over the years as my jobs have changed, but I’ve always been fortunate to have a tribe – and in many cases, these tribes are now my lifelong friends. I also belong to my family and friends, including sub-groups like my book club or running buddies.

But it’s a good question to ask – am I doing what I can to invest in creating relationships worthy of belonging?

Purpose
Ah! There it is. Of course, we must have a purpose!

Sadly, many of us don’t know what it is. The book describes, “Four in 10 Americans have not discovered a satisfying life purpose. Nearly a quarter of Americans – about 100M people – do not have a strong sense of what makes their lives meaningful. We must bridge the chasm between living a meaningful life with our modern life.”

Purpose is a goal toward which we are always working. It is the forward pointing arrow that motivates our behavior and serves as the organizing principle of our lives. Purpose also often involves a contribution to the world – whether it’s helping a community, inventing something awesome, raising a child, or contributing in any way – big or small that matters to you.

People who have a purpose believe their lives are more meaningful and more satisfying. They are more resilient and motivated, and they have the drive to muddle through the good and the bad of life in order to accomplish their goals. People who fail to find purpose in their daily activities tend to drift through life aimlessly. This is one of my biggest fears – years drift by without purpose, without intention, without meaning.
Finding you purpose requires self-reflection and self-knowledge. I’m working on it! But it’s not necessarily obvious.

The research suggests it is critical to know who you are – your core beliefs, your values and life goals, and how groups and communities shape you. What kind of person am I and what kind of person do I want to be? Knowing oneself is one of the most important predictors of the meaning of life. And identity isn’t static. At every life stage, it must be re-visited because we must grow and change, and at different life stages, different purposes make more sense.

Related to work, when we use our strengths at work, we find more meaning in our jobs and ultimately perform better. And when we pursue goals that align with our core values and interests, we feel more satisfied and competent. We’re more likely to persevere through challenges to actually accomplish our goals – we are more purposeful.

It’s probably no surprise the research shows living with purpose- – effectively – means using our strengths, talents and capabilities for the benefits of others. My crush Adam Grant did extensive research here and says those who consistently rank their jobs as meaningful see their jobs as a way to help others, including clergy, English teachers, surgeons, elementary and secondary school administrators, chiropractors, and psychiatrists. Yet he advises, “People working in any sector can find purpose at work by adopting a service mindset. No matter what occupies our days, when we reframe our tasks as opportunities to help others, our lives and our work feel more significant. Each of us has a circle of people – our families, our community, our work – whole lives we can improve. That’s a legacy everyone can leave behind.”

Randomly I saw a post from Grant yesterday on LinkedIn. It was about this topic. I love that he said the best way to find your purpose is to keep learning. This I can do.

Storytelling
Well, yay, yay, yay! I had no idea this little blog could lead to a meaningful life, but turns out – yes!

Essentially, this third path encourages us each to develop the storyteller within. We should embrace the idea that we are all storytellers and we define our lives (both past, present and future) by the stories we create and reinforce. Anthropologist Mary Catherine Bateson describes this as, “Each of us has worked by improvisation, discovering the shape of our creation along the way.”

The process of crafting stories helps us connect the events of our life in new ways, gaining insight into our experiences and learning lessons that had previously eluded us. By taking the disparate pieces of our lives and placing them together into a narrative, we create a unified whole that allows us to understand our lives as coherent. Yes! Coherency. Stories help us make sense of the world and our place in it and they are particularly important in defining our identity – understanding who we are and how we got that way.

We all do this whether we realize it or not. The stories are not literally written out like a book, although they could be. And many say that process is super rewarding. But many of our stories live in our minds, our memories, and how we choose to make sense of our life. Our strengths and weaknesses, our gifts and challenges, and how we feel about our place in the world.

The good news is our approach to storytelling is ours. Your life story is not an exhaustive history of what happened. Instead, it is comprised of narrative choices, which often focus on the most extraordinary events of our lives, because these are the experiences we need to make sense of and these are the experiences that shape us.

Stories are most helpful in delivering meaning if they are redemptive – we find a way to transition experiences from bad to good. People who believe their lives are meaningful tend to tell stories defined by growth, communion and agency. They reinforce a positive identity, assert control over their lives, reinforce they are loved and are progressing through life, and whatever obstacles they have encountered have been redeemed by good outcomes.

I love the concept that we are all the authors of our own stories and can choose to change the way we’re telling them. We can re-frame narratives to adopt positive identities – and live more purposefully.

One of my new favorite quotes – ever – is from author Madeleine L’Engle, who says, “The only certainty is that we are here, in this moment, in this now. It’s up to us: to live fully, experiencing each moment, aware, alert and attentive. We are here, each one of us, to write our own story – and what fascinating stories we make!”

Transcendence
The last path is the big kahuna. A real doozy. I could explain the first three paths very succinctly to my manager, but really stumbled on this last one. Ultimately, transcendence is about going beyond or climbing to a higher level. As the book describes, “A transcendent or mystical experience is one in which we feel that we have risen above the everyday world to experience a higher reality.” It is the pursuit of awe.

Transcendence can take many forms – typically it brings a sense of awe when we perceive something so amazing and vast that we cannot comprehend it. Religion, mindfulness meditation, Buddhism, and being one with nature are examples given as paths toward transcendence. Even astronauts have been known to reach transcendence – called the “Overview Effect” – while in flight, shifting from self-focused values like achievement, enjoyment and self-direction to self-transcendent ones like unity with nature, belief in God and world peace.

We should not expect this particular path toward meaning to be frequent – they are often described as passive (i.e. they descend like a mystical force vs. being self-created), they are transient (rarely lasting more than a few hours, often much shorter); are ineffable (difficult to capture the subjective in words and do it justice) and they are noetic (impart knowledge and wisdom).

During transcendent states, our sense of self washes away along with all of its petty concerns and desires. We feel deeply connected to other people and everything else that exists in the world. The result is that our anxieties about existence and death evaporate, and life finally makes sense. Which leaves us with a sense of peace and well-being. Don’t we all, at the end of our days, want this? A sense of peace. A sense of peace. And yes, a sense of meaning.

In full transparency, I haven’t figured out my own path. But I did find this a fascinating framework to consider.

And I also embrace the belief that I still have many, many years to figure it all out. I was discussing this blog with a friend today and shared with her that I believe for most of us, we will tackle these paths in chapters. In the hard-core parenting years, it’s tough to make time for certain purpose-led activities. We may desire a career path filled with purpose but find it doesn’t pay the bills or help us prepare for the future we seek. But we plan to do so someday. Or, we may still be figuring it all out.

I really believe it’s all good. Ultimately, we keep learning. We keep seeking. And from that, will come a meaningful life.

Justice to the Essence

I had an idea for another blog but instead, a topic is on my mind following a conversation with a good friend at work today. He was sharing some concerns about his child with me – is there a greater testament of friendship than sharing the most stressful of possible concerns and having this level of trust? I was honored he shared with me and I couldn’t stop thinking about his family.

So tonight’s blog is dedicated to all those parents who are struggling. It could be a physical health concern. It could be a mental health concern. It could be a social anxiety concern. The thing with concerns is there are so many of them. Sometimes, multiple concerns all at once.

I am no expert. For real.

But I have had some experience with parenting curveballs and I’m always happy to share what I’ve learned. Some have said its helpful. So in the spirit of sharing, when struggles come your way, here are my favorite coping techniques:

  1. Head in Sand – I’ve written about this one before. It couldn’t be more elementary. The gist of it? Try super hard not to worry until you know you have something to worry about. Easier said than done, I know. Believe me. But there is something gloriously effective about trying to compartmentalize these worries. Shut that s#@t down. Really try hard not to think about it. You may be waiting for medical test results. Or a long-awaited appointment with a particular specialist (because let me tell you, there are not enough specialists in this world). Or a glimpse that your child will turn out awesome when all is said and done. Here’s the thing. Often we can’t know. Waiting is often required. In these moments, my mantra has been worry wastes time. In the words of my Grandma Fern (and I believe Scarlett O’Hara from Gone with the Wind), “I will worry about it another day.
  2. The Seeker – Sometimes you actually need knowledge. I do believe knowledge is power and once you have a direction to seek – seeking is worthwhile. Read. Learn. Ask questions. Locate experts and make them talk to you. Find people that have walked a similar path. Ultimately you want to know you are doing what you can and the best way to know, is to really know what you’re dealing with and how best to help. And you can take faith that you’re doing everything you can. I say this carefully – I’ve learned you should probably not do everything you can. Here’s why. Particularly if you have multiple kids. If you do everything you can for one kid, you will likely tank the others. Or your marriage. Or the essence of you. Don’t do that. Any of that. Instead, do what you can. In balance with the rest of your life. Seeking knowledge is a great place to start.
  3. The Realist – In times of trouble, I’ve found you really take stock of those who surround you. Some people get it. Some people try to get it. And some people really don’t. For me, I’ve found over the years that I prefer real, authentic friends. Those who share their good days and bad days. Who can talk candidly and appreciate when you are candid in return. It’s a crazy, air-brushed world we live in and when you hit a speed bump, its easy to get consumed with the perceived perfection of the world around you. You see it on Instagram and on Facebook. Not just the perfect lives of celebrities anymore, but the perfect lives of real people in your life. But I believe no one has the perfect life. Some may portray it, but it isn’t real. If this drives you crazy, and it probably will while you struggle with what you’re struggling with, sanitize. Censor. Avoid social media or real media that makes you sad. Find friends that are authentically real with you. And then go have some drinks.
  4. The Balancer – This one took me awhile to embrace. It’s the old adage of “you have to take care of yourself before you can take care of anyone else.” You know, if the plane is going down, put the oxygen mask on yourself first. Eye roll. But it’s true. Whatever brings you balance, positive energy, and clarity – do it. It could be working out, reading a book, seeing friends, or sitting by yourself in an empty field. If so, rock that field. No one can dictate what brings you back to you. But you have to stay true to yourself. You really do. You, your family, your life will thank you for it. Because often when you hit a bump it can be the beginning of a long haul and the most important thing to surviving a long haul is endurance. Make sure you can endure. And not just survive, but thrive. 
  5. The Zen – This one is relatively recent. I’m not much of a Zen kind of person. I’m more of a roll up your sleeves and fix it kind of gal. Until you realize in life there are certain things in life you just cannot fix. For these moments, you find your Zen. I wasn’t really seeking my Zen. But I stumbled upon it as I often do – through a book. Over the last year I followed my professional series of reading with a parenting series of reading. I found it increasingly ironic that I read an entire library about how to be pregnant (turns out – the nine months pretty much just rolls along) and how to raise an infant (and still had three terrible sleepers). But I hadn’t read a whole lot since the toddler years. I no longer needed to know What to Expect When I’m Expecting, but instead, What the Hell Do I Do With a Teenager?  I didn’t find that book, but I did find The Awakened Family: How to Raise Empowered, Resilient, and Conscious Children by Shefali Tsabary (Ph.D, of course). I found this book on the bestseller table at the local bookstore and it seemed like a safe bet. Even Oprah said Tsabary’s ideas “are really a paradigm shift that can change the world.” Sold. The book is really powerful and full of great advice. Here is what I ultimately took away – the most important job of a parent is to ensure their kid knows just three things: am I seen? am I worthy? do I matter? She encourages us to separate our wishes, our desires, and our expectations from parenting and instead, let our kids become who they are supposed to be. Unencumbered from pressure and the constant societal quest for perfection. Of course, we all want our children to reach their potential and find joy, but it should be joy on their terms – not ours. As she describes,

“Only when we can separate our fantasies concerning who our children should be from who they actually are can we do justice to their original essence and craft our parenting to allow for this essence to flourish.”

So great parenting isn’t having a perfect kid, with the perfect activities and social graces. Great parenting is loving the kid you have – all of them – perfections and imperfections. Seeking to do justice for who they are. 

And knowing that whatever you’re doing, it’s all going to be OK.

I’m no expert. But these are a few of my tricks.

 

Cinnamon Toast

I don’t mean to brag.

But I totally will.

If there were a Master Chef competition for cinnamon toast, I would totally win. I am a connoisseur of cinnamon toast. An expert, if you will.

Now this may not seem like a lofty claim to fame, but you haven’t tasted my cinnamon toast.

My love for cinnamon toast started at a young age. As far back as middle school, it was my snack of choice after school each day. And by “snack”, I mean I would eat half a loaf of bread. At a time. I’ve always had a fast metabolism and back then, I would arrive home from school absolutely starved. In hindsight, probably not the healthiest snack, but yum….

My love for cinnamon toast has remained over the years and while I’m not much of a toast eater anymore, it still is good.

My son has inherited my love for cinnamon toast. This same son has had an incredible summer. In the last six weeks, he enjoyed family vacations on Whidbey Island, Missouri and Sunriver, Oregon. He traveled to Portland, Spokane and Las Vegas for basketball tournaments. This boy has been on the go. At times I feel like I’ve only seen him to give him a hug and do his laundry in between basketball commitments.

And he left again this morning for another five day camp. The last of the summer, which is good, because even this go-getter is ready for some down time.

Yesterday, he needed to pack. He is very independent and quite self-sufficient, but still lays out his stuff for me to review to make sure nothing is missing. Typically something is and I earn mom credit by averting disaster (like forgetting a swimsuit).

He also needed to recharge. He was wiped out from his recent Vegas trip and somehow returned with a bad ear infection. So he was resting and playing endless hours of Fortnite. Doctor’s orders?

And then I got the call. I was running an errand and he called me – actually spoke on the phone – and said “Mom, can you make me cinnamon toast?”

Oh my heart! I immediately went home (I was done with my errand anyway) and made him my best cinnamon toast. Heart bursting.

You see, teenage boys don’t need a whole lot. I love that he wanted his favorite comfort food – only from me – when he didn’t feel great. I am so there. 

Because even when they are nearly 14 and 8 inches taller than you, they are still your little guy. And I’ll always make him cinnamon toast.

Re-entry

Oh hi….so about that daily blog idea….

One week later and I return!

Re-entry from vacation is always tough. You leave behind sun, relaxation and your checked-out brain and return. To everything you needed to do before you left and a whole new set of stuff. 

This week was a doozy of a re-entry. Let me count the ways…

  1. Childcare challenges….I spent a lot of the summer interviewing potential new nannies, talking to nanny agencies, and generally trying not to stress out about who will be in charge of my precious kids while I work. I’ve had nannies since I returned to work after my first maternity leave 15 years ago. I’m a relative pro. But it remains one of the most critical decisions I make. My two big kids don’t need a nanny anymore – although they need transportation. And my littlest has unique needs so the decision is even more crucial. In recent memory, we had an amazing nanny with us for more than six years. Amazing. When she decided to do something new in December, I immediately saw a friend’s post on Facebook regarding a great nanny that would be available immediately when she graduated from Gonzaga in the same timeframe. We hired her on the spot, even though we knew she was applying for occupational therapy school and would leave us if she was accepted. We love, love, loved her and were mostly thrilled when she was accepted to a school – in Nebraska. She will be an incredible OT. And she will be special to us always. But then I needed to find another nanny. After lots of searching, the answer ended up being obvious and one of our beloved babysitters will be our nanny. Unfortunately she can’t start fully until September, although next week she’ll work most days. So this week – I returned from a week away with no childcare. And my husband out of town for most of the week. So I was solely on point. Juggle, juggle with other fill-in babysitters and a lot of working from home. Which meant my brain was fried at night.
  2. Remodel drama….oh the big remodel. Can it be done already??? We were supposed to move in on August 20th, and you guessed it! The house won’t be done in time. When my daughter walks through it, she can’t understand why. On HGTV, they’d be done in like three days. Sadly we do not live on HGTV. We had a few hiccups that seem minor (yes, we did want crown molding in the upstairs! which pushed our painting schedule back a week..) but created some delays. It’s a big house, with lots to paint, so hopefully we get back on track this week. I had a few emergencies to fix post-vacation. Some of the bathroom faucets were installed in 80’s brass vs. aged brass (there is a big difference!!) and my beloved powder room vanity, which I designed the entire room around, is on infinite back-order. So I finally pulled the plug and found another option I love (which can be delivered in a week – thank you Restoration Hardware!! – in time for the marble slab to be fabricated and installed). You really need running water in your powder room. So, nothing major. But lots of little things. And I’m so ready to move in. 
  3. Heat. Oh my god. Seattle is not cut out for 95 degrees. My first few days home we had a heat wave and I could set up a sauna as a side business in our rental house. It is so hot. Sweltering hot. Crazy hot. I want to walk around naked hot. But I don’t. The temperature in our house was 87 degrees – at night. It was so hot my beloved Zoe didn’t even sleep with me when my husband was gone (usually she can’t wait to get in our bed). Instead, she laid on the colder hardwood floor, seeking relief. Ugh. This may sound like a first world problem. It totally is. But, wow. So hot. It drains your energy. Makes me cranky. And really makes me excited for our new house, which has air conditioning.
  4. Back pain. Well this was a curveball I wasn’t expecting. Just as I was feeling pretty proud of my 14 mile long run last week-end, I lifted something funny and killed my lower back. Like…ow, ow, ow! I don’t know if there is a pain that makes you feel 30 years older more than back pain. I couldn’t run. I couldn’t sit comfortably. I did not want to be touched. But it’s better now. Thankfully. Thankfully. Just three really uncomfortable days. But those days killed my mileage for the week. Sigh.

So those were the re-entry challenges. Of course, I had work to clean up and projects that needed to focus. I was able to write a few things I’m proud of, get a few important projects back on track, and manage a few critical plans. All good. I had gotten ambitious and scheduled a bunch of back-to-school appointments (pediatricians, orthodontist, eye doctor, etc) for the three different kids and a bit too ambitious trying to balance on my own, with the full time job and no childcare. Such is August.

But the week ended with a reunion with my best friend from college who was on a vacation in Seattle with her extended family. Drinks, long conversations, and a beautiful sunset can recharge the re-entry. I needed two fun nights out and despite feeling a bit foggy today, I’m ready to go for the week.

Re-entry survived.

I’ve found for the re-entry, you just put your head down and plow through. Get done what needs to get done. Know you will eventually dig out. And look for the beauty in the everyday.