Archive | January, 2012

Found My Heart In San Francisco

18 Jan

Dear Tonight,

You were perfect. Here’s why:

Went to The Commonwealth Club which is across the street from my office to hear my boyfriend Dylan Ratigan speak. I was well supported by smart and fun colleague.

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Ran into tech and SF fashion blogger extraordinaire, Kristin Philipkoski who I met last summer at a Go Fug Yourself event! We chatted, I admitted my crush on DR and fingers crossed she passes on my sentiments to him post book signing. They’re friends you see…

Set off for the ferry, snapped Niner Red and Gold pics on the way, got wine from Jeff at The Wine Merchant and settled in on the 8:10. Wrote this entire post on my iPhone with WordPress mobile app, uploading pics and all.  I am such an SF girl.

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Banishing Oxymorons Burns Calories

17 Jan

Not running regularly has had a detrimental affect on my writing, mainly in that I am out of sync with the schedule that afforded me the consistency of thoughts turning to words turning to sentences.  The words are all still there, but in a nasty knot much like a pile of colored climbing rope a neighbor would pay us kids to spend time untangling while we sat outside on long summer evenings.  I start to follow a a promising lead, and unravel a few snarls, then run smack into the giant clump of intertwined mess.  My words are being choked by those snags.

However, I have had a recurring thought that I need to get out, even if not my best description, about two phrases I am banishing from my vocabulary.  Banishment is serious business, as the lovelorn Juliet knows.  Follow along:

It will be too soon if I ever hear someone say TO me again, “I’m just going to be brutally honest…”  This was a favorite phrase of my ex-husband, who by all accounts was and is a bully and used the guise of honesty as a cover for merely being brutal.  Consider how many times someone has said this very phrase to you and then, without missing a beat proceeded to hurt your feelings with an opinion they have about how you are acting or reacting to something that is causing you pain, frustration or worry.  Go ahead.  Think about it.  I guarantee that 99.9% of the time, it hurt you more to be brutalized by a lack of compassion than to hear the editorial about your feelings from a person who thinks they know what is best for you.  People who use the phrase “brutally honest” will hide behind their “good intentions” when in all likelihood they have not even examined the full scope of what being intentional actually means.  Honesty is not truth.  The truth simply exists and honesty is the courage to perceive truth without bias.  No brutality is ever needed.

The next one I have decided to do away with is slightly more controversial since it is so embedded in our culture, and for me has probably been assigned a bullet point when describing my big personality.  Here goes:

Tough love.  I am breaking up with tough love.   Similar to its cousin “brutal honesty” it connotes pain and confusion.  From its oxymoronical phrasing to its overuse in popular culture by the likes of Dr. “How’s That Working For Ya”  Phil, it simply must be banished from my lexicon.  ”Tough love” has become a cover for sass and uninvited judgment.  It’s often followed with the meaningless and condescending, “I’m just saying…”  Having an opinion, and a strong one at that, is very different from “tough love” so I hope this doesn’t cause too much confusion for my family and friends who do value my intense perspectives.

I don’t need to love to be tough.  I don’t need someone using the cover of love to deliver their opinion of my pain.  How about people attempt to be courageous enough to sit in the aura of their loved one’s struggle?  If someone is repeating a destructive pattern that has them unable to move forward and is causing you frustration, try being compassionate instead of “tough.”  Believe me, the stuck person is being hard enough on themselves.  Let me also apologize to anyone I have ever practiced this ill-advised strategy upon.  I know for sure I have blurted things out about how someone “should” or “could” fix their situations.  I have been working hard the last few years to be compassionate first and a problem-solving supporter later.

Whew… that felt good.  Almost as good as a five-mile run.  Back to the foam roller to fix this knee.

Tender

11 Jan

A friend summed up the new year’s arrival for me with this admonishment, “Ok, 2012.  It’s only Day 6. Simmer down a little.”

I’ll go into how I am trying to cool my start to 2012 later, but here is what I am using as the basis for my emotional resolutions this year.

Life-Giving Lemons

2 Jan

Ahhhh a New Year.  I am an ardent fan of the calendar’s move from Decembers to Januarys, even if people much smarter than I am would start discussing relativity or some such astrophysics to explain time and space.  For me, the New Year is not only a symbol of change, but a tangible shift in perception, from old to new, from tired to refreshed, from stuck to motivated.  Although I am not a believer in the making of resolutions if only to be discussed around the water cooler, I am very inspired by reflection, acknowledgement and adjusting my patterns to reach new goals.  The good news about all the resolution chatter is that it’s on everyone’s minds at the same time and that is an excellent place to be to take advantage of the collective great energy.

I have also decided that I need a few more days to get my reflections done and my 2012 action plan into place.  Slowing down to MY pace instead of trying to match the hyperspeed of the 24-hour news cycle is my first order of business.  I want my attention to be focused on the important details, not the din of everyone talking at once.  One of my favorite documentaries of 2011 was “Bill Cunningham New York” which follows New York Times photographer Bill Cunningham over a year’s time as he pedals his Schwinn all over New York City snapping photos (on film no less!) of Gotham’s citizens and socialites and what they wear as they go about their days and nights.  No other movie brought me as much joy as this one, even in the distinct irony that Bill is an ascetic who could not be more delighted by people and what they wear.  The moment that stuck with me the most and will forever is when he says, “He who seeks beauty will find it.”  He focuses on the details.

Here is a slice of beauty in my wild tangle of a yard right now, the Meyer lemon tree.  These lemons are so fragrant and delicious I am ruined for other lemons for the rest of time.  People who used to live here actually stop by to pick lemons from the tree and other former residents won a lemonade contest with these gems.  I snapped this on New Year’s Day morning: life giving me some luscious lemons.  I accept.

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