solar powered

I am fairly certain that I am solar powered. I spent the entire Memorial Day Weekend outdoors doing active things and I feel extremely rested. This seems to happen every summer.

The only conclusion that I can come up with is that I am kindred with Superman and that Earth's yellow sun give me super energy in the summer.

be present

I wrote about this concept on my style blog, but I kinda felt like I had more to say on it. 'Be Present' can me:

• be present and accounted for
• be present in the moment and enjoy your life
• be present, don't live in the past
• be present, don't wait for the future
• be present in your mind and body

I just love that. More people have asked me today what my necklace means and I just love telling them. I can see the message get through to them, as it does to me. It's a great saying.

I am working on being present. I need to be reminded quite often to stay calm and just enjoy things as they happen.

348 days until I am 30, and I plan to be present through all of them!

who is this girl?

Everyone said I was making a big deal out of nothing when it came to turning 29. I was told "it's just one more day" and "it's really no big deal." But 29 is already so different from before 29.

Before turning 29:

• my room was a mess
• my car was a mess
• my training was inconsistent
• I was afraid to share my feelings

29 year old me has always:

• had a clean room
• had a clean car
• had a consistent training record
• been able to share exactly what she is feeling with the people that she is close with

Maybe 29 isn't so bad :)

advice

Ron lives in my neighborhood that makes sure that people are parking correctly and that their tags and inspections are current on their cars. If you're in violation of one of our cluster parking rules, he leaves a post-it on your window. For that reason, a lot of people don't like him.

But those people are wrong, they don't know the real Ron.

I always stop to say hello and chat with Ron. He is knowledgeable and has a lot of great stories and insights on things. And I know the little bit of time I take out of my day to speak with him really brightens his.

Today we were chatting and he brought up love and companionship. He offered me some thoughts on the subject and I found myself really valuing his insight. Then he let me know that his wife, Polly, had just passed. She had been ill with Parkinson's since the mid 80's and Ron had been her care giver. He would walk with her when she was able, and then push her in a wheelchair until she had been bed bound in 2007. On April 11th she refused to take her medication and told Ron that she wanted to die, on April 19th she ate her last food, and then passed on April 25th.

Ron said that even though she had been gone for quite some time (the Parkinson's coupled with dementia) , he didn't realize her actual death would effect him so much. This made tears well up in both our eyes, but we also both smiled. I said that it meant that he had a good heart.

I think I will always remember the advice that Ron gave me today, even though I am going to be a bit stingy for now and not share it.

how to pick your friends

The last four digits of my phone number are the same as my best friend's birthday. That's pretty cool, right? It certainly makes it easy when I have to come up with a 4 digit code for things, since you're not supposed to use your own birthday, like the combination to my new bike lock.

Why do I need a bike lock? The answer to that is simple: because I got a new car. Seriously.

My new car is awesome, but it costs a small fortune to fill up. 



Since I am the chair of the Reston Pit Stop for Bike to Work Day, I figured now was as good a time as any to start biking to work. Which brings me back to why I needed a lock, and why I picked a best friend who's birthday is the same as the last four digits to my phone number. I highly suggest picking your friends this way. It worked out for us!



Okay, so maybe we were besties before I got the phone number, but the title "how to pick your phone number" didn't have the same ring to it. And it was just a coincidence.

I'm not so sure...

I asked my friend if it was weird that I started a third (well more like seventh, but I digress) blog just as an account of my 29th year. His reply kinda of shocked me. He said that he didn't think it was enough of a topic to sustain a blog and asked what it's purpose was. I said that it was going to be a funny account of my life, aside from the daily drivel (ie twitter and tumblr) and what I'm wearing. Then he made a joke about me not being funny.

I did not laugh.

Maybe I'm not funny.

But it still isn't stopping me from having a blog (or three).

365 to 30

I survived doomsday, so maybe it wasn't doomsday after all. Maybe that happens when you turn 30. 365 days until that happens. I would write a birthday recap, but I'm still processing.

I will leave you with this instead:

My 5 year old nephew is working on rhyming. He said to my sister "you know what rhymes? Mommy and Zombie." 
My sister replied "well, not really. But what would you do if Mommy was a Zombie?" 
My nephew answered "beat you up, because you're not my mommy anymore if you're a zombie."