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At some point in our lives we’ll stop counting anniversaries and birthdays. The excruciating days will blend into weeks and morph into months that create distant memories that we tally off into years. Life will continue to evolve and as we pull over to the side of the road and utter, breathlessly, “How did we get here?” a car’s horn will blow or our pocket will buzz with a casual SMS from a distant friend, pulling us away from all memories and back what’s here and what’s now.
For the past is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and all words are cast in clichés and prose.
Four years ago this week, I stayed up way-too-late writing my first ever blog post and hitting publish.
Launching this blog was one of the best decisions I’ve made. It gave me a place to establish my voice and my personal brand, a platform to launch multiple speaking engagements, and been the link to a number of jobs (yes, the kind that comes with money).
It has also given me many late night sessions, freaking out about how to explain what the chaos I do here. It has given me endless amounts of jealousy towards all of the fashion and food bloggers in the world who can synthesize exactly what they write about in once smooth, succinct sentence. A luxury that I do not have, should not have here, and yet always want. (Sigh.)
This blog has given me friendships and access to some of the most inspiring people that I know. It has given me a place to tell the stories that I was born to tell and an outlet to let my creativity travel in a direction that I never knew was possible.
And it gave me the opportunity to come out as the person that I’ve been my entire life.
And where will it take me and where will I take it? Only the next chapter will tell.
Happy fourth birthday, lamiki! Thank you for joining me for the ride.
I woke up at 7am today, forgetting that it was a holiday and thinking I was late to work. I wasn’t. Instead, I rolled out from under the cuddling-grasps of my sleeping husband, snuck (unsuccessfully) out of the bedroom and into my closet where I tossed on workout clothes.
Outside it was sunny and I had to scrape the ice off my windows. I hate scraping the ice off my windows, especially on a non-work day.
It’s Thanksgiving and I was meeting my team at the gym for the 6th annual CrossFit Cornucopia workout. This workout is brutal–t’s a total 8 movements at 200 reps each, split reps with your team of four, and it lasts for just over an hour.*
I have been going to CrossFit for as long as President Obama has been in office. Election night 2008 was one of my first one-on-one sessions. Over the years I have been at the top of my fitness game and super sporadic. Right now, CrossFit and I have a lukewarm relationship. It’s not that it doesn’t love me, it’s that I don’t love it. It’s a symptom of a 2-hour commute, long hours, and, to be frank, just being tired. I’ve gained weight (but every pancake has been worth it) and my shoulder is still not strong. And now my lower back and hip are freaking out. I’m too young for my body to revolt on me.
I may disappear from the gym for a few weeks, but I always come back.
Two weeks ago I got a text from one of my ‘6am Faithfuls,’ asking if I’d join their team for our gym’s annual Thanksgiving workout. The idea of doing the workout never crossed my mind. And it doesn’t matter how old you get, getting ‘chosen’ to be on a team always feels good.
My team this year was evenly matched in strength and ability. We each carried the team our respective movements and rested on the ones we weren’t.
Then we hit the burpees, movement 5 out of 8 and rep 800-1000, and each of us subbed in after 2 or 3 burpees each. Not even half-way through, say burpee #60, I hit the wall. I wanted to die. My body felt heavy as hell — I dropped fast and it took all-the-strength-in-the-world to push my body off the floor.
My lowerback was tweaking out each time I pushed up. I laid at the bottom of the burpee, chest pressed against the floor wondering, when did I get so heavy? and how could these extra 10 pounds feel like 50? I wanted to cry and never get up, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. This wasn’t just my workout.
I jumped up, clapped my hands above my head, and dropped back down to the ground, pushing myself up to a jump, completing another burpee.
That’s when Sara tapped in and I rested for 9 more burpees.
Strength being part of a community, part of a team. Strength is showing up. And if it wasn’t for these three ladies, I would have stayed on the floor.
Thank you for sharing your strength with me, Sara, Meredyth, and Linda.
* The CrossFit Cornucopia Workout
- 200 Dumbell/Kettlebell Snatches 35/25
- 200 Deadlifts 85/65
- 200 Wallball Shots 20/14
- 200 Medball Cleans 20/14
- 200 Burpees
- 200 Pull-ups
- 200 Thrusters 45/35
- 200 calories on the rower
Teams of 4 for time
Break up reps as needed
Top Photo by Greg Westfall
Six years ago today, I walked down the aisle wearing something old-new-borrowed-and-blue and walked up the aisle with holding my husband’s hand. We married young, and when we’re in a room full of nearly weds, at twenty-seven and thirty years old, we are the old married couple.
This morning at breakfast after giggling each other awake, Johnny and I filtered through the past six years (and nine total together): celebrating the highs, acknowledging the lows, thinking about the things we learned along the way, and plotting where we will go in the future.
Six lessons we learned and prioritized over the last six years…
1) Grow together. When Johnny and I wed at 21 and 24, we vowed to keep growing together. We knew we were entering a decade that would define who we are as adults and the only way through our twenties would be to grow our way through them. And the promise we made was to make sure we grew through it together.
You are a different person today than you will be tomorrow. And the only way you’ll survive being together forever is growing together. (more…)
Editor’s Note: I realize it’s the last week of January and it’s a tad tacky to post my “year in review” blog post. But do you know what’s even tackier than that? Publishing a year-in-review blog post in February. 😉
Days before the clock struck midnight and we rang in a New Year, I sat on Skype having a conversation with a dear friend about anything and everything that happened in the year that the world did not end. In the middle of the call, my husband dropped in and showed off the framed piece of artwork he illustrated for our nephew. This piece he drew, brushed, and water colored in his studio on a desk that he didn’t imagine owning a year ago. But over the past year, it has been the location where his best work has come to life.
Back on the call, my friend described the successes and detours his business had throughout the past year; a business that was a glimmer of an idea less than two years before. Then I connected the dots that lead me to the day job that I’m so fortunate to have landed, happy to be at, and invested in today.
At the end of my story said the something that I’ve been repeating over and over to myself as I entered the New Year: How did we get here?
Every year when holidays settle down and the clock runs out, I try to reflect on how I started the previous year and how it ultimately ended. It’s at this point when I see the things that were such a struggle, the moments that were absolutely wretched, and the moments when everything happened for a reason and the stress was totally worth it.
2012 was—without a doubt—a crazy year. As I look back on my 2011 year in review, I had no idea how completely different life would be a year later due to things that were beyond my control. I knew the year would take it’s own shape, so I said “no” to resolutions and framed the year around goals, mantras, and priorities. But as the note cards lost their adhesion, goals literally fell off the wall, and life marched on. But unlike last year that ended with me feeling disappointed that things didn’t go as planned, this year I’m okay with that 2012 had a different ending than how it began. (more…)
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