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  • Why I refuse to refuse to change.

    Call me a little stubborn.

    I'm not naturally inclined to want things to change; if I could, I'd love everything to stay the same forever. I love the familiar, the comfortable. My innate desire is to cozy in to a routine and live in a little bubble of sameness. 

    Okay, maybe I'm embellishing that a bit. 

    But, seriously. I once had a job where my department head moved my seating assignment over four times within 16 months, and each time I writhed in discomfort. Eventually I caught on to the fact that he was trying to make me more ameable, more flexible, a little more "chameleon." 

    I've been in the full-time work world for over four years, and now at the age of almost-26, I'm beginning to truly embrace "CHANGE." 

    Without change, I would have a limited worldview. 
    Without change, I would have a limited view of my self.
    Without change, I would have a limited view of what's possible. 

    The body naturally changes. Geology naturally changes. Hell, time changes. 

    Change is inescapable. I've embraced change by moving from the midwest to the west coast. I've embraced change from moving from a decades-old established company to a 3-year old startup. I've embraced change by leaving old friends behind for the sake of pursuing newness. I've embraced change by journaling, cognitive behavioral therapy, and yoga classes. I've embraced change by challenging myself to improve my emotional intelligence and by taking Excel courses online. 

    I cannot stay the same. I cannot sit in the same spot. 

    I refuse to stagnate. 

    I choose to embrace change. 

    I will keep moving forward. 

  • feel the moments that make your heart sing.

    Things I was not made for: 

    Wearing high heels to work. 
    Convincing men in suits that I am "committed." 

       

    Things I was made for: 

    Seeing the beauty in small things.
    Encouraging other people to commit themselves to what makes their hearts sing. 

    Tonight I felt alive in my kitchen. 

    Electric skillet cooking. 

    Brussels sprouts. 

    Seasoning.

    Stella.

    Radishes.

    Cooking the radishes.

    Half-dead lilacs, pieces of shells from the beach, passport, great aunt. 

    life. 

  • Observations

    On March 16 I was in a discount department store looking for a specific article of clothing. After browsing endless "Clearance" racks in the women's department and not having found what I was looking for, I ventured to the men's department to see if they had what I was looking for. I noticed that the men's department had but one "Clearance" rack. A miniscule assortment of promotional advertising to the shoppers who were not women. 

    Yesterday I had a "successful" professional female look me in the eyes and tell me in all sincerity that, though she has had opportunities to open a 401k, she was waiting for a husband to "be her 401k." 

    Tonight I sat in a largely female audience at a discussion entitled "Talk Data To Me." The presentation panel was comprised of three men. Three white men spent two hours divulging their expert knowledge to a room dominated by women. 

    [this is where i insert my opinion]
    Please critically observe the world around you.
    Learn how to learn. Question society.