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Frozen fragments
We are the swiping generation. We put people in boxes but we just call them phones now. We ask for data points rather than stories. We ask for facts rather than feelings. We demand people define themselves over and over and over when we all know 140 characters can’t fit even a fragment of ourselves. Good thing there’s no limit to the amount of tweets we can send out into the world. We are high on dopamine spikes from likes, comments, views. We consume all day the highlight reels of life after life to the point that we feel an…
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Somehow
It’s officially been a year since I moved to San Diego. I moved here with a backpack worth of stuff, a vague idea of why I was doing what I was doing, and barely any energy to think too much about any of it. I was at my end and I had decided this place would be my new beginning. I landed in San Diego after spending a month house sitting in Denver. The end of my time in Denver was also the end of any concrete plans I had in mind. I had no where else to go. No…
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Beautiful things & happy moments
I love this image, the idea, the quote – all of it. As a contact wearer since the 4th grade, it resonated deeply since I first saw it years ago and has made me pause to this day each time I have to replace my contacts. It’s almost like I have a moment of silent happiness as I throw them away thinking of all they have seen. Watching the sunset at the Grand Canyon with my mom. Laughing and dancing with friends (old and new) as the lights flashed and music blared at a bar in Paris at 3am. Watching as…
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Precious correspondence
In 2003, I was featured in a newsletter for an organization called El Hogar. I barely remember it. I do vividly remember someone coming to talk to the church about El Hogar and being captured by the stories. I like to act especially in times when it’s obvious help is needed. It seems I had this trait at an early age: For a moment, let’s put aside the fact that I was that kid that was somewhat used by the church for propaganda of sorts aka “If this little 4th grader can do it, what’s stopping you?”. The only reason I’m sharing…
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A broom
“Once in a while it really hits people that they don’t have to experience the world in the way they have been told to.” -Alan Keightley I spoke with someone about minimalism a couple of months ago. We were so on the same page about how much of a hassle too much stuff is, how little you really need, etc. We walked back to their place and upon entering they exclaimed, “Yup! This is all the stuff I have!”. I looked around floored at just how much they had confused at how they interpreted this as minimalism. I had to…
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Craving silence
I jumped on a call the other day for work. I didn’t want to speak. I struggled to muster words. I was craving silence. I didn’t realize until recently how much of my life is filled with noise. Music in the car. Music at the coffee shop. Music at the gym. Music while I work. Podcasts blaring as my eyes drift to sleep. I practically survive on this adrenaline inducing noise – this constant heartbeat for my life. Notifications, texts, emails, pings. It never stops. It’s unrelenting. It feels like an avalanche that keeps burying me deeper and deeper as I…
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Surrogacy & Handmaid’s Tale
I read Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood in high school. At the time, I don’t remember it affecting me too much. I remembered the Latin phrase “don’t let the bastards grind you down” more than I remembered the full plot line likely due to being in Latin class at the time. Watching the book play out on Hulu has been strange – it’s affecting me more than I thought it would. Most folks probably expect this to be due to the election, the critique on gender equality, the LGBTQ issues, the violence, etc. but it actually has to do with…
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Hit of clarity
There’s turbulence on the plane and I love the fear it sends through me. I love the clarity it gives on my life. Growing up in the times of 9/11 has made the act of stepping on a plane an act of facing one’s mortality even when we’re all more likely to die from a car accident. Statistics don’t calm my emotions at the end of the day (especially after you’ve experienced enough of the bell curve’s extremes). I was on a hike in Denver last summer with a friend when we stumbled upon a rattlesnake sunbathing on the trail. Throwing some…
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I opened the blinds today
Of note, started writing this the day I got back yet finished it later. I opened the blinds today to let light pour into my apartment in San Diego. I just got back from Paris last night and my body currently thinks it’s 9:30PM. I’m not sure if it was the inordinate amount of wine and bread, the fact that I didn’t work for two weeks straight, the incredible art I was able to witness in Paris, or the healing power of being around people who know and love you for you but… my heart is so full. Writing that feels like…
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Snooze-less existence
It’s 7AM and I’m at my favorite coffee shop in San Diego. I woke up at 6:15AM and hit snooze once (likely because I fell asleep at 2AM). 10 min later and I was up. The last two months I’ve been hitting snooze. I’ll have a call at 8am and set my alarm for 7am only to snooze it repeatedly until 7:55am. I chalked it up to falling asleep too late the night before (which is also a problem) or my weird waking up at 5am habit. As I moved away from the 5am habit, the snooze habit stuck. I…
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Connie Guion
Photo of Connie Guion, 1961, published in “The Amazing Doctor Guion,” LOOK, Sept. 12, 1961. (Charlotte Brooks/Courtesy of the Davis Museum at Wellesley College, Gift of Katherine Hall Page) Growing up, I heard stories about Aunt Connie Guion from my mom. I could sense the admiration and pride she had in being related to her at such an early age that I actually did a 6th grade presentation on Connie. I remember how much fun it was finding pictures and peppering my mom with questions about this truly badass woman in our family. Here’s a part of her very brief Wikipedia…
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An ode to 23
“I don’t know what to expect out of this year. Ideally, I’d love to pick a place to stay more long term to live. I could also see myself loving the nomad life for another year. Who knows! I don’t and I’m not worried about figuring it out. More than anything, I want to keep accepting challenges and to continue to seek out pure fun. I want to become more “grey”. I want to learn that I can be a good person and still refuse to let myself be mistreated or taken advantage of. I want to leave myself open to impromptu…
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A beautiful San Diego Day in the Life
I work at Automattic, the parent company of WordPress.com and all that jazz, as a Happiness Engineer and a team lead. My team is in charge of creating happiness for a wide variety of users from Jetpack to Sensei. I’ve written before about what my days at Automattic have looked like but haven’t since “settling” down a bit more recently in San Diego. 7AM – snooze alarm for 20 minutes I still go to bed too late these days so a 7AM wake up call is something I’m trying to slowly adjust my body to in hopes I’ll pass out one…
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Go where you are rare
“Go where you are rare” – Megan Smith I just got back to my place yesterday from Lesbians Who Tech in San Francisco. It was exhausting just as much as it was inspiring. This line from the third ever CTO of America stood out amongst everything else I heard. She said it in the context of what she wants to do next and why she’s not returning to the Bay Area. I think about this a lot from the diversity angle. Sometimes you are the diversity and sometimes you are surrounded by “your people”. Sometimes you have to be the dissenting…
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Who doesn’t know any better
“Treat your mind the way you would a young child who doesn’t know any better. Be gentle but firm. Meditation means bringing your mind back when you notice it has wandered; it’s not about keeping your mind from wandering in the first place.” – Mark Epstein, The Trauma of Everyday Life I’ve been reading the book quoted above recently as part of a new long distance book club I created and I came upon some fantastic realizations today. I could hardly stop reading. In one chapter, he talks about how he went on a silent meditation retreat only to find himself jolting…
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Caffeinated meditation
Deep breath – WHEW FEEL THAT ENERGY. Focus on the breathe….. Man, lunch was good. Is that a feeling or a thought. That’s a feeling. Erm. That’s a thought. How do you tell the difference? Okay okay. Calm the mind. Calm your shaking hand. Calm…. GO DO ALL THE THINGS. No no. Be here now. Deeeep breath. Focus on the – wow I’m feeling this caffeine. Is that a thought or a feeling? Let’s just go with it being both. Damn it. Focus… takes deep breath. Everything feels so clear already though! Caffeine is clarity. Clarity is caffeine. Boom – zen master…
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Blending
I was reading over old blog posts recently on my private blog when I found multiple mentions of not recognizing my life. As I try to write to explain how I’m feeling, I’m reminded of this quick passage I wrote in college i read for the last section of my philosophy class about whether language determines thought or thought determines language. and in one section, the writer stated something about having a moment where you write something and erase it because it doesnt match what you are trying to convey. that moment where you cant find the words. he used…
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Thoughts on what to wear to therapy
Hmm. I don’t want to look too put together so she thinks I actually have my shit together and runs me out of therapy. “You’re good, girl! Go out into the world!” Must avoid. Hmm. I can’t look too disheveled though – that might be concerning. She may question the last time I did laundry or showered or left the house or interacted with other humans. Damn it. “Um – maybe we should switch focus today to talk about normal things humans do…” Must avoid. I only own two pairs of pants and one pair needs to be washed so that…
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what happens after vegas
This past week, I headed to Las Vegas for a meetup with the happiness leads working at Automattic. Since we are a distributed company the time in person is really valuable and provides a new way of communicating with one another. I am living in San Diego right now so I decided it would be way more fun to make a road trip out of it rather than fly the short distance. A fellow lead and friend, Ryan, lives in LA so I didn’t have to make the trek alone which was a nice change of pace after mostly traveling solo these last…
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Stepping up your mom game
One of my favorite coffee shops happens to be in a neighborhood with very little parking. In an effort to find a silver lining, I use the time it takes to walk from my car to the coffee shop to quickly call the few people I can bear to talk on the phone with. Quick caveat: I hate talking on the phone. I will only do it in emergencies or with people who I have known for YEARS. Seriously – YEARS. Today, I decided to call my mom. We don’t talk everyday by any means – at most we talk once a…
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Embrace the delay
On Friday, I left abruptly to head to Arizona. I drove through terrible weather – buckets of rain, heavy winds that shake your car, fog that makes it hard to see. It was fantastic though. As I was driving, I was delighted to realize I was going to be able to catch the sunset on the road. As I turned a corner weaving through some mountainous areas, the weather broke and I found myself anticipating beautiful views ahead. I could barely stand it. Upon catching a mere glimpse of this view, I pulled over immediately without thinking and threw my car…
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Gender & Google
Inspired by this article “Does Google Think You’re the Wrong Gender?”, I’m running a test and changing my gender in Google’s settings to “agender”. I don’t strongly identify with either gender and, after hearing a coworker mention the term I ran with it for this fun little test. I’m curious what ads I’m shown when they don’t have a gender marker to base their strategy on. Plus, I’m hoping my spotify account is somehow connected up to this more directly so I can stop getting ads about condoms 😉 As much fun as that is, condom usage is not a current or…
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Kind words written by a stranger
I’m a prolific writer in many ways. I write all day for my job. In small moments, I’ll scribble notes in my phone. I have nearly 300 of these notes on my phone currently. I was scrolling through last week trying to find a specific day to piece something together when I found this entry below. It’s edited to remove names and some specifics to my life. I share it mainly because I feel like it might help someone else. I’ve turned to it twice since I found it slowly re-reading it. It feels like it’s written by a stranger…
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Sleeeeep (or the lack of it)
For the last year or so, my body has gotten into this strange habit of waking itself up for no damn reason at around 4am-5am in the morning. In an attempt to track this and see if there’s any reason/cause/whatever, I’ve started trying to remember to take screenshots of my phone this week when I wake up. It’s pretty simple – I wake up, roll over, find my phone in the blankets, and do a screengrab of the home screen to snag the time (ignore the random notifications): From this week, we’ve got 5:05AM, 5:43AM, 5:03AM, and 4:02AM. I…
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Minimalist Home Fund
As of today, I’ve officially decided to start a minimalist home fund. No sooner than being 15 minutes into the documentary on minimalism, I could barely contain myself from looking up shipping container homes, designers for tiny homes, lessons learned, etc. I have no doubt I want to live this way for the rest of my life. To live in a simple, refined, and purposeful place seriously makes me so excited mainly because my mind immediately goes to alllll of the other awesome things I can do with the saved money, time, space, etc. I still haven’t bought a bed…
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End of year vignettes
During my month in Colorado, one of my dearest friends and I tackled the Manitou Incline together. When we reached the top, we decided to keep going and half rock climbed our way up a rock face to get a better view. Per usual, I was hesitant but Steven took something that felt out of reach and made it accessible (and made me feel safe). The picture below is from us at the top of that rock face. In a spur of carefree youth, we decided to barrel down the mountain trail running our way down laughing and joking as…
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2016: Let my shadows prove the sunshine
Oh, 2016. I set out to write this post as many others have done before – it was a really hard year personally speaking. This time last year I was newly single, driving up to ATL to spend NYE with friends, and completely lost. I had nothing that was tying me to my day to day life at all. All I knew was that my heart hurt more than I knew what to do with and my brain wasn’t helping anything. Here’s a very small excerpt from my mental state this time last year from a post on my private blog (12/29/15): I…
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Stay
It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out. I want to repeat one word for you: Leave. Roll the word around on your tongue for a bit. It is a beautiful word, isn’t it? So strong and forceful, the way you have always wanted to be. And you will not be alone. You have never been alone. Don’t worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed.” ― Donald Miller It might be time for to stay. It might be time to change,…
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Witnesses
We are dangerously close to repeating the past. Walk through a museum and you’ll be reminded of this. We must first be witnesses. We must first learn to know better. Then we must act. Go to a museum and witness the past and present through the few lenses willing enough to offer it to us. Read a book that unravels a part of the world you might not otherwise discover. Wander the halls of a library and take in the enormity of what you do not know. Listen. Oh listen. There’s so much to learn before we even think to…
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What to wear to therapy
I very rarely think about what I’m wearing but, for some reason, going to therapy sets off mental alarm bells like I’m going to the principal’s office or headed to an important meeting. “I should probably look presentable while I word vomit about all the rushing thoughts in my brain.” “Hmm I can’t just wear pajamas. That might be a bit too worrisome.” “I feel a good cry in me – probably should change shirts.” I realized today that the key to what to wear lies in this question: Do you plan to cry today? If you do, make sure to avoid…
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