Wednesday, January 30, 2013

In My Life

The life of a 28 year old mom and wife, living in the suburbs, isn't very exciting. Often I have to cash in on my memory bank from the "younger years" to keep me from chronic boredom. So, I've put together a list of highlights from my more exciting years. I have:
    • Almost died and lived to tell about it.
    • Ate Chinese in Chinatown, Brazilian in Little Brazil, Korean in Koreatown, and Italian in Little Italy.
    • Ate Red Beans and Dirty Rice in the French Quarter of New Orleans.
    • Been beaten with branches inside a clay oven pawned off as a "spa" in Mexico.
    • Broke a few laws.
    • Danced, and danced, and danced.
    • Drank Absinthe and ate pastries from a quaint bakery in Paris.
    • Drank Bailey's in Ireland (not a fan of Guinness). 
    • Drove from Oklahoma to Miami and Philadelphia to Atlanta.
    • Drove on the wrong (left) side of the road, on the winding paths around cliffs in Jamaica.
    • Experienced the birth of the brightest little light in the universe, my daughter Samarah.
    • Fallen asleep on the NYC Subway and woken up at JFK Airport....twice.
    • Followed a neighborhood dogs as he played on the cliffs of the Irish fishing village Howth.
    • Gone to a club by myself and made friends with complete strangers.
    • Gone to gay clubs in DC and danced with some of the cutest boys I've ever seen.
    • Gotten completely paranoid and spent $50 on a cab back to my hotel in Amsterdam.
    • Gotten pushed down the stairs by a bouncer in Florence.
    • Had a crazy Australian stalker follow me around Berlin.
    • Had a guy try to step on my foot as a way to pick me up in a London club.
    • Had an 80 year old Mexican cab driver propose to me.
    • Had an altercation with a gondolier over the price of a boat ride in Venice.
    • Had men in Italy give me cat calls.
    • Laid on white beaches.
    • Lived in a hipster neighborhood before it was hip.
    • Lived in another country (England and Jamaica).
    • Loved, and lost, many.
    • Managed to get a Master's degree without buying books for my classes.
    • Met a US State Senator.
    • Overdosed on pot brownies in Jamaica and totally freaked out
    • Protested war and discrimination.
    • Salsa danced in Miami while drinking an $18 drink.
    • Seen my car tire roll down the street outside of my college after driving home in a car where frost was collecting on the inside of the windshield and a persistent buzzing would not die.
    • Seen some of the most amazing bands perform (Smashing Pumpkins, Garbage, Queens of the Stoneage etc.)
    • Seen the Royal Jewels.
    • Seen the Sistine Chapel, Rocky Mountains, David, Tower of London, Eiffel Tower, Colosseum, Sagrada Familia, Vatican, Empire State Building, Berlin Wall, Versailles, United Nations, and more I can't remember.
    • Seen the words "Arbeit Mach Frei" up close and personal at a concentration camp outside of Berlin.
    • Seen wild horses run on the beach.
    • Shared so many laughs with people who I can honestly say I know their soul.
    • Slept in a castle in Wales.
    • Spotted Denis Leary, Jody Foster, Parker Posey, Jimmy Fallon, Tim Robbins, Jude Law, and Adrienne Grenier in NYC.
    • Swam with dolphins and rode a horse on the beach in Jamaica.
    • Taken a Greyhound across country.
    • Toured Bob Marley's grave site with a Rastafarian who went to elementary school with him.
    • Tried to kiss the lead singer of Blink 182. 
    • Visited some of the greatest museums in the world (Louvre, England's National Gallery, etc.) and have been inches away from the works of DaVinci, Rembrandt, Van Gogh, Dali, and many more.
    • Went to a party with a neighborhood drug dealer to guarantee my safety in Bushwick, Brooklyn.
    • Went zip-lining.
    • Woken up somewhere and not known how I got there...far more than once.
    • Written two theses.
And that's just the first 28 years...

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

These Are The Things That Define Me - A Revelation

I don't know what I'm about to write about, but I've been told I need to. See I'm trying to find myself again and reconcile that with being a mother and professional. The true me would watch Skins all day, then go out and mimic their mischief. So I wish people would stop asking me what I "want" to do. Obviously I do not want to be a little worker bee who does flash cards with her toddler and has a spotless house. But this is obviously what society wants of me, and to some extent these things are necessary to have the other things you want. For example, if I don't go to work, how will I afford to go to backpacking through South America? It feels like such an irreconcilable paradox. Can I be the professional mother who hits the bars at happy hour and foregoes PTA for a Skrillex show?

So I turned to the thing I do best...I made a list. Without any judgement or editing (hence the alphabetical order to avoid prioritization), I listed things I actually like, and trust me, it wasn't easy.

Being Outdoors

Coloring
Comedy
Cooking
Crafts
Cultural Experiences
Dancing
Dining Out
Fashion
Helping Others
Intelligent Conversation
Learning
Making Jewelry
Music
Politics
Samarah
Sleeping
Socializing
Throwing Parties
Travel
Watching TV Series
Writing
Yoga


In making this list I realized that I have been doing a lot of these things. But I'm never really present when I do them. I don't stop and observe how these things make me feel. Perhaps that was why it was so easy to forget what they were...I had no feelings associated with them. So now its time to take charge of these interests and realize that they aren't just filler in the spaces between being a mother, professional, friend, etc. No. These are the things that define me.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

What do I stand for?

Watching the Fuse Top 10 countdown tonight I was asked a vital question by the band Fun. "What do I stand for?" Indeed. I decided this would be a fitting first post for a new blog on my journey to free myself from this existential depression and try to see some good in this world I must inhabit.

Now I'm not saying its ALL bad. My existential depression stems from the fact that the bad is infinitely worse than the good could ever be positive. So I can name something good about this world...how about charity. But flip that around and you have greed, which will always overshadow charity.

But, back to the subject at hand...what do I stand for? Here is a list so you can get to know me a bit.

I stand for...

Justice
Loyalty
Compassion
Gratitude
Authenticity
Charity
Individuality
Freedom
Perseverance

Of course, this is the short list. Until next time...