Wednesday, June 23, 2010

What will it matter when I’m 80?

This is my new philosophy for how to make decisions and how to feel about things. Over the past week, I have begun to ask myself, "What will it matter on my 80th birthday?" I think this can be a pretty powerful question. It has a way of immediately defining what is important in life. It also seems to work with every situation or thought: friends, trips, bosses, weight, etc. This new thought has had a lot of impact on me.
I’ve had a situation at work this week that has been very difficult. It has stripped me of the joy I typically feel at work and I have been struggling this week to let it go and find my joy again. I am out of time to take off at work and I have a family trip to Texas planned in a couple weeks for my Nana's 80th birthday (which also would have been my Grandma's 80th birthday). Until today, I was sort of in a pickle about if I should risk my boss' opinion of me and go to Texas. For days I decided I wouldn't go and that my career is too important, especially what my bosses think. However, for the last couple of days, I began considering this trip as my 80 year old self, which has helped me realize that when I am 80, going to Texas to celebrate with my family will mean much more to me than my bosses’ opinion of me for two weeks in June of 2010.
Thinking in terms of being 80 reminds me of what is important, what my mission in life is (per say), which is to put relationships over duties, family over acquaintances, and eternal priorities over the “here and now” priorities. If I really believe that family and spending time with family is more important than work (which I do), then to live by what I believe means that I need to go to Texas.
So, today I spoke with my supervisor (again) about the trip and have been approved to go (thank goodness). I prayed about it so much, and am so grateful that my bosses okayed it.
This decision really made me think this week and reminded me that we should all live the lives we say we want to lead. There is no time like the present to start living intentionally.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Fair and Family

Oh goodness it has been a crazy and busy and stressful couple of weeks! There are many things going on and a few big decisions to be made. This weekend was so wonderful. It was exactly what I needed. I went home and got to see my parents and my dog and my sister, who I have missed since she moved out for the summer. I haven’t been home in about three weeks, so it was great to be there. My aunt and uncle and one of my cousins came to visit on Saturday. It was great to see them! My cousin and sister and I went to the beach. It was my first time there for the year and we laid out and I got super sunburned. It still hurts! It was so relaxing to lay on the beach, see the gorgeous water, and smell the ocean. The ocean always forces me to take a deep breath and to pause and thank God for His amazing creation, provision, and love. I need to ponder the Lord more often and take a deep breath in Him and His strength. After the beach, the whole family (including my sister’s boyfriend) went to Mexican food and shared laughter and margaritas.
On Sunday, my parents and sister and I went to the San Diego county fair (which will always be known to me as the Del Mar fair). It was perfect. I love the fair. It was a totally fitting way to celebrate father’s day, because the fair always has a way of reminding me of my Dad. He and I have always loved the fair. We used to go to concerts there, sometimes my sister and my mom would come, but a few times it was just us. We’d go to the fair, see a concert, and get ice cream before we left for home. My Dad looks forward to the fair almost as much as he looks forward to Disneyland. I also have tons of family memories at the fair. My sister and I usually take photo booth pictures – one strand to share and one to give to our mom. My mom and I have an awesome memory of stealing a page out of Vista High School’s yearbook so I could have a picture of my neighborhood crush, John. That has to be one of my top ten memories of my mom. It still cracks me up.
So Sunday just reminded me of all those great memories and it was nice to be the four of us and spend the day together. As usual, it was difficult to leave home. The weekend was exactly what I needed.
(photos: first one was taken by my on Saturday at the beach in Carlsbad - note, that is seaweed, not trash. The second photo was found here).

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The World Cup

It is the World Cup and it’s completely lost on me. I don’t follow soccer at all, but have been reading a lot about it today.
All I really know about the game is that David Beckham plays, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

I wish summer

I wish summer would consist of beach breezes in my hair while I sit on the porch facing the waves and taste the salt on my lips.

I wish summer would consist of road trips to San Fran, where it is cool and 65 degrees even in August. I would walk the Golden Gate Bridge and then get ice cream at Ghirardelli’s.

I wish summer would consist of roof top parties in New York City in early evening. We would sip white wine and watch the sun set, while the taxicab horns are heard from below.

I wish summer would consist of flying kites on the beach.

I wish summer would consist of eating seafood and salads on the patio of a restaurant.

I wish summer would consist of barbeques and pool days and homemade ice cream with family, like when I was a little kid and we swam as a family at Aunt Dianna’s.

I wish summer would consist of air-conditioned rooms while lounging on the couch watching reality TV.

I wish summer would consist of weather that never exceeded 75 degrees.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

I just finished watching “Little Women” with my sister and she and I kept commenting about how much the movie’s themes are like me. We joked that it is because of this movie (and a few other cultural things… like Nancy Drew books) that I am the way I am.
The movie talks about women’s rights and equality, which is so much a part of who I am and what I believe in. Jo is a writer, like I wish to be. She also falls for an older professor, which is also a similarity between us. Plus, the movie is all about how home and family and living close by to both make life valuable, which, again, is totally what I am about. Sigh. It is just such a great film. When I was little we used to watch it all the time and the older version with June Allyson and Peter Lawford (thanks to my mom). I used to imagine I was most like Beth or Meg, but now I realize I am most like Jo. Now if only Christian Bale would want to marry into my family…
(photo found here through a Google search).

Top Ten: Rachel Getting Married

My best friend, Rachel (who you’ve heard a lot about) got married last night. It was so great to be a part of her special day and help her celebrate. I am very happy for Rachel and Jason and am blessed to have them in my lives. Rach write a very sweet into for me into the reception and in it she mentioned that I have helped her through many difficult times and that I am a person who can easily make her crack up. I feel the exact same way.
Because I get too wordy (for some people…cough cough my mom and sis, who are the regular readers of this blog. Haha), here is a simple Top Ten of my favorite moments from the last couple of days as I celebrated with Rach and Jase:
1. Watching Rach and Jase see each other for the first time from the window of the bridal party room.
2. Line dancing at the reception next to Rach.
3. Seeing old friends from college, especially Amy.
4. Spending the night with Rach and Stephanie the night before the wedding. Loved getting a chance to chill and be silly and laugh and talk.
5. Seeing Rachel’s entire family, especially the Herreras, all who I’ve heard so much about for the past four years.
6. Rachel in her wedding dress. She may have been one of the most beautiful brides I have ever seen.
7. Getting ready for the wedding while listening to the Glee soundtrack.
8. Catching up with Jason.
9. Seeing the excitement of the flower girls and ring bearers, who were all so adorably cute.
10. Spending time with the other lovely ladies in the bridal party.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Sometimes I want to be those

Sometimes I want to be those girls who take Polaroid’s
And can pull off hats
And scarves
And not washing their hair for more than a day.

Sometimes I want to be those boys who climb trees
And run bases in summertime
And jump off things
And love being covered in dirt.

Sometimes I want to be those women who push strollers
And rock babies
And tie shoe laces of little ones
And make lunches before school.

Sometimes I want to be those men who wear long sleeved shirts with shorts
And surf in the morning
And watch football
And grill steaks on a warm spring day.

Sometimes I want to be those teachers who get apples
And write with dry erase markers
And teach about Hemingway and Austen and Bronte,
And change kids’ lives.

Sometimes I want to be those writers who think they’re brilliant
And that blogs are beneath them
And write on corners of napkins
And get published in The New Yorker.

Sometimes I want to be those professionals who have corner offices
And make decisions at long tables
And wear cute shoes to work
And have a window view of some pretty trees or the ocean.

And sometimes I want to be me who goes to work with nice people
And learns in class with fun peers
And sleeps in on weekends
And has sole possession of the remote control.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Vegas, baby

This is Rachel. She rocks. Isn't this the best picture you've ever seen? And, it was taken from my iPhone (they all were... sorry).
Rach was unhappy because the sign said not to sit or stand on this guy. When she touched it the whole thing wiggled and we shrieked in laughter and then we were grateful for the sign. LOL.

Margaritaville. One word: YUM.

Rach won $65 off $5. She was stoked. Money for her upcoming wedding. :)

Going out to Stoney's.
Riding the mechanical bull. Put the other girls to shame.

This statue cracked me up. Classic Vegas.

I'm not a huge Toby fan, but it cracked me up that Toby's restaurant reflects his song.

The long road home (looks just like the long road there).

I don't get out much, so I was really surprised that there us a California inspection for produce on the way back from Nevada.