Day Ten: I have a pretty standard morning routine- wake up, shower, do my hair and make-up, grab a cup of coffee and venture over to work. But my mornings aren’t complete without checking out my favorite fashion blogs (my mornings don’t feel complete until I visit them all). I check out news headlines every morning but there are times when one can only handle so much negativity and brutality. I break that up with blogs, admiring their positive content. Plus, they give me the inspiration to post frequently on 20Something (that and they convinced me to wear heels on the daily).
Day Nine: Sometimes, I think about dropping everything and becoming a traveling musician. I’d sing pretty bluegrass songs and play the guitar and violin with great ease. I’d travel the states, performing for crowds and making videos documenting my travels. Granted, I only feel comfortable singing in front of my boyfriend but this daydream of mine seems more idealistic every day, especially days I’m incredibly stressed. Yesterday was one of those days. It was busy and I was exhausted but when my head finally hit the pillow, I couldn’t fall asleep. Thoughts of being so far behind at work, moving and money problems and still being unable to memorize my lines bounced around in my head. It’s times like this when I have panic attacks- my body tenses up sharply and I cry for hours. Determined not to let myself fall, I watched Alison Krauss and Union Station’s live concert. I didn’t fall back to sleep but I did feel much better, calmer and focused. I spent the night packing and going through old paperwork.
The poet and playwright, William Congreve, wrote “Music has charms to soothe a savage breast” (this line is often misquoted but it’s true). I am thankful for the beauty I can hear during the times I’m at my lowest and I will always appreciate music’s ability to raise me up.
Day Seven: Monday is not my favorite day of the week. After an especially adventurous weekend, the last thing I want to do is sit in front of my office computer for eight hours. Nevertheless, I spend most of my Monday indoors. By the time five o’clock rolls around, I’m itching to get outside. Now that the weather is warm, I’m eager to hop on my bike and ride somewhere. Although my current schedule doesn’t leave much time for leisurely rides, I still find a moment to cycle somewhere for a quick snack (or maybe to grab a bouquet of flowers at the Co-op, as I’m planning to do right now) before my next appointment.
And away I go!
Day Six: I’ve always been a sucker for cities- San Francisco is no exception. Each time I visit the City by the Bay, I discover a new reason to fall in love with it. The weekend, my boyfriend, his sister and I roamed around her neighborhood, the Mission. I have to admit that I never visited that part of the city until I starting dating Steve but it has grown to be my favorite ‘hood. From the pastors preaching their sermons in Spanish to the public to the indie shops filled with unaffordable clothing, the SF Armory (aka Kink.com) to all the beautiful street art, the Mission district is a place that I would someday like to call home.
Day Five: The manfriend surprised me a quick trip San Francisco (congrats on graduating, Alex!). The city is only four hours away, through the Sierras and down into the Sacramento Valley. I like the mountain twists and turns and screaming “YOLO” every time we reach Yolo County. I took a lot of roadtrips as a kid, visiting my Nana and Guelo in Jersey or one of my father’s sisters in SoCal. These trips always filled me with warmth, knowing that I will eventually be seeing a familiar smiling face or the sites of a city I hold so dearly inside.
Day Four: One of my favorite things about my neighborhood are all the feral cats running around. Most of them are shy but a few let you approach them… as long as you have food. There is a black kitten that likes hanging out my porch. In the mornings, I leave some cat treats out and some afternoons, I come home to find the fluffy puff waiting for me. He lets me pet him for a moment and meows a soft thanks before running away to play with his feline friends.
Day Three: Have you ever woken up and immediately thought, I need coffee- STAT(!)? I don’t drink as much as I used to (I was a latte junkie when I lived in Brooklyn) but when I need to satisfy that fix, I cross the street to my favorite Reno roaster, the Riverside Hub. I grab a dirty chai, have a brief conversation with the barista at the counter and always walk by the bike rack to get some riding accessories inspiration. I was sad for a moment, knowing that I’m going to move away from this tasty place – then, I remembered that the another Hub location is right around the corner from my new home.
Coffee- the best way to start (almost) any day.
Day Two: I’m no actress, but I’m trying to be one. Last autumn, a friend suggested that I audition for a play. I figured that I had nothing to lose as I stammered my way through lines at the tryout. I soon learned that I got the role and been mentally preparing myself for it since. The play is “Clybourne Park” and it’s about my favorite thing to talk about… race. Interestingly enough, the play is hilarious and me and my castmates find each other giggling at the silliest moments. Even though I still have no idea what I’m doing (I’m having the hardest time memorizing lines), I’m finding this theater experience to be incredibly soothing and cathartic. I like coming in to rehearsal and surrendering Andrea in order to become this character. Plus, I work with terrific people. At the end of the night, my abs hurt from laughter.
I’m trying to build more solid, positive habits in my life. Yes, change is good. Moving in with the man friend in two weeks. Getting out of my comfort zone with stage acting. Going to the gym at least thrice a week. Taking my multivitamin every day. Reading the front section of the New York Times. I have a lot going on these next couple of months and I feel like now, more than ever, is the perfect time to start living consciously, playing a more active role in my health, wealth and happiness, instead of simply just waiting for everything to fall into place.
It’s difficult, trying to change for the better. After a long day at work, I always want to stuff my face and retreat to my bedroom (so long exercise plan and social life!). It’s easy to get stressed and lose your natural happy with work or relationships, especially when you have an established routine (or if you’re trying to build one) and all the stress that builds up behind it. I don’t do enough stepping back and looking at the happy, good things in my life.
A friend on Facebook started posting every day the things that make her especially happy. She posts a status or picture of something small that makes her smile, “the best things in life are the small ones.” So, I’m going to do the same- 30 days of happiness. Of finding happiness in everything, not just the little things. Making sure that I do find that something every day…
Day One: It’s my fourth favorite thing in world behind sleeping, bike riding and doing the “something something…” I love receiving letters in the mail and vice versa. At least once a month, I take an evening to sit down and write my friends little notes before sending them off with pretty stamps glued to the envelope. Letter writing may be outdated but I know that my loved ones appreciate them. We send each other advice and words of encouragement, and so when we’re miles upon miles apart, we still feel close. I received a letter from my former Brooklyn roommate, Telaia. Her words were kind and soothing and for a brief moment, I laid in bed and fondly looked back on my time in the Big Apple. Oh, the magic of friendship and a good pen…