Lifting baby out of the water and onto my chest. |
Finnian Thomas Stewart, 3 hours old. |
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Lifting baby out of the water and onto my chest. |
Finnian Thomas Stewart, 3 hours old. |
Posted by Jen at 10:19 AM 7 comments
Ahhhhhhhhh........... <-- That's what happened when I went to Seattle. One big exhale and release.
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It's cold here in Philadelphia. Like, really cold. It was 18 degrees this morning on my walk to the train, a walk that was a bit touch-and-go thanks to fresh pockets of ice and snow. Imagine me: cautiously rushing (ha!) over uneven, ice-covered sidewalks (in inappropriate footwear) to make my train. Thanks to my layers and my oversized puffer coat, I was a hot, bulky mess, ambling down the hill trying not to slip on the ice or trip on the tree roots that have busted through the concrete sidewalks.
I had three minutes to descend Mt. Nippon (or as others call it, Nippon Street), cross the street, walk around the High Point Cafe and cross the bridge over the train tracks. Of course my nose was running, but I wasn't about to waste precious seconds de-gloving, so I just let it run.
Cute.
And of course, my hat was flopping about, first in my eyes, then nearly popping off my head. I needed my arms to help keep balance, as if I were walking a balance beam to the train, so I quickly mashed it down and returned my arms to their fully extended position. Then the wind blew a few strands of hair into my freshly glossed lips, where they remained and intermingled with the snot that was taking up residence on my upper lip.
Cute.
And then, to top off the cute-express, my eyes watered, causing my mascara to smudge and blend into the glossy, snotty palate. I'm telling you, I put the (c)ute in commute. I was feeling pretty alone in my fugliness until I finally reached the train platform. But then I looked around and realized that deep winter is just the season of universal ugliness. Who are we kidding? When it's 18 degrees, we're all just trying to survive and get from point A to point B in one piece, let alone look good while doing it.
So, my fellow freezing friends, I will look the other way when you have a frozen snot/lip gloss/mascara blend on your face if you will extend the same courtesy to me. Spring will be here soon and we'll all be cute again, but until then, just go with it. After all, winter is beautiful in its own special way. And so are we who endure her.
Posted by Jen at 9:22 PM 0 comments
After dealing with the emotional and physical blow of a miscarriage in mid-December, Jay and I were finally coming to a place of acceptance and peace. No longer fresh, our wound was developing a nice scab. But then...
Posted by Jen at 8:09 PM 4 comments
It's Sunday night and I've got a case of the "I'm-so-content-I could-want-for-nothing"s. Some Sunday nights are filled with sadness about the end of the weekend and the accompanying dread about Monday being right around the bend. But tonight, I'm feeling so grateful for one of those perfect, well-rounded weekends.
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Today was like opposite day, or maybe just "radically different" day. I woke up early instead of my usual "sleep in till the last minute and rush like mad" bit, I walked to the train instead of drove (yes, I live 5 blocks from the train but always drove because of my chronic lateness/lameness), I took the train that runs along the east side of the neighborhood rather than my usual west-line train, and I got off at 30th Street Station rather than my usual Suburban Station! How zany am I?!
You see, this is my New Years workout fake-out resolution, where I trick myself into getting more exercise in very sneaky and almost unnoticeable ways. Here's the thing: I hate to "work out". I've done the gym thing more times than I'd like to admit. By "the gym thing", I mean I've joined a gym, been a hardcore gym fanatic for 3 weeks (everyone should join a gym, this is amazing!), and then I just stop going, as if going to the gym stopped being an option. Which makes sense because going to the gym is just not an option, for me.
I've also done my fair share of group classes and at-home videos, but it just always feels like something else on my to-do list rather than something I enjoy. I mean, I love and really enjoy a good corpse pose, but unfortunately there are no classes or DVDs devoted solely to this one ancient "exercise".
So without forcing myself to do something I dread, while also recognizing that I need to move my body more, I decided to pad my commute with a few more steps. I figured that commuting to and from work is something I'm used to doing and involves a bit of walking, so why not walk a bit further while I'm at it? This way it's not the dreaded E word, it's just commuting. See? Sneaky.
I used to walk .8 mile per day during my commute, but by changing up my train and station, I now walk 3.5 miles each day. Suck it, gym! And... to up the sneak factor and to keep the commute vibe alive, I use that time to listen to educational podcasts and TED talks. No one will ever be the wiser, well, except me. It's like I'm gaining more brain while... just commuting. Ahem. The best part is that my new exercise regime commute only adds 30 minutes to my day, 15 minutes each way, so it really is kinda unnoticeable in the grand scheme of things.
So that's how my new year is beginning: Finding a new path to health by traversing a new path to work. Sometimes you just have to fake it until you forget the point in the first place. Sometimes end goals take away from the joy of the journey. So for now, I'm just gonna walk to work and forget about the rest. See? Sneaky!
Posted by Jen at 9:31 PM 0 comments
There are some topics that are taboo, off limits for conversation, so I'm told. You know, topics like religion, politics, or illness; topics that are likely to make people uncomfortable. When my dad was dying of cancer, people would want to know how he was doing, but did not want to hear the truth: the D word. They wanted to hear the triumphant and hope-filled "he's winning the fight; he's kicking cancer's ass".
Posted by Jen at 9:23 PM 10 comments
For a Monday, today was pretty damn great. A solid two thumbs up kind of day. Here's why:
My proposal for an occasional 4-day work week was approved! I can now take one extra day off per month, which frees up twelve days during the calender year that I would otherwise be behind a desk in a windowless office. I am so stoked to have this extra time, and grateful to the powers-that-be at my organization for supporting the idea. It's a small change, but one that will give me greater flexibility with my limited and sacred free time.
Also, I applied for my passport today! I thought I would have to go after work and that it would be a long nightmarish process riddled with bureaucratic BS, but I was pleasantly surprised. I decided to scope out the scene over my lunch hour, and was prepared to have to call my supervisor from the long line, telling her that I would need to take two hours of personal time because I was stuck in some horrendous line. But here's what actually happened: I hopped on the subway, went to the post office at 30th & Chestnut, waited in line for the application, applied, had my passport photo taken, hopped on the bus, picked up a salad at the Liberty Place food court, and walked back to my office, all within the span of 55 minutes. I've waited longer to mail a package free of liquids, perishables and explosives. Getting a passport was like the Jiffy Lube of all government-related experiences. I challenge you to interface with the government, take two modes of public transit, pick up lunch and return to the office in less than an hour.
Next, when I got back to work, I received official notification that an abstract (paper) with my name on it had been submitted to a national Social Work conference happening in January 2013! This actually starting unfolding over the weekend. When I was in grad school, I was a research assistant for two professors who were conducting different research studies. Well, one of them is ready to publish the findings of his study, and is including my name as an author because of my role in the study! He is submitting the abstract to possibly be selected for a paper presentation at this conference next winter, so today, I received official notification that 1) it was submitted for review, and 2) it has my name on it. I am so floored by this news, and so filled with gratitude for everything from the initial experience of working on this study to the latest development of being included as an author. I just didn't see it coming, at all.
Then when I got home, I saw that I had a piece of mail. Not a bill or piece of junk mail, but a card from my mom. I quickly scanned my mind as to why she would be sending a card. Birthday? No. Anniversary? No. Holiday? No. Just because? Maybe. I opened it and was so surprised to see that it was a donation towards our Costa Rica trip! The only caveat is that I have to have a drink in her honor while in Costa Rica. Damn, I don't know how we're gonna make that happen, given our rigorous itinerary filled with ass-in-the-sand sessions followed by floating-in-pristine-waters sessions. It was an awesome and totally unexpected surprise, and once again, left my heart so grateful. Thanks, Mom!
Finally, the last piece of goodness for today is that I turned the last page of a book that has held my imagination captive over these past few days. Not that I love ending a great story - I don't, I'm actually quite sad - but I do love loving a book in its entirety and feeling like I've come full circle with the characters. I've been reading 360 Degrees Longitude: One Family's Journey Around the World, which is the true life story of a family (parents John and September, and kids Katrina [11] and Jordan [8]) who dropped out of everyday life (school, work; you know, the things that typically define us) for 52 weeks to travel the globe. It's been an inspiring read, and has opened my eyes to the incredible experiences awaiting those who have the courage to dream, and save. Not that I currently have dreams of funds for taking an Around-the-World trip, but reading this book has challenged my perceptions of what it can mean to raise a family in the world. It was one of the best stories I've read in a long time, and tonight it came to an end. Happy tears :)
So all in all, today was pretty thumbs up. In fact, I kind of wish I had a third thumb to raise. Actually, based on today's wish success rate, I better exercise caution and rethink that one. I'll settle for two thumbs up - way UP!
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