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On Repeat: Dave Matthews Band

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Things have been a little ridiculous lately. I wonder how many times I’ve said that. I sound like a broken record. Maybe I secretly like things ridiculous? I must. I’m so busy, and so exhausted, and so wrapped up in this project at work, but most of the time I’m so excited about it. It’s a little bit of a roller coaster — good moments and bad. One minute someone is thanking me. The next someone could be insinuating a decision I influenced six months ago might doom the whole company. Fortunately, it usually turns out that’s not really the case.

Today had its ups and downs. A thunderstorm woke me up at 3:30 am, and I never quite made it back to sleep, so I was tired. I’m still tired. I should go to sleep. After I post this — and my (late) resolution update — I will. In a training this morning 40 people gave me a round of applause for exhibiting all of the company values. I didn’t really know what to say. That was really cool. I almost cried. A few minutes later in the bathroom, I saw what my hair looked in the mirror — a messy braid with pieces falling out all over. I almost cried again. For the opposite reason. Totally not cool. 🙂

When I got home tonight, I did cry. For a few minutes. Then I laughed. At myself. For being ridiculous. I was so tired, all I wanted to do was go to bed. I went for a run instead. I’ve been running almost every night for three weeks. In the hopes of wearing this dress to my friend’s wedding tomorrow night. I haven’t been able to zip it up, so I figured tonight was my last chance. I ran out to the beach. I saw a cloud that looked like a mermaid. I saw some pelicans. And a helicopter. I saw the ocean. I saw all kinds of people out and about with their friends having fun and relaxing. I was a little jealous, so I almost cried again. And I thought, “What the hell is wrong with me?” But I kept running.

Then this song came on, and I smiled as I ran along the water’s edge. Because I remembered no one is forcing me to work this hard. I’m doing it because I wanted to. Because I want to now. Because even if I’m sometimes mentally exhausted to the point where I can’t even think straight, I’m doing something important. That I really enjoy. And that makes me happy. And I ran home, and I did some more work, and I smiled when I accomplished a few things.

Before I came upstairs, I walked into the living room, and I read the little sign on my mantel that Tina gave me for my 30th birthday. “Do the thing you love more than anything in life,” it says. “You might become a bit unpredictable, and sometimes cranky, but you will be happier than you ever imagined possible.” Well. Okay, then. Maybe I’m not crazy after all.

After I took a shower, I tried on the dress. Like I’ve done every night before bed for the last three weeks. Even though it never zips. But this time it did zip! So perhaps I’ll get to wear it to that wedding after all. Will it zip tomorrow? I have no idea. Maybe I should sleep in it. Maybe I’ll be more comfortable in my backup dress. Either way, I’m going to say mission accomplished. On all accounts. So far.

Oh, and good night. I’ll post that resolution thing over the weekend. 🙂

Lammily & Me

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Lammily & Me
Over the last few days, I’ve  been doing a little shopping in preparation for my upcoming trip to Hawaii (one week from tomorrow!). To be honest, these last few months curled up in a chair working long hours at the office, sitting in front of the computer, and eating lots of delicious lunches has taken a bit of a toll, and searching for the perfect swimsuit wasn’t quite as enjoyable as it could have been. It’s okay, though. A person can only have so many priorities at a time, and I know I wouldn’t trade managing this project for the world — not even to be a few pounds lighter. I’ll take care of that when I’m done with this.

Cue Lammily — this adorable little Barbie alternative designed by Nickolay Lamm. My cousin Grace posted a link to an article about this doll, and I thought it was really cool. I clicked through to the photos, and what happened next caught me somewhat by surprise. As a fairly rational, successful, 32-year-old human being, I can honestly tell you that seeing three pictures of this doll made me feel better about myself. Better than when people compliment my outfits. Better than when my boyfriend tells me I look beautiful. Better than when I’m having the most amazing hair day ever. That’s completely and utterly ridiculous if you think about it. I didn’t even know that I cared about not resembling a Barbie until I saw this doll. The world makes women think really strange things sometimes, I think.

And while I agree with these sentiments that Lammily isn’t any more ‘normal’ than Barbie (and labeling her as such would completely defeat the purpose), she’s a little closer to my five-foot-tall version of ‘normal’, and apparently, that means the world to me. =)

How to Recover From Being Sick as Quickly as Possible

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I’m no doctor, but prior to going (mostly) gluten-free, I was a certifiable hypochondriac, which I presume entitles me to give unsolicited health advice to my friends every once in awhile. Having spent five years in a constant state of anxiety about my well-being resulted in me having somewhat of a heightened sense of awareness about my health most of the time, which means when I actually am sick, I catch it early — which does often result in my recovering more quickly. I hate doctors, and I hate taking prescription medication unless I really have to, so this is my approach to recovering as fast as I possibly can with or without either one of those two things.

1. Know when you are getting sick. Once you’re 25 or 30 years old, you should have a pretty good idea of which symptoms mean you’re getting sick (and which ones just mean you’re tired or stressed). For me, I start to feel light-headed, mildly achy, sometimes my throat gets scratchy, and my ears start to click or feel congested. That’s a sure sign I’m coming down with something.

2. As soon as you know you are getting sick, start acting like a sick person. If you are at work, leave. If you are at a party, leave. If you are at the mall, leave. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, do not eat McDonald’s, and do not drink any more alcohol. I started to feel somewhat crappy on Friday night two hours into a party. I could have stayed, but instead I made my apologies, said my goodbyes, and promptly took myself home. I know that two hours spent partying might mean an extra two days sick for me.

3. Get in bed, and stay there. Don’t clean. Don’t do laundry. Stay in your bed. Force yourself to sleep as much as possible. Drink some water. Take a vitamin and some NyQuil if you have to, but sleep, sleep, sleep. In my opposite-of-expert medical opinion, I’m pretty sure your immune system functions better if you are (a) laying down and (b) not doing anything to distract it. You can get out of bed for three things: food/water, a bath/shower, a short walk outdoors. If you are not sleeping, read a book, watch a movie, or try to bore yourself into going back to sleep.

4. Drink/eat plenty of fluids. These include water, juice, soup, and/or tea. I don’t know about Gatorade. Somehow drinking sugary sports drinks while you are laying in bed seems counterintuitive to me, but whatever makes you feel better. If you’re feeling up to it, get some protein, carbs and veggies in you, too. You can get up if you have to, but it’s better to con someone else to come over and bring these items to you. (Extra points if they take care of your pets while they’re at it.)

5. Keep your favorite over-the-counter drugs on hand. Mine include Advil, Zyrtec D, NyQuil, DayQuil, Airborne and the occasional cough drop. I’d rather mess with these than go to the doctor and get a prescription any day of the week.

6. If after 24-48 hours of this behavior you are getting worse, go to the doctor. As much as I hate the doctor, I know that within two days of resting, I’m usually feeling much better, if not 100% back to normal. So if that doesn’t happen, I don’t procrastinate. I go straight to the doctor, tell her what’s up, and try to get her to prescribe a medication I know I’ve taken in the past for something similar that worked. Then I go back home and repeat steps 1 through 4 until I feel better.

And that’s it. Don’t go back to work or anywhere else until you feel better and/or until you’re not going to get everyone else sick!

Thanks to this approach, I’ve avoided the doctor for many things (other than the shingles) over the last several years, and I’ve probably saved myself three sick days for every one I took as soon as I started to feel bad.

Then again, just because this works for me doesn’t mean it’s perfect for everyone. What do you think? Do you do anything special that I should add to the list?

P.S. That picture is from 2009. I am not currently reading Twilight. I am reading Lean In by Sheryl Sandberg. =)

A Little Bit of Summer

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It seems like was only yesterday I was out riding my bike along the boardwalk, watching the sun come up and relishing in the 70-degree breeze. My how things change overnight. Now I’m sick in bed; it’s freezing cold, raining, windy; and I’m pretty sure everyone I know north or west of here is iced and/or snowed in. What I wouldn’t do for a sweltering beach day and a piña colada right now. (Although, I will admit…if I felt like this in the summer, all I’d want is a cool, dark, air conditioned room.)

Happy Halloween

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I didn’t dress up for Halloween this year, but I did facilitate a costume contest at work by setting up an intranet page where people could vote online, which is more up my alley these days than dressing up anyway. (Halloween was more exciting in my 20s.) My lack of celebration today consisted of not wearing black and orange, not switching on the battery-operated fake candles in my pirate-themed craft pumpkins I carved in 2009, not handing out any candy since no one goes trick-or-treating at any of the places I have ever lived since moving to Virginia Beach, and increasing my pumpkin production to 51.6 per second in Cookie Clickers

I also managed to squeeze in getting my first ever flu shot (you know I hate shots), and I found out my parents are ditching me for Christmas to go to my brother’s ship’s homecoming in Florida. Then I went horseback riding in my work clothes because I was too lazy to change.

I stopped by Target on my way home to pick up some feline supplies because J is taking care of the kitties while I go to a wedding in Pennsylvania this weekend. Do you know how many people go to Target on Halloween? About six. Do you know what goes on at Target on Halloween? They put out holiday items. That seems premature to me, but whatever. I guess that’s why I don’t run a Target for a living.

Christmas Wrapping” is already stuck in my head, so bring on the rest of the holidays. I’m ready.

P.S. I should be packing for my trip to PA, but since I’m determined to celebrate Halloween in some way, I am watching Vampire Diaries on my DVR. I probably shouldn’t admit that on the internet. Oops.