March 12

Man do I suck at sticking to goals hahaha look at how little I’ve written this year!

Whatever, I’m getting there haha itty bitty progress. This year I have started and stopped smoking twice, I’ve gotten over my scuba diving fear, and I’ve just signed up for the Financial Gym which I’m excited to see how that helps me reach financial goals. I moved into a new apartment, it’s probably more than I should be spending. I was depressed, I am weening off Adderall, like what a wild start to the year.

May my next blog post not be in one month haha. Love you byeeeee

February 9

Lol happy new year, a month and a week plus change late. Oops.

Year 2 of this “blog” hahah let’s see if I can post more this year than last.

No big awesome lesson to impart, but i heard a phrase I’m obsessed with: Decide what kind of life you actually want. And then say no to everything that isn’t that.

Whoa, damn. Simple and actionable, just like a lego. Big fan.

December 9 … Pt. 2

Pain, hurt, embarrassment, any negative feeling can only hurt you if they are:

  • Permanent
  • Personal
  • Pervasive

If they are not all 3, you can get past it!

If you can say “I feel hurt” or sad, ashamed, and then give yourself the context why, you can give those emotions they space they need to breathe, and then they can leave.

I found crazy good solace knowing every crazy thought I had, though feeling a bit pervasive and personal, I would not describe as permanent. Thus, I can move on. I can say what I feel and why, and I can move on.

December 9

I’ve been trying wildly over the past few weeks to mentally make space for new beau, right? Because for the first time in a long time I really want to try. I want to be a peak performance partner. So that is why I am going to TWO therapists. I am writing self-love notes. I am writing notes of gratitude over my partner. I am meditating on past hurt. I am looking at all the snips and snaps I’ve had with new guy and replaying those situations with how I wish I responded so I can better prepare for future situations. I’m documenting why I think I acted that way. I will sit and say affirmations of love and trust with him in mind. I am writing down my faults, and I am forgiving myself for them. I am writing down the traits I want to imrpove. I’m reading more, trying to increase vocabulary, trying to learn new facts to keep him engaged.

I. AM. TRYING. SO. HARD. But now, my mind is SO scrambled. And tired. It could be that all of this is kicking up dust from past hurt so it’s expected and just part of the process, but doesn’t negate my feelings of insecurities and fear, nor is it (yet) correcting my navigation of this new thing with assumption of failure in tow. And to be clear, I think the failure would be because of me. Because I’m snapping. Or nit-picking. Or finding the bad, not the good. Or being too emotional. I am trying so GD hard, yet I’ve never in my life felt crazier and more out of control.

I’m on night 2 of not sleeping over this self-imposed stress.

I am drained.

I don’t know the right tricks for calming the mind in times like this, or giving myself permission to not carry the weight of trying to make it work – and perfectly at that. I go into weekends with him telling myself “be loving, be kind, be giving” and maybe it’s asking too much from myself, to be that Stepford wife kind of support. Weekdays, we’re apart. And that honeymoon phase seems to be over. No more little videos in the morning from him, and I’m too scared to keep asking for more. I don’t want to be difficult, yet here am I, being difficult. I’m swinging from anxious attachment style during weeks, craving to hear he misses me, wants to see me, and then avoidant over the weekend because it’s too drastic a change in affection style for me to calibrate within that timeframe. And then Sunday morning comes and he is gone and I’m sitting, overanalyzing “was he rushing to leave?” and “am I being too much to handle?”

Also noticed I am “snapping” which is new for me. Like little things set me off in a mini-blaze. I’ll have a snarky response or put a rude face on. Started searching my childhood for answers. Root of all evil right? Well, my mother, as she put it, “showed love by being angry at me.” So I may have been conditioned to do similar and in this new territory, with more fear from past pains, while navigating excitement-induced stress, I may be using that as my crutch and off-the-cuff response.

That anger from my mother wasn’t caring love, but it was the next best thing available to me, I likely learned to associate intensity of emotion and expression with love and put myself in a cycle of reacting with high-voltage energy in my own relationships when I’m not feeling seen. I think my thought process is something like: if I cause a fuss, and my partner sticks around, this means I’m worth the fuss. Which … fine, cheap and temporary validation, but most definitely not ideal.

I am happy to know what I need to both undo and unlearn.
And while this sucks, and feels like a lot to handle, knowing and seeing this from myself is at least a start right?

Now let’s add infidelity into the mix! I had past boyfriends cheat so that’s VERY top of mind. Both of my long-term relationships. The last actually told me, “I wish you were Asian.” “I wish you looked like her.” “You can just cheat back on me and it’s even and we’ll be good.”

Like that’s some BS, yo. But that stuff sticks to your brain like honey on hair.

But you know what, I think I just need to let it go. I’ve carried that stain for years. I can’t help it. Worrying about it isn’t going to help it. And that happening, as much as I thought it reflected on me, it doesn’t. I’m not a dimmed light because my partner had and acted on lust for someone else.

In case anyone else deals with this stuff, here’s my learnings from this morning on trust and fear.

  1. You cannot withhold trust while expecting your partner to be fully trustworthy. Put differently: you can’t build trust by practicing distrust.
  2. Get rid of expectations. Expectations of partner’s behaviors and how you two should “be” leaves you both getting measured up to a performance standard, leaving only opportunities to fall short.
  3. Trust is a verb and a noun. You do it, you be it.
  4. Being a trusting person is first thing to work on. Seek being trusting because it’s an expression of self.
  5. Sacrifice your need for your partner to keep you emotionally balanced.
  6. With sacrifice of the above and general faith in each other, the relationship can have transformative power and help and heal you both.
  7. Being hurt is an ever-present possibility. Screw it.
  8. The pressure to make things work should be shared. You don’t have to feel that you need to be the one to make it perfect. This is not a one-way street. You both will be at fault at times. Embrace it, forget it, move on.
  9. Pressure comes from everywhere. For my current situation, limited time together is making me anxious to make it “perfect” for him and it’s SO much pressure that it’s coming out the exact opposite way I intended. Recognize pressure exists, and then set it aside.
  10. People will either fit into your plan and life or they won’t. Being upfront early on about needs and feelings is okay. It gives people a roadmap to see what this relationship will take, and see if they are okay with adopting it.
  11. In moments where I’m tempted to react negatively because I interpreted a comment as negative or a jab, I will teach myself to take a pause, reframe it positively, and respond to the positive version I’ve created in my mind. What is the downside of expecting everything coming my way as meant to be positive? Idk so let’s experiement!
  12. Sometimes we miss excitement of being single, sometimes we want a little excitement, so we add drama to our own. Find your ways of doing that, document them, and begin detaching yourself from old emotional patterns of thought.
  13. “What ifs” are damning to relationships. Screw them.

Things to trust in:

  1. Your capacity to affirm yourself. You are going to be okay….no matter what.
  2. Understanding of struggles, doubt, and conflict keeps you centered.
  3. We are built to be resilient to continue giving and receiving love.
  4. Change needs freedom as much as it needs boundaries. Relationships need freedom to grow.
  5. You nor your partner should be idealizing each other, but rather, embracing flaws (and the good stuff, too!)
  6. You have the power to elevate the relationship, even in spite of the 100 issues listed above, and the 100 other possible insecurity combinations.

Finally, in watching and reading about couples’ experiences in therapy, here’s a reassuring theme I found:

All partners said they could probably piss their partner off in 3 words or less. (So, we’re not bad people if we irritate others). The important part is to work on understanding how to build your partner up, or make them feel secure, seen, and loved, in the same timeframe.

You are loved, you are worthy, and you are more than your flaws.

Here’s to hoping for restful sleep tonight.

December 8

Good morning, WordPress. Today, I am off to Scotland. Not physically, oh no no no, but ~virtually~.

I did an hour tour of the Royal Mile, stretching from the Edinburgh castle to the palace and WHOA boy was it cool. I had a tour guide who was so into history (to the point of having his own podcast, of which Johnny Cash’s daughter was his most recent guest!) so I learned a lot of fun little facts. If anyone wants to geek out over Edinburgh history…please comment. Please. I have so many fun facts to divulge. Else, here is the podcast page if you want to give your ears something to chew on.

So, that was fun start to the day. I think one of my favorite facts I learned was that the unicorn is the national animal of Scotland, the lion is that of Britain, and Wales has the dragon. Scotland and Britain have had a contemptuous relationship through history, so their little jab in having the unicorn was that historically – in legends – unicorns ate lions. Lol. Nice one, Scottie.

I’ve since spent my morning diving into Edinburgh castle’s ordnance and watched a video of a seagull barely avoiding death by cannon.

Bet you didn’t know you needed to see that.

I then somehow found myself looking at Scottish folklore, then went down a rabbithole of Greek vs. Roman mythology. If anyone ever asks, Greek gods and goddesses had a gender, had strong characteristic traits, they also had some mortal heros, but believed deities or becoming deity-akin was an unattainable status for humans. Romans were the opposite of that. And Roman deities are what our planets are named after. So, what I’m trying to say is that I’ve spent far too much of my day not actually working so I can’t write anymore. Going to log off and go work.

But! Before I do!

A quick reminder to say “thanks” for all the things in your life.

Today, I had a strawberry bubbly water that tasted like juice. I had a shortened workout but my energy was up and I feel strong, and I am thankful for that feeling. I have family and friends to call.

Recently, I’ve found myself in a teeny bit of a covid-inspired depression and it’s made me quite “in my head” and “fearful” and add that to a new relationship when TWO past partners had strayed – it’s made me quite sad, scared, and drawn-back. It’s made me my own enemy in relationships. I now find myself anxiously seeking validation of intent, but at the same time, am a bit insecure to feel fully safe so will drawback or be quick to anger.

I’ve decided to give up that ghost.

Give up that weight of fear. I choose to not give in to toxic histories that are holding me back and instead, am really trying to embrace the new and the loving.

If at first you don’t succeed, you’re one step closer.

Whether that be closer to a lasting love, or a fitter body, or a more knowledge-filled self, you’re closer by falling forward than by being stationary due to fear.

You can choose that mindsight. You can choose to believe your faults and failures are for your benefit.

Lose the weight of expectations, of fear, of measuring up to other’s opinions of you, weight of stress, of comparison, of criticism that we’re all too quick to give, both about ourselves and others.

Lose the weight.

December 7

Well, y’all, I clearly did not stick to my “write daily” habit on this blog, have I? So, let’s do some updates.

COVID hit. Ya. The last time I wrote was PRE-Covid. That’s how long it’s been.

COVID sucks. My faction of friends has completely spread out leaving me just a tadddd bit lonely. (Read last sentence as: It’s depressing af how alone I felt).

Los Hombres: A few came, a few went, 1 entered and stayed. We call him J. We like J. However, we like J *soooo* much that those little pesky insecurities have popped up hard-core. So now, we are focusing on: how can I grow to support a loving relationship while at the same time reinstating therapy to help me work through existing issues? We will document this process a whole lot because we are doing some rapid and intense analysis of what insecurities I have, what triggers those insecurities, and how I can condition myself to react more calmly and appropriately in the moment.

Fitness: I spent two months away from Seattle in July and August to be with family and to pursue a short-term stay in San Diego with the amazing Marlina. I started walking a lot, and I really buckled down on macro-based eating, and I’m about 2 lbs away from my goal weight of 145 lbs which, the last time I weighed that, ya girl was in high school.

Mind & spirit: I’ve made zero progress becoming more spiritual, but doing some heavy-lifting in mental health and wellness. Reading more. Audible counts, right? Trying to re-learn piano. Really working on the habits that make me feel whole.

Okay, so, let’s see if I can at least close this year the way it started with a bit more consistency in updating this public journal.

February 26

My stupid, hurt ankle is probably going to keep me from running this half marathon that I have been preparing for for MONTHS. Whatever. Going to go hike instead. I don’t want to not be able to run all summer just because I pushed it too hard during the actual race. Deferring the short-term win in lieu of the long-term ugh.

But! I am trying some cool stuff in hopes of healing stupid lil baby ankle. Today I am going to get acupuncture for the first time which is supposed to help a lot, so quite excited to see what that does!

Then tomorrow I am trying out physical therapy and getting my running gait analyzed. And then of course, my recent cryotherapy obsessions. Planning on going twice a week and then adding in compression and infrared therapy as well.

If for nothing else, I am happy to be so in tune with my body, I am happy I have been able to train so well for so long, and I am extremely grateful for the first time in my life to feel legitimately in shape, even if I do have a few pounds I still would like to shed. Baby steps.

Steve is coming back from Florida today. We chatted on the phone last night and I was telling him how bummed I was about my ankle. And he said instead of focusing on the 13 miles I can’t run, focus on the miles I have run so far. So I tallied up my miles from the start of the year to now, and in addition to yoga and cycling cross-training, in addition to the weight lifting and walks, I’ve run 145 miles. One year ago, I would have never thought that was possible. That win is better than a medal.

February 24

Yesterday I thought work dude BLOCKED me on Snapchat which led me into a much needed introspection into security, relational needs, and dependency. I would like to share that a bit with you. I was proud of myself for standing face to face with what I thought was rejection and managing it better than I think I ever have in my life. I had some really eye opening thoughts, and feel much more in tune with myself. Figured I can share in case anyone else would benefit. But I’ll write that when I have more time. Maybe later tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I’m lmost at work so low on time.

My ankle has been killing me (thanks, tendonitis!) and so I started going to cryotherapy in Seattle. I found a spot by my friend’s house so going there twice a week for at least 2 months. But listen to this. When I signed up. I had to give my contact information. For some random reason – I kept wanting to write down my sister’s number on the contact form, not mine. Like I do not know why I was confusing the two. So she texts me this morning, a screenshot, of the cryo place confirming my appointment for tonight. She was like, “uhmmm thanks for keeping me in the loop???” and I CRACKED UP laughing….on the bus…with strangers. Like WTF. So naturally, I had her reply back to confirm my appointment ahahahah.

Today is Monday. My first ever half marathon is Saturday morning. We doin’ it! Woo!

February 18

Sitting on the airplane currently waiting to depart for NYC.

I had a great morning of snappable things. A cat that was legit mean mugging me. Woven keychains at the airport that said “bad boy” and “bad girl.” I obviously bought both. And then of course had to snap my food buffet at the lounge.

And whilst I was doing such things, enjoying the lounge, the travel life, the rush of passing by the plebeians waiting to go through the expanding security line, I realized how much I just loved traveling. And just being an idiot writing about it apparently. But man did I feel like myself again. I’ve been so consumed chasing pleasure and not peace, boys for cheap thrills, that I think maybe I lost myself a little. And when I was back in the airport, man, I felt great. Like back on home turf. Less afraid to send that dude who doesn’t answer back MORE snaps. Less afraid to just do me, ya know? When you are doing your thing completely, the people who appreciate stay, and the people who don’t leave. And that’s not a loss. I need to stop seeing that as a loss. That’s just room for more.

Last night I watched this mini documentary called Jacob. This guy was so smart. Chasing love. So human. So humble. So smart. People are amazing. He has like a dozen degrees. But point is, people are cool and thirst for life is important.

One final anecdote before signing off as proof people are amazing. I saw a tik tok this morning of a man with two tumbling Jenga towers built with a glass of wine on each. There’s a red table cloth underneath. The man puts the edge of the table cloth between his butt cheeks and spins around with speed…. and pulls the table cloth out from under the towers and wine without spilling a single drop.

PEOPLE ARE AMAZING.