Facing fear and failure

I’ve caught myself doing it again!  But I’m only 3 days into February and hopefully caught it early enough.  I’m exhausted. I’m not eating well. I’m giving in to cravings and what’s “easy”. I’m not getting enough good sleep. I’m not being productive with my time…I could go on. Basically, I’m not doing anything different. I claim to want changes in my life but how is life going to become different if I’m not different?!  It’s not…

Hearing Brene Brown bring up a fear conversation on a podcast the other day struck a chord with me (I’m also now realizing how many cliches & idioms I use!)  Fear has run the show for my 40 years and I’m sick of it. I aspire to be the old lady who acts and speaks without giving a shit (I envy those women…) but then got to thinking, why do I have to wait until I’m an old woman for that to happen? Maybe it could happen sooner… The concept of fear running my life brought me back to another gal pal of mine – Gabrielle Bernstein.  I found her when a heartache broke me open and the emotion just gushed out; I needed some serious help with that one!  I remember her “May Cause Miracles” book was helpful – and was all about how to transform life away from fear.  I felt like it was time to revisit her 6 week program.  Of course, life got in the way and I didn’t read enough to prep myself on Sunday so I wasn’t in the frame of mind I want to be starting out on Monday.

Instead of harping on my own failure, I turned to her “Spirit Junkie” audiobook for my commute time and it was good to spend time with my friend again.  I need to revisit my feelings again and I need to start choosing differently in my life.  I feel like I’m beginning to move towards something that I don’t quite know what it is and I’m moving super slow, which is frustrating.  I am a very patient person but in some ways, I have no patience at all, such as wanting to see changes in my life.  Maybe throwing together a life improvement plan in a day or so isn’t going to work for me – maybe that’s why I continually fail.  Perhaps instead, this will be a year of prepping move towards those desired changes.  One thing I know for sure, I’m tired being tired.  I *have* to change something…

Hello February

I feel like I blinked and January was over.  It was a busy month – and a very emotionally charged one.  It started out with the end of a relaxing break that led into an exhausting work trip.  In the middle, the BBE and I took off for a weekend visiting winter and it ended with the passing of yet another year.  And now, here we are in February.

I didn’t do very well with my Happiness Project in January.  I started out with ambitious thoughts…but life happened and the ambition fizzled.  In the attempt of building new habits for myself and not wasting yet another year, I’m moving on to February.

February: Be Loving

February is often a month connected with love.  While I could work on self-love for every month of the year and just begin to make a dent in it, I thought it best to move on…and be more loving outwardly.  January was meant to be a month where I focus on loving inwardly, and that didn’t go over so well.  So maybe if I put the focus outside of myself, it’ll help regain some of that lost momentum.  Here’s to 29 days of L-O-V-E!

Hello February

Here we go again…

As has happened so many times in the past, life got in the way…I let life get in the way of my plans. I’m struggling to make new habits stick. It’s been the story of my life! Why is it so hard to live the life I wish for myself? I don’t mean the things beyond my control, like having naturally straight dirty blond hair or being a couple inches taller. I mean the things I can choose for my life, like eating healthy, not leaving everything to the last minute, sticking with a fitness plan, saving money… Every January, it’s the same thing: I make a plan, stick with it for a day or so, then get distracted and the plan gets forgotten. Then I feel bad about myself and my lack of willpower…but nothing changes.

I’m going to be 40 in two days…I want my life to be different. I want to feel good when I look in the mirror. I want to look forward to the day ahead each morning. I want to be enthusiastic and energetic throughout the day. I want to be able to relax and turn off the teacher brain when I leave work. I want to live honestly with my thoughts and feelings. The life I design for myself on paper looks pretty good…so then why do I not do everything in my power to create it? I just don’t get it. But what I do get is another chance. Another year is starting for me. It’s time to get a new perspective of 40. It’s not going to be an easy year ahead – I know that for certain. But if I want my life to be different, I have to be different. To have a better life, I have to make better choices. To reap the rewards I want, I have to put forth the effort to earn them. And I have to demolish whatever those roadblocks are in my way. If I only knew what they were…

Resolution: Nighttime Routine

I’ve always considered myself a creature of habit – but my habits haven’t always been the most healthy ones.  One thing I’m really good at in the health department: getting a good night’s sleep.  I may not be wonderful about daily workouts (yet) or skilled in the kitchen but I hold sleep very high in the priority department.  But what happens before I climb into bed is where I could improve a bit.

The routine isn’t extravagant. It’s simply flossing every night, rinsing after brushing with a fluoride rinse, removing all traces of makeup and washing my face, putting special moisturizer on my dry skin, not leaving any dishes in the sink, writing in my journal, and reading before turning out the light.  It’s actually a very standard (I think) evening to-do list…but I often try to cut corners.

I’ve never been good about flossing before – that’s why I have so many fillings.  Because my teeth (like the rest of me) are not getting any younger, I know I need to do what I can in the preventative health department.  Why go through all that dental work when all I truly need to do is take 2 minutes to floss each night?  It seems absurd in that logic light.

Washing my face is something that I actually quite enjoy but when it’s cold in the apartment or I’m tired, it becomes a chore.  Again, I’m not getting any younger (that tends to be a running theme in my mind as of late…), I need to do what I can to keep my skin looking good.  The idea of developing an old, wrinkly, turkey neck terrifies me…perhaps keeping a picture of what could happen in the bathroom would be helpful in the motivation department?  Nah, I wouldn’t want to scare the BBE with what I find on Google.  What I’ve learned is that once I start to get into that really tired place, I just want to flop on the bed.  I’m trying to get the evening routine done before the tired time sets in.  That does seem to help, when I remember to do it…I don’t always remember to do it.

I hate dirty dishes.  I also hate doing dishes.  The former is stronger than the latter.  When I wake up and go into the kitchen to see (and smell) a sink full of dirty dishes, it makes me feel lazy and a bit disgusted with myself.  I wouldn’t want someone to come into our home to see it like that; I don’t want to live like that.  And truth is, it doesn’t take that long to clean if you do it as you go.  Once they pile up, it does take a while (and really dries out the hands!)  So it’s about not letting it get to that piled up place to begin with.  I feel accomplished when I clean up the kitchen before I turn off the lights.  And it’s calming to walk into a clean kitchen each morning.

These changes may not seem like much in improving my health but they’ll be a wonderful baby step if I can get the routine in place to creating a good foundation for healthy habits.

Here’s to a happy 2016!

Like many, I’m starting the new year off on a hopeful foot.  I see all the potential in the 365 days ahead to fix everything in my life that I’m not happy with.  I start most years off this way and have lists and lists of resolutions and goals.  But, again like many, the resolution ideas fade quickly and the year ends as so many before, with frustration and disappointment as I look back over those lists.  This year, I’m hoping that frustration (nearly 40 years of it!) will finally ignite that fire in my belly so strong so that I won’t end the year as I have done so many times before.

If you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten.” Albert Einstein

I’m looking to make a change this year…several changes actually. I have a milestone birthday approaching and it’s prompted me to do a LOT of thinking and reflecting about my life.  While I am blessed in many areas of my life, I noticed that I was missing happiness.  My life is certainly not what I thought it would be at 40.  And I feel that while I can recognize what’s good in my life, everything could use a bit of improvement for me to really be happy with it.  For example, I’m a relatively healthy person. I’m technically within the healthy weight zone for my height and gender. I don’t have a lot of aches and pains or complications.  Food goes in, waste comes out – my body systems are in working order. My blood pressure is where it should be at and my resting heart rate around 70 bpm.  Overall, I have my health.  With that being said, I could benefit greatly from improving my diet and exercising more often. I need to make regular effort to incorporate stress reduction and relaxation into my life. I should be better about getting regular checkups with actual physicians (as opposed to self-diagnosing symptoms on WebMD.)  I’m not yet where I want to be in the health-department, which means I need to makes some changes.  Enter Gretchen Rubin.

I bought the Happiness Project book years ago.  As someone who loves to mark up books while she reads, I became aware that I’d never read the book beyond January because I hadn’t any markings after that section.  I know what past-me was thinking – I’ll read each month as it approaches.  At that time, it didn’t make sense why I would read August as I’m working my way through the actual month of January.  I read the book in its entirety over the last couple days and now understand why it makes sense to read the whole thing prior to starting one’s own happiness project. The book was Ms. Rubin’s story, her experience, her journey.  Mine won’t look like hers; my experience will be my own.  Ms. Rubin had “Laugh out loud” as a resolution for November; I’m making it one of my overarching commandments.  Laughter and humor is something I cherish and value very highly.  I don’t want to start implementing that into my life eleven months from now; I want it to linger over all that I do.  A day without (appropriate) laughter is a sad day in my book.  I think the reason I never actually stuck with a happiness project of my own was that I was going to try to replicate Ms. Rubin’s book but that’s so not the point. Plus our lives are very different.  I would love to be a writer living in NYC with a husband and children but I am very much not. I’m a teacher living on the west coast, no kids (aside from the 30 I work with each day of course), not married but have a wonderful boyfriend, just to name a few key differences.  This was not going to be like Ms. Rubin’s happiness project at all!

But taking a cue from her experience, I’m going to use the format that is laid out for me in the Happiness Project book.  This is new for me: allowing her to be my role model, to not fight against what she did, to simply follow her model to see what happens in my own life.  I will try to not overthink and overcomplicate things but rather see what others did, do the same, and see if I too can achieve my own desires.  So in following along with the project, I came up with some overarching commandments for myself (some I did borrow straight from Gretchen because they made sense for me too):

Jenny's Twelve Commandments

I’m still working on the details of how to remind myself of these thoughts.  Maybe a reminder in my phone… Maybe write them on a small card and keep it in my wallet.  My memory isn’t as sharp as it once was so reminding myself of these will be key for me to live by them.  If only I could remember how my grammar school teachers drilled the Bible’s Ten Commandments into my mind that I can still reiterate them now 30+ years later despite not having been to church in years…

Not all of Gretchen’s themes will work for me so the next thing I did was to spend some time deciding what I needed in order to find my happiness.  I found myself continually drifting back to thinking about how I want to feel this year, what emotions I wanted in my life.  Long story for another post but after being numb to emotions for so long, I began wondering if increasing feelings was going to be my road to finding improved happiness.  My mind also began wandering off on tangent about how I could rename this Happiness Project into something catchy of my own that would be more emotionally charged and maybe not so much a “project” but rather a way of life or lifestyle. Then I reminded myself to just follow the Happiness Project as it is and see where it takes me; a new exciting name/project could wait for another time.  So here’s where my monthly focus will be for 2016: Healthy & Vitality, Love & Gratitude, Serenity & Peace, Connection, Excitement & Enthusiasm, Silliness & Amusement, Optimism & Acceptance, Confidence & Braverism, Wonder, Kindness, Joy, Happiness.  First up: January is all about being happy and healthy.

January's Happiness Project: Be Beautiful

The main idea for January is to take actions that will improve my mental and physical health.  I am a big believer in the importance of mental health to a person’s overall well-being; in some ways, I think it’s the most important piece.  Health is something so many of us take for granted until it’s no longer there.  If you’ve never experienced issues with mental health, understand that you are very fortunate.  If, like me, you have battled inner demons, then you know what I’m talking about.  I think it was even more important that I start off the year with this theme because I haven’t been in the best mindset about turning 40 in a few weeks.  It will happen no matter what so I want to ensure that I am ready for it and will not just suffer through it but find some source of joy within the experience.

As a side note, I tried looking for bloggers who went through their own Happiness Projects.  I pride myself as being skilled in the googling department but found very few blogs about people’s individual projects.  The few that I found only wrote about a few months.  I know that I’ve struggled to be consistent with blogging as well as sticking with a self-help project such as this but it made me sad that I didn’t find one other blog that showed someone, other than Ms. Rubin of course, who completed their own Happiness Project.  I hope I won’t also be one to fall off that wagon.  I hope to find others to share this journey with, to help hold one another accountable.  But for now, I’m on my own.  No time like the present to jump into action – time to put on my sneaks and head outside for a walk.

Love Jenny

 

 

2015 Year in Review

This may seem weird but I don’t remember a lot that happened in 2015. Not in that I-drank-too-much-don’t-remember-nights of my 20s (and 30s). I just spent 365 days…doing what? I worked – that I know because I had money deposited into my bank each month and I still have the same job today. Surely they would’ve let me go had I not shown up, right? All in all, it just wasn’t a very memorable year. And to be honest, that thought makes me kind of nope, it makes me quite sad.

January: I turned 39 in January – that one stands out. The final year of my thirties had arrived (and apparently I escaped unharmed). I remember BBE (best boyfriend ever) brought me cupcakes; I never forget sweets. My students gave me gifts, which caught me off-guard because I didn’t know they were even aware that it was my birthday. I had an observation that day from my principal (note to future self: never plan to be observed on your birthday). But the birthday came and went like the rest of the month.

February: I spent a week with my students at an outdoor educational setting. This urban gal was grateful that there was at least indoor plumbing but it was still roughing it too much for my tastes, especially as a job responsibility. It was an exhausting, uncomfortable, unsanitary, uncompensated work experience that I’m not looking forward to reliving (BTW I’m going again next Tuesday…) The students had a wonderful time; teachers…not so much. Other than that and the NE Patriots winning the Super Bowl, February was a bit of a blur.

March: Got through the month…

April: As a part of my spring vacation, BBE and I went to Florida for a few days. We visited with my 94-year old grandmother and other family then we went off to Disney where it was hot as hell and we ate way too much food but had fun.

May and June: I don’t remember much beyond working (clearly I need to improve on my social life as all I can recall is time working…) I was happy when the school year ended – not because I don’t enjoy working. I actually really enjoy working a lot.  But I needed rest. I was sick most of the school year. Thanksgiving weekend 2014 I spent on the couch and the symptoms lingered all through the winter and spring. My energy was always depleted. I wasn’t eating well and couldn’t stick with a workout program for my life. I went to work and came home; I spend much of 2015 as a homebody. There’s a dent in the couch the size of my butt to prove it.

July: Summer gave me time to find my running legs again. I had gotten picked in the lottery for the Nike Women’s Half Marathon in SF (October 2015) and began training over the summer. My sister came out for a visit. We went up to Sonoma, drank wine in a cave, hit the casino in Graton (I lost I don’t remember how much, she won $1000). I ran mostly long runs on the weekends.

August: I had joined a running group to help me socially reach my running (and new friend making) goals. I went to the first day of training, talked with a few nice folks, developed painful plantar fasciitis in my left foot, and couldn’t run again for months. The Half Marathon never happened (and sadly never will as it will no longer be held in SF). August also found me going back to work.

Fall (September to November): Work took its toll on me. Teaching can really drain the life out of you… The school year started well. I was organized; I left at the end of my contract day; I didn’t bring things home. But it shifted somewhere and I fell into a teaching hole. I couldn’t stop thinking about work; I brought assignments home to grade; I was prepping and planning on nights and weekends. I could never get my to do list to be completed because 2-3 things would be added every time I completed a task. Frustration and overwhelm began to settle in because I could only see all I still had to do and not all that I’d already accomplished. Teacher conferences were wonderful moments of having small, personal conversations with my students and their families but I was too exhausted to really enjoy them. My introverted energy was just sapped. Those moved me on to Thanksgiving weekend…where again I spent the entire weekend on the couch nursing a developing cold. I saw the beginnings of a terrible downward cycle repeating itself and stress took up permanent residence in me. Still not able to stick with a workout program due to exhaustion (mental and physical) and couldn’t get into good eating habits (which wasn’t helping the exhaustion). Thanksgiving was delicious; we had quite a lot of potatoes, which this Irish gal devoured.

December: I became the teacher I didn’t want to be: the one who counted the days until Winter Break. I want to love the work that I do but I struggled through December. I wasn’t even up for traveling over the holidays to spend time with family. Work over the past year was just one factor of my mental state; another was that I could see my 40th birthday looming on the horizon. This isn’t what I thought 40 would look like. It’s taking everything in me to keep it all together but I feel as secure as a house of cards made on a folding table; one little gust or table tap could make the whole thing collapse.

I don’t want to be so negative. I want to recognize the good moments of 2015 because I know there were some: visiting with family, connecting with old friends, weekend trip to Monterey, BBE getting a new job (the whole reason we came to CA!), the landlord not raising our rent so we could stay in our home, getting a great little car, acquiring enough credits to get a pay increase, being told my so many of my students’ parents how much their children love coming to school, running the last two days and not having any PF pain… The good is there, I know it is. I’m just feeling my way through some of the bad right now. I want 2016 to be better; I want to be better in 2016. I will make it better.

2016

Open letter to bicycle tour groups

Dear Groups of Tourists on Bicycles,

How wonderful that you think the city I call home is worthy of your vacation time.  This city is pretty awesome. We appreciate you contributing your hard-earned monies to our local economy. And that rather than add more vehicular congestion to our already crowded streets, you have decided to tour the city in a more up-close way on bicycles.

As a runner, it is clear to me that many of you might not have been on a bike in a really long time. I’m not judging by your appearance but rather your cycling skills and courtesies.  Or perhaps it’s more about your lack of the latter.  This letter is primarily focused at those of you who ride in large packs of 10-20 riders and feel you can take up entire sidewalks.  Well, please don’t do that.  You need to share the road/sidewalk.  Stay to your right; pass on the left. Don’t ride five across. Have a little consideration for others.  Thankfully, most of you do not ride at high speeds (I will write to those cyclists on another day).  But you need to remember that there are other people in the space where you are, that have every bit of a right to utilize those paths as you do, and we need to both be able to share them.

One day, I was running along the Marina path.  I was staying to the right, alongside the grass, because that’s where I belonged.  I noticed there were some riders approaching me from the opposite direction, also riding alongside the grass.  In case you didn’t know, the hand that makes the “L” is your left; you need to stay to your right.  Most of you thankfully did veer right as you neared me shuffling in your direction…except for that last girl.  Yes, the houses along Marina Drive are interesting to look at, even worthy of our envy.  However, please do not gawk at them while you are biking because you were coming right at me but had no clue.  I grabbed your handlebars. My legs momentarily straddled your front wheel until I was able to climb around it.  You had a look of surprise on your face that I was even there; I suspect the look on my face called you a profane word or two.  You are on a moving vehicle – you need to pay attention to the road, not the pretty houses.  If your intent is to sightsee, then get a tandem bike and let one of your fellow travelers focus on the road so you can let your mind wander.  I get it: this city is worthy of wandering eyes. But please don’t do it while riding and especially not while riding on the wrong side of the path.

I don’t know if the bike rental companies share biking courtesies with you or not; it is my hope that they do.  If not, let’s keep it simple: stay to your right, ride no more than 2 across, keep your eyes forward.

Love, Jenny

Why I teach

So technically, it isn’t my first year teaching.  But I think it’s beyond useful to have a reminder of why you went into teaching in the first place, to have something to fall back on when you will inevitably question your chosen profession.  I don’t know if similar doubts arise in other career fields but I know the doubts of an educator all too well.  I also know the joys, the laughter, the proud moments – and that’s what keeps me (if not most of us) in this field.  During my graduate program, I wrote myself a letter and I’ve read it three times already.  Whenever I get frustrated and notice that I’m being very hard on myself, I turn to the letter.  I’m grateful that I had the foresight to write one. Perhaps it should be a required element of all new teachers.  Because you will have tough days and you will doubt yourself.  You need that reminder of why you chose teaching to begin with.  If you don’t have one, it’s never too late to write one.  Or simply watch this video.  It helped reaffirm things for myself this morning.  This school year hasn’t yet started for me but it was refreshing to kick off my transition from break to school year with this kind reminder of why we do what we do.Love Jenny