Count Your Blessings

My apartment is currently occupied, so R and I are staying elsewhere in Brooklyn via AirBnB. (Full disclosure, I am also an AirBnB host.) And it’s a really cute place – exposed brick, roof top, sunlight in the bedrooms. But overall, it just doesn’t hold up against my apartment – I really, really, really love my apartment. (‘Our’ apartment if you want to get all technical.)

It’s the small perks like being on the backside of the building and not having to listen to street traffic. It’s having giant patio doors as windows that open onto a balcony (albeit a tiny one that’s barely wide enough to fit chairs). It’s the fact that my faucets get hot as soon as you turn them to hot, and the shower has real pressure behind it. It’s the benefit of having a multiple closets! I could go on. No really I could, R and I went on for a good while.

Sometimes we complain about the rent, or the fact that they might be raising it on us, but honestly, I don’t care. I love my apartment and I’m grateful we found it right when we did.

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Count Your Blessings

What It Means to Climb

R and I went to Brooklyn Boulders last night. For his birthday, I had gotten him a membership, and we figured we’d take the Learn the Ropes course together for fun. To be honest, I wasn’t sure how fun it was going to be. If you recall from my Trapeze Class post, I’m pretty terrified of heights. But all in all, I had a great time.

I learned how to make the 8-knot, the double 8-knot, the fisherman’s knot; learned the language (Belay on! and Take! Take!!! — which means pay attention I’m coming down, which I said a lot); and figured out all the gear – the harness, the gri-gri, the shoes etc.

The other interesting part of it, is the trust. R was belaying for me as I climbed and it was not easy to let go of the wall or conquer my nerves. I had to keep looking down to make sure he was paying attention – and when you’re 15 ft up, you really don’t want to look down.

I also had the bad habit of climbing about 3/4 up the wall and then wanting to stop. Not because I was physically tired, but because I was starting to get intensely scared and I figured 3/4 of the way up was high enough, especially on my first day! Apparently, this attitude is not approved of in the climbing community. Whenever I stopped and was ready to go down, our instructer, Bill (who was absolutely great!) would just laugh me off and say yup, yup, keep going, to the top. And so damn him, I would turn back to the wall and very nervously, clutching for dear life, climb to the top. I did this 3 times. All the way to the top of the wall! I’m not a climbing prodigy or anything, I didn’t use specific routes or have to deal with inclines or anything, but it was incredibly rewarding to conquer some fears.

And it made me realize that in life, I reach a point and I stop. Fear, discomfort, what it is, it stops me in my tracks and I say to myself, well, guess that’s good enough. But damn it, it’s not. And I guess this is what people mean when they say you can’t do it alone, because if it wasn’t for Bill or R, I wouldn’t have kept going. Sometimes we have to ask for help to keep going.

It was a totally new experience — I’ve never done anything like it and it was really fun. If you’ve never tried climbing, I definitely recommend it. It can be pretty intimidating, but everyone — at least at Brooklyn Boulders — was really nice.

What It Means to Climb

Brilliant & Not So

The other day I had a really smart (I think so) epiphany.

You know how the homeless always have cardboard signs that say things like “I’m homeless, please help,” or “Can’t find a job” or “I’m down I’m on my luck.” What self centered scribbles, seriously. Think of the cardboard sign as a cover letter. What’s the first rule of a cover letter? Make it about the other person, not yourself. I wonder if homeless people would get more return if there cardboard said something like, “This will never happen to you. Show your gratitude,” or “Do you want to feel good today? Please give.” I don’t think those are perfect examples, but there’s a clear difference in message. [Side note: My mind may be so twisted by advertising, that yes, I am in fact writing a blog post about how the homeless could better market themselves.]

This was a big self-esteem booster considering my airport bathroom blunder earlier in the day, which involved accidentally tucking the back of my dress into my skivvies. I was a good five steps out of the bathroom when a very nice mom-type tapped me on the shoulder and whispered hushly, you’re dress is up. It took a second for me to understand those words in that order in this context of the airport, and was like OH!! And immediately took care of the problem, only to get red in the face and quickly shuffle over to R to find a seat. Eep. ::face palm::

Brilliant & Not So

Daily Delight #74

When was the last time you watched tv at 7 am? The neice and nephew had me awake, they were watching Baby Einstein, which is uber cute (except this episode was about Australia – lame). But when they left, I flipped through the channels and found SAVED BY THE BELL! Whoa. Blast from the past.

Side note: my feminist learnings was making me wonder why Zach was the one to win the Bayside Brain Bowl as Jesse and Lisa stood aside him dumbfounded. Oh, Zach you are the center of the universe.

2nd Side note: The winning answer to the Brain Bowl was to name all the planets. Pluto was the final planet Zach pretended he didn’t know, but bam, he knew it. Pluto. Ha.

Daily Delight #74

Daily Delight #56

Knowledge is Power. Oh that was cheesy.

I’ll be the first to admit I have some body/eating issues. But between being a vegetarian and all this training, I decided I should go see a nutritionist and see what’s up. She was super nice and gave me a lot of info and target ranges regarding calorie, protein and carbs intake.

I signed onto Fit Day which is one of those free sites that’ll track what you eat, the nutritional breakdown, your physical activity etc. etc. So I put in my stats today, all my meals and snacks and wine, as well as my 3 mile run.

I’m about 400 calories under what I should be and about 150g below a good carb-intake. No wonder I feel so burnt out and un-energized sometimes. I literally don’t have the energy inside me.

This was a helpful little eye opener. I’m going to keep track of things every couple days to get an average. Because if this ‘being under’ is normal, I’ll definitely need to improve on it. I also think it’ll help when I’m traveling because I definitely think my eating gets out of whack then.

So, yup, it’s neat. Look at me taking care of myself. 🙂

Daily Delight #56