I know this isn’t the first time I’ve talked about Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way on this blog, and it probably won’t be the last. Whether you’re making a living as a sculptor, a dancer, a lawyer, or a clinical nutritionist, it’s important to nurture your creative side and set aside time to play.
Something Cameron talks about is taking yourself on “artist dates,” and while I try to be nice to myself as I would a person I’m dating and not be overly critical or impatient, I tend to slack on actually taking myself on “dates.” I’m making this weekend an exception, though.
I’m not going to lie–the past few weeks have been full of very positive things (starting a new job, finally graduating with my MS in clinical nutrition after 4 years of hard work), but they’ve also been some of the hardest weeks I’ve had in a while. A lot of it is run-of-the-mill New Schedule stress, but also some really emotional stuff (thanks full moon lunar eclipse). Often, Big Things/Big Changes = Big Feelings, so no surprise there. Just. Wow. It doesn’t help that it is seriously, like, Leonard Cohen-style “wash my eyelids in the rain” weather. Read the rest of this entry »
Do you ever just get so tired you feel like a raging idiot?
In the past few weeks since starting my new job, I’ve done some funny sh!t:
- walked smack into a wall while getting ready for bed—so hard I had a bruise for a whole week. Totally sober, might I add, just not wearing my glasses in the dark. If I had a ring on the “taken” finger, I’d probably have gotten pulled aside at work and asked if things were okay at home.
- ordered some chia seeds and had them shipped to my old address
- wrote “2017” for the date. Um…
- made a recipe I should have known I wouldn’t love—the recipe itself is actually an awesome easy dinner idea, but I was so out of it, I forgot that I am not a fan at all of Laughing Cow wedges—they make me feel like I’d been tricked into eating “diet food.”
- almost wrote a tube feed order for 1000 ml/hr instead of 100. Whoops.
- forgot to take off my bra for a massage. The massage therapist actually unhooked it for me when I was lying face-down and helped me out of it. It was both cute and weird.
And to think I have a f***ing Masters degree now…
Do you do stupid and/or weird stuff when you’re tired?
So wow, it’s my official first post-grad What I Ate Wednesday. I kind of neer thought I’d be able to write that. Thank you as always to the lovely Jenn of Peas & Crayons for hosting the weekly link part. Take a visit to see more WIAW from other bloggers!
My graduation stay started with a fire in the basement in my building, but ended with lobster and chocolate fondue. So hey.
- Breakfast: A hurried bowl of Greek yogurt with berries, cereal, and sunbutter
- Lunch: Giant salad, scrambled egg whites, and toast with avocado
- Dinner: a few pieces of a delicious sushi roll, (unpictured) oysters, steamed lobster with broccolini and sauteed spinach, fruit dipped in chocolate fondue, sauvignon blanc
What’s your ultimate celebration meal?
Happy Graduation Day to me.
So yesterday, I talked a little bit about the unexpected. Go figure, this morning, when I’d planned to sleep in and enjoy a leisurely morning at home before doing the cap & gown thing, I woke at 6:15 to the smell of smoke. At least it wasn’t like that time in 2007 when I woke to a big, burly fireman pounding on my door telling me to get out of the building.
Fortunately, the problem had been taken care of by then and by 7:30 the elevators were running again, even if the lights in all the hallways were out.
So much for a relaxing morning! I went and hung out in a Starbucks for a while before doing a free Zumba class at the Athleta store. I kind of love that I spent the morning before graduating with a Masters of Science dancing around in a store window and laughing about my inability to tell my left foot from right.
Another day, another adventure. Happy Monday!
So wow, this has been a great last weekend as a grad student—equal parts mellow and fun. I even slept in until 9 this morning!
- Lunch with Mom when I was passing through NJ for a doctor’s appointment Saturday
- A friend’s Bday dinner here (I will definitely be attempting to recreate the kale caesar salad I had as an appetizer—so good) and drinks here
- Coffee at this new place, which kind of feels like an airport hotel lounge—in a good way
- A surprise Neil Young binge that’s gonna take a few days at least to shake
Tomorrow I’m graduating with my MS in Clinical Nutrition & Dietetics. In some ways, it almost feels like my first day of grad school was last week (it was actually 4 years ago today), but in others, it’s like it was a lifetime ago.
5 years ago, I moved to NYC to be with a guy I’m not even in touch with anymore, thinking I’d do my freelance writing and part time PR job until I found something in publishing. Hah! If someone had told me I’d feel compelled to seek out a job with an alternative health care practice and decide to go back to school to study clinical nutrition because of ghostwriting a Chinese medicine blog, I’d have laughed.
The main lesson I’ve learned is that when you follow your intuition to what feels good and what feels right, it’s hard to go wrong, even if it’s not always easy or doesn’t make sense right away. I can’t lie, it’s been awesome—lots of good surprises along the way. I love what I do, and even on the stressful days, I usually still feel like this:
“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down, ‘happy.’ They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”
Cheers to that. Thank you, thank you thank, you for all your support and encouragement along the way.
After the graduation ceremony the other night, all the interns—I mean, grads—mingled for a while at the reception before slowly breaking off to have dinner with our families. With a group of folks who focus on food every day, of course there was a lot of discussion about where everyone was going.
When my parents first asked me if there was somewhere in particular I wanted to go (I’m having a hard time remembering the last time I went out for a “fancy” dinner), I drew a total blank. Then I remembered a conversation I’d had with a classmate about Rouge Tomate, which actually works with an RD in their menu development, using an approach they call “SPE,” which stands for Sanitas Per Escam (Health Through Food) and revolves around three elements: sourcing, preparation, and enhancement.
In short, they feature beautiful food prepared with an eye toward healthy living—the kind of thing I was not really sure my dad would like. Luckily, he was game to give it a try. Read the rest of this entry »
So yeah, when I went back to school in May of 2009, I couldn’t even begin to wrap my mind around the idea that I would be doing a dietetic internship—much less finishing one! But what do you know…tonight is our official graduation ceremony.
It’s certainly been a wild ride of a year, and I mean that in the best way possible. I’m filled with a bright, warm sense of gratitude, but I also have to be honest with myself and acknowledge the fact that I worked my ass off to get here. With a licensing exam to take and an MS to finish (and oh yeah—a job to find), there’s still more work to be done, but as I was talking about the other day, the Great Unknown brings a lot of wonderful things with the challenges.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to go back to my 22or-23-year-old self and tell her to stop crying about not knowing what was going to make her feel fulfilled and happy (and somehow manage to pay her bills). Aside from the fact that those are some big, ever-evolving things to ponder—hardly the stuff one fully sorts out just sobbing at the dinner table to a bad-news boyfriend—I’d tell her to do her best to stay present, note the things that felt right, and pursue those things, just let it all unfold.
I would also tell her to actually use the hairdryer her mother bought her, but she’d probably just tell me to go f*** myself.
What would you tell your younger self? What might your younger self say back?