but you can't take the Island Girl out of the girl.
that works, right? makes sense anyway?
wrapping up a week in Aruba, no doubt I was Nantucket Naugs literally squeezing in an hour at the beach this morning in spite of a 4am bedtime and our 10am departure for the airport.
give me a towel, a little purse with some gum, my wallet and lipgloss in it, and get me on that sand - I'm home. pics to come... but I wanted to get this post up so it makes the May tally.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Perspective
I posted this pic to facebook today toting a tagline that said "a little perspective on this Tuesday afternoon:"
Little B looking so tiny. My apartment so grown up and yet such a work in progress at the same time. Patio seating I bought in January that doubles as living room furniture and a desk chair. I like to think I am doing great though - as the picture my graphic designer friend gave me for my 20somethingth birthday in November says.
I don't - however - think I am better than anyone or anything. And I am airing a grievance I have with people who do. People who aren't team players. People who believe themselves above. Because I deal with such people day in and day out and it is taxing. It is tiring. It is disheartening and disappointing and actually depressing.
To me anyway. Because I'm all about community this year. Come to think of it, I may be all about community in life in general. I work by myself from a home office, I moved across the country solo, and I may not need to have support before I set off in pursuit of something or other, but I'm still a team player.
And I still prefer team players to egos.
It's all how you look at things, so I'll give people the benefit of the doubt that they're simply shining the only way they know how... and we're all born to shine, so Lord knows I can get on board and support that, but I just don't think in the long run those lone riders do too well. I think we're better for humbling ourselves. I think we're appreciated and lauded even for giving of ourselves.
You need help, call me. I got your back. I'm game. I'll say yes. What does it hurt to give a little time to extend one's self ever so slightly. Even to go above and beyond. There are plenty of days when you won't have to or won't be called, but the thing about "doing great" - great is arbitrary, it's fluff, it's a throwaway, the idea is, the point is... you're doing.
Little B looking so tiny. My apartment so grown up and yet such a work in progress at the same time. Patio seating I bought in January that doubles as living room furniture and a desk chair. I like to think I am doing great though - as the picture my graphic designer friend gave me for my 20somethingth birthday in November says.
I don't - however - think I am better than anyone or anything. And I am airing a grievance I have with people who do. People who aren't team players. People who believe themselves above. Because I deal with such people day in and day out and it is taxing. It is tiring. It is disheartening and disappointing and actually depressing.
To me anyway. Because I'm all about community this year. Come to think of it, I may be all about community in life in general. I work by myself from a home office, I moved across the country solo, and I may not need to have support before I set off in pursuit of something or other, but I'm still a team player.
And I still prefer team players to egos.
It's all how you look at things, so I'll give people the benefit of the doubt that they're simply shining the only way they know how... and we're all born to shine, so Lord knows I can get on board and support that, but I just don't think in the long run those lone riders do too well. I think we're better for humbling ourselves. I think we're appreciated and lauded even for giving of ourselves.
You need help, call me. I got your back. I'm game. I'll say yes. What does it hurt to give a little time to extend one's self ever so slightly. Even to go above and beyond. There are plenty of days when you won't have to or won't be called, but the thing about "doing great" - great is arbitrary, it's fluff, it's a throwaway, the idea is, the point is... you're doing.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
it's getting hot in here...
literally - like I think I may need to start using my AC. In April - kenya believe it?!
But anyway, I digress... also steaming up is the news story about legendary averse-to-marriage-actor George Clooney popping the question to London's fancy lady lawyer Amal Alamuddin. And I guess I'd been wondering what my fourth post in as many days would be about but now there's no doubt it's simply to e-high five the author of this article and repost it here, now that I've read it and reacted by giving a hearty applause to it halfway through:
Amen is what my coworker wrote before g-chatting me the link. Amen is right.
And as I have said time after time...it's always always worth the wait. *Especially if the pay off for waiting is George Clooney.
But anyway, I digress... also steaming up is the news story about legendary averse-to-marriage-actor George Clooney popping the question to London's fancy lady lawyer Amal Alamuddin. And I guess I'd been wondering what my fourth post in as many days would be about but now there's no doubt it's simply to e-high five the author of this article and repost it here, now that I've read it and reacted by giving a hearty applause to it halfway through:
Amen is what my coworker wrote before g-chatting me the link. Amen is right.
And as I have said time after time...it's always always worth the wait. *Especially if the pay off for waiting is George Clooney.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
I get lipstick now!
Like, I get it. The reason my mom/grandmother/aunts will never leave home without putting it on. And why they always say it would finish whatever outfit I'm wearing or look I'm going for.
I get it because I found this perfect shade at Origins when I was in NYC for the first wedding of the 2014 season last month and lured in to the store on the Upper Upper West Side by the sign out front advertising free mini facials. (First of all, look at my skin in this picture, I mean, their product and the girl who did my mini facial worked wonders for sure):
But back to the point about lipstick - so I keep finding myself doing double takes before going to bed the nights I've come home from something I've worn the lipstick to (a networking event/date, an audition, improv class, puppy class) because it's long staying lipstick and even as I'm brushing my teeth or putting on my pjs, I'm struck by how pretty I look/feel thanks to the perfect hued stain.
So lovely. It's so lovely to feel pretty.
I get it because I found this perfect shade at Origins when I was in NYC for the first wedding of the 2014 season last month and lured in to the store on the Upper Upper West Side by the sign out front advertising free mini facials. (First of all, look at my skin in this picture, I mean, their product and the girl who did my mini facial worked wonders for sure):
But back to the point about lipstick - so I keep finding myself doing double takes before going to bed the nights I've come home from something I've worn the lipstick to (a networking event/date, an audition, improv class, puppy class) because it's long staying lipstick and even as I'm brushing my teeth or putting on my pjs, I'm struck by how pretty I look/feel thanks to the perfect hued stain.
So lovely. It's so lovely to feel pretty.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
I wrote 10 scenes of a screenplay this weekend...
what did you do?
Kidding.
Not the part about the writing. I really did that. I also wrote the scene headings for the other 24 scenes which felt like a pretty big accomplishment in and of itself.
Blake Snyder's rule is 15 beats, but there's no limit to scene counts other than "as many scenes as are necessary to tell the story, but no more."
I'm sure whatever you did this weekend was considerably more eventful and at the very least leagues more social than what I did, but next weekend I'll be on a retreat in Malibu which is actively inactive.
An old college friend of mine texted me late last night (by west coast standards, which meant is was real late by east coast married friend standards) and concluded that my life "sounds freaking awesome."
It is.
It's just also monastic.
Oh I rescued my puppy this afternoon - from a pack of big dogs who clearly own their corner of the dog park (noted for future reference) and were excited about the prospect of snacking on poor little B in all his glorified fluffy/easily confused with a cat-ness. So that got my pulse racing.
But yeah, otherwise - it was a slow SoCal sort of weekend. Back to the grind in 9 hours. East coast agenting style - never you fear.
And actually - sorellina, and whoever else happens upon this little account of the life and times of LA Naugs, look forward to two more posts in the next three days. Can't let the last of April slip by without reaching my 4 count in honor of the 4th month :)
Kidding.
Not the part about the writing. I really did that. I also wrote the scene headings for the other 24 scenes which felt like a pretty big accomplishment in and of itself.
Blake Snyder's rule is 15 beats, but there's no limit to scene counts other than "as many scenes as are necessary to tell the story, but no more."
I'm sure whatever you did this weekend was considerably more eventful and at the very least leagues more social than what I did, but next weekend I'll be on a retreat in Malibu which is actively inactive.
An old college friend of mine texted me late last night (by west coast standards, which meant is was real late by east coast married friend standards) and concluded that my life "sounds freaking awesome."
It is.
It's just also monastic.
Oh I rescued my puppy this afternoon - from a pack of big dogs who clearly own their corner of the dog park (noted for future reference) and were excited about the prospect of snacking on poor little B in all his glorified fluffy/easily confused with a cat-ness. So that got my pulse racing.
But yeah, otherwise - it was a slow SoCal sort of weekend. Back to the grind in 9 hours. East coast agenting style - never you fear.
And actually - sorellina, and whoever else happens upon this little account of the life and times of LA Naugs, look forward to two more posts in the next three days. Can't let the last of April slip by without reaching my 4 count in honor of the 4th month :)
Saturday, April 26, 2014
...what will get you out of bed in the morning
My puppy, Little B (not to be confused with my pound puppy, Bubba, on the right):
just bolted after the plush felt covered neon colored frisbee I bought him when it was more than half his size, and I was soooo struck by the jolt of energy he exhibited. I don't know how but I managed to trick him into sleeping in for an extra couple hours after he got up to go to the bathroom at 7, and if you could have seen him stretching out on the couch and lazily waking up 20 minutes ago you would have thought he'd straight up grown out of his puppy activity levels...but one toss of that frisbee and zip - he was back in the game.
And this happens every morning before I start work at 6am when I'm in LA. After a quick walk and quick breakfast he's all systems go for zooming around my apartment, fetching whatever toys I fling across the room, chasing his tail like a wild animal.
It's so funny. It's so inspiring. I wonder if there's anything I can wake up and get excited about doing instantly the way he gets excited about playing.
Made me think of that line from Fall In Love, the Arrupe Prayer.
And this happens every morning before I start work at 6am when I'm in LA. After a quick walk and quick breakfast he's all systems go for zooming around my apartment, fetching whatever toys I fling across the room, chasing his tail like a wild animal.
It's so funny. It's so inspiring. I wonder if there's anything I can wake up and get excited about doing instantly the way he gets excited about playing.
Made me think of that line from Fall In Love, the Arrupe Prayer.
Nothing is more practical than
finding God, than
falling in Love
in a quite absolute, final way.
What you are in love with,
what seizes your imagination, will affect everything.
It will decide
what will get you out of bed in the morning,
what you do with your evenings,
how you spend your weekends,
what you read, whom you know,
what breaks your heart,
and what amazes you with joy and gratitude.
Fall in Love, stay in love,
and it will decide everything.
- See more at: http://www.ignatianspirituality.com/ignatian-prayer/prayers-by-st-ignatius-and-others/fall-in-love/#sthash.xHNb9kvi.dpuf
finding God, than
falling in Love
in a quite absolute, final way.
What you are in love with,
what seizes your imagination, will affect everything.
It will decide
what will get you out of bed in the morning,
what you do with your evenings,
how you spend your weekends,
what you read, whom you know,
what breaks your heart,
and what amazes you with joy and gratitude.
Fall in Love, stay in love,
and it will decide everything.
- See more at: http://www.ignatianspirituality.com/ignatian-prayer/prayers-by-st-ignatius-and-others/fall-in-love/#sthash.xHNb9kvi.dpuf
Nothing is more practical than
finding God, than
falling in Love
in a quite absolute, final way.
What you are in love with,
what seizes your imagination, will affect everything.
It will decide
what will get you out of bed in the morning,
what you do with your evenings,
how you spend your weekends,
what you read, whom you know,
what breaks your heart,
and what amazes you with joy and gratitude.
Fall in Love, stay in love,
and it will decide everything.
- See more at: http://www.ignatianspirituality.com/ignatian-prayer/prayers-by-st-ignatius-and-others/fall-in-love/#sthash.xHNb9kvi.dpuf
finding God, than
falling in Love
in a quite absolute, final way.
What you are in love with,
what seizes your imagination, will affect everything.
It will decide
what will get you out of bed in the morning,
what you do with your evenings,
how you spend your weekends,
what you read, whom you know,
what breaks your heart,
and what amazes you with joy and gratitude.
Fall in Love, stay in love,
and it will decide everything.
- See more at: http://www.ignatianspirituality.com/ignatian-prayer/prayers-by-st-ignatius-and-others/fall-in-love/#sthash.xHNb9kvi.dpuf
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