4.30.2014

Stop and Smell the Roses, Dammit.

This past Sunday, there was an art festival of sorts in San Diego, in a cute and quaint area called Little Italy. I delightfully signed on to go to the festival since I have a slight hippie spirit. I enjoy live music, sunshine, drinking good beer outside, and talking to strangers that are like-minded.

Two of my friends that came were not thrilled to be there. Bothered by the crowds and waiting, they had something to eat and rushed home to watch TV shows. Now, I know not everyone has to like the same things I like, but I think something is lost when we forfeit real human connection for the cold glow of a TV set. Being around (and enjoying) other humans is what a festival/fair is all about--heck, it's what life is all about. When did it become hard for people to just let things be? Everyday, I've been trying to focus on taking in all the happenings around me and not worrying about what needs to get done the rest of the day. In other words, stop and smell the roses, dammit.


Or in this case, stop and smell the italian food. That's amore!

Yummy pizza comparable to italy at Isola Pizza Bar

Because by leaving early they missed a few great things:


  • Running into Big Al the harmonica player, who *attempted* to play "My Cherie Amour" when I requested it. 

  • Brie the bartender giving me a discount on my scotch mixed drink. 
  • Cool art. 
  • A few live music performances. 
  • Oh, and life. 





Pretty sure the TV can't get give you all of that. I don't care that I'm being pushy. PUT DOWN THE NETFLIX, and TAKE A DAMN WALK OUTSIDE. And go find some roses, kid. They're all around!

4.28.2014

Conversations with Male Coworkers, Vol. 4

Working with all men is a funny business in and of itself: 

Me: Mind if I turn on the AC? It's getting kind of hot. Maybe because I've been eating food with chili flakes in it.
Z: You also have the furious hell fire of a woman.
Me: That too.

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Me: *sigh*
Z: You totally let out a perfect sigh. It said: "I'm full, I'm tired, and I can't be bothered to write stuff and do things."
Me: Hahahahahaha yes.You understand the language of sighs from women.

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J (looks at a Mercedes very low to the ground): He's laying frame!
Me: Right, here comes the car language again. Laying frame, slamming...I'm learning so much.

4.25.2014

Happy Friday!


I do hope you have one of these in your hands once 5 o'clock rolls around. If you don't know what "one of these" is, then I pity the fool...

4.23.2014

Because You Can't Wait for Life to Make Plans for You

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One of the things I miss about London (besides London itself) is being so close to so many other countries. I really miss my monthly trips to foreign lands! I know, I know #firstworldwhitegirlproblems. I was always making fun plans, researching my next move, going on numerous adventures...I felt alive. 

Coming back, my plans dwindled and I felt more trapped, stuck and stagnant. A few weeks ago, I finally realized I had to change. I've been on the up and up, lately. It's a slow movement upward, but it's UP for once. You can only lay at rock bottom for so long before you realize, "man, I need start making plans toward the life I want, rather than letting it all pass me by."

Those plans do not include a move anytime soon, but rather that I get moving in this city. Here are 10 things I am doing to reclaim my throne as Queen Ashley, Trier of New Things (my official title).

1. Therapy: This is a big one. I'm only going once every two or three weeks, but it's major. It's all about changing your thinking.

2. Reading: The therapist recommended a book: There's Nothing Wrong with You: Going Beyond Self-Hate by Cheri Huber. Basically, a book to help evaluate the negative thoughts in your head, and how you just gotta push those suckers out!

3. African Dance Class: I've been signing up for more random crap I haven't tried before. On the agenda tonight? An African dance class, because I think it will be a freeing experience!

4. Capping the Amount of TV I Watch: This one is HUGE for me. As much as I like Mad Men, I don't want to be stuck inside, watching episode after episode (of sometimes depressing material). This is not the time or place for that.

5. Getting Outside: I now force myself to get outside at least 3 times during the work week. Even if I'm feeling lazy or in a Netflix mood (see # 4), I force myself to take a walk instead.

6. Finding and Talking with other European-Minded Folks: Meaning, people who have left the bubble and like talking about it. There's a world out there, and it goes beyond this office/town/country! And when I find these people, it makes a HUGE difference in my day.

7. Saying Yes to Invitations: When I moved to London, a very wise friend told me, "Don't turn down an invitation to go out, unless you're deathly ill or you have 3 cents in your bank account." I'm going to utilize this theory in San Diego as well.

8. Stopping the Comparisons: London is not San Diego, and vice versa. I'm notorious for comparing, which is fun when having a debate, but it's unhelpful when trying to adjust. When I feel myself comparing, I stop that thought process and think about what I do like about my surroundings.

9. Taking Linda's Advice. Follow the link!

10. Bringing My Mind to the Present When it Wanders: I can see myself on a train, sipping a coffee, heading to a different time and place than here. The problem with that is I end up losing now in the process. I don't want to lose the very minutes before me. It is those minutes that hold precious plan-making opportunities, or very real connections I could be making with those around me.

These are small plans; however, they are all plans that will slowly reorient me toward a life I want to live. I'm getting on track to once again living a life that's actually full of life, not just surviving from day to day. I've felt the difference, and I'm making the plans to get back to living. Because I can't and won't wait for life to make plans for me.


4.12.2014

You Are Not Alone (So Tell Your Story)

The other day I went grocery shopping and ended up chatting with the cashier briefly. She happened to bring up that she had taught in Japan for two years. My ears perked up.

"How have you been doing since you've returned?" I asked.

She looked me straight in the eyes with a sadness I instantly understood, and said, "It's been hard."

"Yeah, I came back from London about 9 months ago, so I know just how you feel!"

"It's like...you've lost your spot. Right?"

I nodded my head and thought to myself, "She gets it!"

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These moments are magic to me. So magic, I'd almost call them a divine reminder that we are never alone in our struggles.

The danger lies in never telling our story for fear that no one will understand. Plenty of fellow nomadic souls understand. Whether you need to speak with a therapist, a friend, a fellow wanderluster (in my case), or a brick wall (but maybe find a person instead)...TELL YOUR STORY.

...Tell your story because it's important, and you're important.
...Tell your story because it will help you heal.
...Tell your story because everyone deserves to be heard.
...Tell your story because what you're feeling is not ridiculous, and somebody understands!

Because there's something powerful in the ability to connect with other people--other temporarily lost souls that may not be lost for the same reason, but feel the same existential longing within themselves. I will tell you that once you start baring your soul, you will not be able to stop. You are not alone, so tell your story.


4.10.2014

Perfectly Acceptable Ashley

It perfectly acceptable...


  • to believe I have special powers when in my mind I think, "Man, I could really use some cornbread!" and then an hour later my coworker happens to bring enough cornbread to share. Guys, I'm magic

  • To profess every Friday National In N Out Day at my work, where everyone is required to eat In N Out together (this has worked twice so far). 

  • To have a cronut and a maple bacon donut in one outing (I may have developed a stomach ache later in the day).

4.07.2014

Conversations with Male Coworkers, Vol. 3

Conversations I hear or are a part of in an all-male working environment...

Z: The worst thing would be if the zombies and robots rose up at the same time. We'd have to fight both.

(There is some variation of this convo everyday--zombie apocalypse, robot takeovers, guns you should own for such takeovers, etc.)

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Me (to my emo coworker): You look like Monday morning.
J: Don't even talk to me today.

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Z: I’m going to start a Live Action Role Play Dueling Society.
Me: What?
Z: We’re going to have our inaugural duel on the anniversary of the Aaron Burr duel.
Me: This is a thing??

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(After I bring a Eucalyptus Mint soap to the office)

B: That soap is amazing! 
J: Yeah thanks, Ashley, I do appreciate a good soap. 
A: It makes my hands tingly! 
Me (thinking to myself): Men are abnormally obsessed with pretty-smelling soap! 

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(to preface this, A is your usual web developer type--sometimes awkward, but mostly nice. Obsessed with all things Japanese)

A (whispers): Ashhhhhley...
Me: A, stop being creepy!
A: Then I have to stop being A (makes a said face). 
Me: haha! That was actually funny, A!

4.02.2014

How I Met Your Mother, A Review

Ugh, the finale...well I'll get to that at the end, hold tight (yes, this post will contain spoilers!).

I came to How I Met Your Mother late in the game, breezing through each season by way of Netflix marathons. I saw the evolution of the show quite clearly, and so I offer my humble thoughts...

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HIMYM is especially talented at both succeeding and sucking. There were moments where the show had such insightful epiphanies that I actually felt inspired, and then other moments where the plot was so ridiculous I had to roll my eyes. And that's the main issue I've always had with HIMYM: the characters easily teeter between charming and relatable to completely unbelievable.

But here's where HIMYM wins:

  • The characters are awkwardly funny, and I love that. Ted's nerd jokes are cute, and the use of colloquial phrases like "just...just...okay!" is so darn clever I wonder why other shows never figured to do the same. 
  • The past was frequently brought up. Other shows seem to treat life events as moments later forgotten, barely mentioning them as the seasons go on. HIMYM is more realistic in this realm. The characters bring up the past OFTEN, even ruminating at times. This is life, this is how we are. 
  • The long-running inside jokes make the show. The slap joke (lest we forget Slapsgiving) is genius. Lily's fascination with kissing Robin is mentioned throughout. Ted's architecture factoids are frequently added and laughed at. Oh, and the interventions are my favorite!

So, the finale. The series finale was a major letdown (MAJOR LETDOWN! *salutes*). The reason is three-fold:

1. We spent a lot of time growing attached to the mom in the last season, and explaining that she dies in a matter of 5 seconds--in between a mish-mosh of milestones and major events--was insensitive and infuriating.

2. Speaking of, the finale was so overplotted it sucked any emotional power out of said milestones (except for Barney's daughter's birth, since Neil Patrick Harris is a compelling actor).

3. It's hard to accept Robin and Ted ending up in the end because, honestly, the love connection there is weak. We already fully accepted that Robin and Ted were not meant to be...A LONG TIME AGO. To have all this build up to the mom (who is so freaking cute, and we don't get enough of), only to return to the tired Robin/Ted dynamic is ultimately a poor choice. Or at least, it was done poorly. Overall, there was too much focus on Barney and Robin, the wedding, and Ted moving on that I had a hard time being content with a blue french horn ending.

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Ultimately, the show went on for two many seasons. Had the series been shortened, the episodes fine-tuned, and some of the ridiculousness taken out, I would have thought more highly of HIMYM. Even still, it succeeds somehow in its imperfection. There's something adorable about this cast (who look real and not like supermodels, THANK GOD), and most notably, the iconic bar scene that kept the show plugging along. I'll cheers to that (with a glass of scotch, of course).

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