Some tunes are season specific, like no Sade after Labor Day. I’m pretty strict with this as I’m very season sensitive. This last week has been a bit trying. I don’t want to let go of summer. It was that good. I started decorating my table to try and make the fall feelings start coming back. It’s just a slow start.
I’m thankful for music that works for both summer & fall, such as Kurt Vile’s newest Wakin on a pretty Daze. Turn it on and crank it up. Maybe with windows down!!!! That’s how I do it.
Related :: Band, War on Drugs. Vile’s old band. Same multi season vibe.
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Instead of a worm or a typical stroll to my hot shower, this early bird overslept by ten minutes. Doesn’t sound like much, right? At 2:45 am or around that time, 10 minutes can put me in full overdrive panic.
I jumped out of the bed. Wheeled around the foot of the bed and hit my small floor rug, spinning out of control, only stopping when I hit the wall. Boing.
It’s one of those moments you just laugh. I saw visions of stars floating around my head.
Bring on Thursday!!!
I write and talk so much about being and staying happy, thankful and optimistic that some might think I’m spiraling into depression!!! No!!!!!
All is fine. Wait, everything is just wonderful, but staying mentally and emotionally healthy is an everyday effort. It is for me at least. Purging negativity and always remembering what matters. Early this morning I read the below on the Huffington Post. Worth a share. ——-V
1. Stop believing your bullshit.
All that stuff you tell yourself about how you are a commitment phobe or a coward or lazy or not creative or unlucky? Stop it. It’s bullshit, and deep down you know it. We are all insecure 14 year olds at heart. We’re all scared. We all have dreams inside of us that we’ve tucked away because somewhere along the line we tacked on those ideas about who we are that buried that essential brilliant, childlike sense of wonder. The more we stick to these scripts about who we are, the longer we live a fraction of the life we could be living. Let it go. Be who you are beneath the bullshit.
2. Be happy now.
Not because The Secret says so. Not because of some shiny happy Oprah crap. But because we can choose to appreciate what is in our lives instead of being angry or regretful about what we lack. It’s a small, significant shift in perspective. It’s easier to look at what’s wrong or missing in our lives and believe that is the big picture — but it isn’t. We can choose to let the beautiful parts set the tone.
3. Look at the stars.
It won’t fix the economy. It won’t stop wars. It won’t give you flat abs, or better sex or even help you figure out your relationship and what you want to do with your life. But it’s important. It helps you remember that you and your problems are both infinitesimally small and conversely, that you are a piece of an amazing and vast universe. I do it daily — it helps.
4. Let people in.
Truly. Tell people that you trust when you need help, or you’re depressed — or you’re happy and you want to share it with them. Acknowledge that you care about them and let yourself feel it. Instead of doing that other thing we sometimes do, which is to play it cool and pretend we only care as much as the other person has admitted to caring, and only open up half way. Go all in — it’s worth it.
5. Stop with the crazy making.
I got to a friend’s doorstep the other day, slightly breathless and nearly in tears after getting a little lost, physically and existentially. She asked what was wrong and I started to explain and then stopped myself and admitted, “I’m being stupid and have decided to invent lots of problems in my head.” Life is full of obstacles; we don’t need to create extra ones. A great corollary to this one is from The Four Agreements, by Don Miguel Ruiz: Don’t take things personally. Most of the time, other people’s choices and attitudes have absolutely nothing to do with you. Unless you’ve been behaving like a jerk, in which case…
6. Learn to apologize.
Not the ridiculous, self-deprecating apologizing for who you are and for existing that some people seem to do (what’s up with that, anyway?). The ability to sincerely apologize — without ever interjecting the word “but” — is an essential skill for living around other human beings. If you are going to be around other people, eventually you will need to apologize. It’s an important practice.
7. Practice gratitude.
Practice it out loud to the people around you. Practice it silently when you bless your food. Practice it often. Gratitude is not a first world only virtue. I saw a photo recently, of a girl in abject poverty, surrounded by filth and destruction. Her face was completely lit up with joy and gratitude as she played with a hula hoop she’d been given. Gratitude is what makes what we have enough. Gratitude is the most basic way to connect with that sense of being an integral part of the vastness of the universe; as I mentioned with looking up at the stars, it’s that sense of wonder and humility, contrasted with celebrating our connection to all of life.
8. Be kind.
Kurt Vonnegut said it best (though admittedly, and somewhat ashamedly — I am not a Vonnegut fan): “There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.'”
Kindness costs us nothing and pays exponential dividends. I can’t save the whole world. I can’t bring peace to Syria. I can’t fix the environment or the health care system, and from the looks of it, I may end up burning my dinner.
But I can be kind.
If the biggest thing we do in life is to extend love and kindness to even one other human being, we have changed the world for the better.
That’s a hell of a lot more important than flat abs in my book.”
Best Memphis Burger Fest just wrapped up its 2nd year. These folks have put together a great festival in such a short time. Plus, with this years amazing weather Sunday, it was a big hit. I served as a judge. I giggle when I “write” served because the gig was awesome!!! Each judge got 4 full hamburgers and taste tested them on flavor, look and meat tenderness. We didn’t have to eat the entire burgers, but with one I couldn’t stop. It had the juiciest medium rare meat, a sweet bun with mushrooms, Swiss and chopped crispy bacon. If only I could buy it!! I want one NOW
One of the coolest things about this festival. The awards!!!! The Bloody Mary competition (I’m getting in on this next year) trophy has a very realistic beverage glass on the top. Then there was the adorable pickle eating contest for the kiddos. It was too cute.
At the Flashdance musical last night they were raffling off this 1995 Ferrari Convertible. Hot right? I got to go to half the performance last night. I left during intermission because 2:45 am just doesn’t allow for full shows.
My goal the last year has been to make the best out of life. Crappy work days are days I’m lucky to have and involve a job I love. How many times do we hear it. “every day is a blessing”. We all know it’s true, but if we aren’t careful our fatigue, routine and circumstances make life fly by with little to say for it. That’s why when one of our producers – the ever creative Jeremy – asked if I wanted to do some big scene in a musical coming to Memphis I said, sure – why not…. not even knowing what he was talking about, knowing he wouldn’t ask me to do something inappropriate ( I think).
Turns out it was the big water scene from flashdance the movie, where the main character uses a chair as a prop and dances all sultry around it and then pulls a chain and water pours allover her. When I realized what I’d agreed to I did think – eeeek this is going to be interesting. That’s exactly what it was. I was to perform the routine and then show it on the news as promotion for the actual show’s run.
The link for my final story
Explains water mechanisms
Introduces the crew
When I got over the embarrassment of standing on a high platform and learning the dance moves from the 19 year old lead actress who had on the most amazing tight lycra pants ( must have been American Apparel ) I actually found the simple moves fairly similar to my typical solo dance. You know the one you do when you are home alone and happy? I call it my cure dance.
Still, I only had one shot at the routine with the water, and my nerves were making me sweat. Mixed with the fact that I hadn’t had time to eat lunch, I was afraid the heat was going to make me fall off the platform and on top of the amazingly talented actress who had a show to do the next day!
I was so desperate to stop embarrassing myself on the platform that I cut off rehearsal time and said – let’s do this!! Then the most amazing thing happened. It was a mix of euphoria, exhilaration and joy. Within seconds of starting my one shot at the routine, the water started spraying at me from the floor. The coldness felt wonderful. I was under no misconception that I looked cool, but I still loved the instant relief.
If I’d said no, I wouldn’t be able to think back at that feeling. Sometimes it just pays to say yes. Why not? I get to do so many cool things thanks to my job! No is rarely an option.
I’ve always loved Oxford. It’s hard to find someone who went to Ole Miss who doesn’t get dreamy eyed when they think about their time on the square, running the pretty neighborhood streets or spending a quiet summer there.
Still, since I moved to Memphis I’ve had a strange relationship with it. When I went back I felt such strong nostalgia it made me emotional. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but so strong that I would get back home and feel confused not knowing what my reaction meant. I don’t go back that often for this reason.
This weekend though Matt was in town and we’d decided a trip to Oxford would be a perfect way to celebrate the amazing fall like weather.
We met there. In Farley Hall (in the picture above) in a journalism class. Standing with him for the first time by that building was extremely emotional. This one I totally understood. I wish I’d known at 21 we’d be back in this spot eight years later. Sure, as friends we also spent plenty of time on the square, but it was in the old lecture room, the peeling paint I can still see, that I looked at him and haven’t seen someone I was more intrigued by since. The lecture room has been totally renovated. It looks great. I walked back in there a couple of years ago and didn’t like it because I wanted it to look the exact same. I guess now that I have him I can accept progress!
I get way too worked up about the experiences of those I love. Oooh it makes me worry; I just just want them to be happy, but I knew when I looked over the table at my lil bro licking his already meat picked rip bones I’d done good. Yes- good.
It was his first trip to Memphis, and he had to have some of the BBQ he’s heard so much about. Glad he liked. There is plenty more here!
Mom, dad and Steven made the seven hour drive for a short weekend. I loved my time with them from football to hot wings with beer. I wish they lived closer but I suppose that’s life. I’m lucky Memphis is driving distance.
My favorite thing is waking up early with my parents and grabbing coffee and hitting yard sales. Mom and I fight over linens ( fo real ) while dad inspects all the goods….then there was Sunday lunch. Fried chicken in my granny’s cast iron skillet, Mac & cheese and sweet corn. Ahhhh Until next time….
I’ve been doing the news seven years now. That’s nothing compared to many of my colleagues, but it feels like such a long time ago. I barely remember learning how to do what I do. I just do it. Every day.
Recently I got to get back in the classroom with 18 other anchors from across the country. We came together at the Poynter Institute.
First as a person who values aesthetics, the Poynter Institute building in Saint Petersburg, Florida is just gorgeous. Everything about it says to me “This is a place to learn. This is a place to be inspired. Enjoy every minute!”
Notice the lovely natural wood facade with reflection pools and a feeling of the outdoors that is brought in through the buildings. Saint Pete is just amazing. Walking through the city you are surrounded by water and boats. Always a comforting feeling for someone like me who grew up along a coastal area. Plus, the city really is named after the Russian city. A Russian immigrant built a railroad on the land and brought a little bit of Mother Russia to the beach.
This was actually my third time in Saint Pete. In 2004 I interned at the NBC affiliate in Tampa and drove across the bridge into the beach community often to be around its loveliness. In 2009 I also went to a reporters class at Poynter.
I have a stack full of thank you notes to write to the people who made this opportunity possible. This weekend I’m going back through all my notes so I can share a lot of what I learned with my friends at work. There was a heavy focus on better using social media in our field. We also talked a lot about conflict resolution which is a nifty skill for any job, as I’m sure you’d agree. I won’t bore you with the other professional development discussions we had over the six days, but I walked away extremely inspired and a little bit overwhelmed, in a great way, though. Just so much material and ideas going through my mind. I spent all my time with the other anchors. It was very cool as I pretty much live a solo existence waking up extremely early and going to bed before dark. So, it was fantastic to be with people who get me. We learned from each other and had fun with each other. We are all in different stages of our careers in a business that can eat people alive. Making so many new friends was a real treat.
Then when it was over – with so much on my mind – Matt met me for a long weekend to chill out. When I interned in Tampa I’d always wanted to stay at the big pink magical looking Don Cesar hotel. It was built in the late 20’s and has gone from a hotel to a WW2 era military hospital, veterans affairs office and finally a hotel again. What an interesting property. The hallways are all crazy wide. I imagine so the hospital beds could be wheeled through. Kinda creepy cool. I call her the pink lady or maybe I read that, can’t remember.
Another treat is that before the classes started a good friend of mine from the news biz met me a day early. We had a wonderful dinner and a Cuban lunch. Mostly just laughed with each other. Friends in Meridian will recognize her as Emily Gagnon, the sports anchor from WTOK. She’s now doing regional sports. Her life is super busy with football starting! Wishing her a lot of luck covering SEC football.
That part of Florida will always excite me. I just love it.