Finding the Routine

It is hard to believe its been almost 3 months since I wrote a new blog. School last semester really kicked my ass, as well as a large conference I was coordinating from 3000 miles away. Oh and did I mention I also worked about 50 hours a week on top of that at a really demanding job in a state of transition? Not to sound like a bitchy excuse maker, but suffice it to say I was completely overwhelmed.

So - I'm back. School starts up again soon so I can't guarantee I'll be posting that often, but I promise to try to post with as much regularity as I possibly can.

Life has definitely been more positive than the past few months, which may also be part of the reason for the lack of new posts. It's so much easier to write when in a foul mood or upset and processing some dark emotion. I always feel like an idiot writing about happy times. I don't want to sound like someone rubbing it in saying, "I am just so happy... blah blah blah." That to me sounds like an attention seeker farting rainbows and gumdrops on everyone's not so perfect life. Not my style.

But I also don't want to be the Debbie Downer naysayer who is a chronic complainer. So let's just call it a fifty fifty past few months. There have been some bumps in the road, but overall its been a great few months.

Something I am struggling with right now with all this down time from work is the concept of trust. Its so hard for me to really let my guard down and expose the vulnerability or real emotion I typically keep bottled up in a deep, hidden space in my heart. I feel like trusting people and really letting them in, more often than not, equals me getting hurt. And who the fuck wants to get hurt?!?

But I am not going to build a healthy relationship by shutting down and closing myself off or distrusting. I have to learn to believe it when I am told I am loved and accepted. I have to love myself. I have to accept that there will always be the potential to get hurt no matter how much I try to protect myself, and at the end of the day it doesn't make it easier by keeping those I love at a distance, it actually makes things more difficult.

In being almost a year out on my own I've learned a lot about living alone and doing things for myself. I've come to realize that even while I had a partner there physically, I was actually alone more than I realized. I still struggle to find motivation to go to dinners alone, and have a hard time at night when my tiny apartment is still and dark. I find it difficult to grocery shop for 1 and hate not having a snuggle companion to curl up with and watch TV or even just sit in silence to enjoy each others company.

But I know that as the time passes it does get easier and a new routine is established. I look at it similar to when I quit smoking. I was a pack a day cigarette smoker. Parliament Lights 100's baby. I guess since they were the extra long smokes you could say I actually smoked a pack and a half. I dedicated my time to habitually smoking for over 10 years, and have been proudly smoke free for 5. It was so hard to quit. I wasn't just giving up the one act of lighting and inhaling a cigarette, but rather a lifestyle and all the activities that I enjoyed that coupled well with smoking. I used to wake up and have a hot cup of coffee on my porch with a smoke. I used to love to smoke at sunset at the beach. I always enjoyed a cigarette after a satisfying meal. Take out the smoking from those moments and I felt like I had nothing. So I stopped all of it. I stopped sitting on my porch all together. I hardly went to the beach at sunset, until last year. It took time and patience and acceptance that things had changed before I could establish new, healthier routines. And you know what, I eventually did it. I am still smoke free and now enjoy the beach. I love a good meal and feel satisfied without a smoke after I am done. I sit outside on the deck often and taken in the sweet smells of the nature surrounding me, rather than the stench of a smoke stick.

In time I have started to establish new patterns and routines for myself, and I tell anyone going through or about to go through a divorce the following... IT DOES GET EASIER IF YOU WANT IT TO AND YOU WORK AT IT. It is a daily struggle, but you MUST NOT give up. YOU MUST look deeper within EVERY situation in order to push yourself to accepting the things that you cannot change and finding the courage to change the things you can.

I have opened my mind to a lot of things and have opened my heart to love. I am free of so many things that caused me pain and ready and willing to shed the skin of insecurity and fear and reveal all of who I am, vulnerable and raw, real and emotional.

To life I say bring it on. To you, if you are struggling, I say you are loved and you are strong and one day those giant mountains of pain become smaller rolling hills and eventually become so minor you don't event realize you're on a journey. Live life, power through it, enjoy the moments in between, and never look back. Follow the beat of your heart and the instinct in your gut.

Wishing on Eyelashes

Im sure you've all heard of the old belief that if an eyelash accidentally falls out, you can make a wish, just as you can do when you see a falling star. Like the shooting star, I seem to be a k ways wishing on an eyelash for someone to make a change or do something different or for a situation to get resolved. The belief is completely a myth.

Besides the typical wish for personal happiness, I'm always wishing these days for someone to take a chance on me. For someone to fight for me;  make accommodations.

If a shooting star crossed my path at this very moment, I would close my eyes and wish for someone to take a leap and not look back. I'd wish for certain situations to not matter as much and my life not feel so heavy with so many challenges. I would wish for a fighting chance at a better future.

No one is exempt from flaws or bad habits. We all develop them as we pass through our lives in different relationships, friendships, families, etc. I realized tonight it takes more than wishes to change these behaviors and it's important to put the work into the relationships you feel are important. It's vital to show the ones we love that they are worth it all, whatever it takes as scary as it may be, and no step is too great when it's one step closer to a fulfilling life.

When you're scared, charge even further forward. When you're unsure, make calculated moves. When you love, love hard and don't turn your back. Move toward the ones you love and away from those who hurt.

Wishing on an eyelash or a ball of gas in the sky is a useless gesture. Words are important, but actions and showing steps speaks the loudest. These are all lessons my dad tried to teach me so many years ago, and like most important things in my life, I yet again find myself learning the hard way.

Sometimes, scratch that, most of the time we only think we know it all, but the reality is we need to listen more and trust blinding in the advice of the ones who love us.

Here's to blind faith in love and future.

Voice of Exhaustion and Hopefully Reason

I’m tired today. Really freakin’ tired. Like completely dragging ass exhausted where my arms feel like they are tethered to cinder blocks and my mind just doesn’t want to focus. I woke up this morning feeling as if I had only fallen asleep twenty minutes earlier. It was that unsatisfying sleep that leaves you pissed off that your alarm is blaring in your ear reminding you that you have to be back at work in a few hours. The morning started off really rough and has left me in a perpetual funk all day so far. I’ve been feeling distant and a bit lonely today, most likely because I am so fatigued. Hopefully this delicious sandwich will help give me a tasty fuel to finish out my day on a more positive note.

I do have a lot weighing on my mind and on my shoulders at the moment. I work fifty hours a week in a position that never existed before me, so I am learning and making it up as I go. Having the autonomy to decide processes is great, but on the flip side it is also very nerve wrecking to not have a template to follow and not have any guidance. Sometimes I feel like I’m spinning out of control or wearing a blindfold, taking stabs in the dark. Somehow luckily the results are typically positive. I have a conference I’m planning that feels overwhelming at the moment due to being stagnant and not buckling down to get the work done. I have homework I need to get through, mostly reading, but my mind just isn’t there right now.  

I have a coworker who put in her 3 week notice last week and I have to say I am a bit envious. She decided based on a series of events that have happened with where she is living currently, that it is time to just pack up and head out to try something completely new and adventurous. She is moving to be with a long distance relationship and live somewhere completely new, starting a new adventure in the second part of her life. The idea of picking up and starting somewhere foreign used to be my worst nightmare. Change and unknown was like a death sentence for me and now it sounds totally inviting. I just read another article about the overinflated cost of property in Los Angeles and how a complete tear down in the ghettos of the San Fernando Valley are listed at $700K and higher. Why are people paying these prices? How is it okay for a six figure salary earner to feel like they are barely scraping by because they have a mortgage for some dump of a home in the crappiest part of the valley that they can barely afford let alone the property taxes? My coworker has the right idea. Pack up. Pick up. Get a steppin!

The idea of doing something different or even doing the same thing in a different place sounds liberating. All I’ve ever known is what I know now. I’ve seen the same landscape for almost 32 years and I’ve grown more and more distant from my city over the past 10. I complain about 80 degree winters and hate the pretentiousness of my city, or the flighty and flaky fair weather people, the overpriced cost of living, and the traffic. Los Angeles makes me feel even more alone and isolated, as if no one relates to how I think and there is no place I really fit in. I’ve never felt more like a stranger in my own city than I do these days.

My hat is off to my coworker for having the balls to say screw it; to take a giant chance. We should all harness some of that gumption and look fear of failure, fear of rejection, fear of that motherfucking unknown right in the ugly face and say “screw you, I’m going to defy the odds!” I read a Harvard Business Review article by Harvard Business Professor Clayton M. Christensen titled How Will You Measure Your Life? Don’t Reserve Your Best Business Thinking For Your Career. A part of his article discussed understanding one’s purpose in order to be a successful manager professionally and personally in your life. Christensen said, “I apply the tools of economic metrics a few times a year, but I apply my knowledge of the purpose of my life every day. It’s the single most useful thing I’ve ever learned.” After losing my dad so young I have grown to recognize the limited time we have on this earth and the one shot deal we have to make our lives worth living. Family, love, friendships are the most important accomplishments. Being the best in those three categories is my number one priority.

We don’t have any way to gauge how much time we are given to live out our lives. It is therefore vital to living happily that we do it big and do it great and enjoy every bit of the process. If it means picking up and starting over somewhere new or reinventing yourself within your own city, it is worth doing for the sake of happiness and fulfillment.

Narcissistic Personality Disorder? Isn't That An Asshole?

Over the past few months I’ve heard a few people refer to the disorder “Narcissistic personality disorder” when talking about different people and encounters in their lives. Classified by the DSM-IV, Narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) is a condition in which people have an excessive sense of self-importance, an extreme preoccupation with themselves, and a lack of empathy. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I always thought this was just an asshole?

A person with NPD may have a hard time taking criticism and may react to it with rage, shame or humiliation. They tend to take advantage of other people to achieve their own goals, have excessive feelings of self-importance, exaggerate their own personal achievements or talents, be obsessed with fantasies of success, power, wealth, intelligence and ideal love, and need constant attention and admiration. Someone with NPD will have unreasonable expectations of favorable treatment, disregard the feelings of others and have little ability to feel empathy, have obsessive self-interest and pursue solely selfish goals. 

I knew someone who was a classic case of NPD. A complete mess in reality, but saw himself as successful, talented, put together, powerful and had the greatest false sense of ideal love. He was jobless, had a broken family dynamic, was frozen in a state of disarray and fractured by the deep insecurity and shame that he tried so hard to hide by acting overly educated, too worldly for his own good, and enlightened. Yet the transparency of his misrepresentation was glaringly obvious. He at times, when letting his guard down and when motivated by selfish needs of love and attention, was charming and witty and silly, but he was so stricken with this mental disorder that he was unable to love for the sake of loving someone else and unable to truly do something caring out of a desire to make someone else happy. It was always a “what can I get if I give this back to you” type of experience with him. The worst of it was that he thought he was truly kind and deserving of this special treatment. In his ill mind he thought that he was giving back, really empathetic, and a good friend. 

I’m bringing this all up because I realize that it is more than just being a narcissistic fuck. The topic of NPD in the workplace and protected class came up in reading tonight. A case study discussed a coworker lashing out from an instance and his diagnosis of NPD justifying why he behaved a certain way was part of my assignment. These are always traits I’ve thought characterized a selfish prick, but have never considered that there may have be traumatic events or occurrences that have led someone to a mental disorder. The difference between a healthy person and someone that is a selfish asshole is willingness to get help.

In the case of my example, I think that in order to be a good friend one must really get help to gain the ability to recognize what being a good friend really is. And being healthy for me means having the intelligence and wherewithal to know when calling a friendship quits is the right option. There aren’t a ton of things we can say with 100% certainty about life and the decisions we make, but I can tell you this. Life is so short. It is vital to having a happy and meaningful life that we surround ourselves with those who give back and really love us for who we are and are willing to grow with us. 

I have so much love and support in my corner. I have incredible friends in my life and I am very lucky. To the broken, the NPD sufferers, the cold and disconnected hearts, the fearful or the bullies; to all of you out there lashing out from inner pain and struggle and those unable to be a good friend to those who care because of personal trauma, I am sorry for you. I hope you are able to look within and are willing to do the hard work it takes to live a good life. Nothing is handed to you. But help is out there.

Resist to Assist

Today was bittersweet. For over a year I’ve been doing two full time jobs at work, acting as the Executive Assistant to the GM and the Marketing Manager. Daily I have felt like I am doing both inadequately because I’ve been overwhelmed. It has been hard to do either job perfectly and as a result of all the work on both ends, I feel like I’ve let people down. Some days were so stressful I came home and literally fell asleep within ten minutes. Other weeks were a breeze. There was no stable flow to the workload and I was getting really exhausted. 

Things all changed today. We hired a replacement Executive Assistant to take over assisting the GM and oversee the daily operations of the front desk administrative staff. I put together a lengthy training manual and prepared to train the replacement all day. Amazingly enough she seems to be a self-starter and was able to jump right in with a very positive attitude to familiarize herself with the work and create a process for herself. I was impressed with her desire to be in the position and her love for assisting high level executives. 

Don’t get me wrong, I am completely relieved that my workload is going to be much lighter now and I will finally be able to dedicate my time to the marketing responsibilities and new projects as I have wanted to do for over a year now, but I am also feeling apprehensive about the change. We all know from all my other entries that I do not enjoy change. It is going to take some getting used to not being someone’s assistant, always asking if there is anything else I can do to help, always restocking a mini fridge or cleaning a carafe. I am no longer the one running out to get someone else lunch or refilling their post it dispenser, wrapping their gifts, running errands, setting up for meetings. I find it really refreshing that the replacement takes great pleasure and pride in doing the assistant duties. I wish I still had love for that type of job.

I’m nervous about the higher expectations of my performance in my managerial role, but am really looking forward to the challenge of changing my way of thinking from being an assistant to a decision maker. I am looking forward to the process of learning how to diplomatically make choices, lead and work smart in order to achieve a goal. Today really was bittersweet, but well-deserved. I hope that doesn’t sound too egotistical. I have worked in a support role alongside a management role for a long time, at several positions before this job, and am really ready to not have to worry about anticipating someone else’s needs. I am ready for more responsibility and a more important role. 

Today was about growth, change, development, new beginnings. With each day moving forward I know I have much to learn and cannot wait for that education.