36 years

2018 has been a weird year for a lot is reasons. My grampa died in January. That meant a trip to Ohio. And it meant that I thought a lot about being 16, because being 16 was the first year of my life that I ever thought Grampa “saw” me – who I was, why,…

Uncomfortable

You remember how I said that maybe “uncomfortable” was going to be my word for the year? I changed my mind. That can stop at any time. I meant the positive side, the growing, the stretching, the doing of scary things. Exhilaration. Saying yes.

April 2018 recap

    Wait, where did April go??   I showed myself compassion and love: A few of my favorite things: I worked from patios, I went to patios without working, and I read a lot. I dogsat for The Best Dog Ever and got some snuggles while also getting paid. I tried a new Lao…

March 2018 recap

  Ok, March. Here’s how that went down. I showed myself compassion and love: A few of my favorite things: I visited a flower farm, hung out with a lot of dogs, had a bonfire and spent time on patios. I read my updates from the Shine app, which is pretty great for reminding me…

Oh, hey there

How do I catch up? Mostly: 2017, man. Wow. It was a tough year, and to be honest, Trump’s presidency and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad things he and our elected officials are capable of took the wind out of my sails. And my job sucked, and then it was gone. And then…

Wrapping up 2017

Well, to say this year got away from me is an understatement. I got more and more involved this year with my neighborhood council, running the website, leading and participating in committees and joining the executive committee. I find joy in that, but also frustration because it takes time, which is limited. I’m working on…

2017 goals: January progress

1. Do what I can do to make a difference. In January, I was sworn in as a resident board representative on my local neighborhood council. In my zone, we have about 100,000 people, including students from our local Cal State University. I ┬ámarched in my local Women’s March on Jan. 21. I counted homeless…