Getting warmer

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My visit to the Metamorphosis & Migration exhibit, Oakland Museum of California.

Yesterday on Cup of Jo, the fantastic Caroline Donofrio wrote about a five-word quote that she said changed her life: “Cool is an emotional straightjacket.”

Whoa.  Whoa.  That really got me thinking.  It really is.  How often do we censor ourselves for fear of what other people will think about us?  Maybe it is reining in enthusiasm about an interest that isn’t “cool enough,” or swallowing a sentiment because we feel obligated to “play it cool.”  Maybe it is putting down other women to seem like the “cool girl.”  Or maybe it is putting that favorite sweater/jacket/scarf/hat/whatever back in the closet with a sigh, wishing it were still “cool.”

The prospect of living my life in an invisible straightjacket seems terribly sad.  We are bombarded by admonitions to just “be yourself,” to “live authentically.”  But what does this mean?  I like to think I am forging my own path.  But when I get dressed in the morning, when I chime into a conversation, when I choose the restaurant for a group night out?  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want the approval of others.

Perhaps this is a part of that ever-elusive self-care: to truly allow ourselves to be.  Be unique, be freer with our affections, be engrossed by the things that make us smile, be supportive of our fellow women without fear of not being “cool enough,” be unencumbered by what we think is expected of us in a million tiny ways.  Of course, this is an enormously difficult task.  But by recognizing this propensity for what it is rather than move invisibly constricted through our days , we can make an important first step.  Recognize that second-guessing, recognize the holding back, and act accordingly.

Caroline closes with his gem: “After all, the opposite of cool… is warm. Doesn’t that sound nice?”  It does, Caroline.  It really does.

 

The small and the daily

“Because it’s true: more than the highlights, the bright events, it was in the small and the daily where she’d found life.”

-Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies

I took this photo while walking my dogs one morning, utterly struck by these tiny perfect flowers in the most unexpected place.  They were an excellent reminder that beauty doesn’t always come with fanfare — sometimes it is the smallest little detail of a daily routine that can make us smile the most.

…and morning seemed light-years away

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Interior view, SFMOMA

“Twenty years was yesterday, and yesterday was just earlier this morning, and morning seemed light-years away.”

-André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

Time is such a fickle, fluid thing.  We swim through it daily, but understand it so little.  Some hours drag, while days can flash by in what feels like an instant.  I’m not sure there is anything we immerse ourselves in so completely that we experience in such varied and mysterious ways, except for maybe love.

Putting my ̶b̶e̶s̶t̶ foot forward

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After the rain, Galerie d’Orléans, Paris

Being a perfectionist with anxiety is a difficult combination.  For years I thought procrastination was a bad habit I couldn’t seem to kick.  Recently, though, I have realized it is more of a symptom than a bad habit.  I habitually worried so much about whether I’d truly be able to do my best, and whether that best would be good enough, that I put things off until the fear of complete failure eclipsed the fear of “not good enough.”  Ta-da!  Last minute, there I was.  Stressed and harried, procrastinator extraordinaire.

I am starting to teach myself that sometimes, good enough is just fine.  The old adage of “just do your best” can be problematic for me because I always think I can do it a little better.  Was this my best?  Not quite, I should work harder.  Put more time into it.  Stop being so lazy and do more.  It wouldn’t end.  The negative feedback loop was on repeat, all the time.  So now I am learning that some days I am inspired, and most days I can put forth excellent work.  But if I am having an off day, it is okay.  Putting one foot in front of the other is better than freezing into perfection-induced paralysis, because then I am still making progress.  And if I am having a really bad day, that is okay, too.  We can’t be full speed ahead, all the time, every day.  The world has seasons and rhythms and so do we.  I read an article last month that keeps coming to mind — how winter is a great reminder to give yourself permission to slow down — and I’ve been trying to take that to heart.  Slowing down sometimes is okay.  Stopping to recharge sometimes is not only okay, but necessary.  Huh.  How novel, right?

We can be our own worst critics more often than not.  I seem to be very good at reminding friends and the people I care about to slow down and take good care of themselves, and not very good at treating myself with the same care.  “Treat yourself the way you would a good friend” seems a bit trite, but it is more difficult than one might think!  Would I berate a friend for being too tired at the end of the day to take on an extra project?  Of course not.  Would I call them lazy and tell them to put in more effort when they are already doing good things?  Never.  Perhaps it is time we all give ourselves some gentleness.  Our society seems built on more-better-harder-faster, which can make it difficult.  But the world needs more kindness right now, and starting with oneself can be a quietly revolutionary thing, indeed.

Little things

acs_0033“Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.”

-Georges Bernanos

Today this little trio of vases in our entry is making me smile.  Sometimes it really is the little things.

Vases (l to r) via Target, Heath Ceramics, and West Elm

somewhere else

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Street view, San Francisco

“This person, this self, this me, finally, was made somewhere else. Everything had come from somewhere else, and it would all go somewhere else. I was nothing but a pathway for the person known as me.”

― Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

I’m wishing I were somewhere else today.  It is one of those days where you wish things could be different, but you aren’t sure how or why, and you have no idea how to get there.  Perhaps it is our human craving for stability juxtaposed with the ever-changing nature of the universe that has me aching.  Or maybe it is just the middling-ness of it being Wednesday.  Some days are for blazing trails, but today I am just quietly walking my pathway, wishing it would take me somewhere.  Somewhere else.

That’s my jam

 

This weekend I took some time on a gloriously rainy Saturday afternoon to putter in the kitchen and make some jam.  This seemingly simple project was one literally years in the making.  There was a tea bar years ago that served a lovely afternoon tea, including homemade spreads and preserves.  One of my very favorites was their strawberry black pepper jam, and I missed it when they closed up shop.  Cue the very-occasional brief longing, and then the inspiration to make some myself, and then the busyness that inevitably made me forget about it for another year, and then another… and another.  How many times do we think, “I’d like to do XYZ,” and then it hits the back burner as life and to-dos and work take over indefinitely?

Well, my friends, this was the day.  I used this recipe from Epicurious, doubled the quantity, and added a good amount of cook time to get the jammy consistency I wanted.  It turned out delicious, and I spent a very happy weekend eating my preserves on toast with a bit of chèvre.  I also now have 8 little jam pots (very Meg from Little Women, although mine jelled!) sitting in the fridge, ready to be enjoyed or distributed to loved ones.

Not only did I finally get my jam, but the whole little adventure got me thinking about the want-to vs. the have-to.  We’re all very busy, all the time.  We have tons of things we have to do.  I commute a long way, so it often seems that my downtime is even more scarce than most.  But the immense satisfaction of enjoying something you really want to do outweighs even the most efficiently handled to-do list every time (and believe me, I love a tidy finished to-do list).  Let’s resolve to find more time for the want-to.  Schedule it, prepare for it, treat it with the same priority as the rest of your to-do list.  It may seem like less “fun” if it is something you have to schedule, but it will be so enjoyable to actually get to paint that watercolor, go explore that new bakery, make that jam, or learn to knit when you finally do make time for it.  Trust.

 

 

In honor of women

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“The Future is Female” T-shirt, The Reformation: From the Word to the World exhibit, Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens

#MeToo

#TimesUp

#WomensMarch

#Feminist

This is our time.  This is the time for all of us to stand up and be heard, to feel empowered, to love and be loved, to look forward to a better day, to create a better future for all women.  This is the time for us to stand up and take a bow for the hard work we’ve put in, for the tears we’ve shed, and for the miles we have walked.  This is the time for us to take a moment for ourselves, to breathe deeply and close our eyes, to square our shoulders and move up and out into the light.  This is the time for us to be heard, to be respected, and to rise up into a place of equality.  This is our time.

Happy International Women’s Day.  Stand up, and stand proudly.

Keep reading, keep thinking

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Christopher Wool, Untitled, 1989

“In general, literature is a natural adversary of totalitarianism. Tyrannical governments all view literature in the same way: as their enemy.”

–Ismail Kadare

I have been getting bogged down in the never-ending slog of bad news — conflict, stupidity, bias, hate, tension, sexism, violence.  This quote was a great reminder that even on days when I don’t have the energy to do much, I can at least keep reading and keep thinking.

“No one is in it.”

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“That meadow scene is the first thing that comes back to me. The smell of grass, the faint chill of the wind, the line of the hills, the barking of a dog: these are the first things, and they come with absolute clarity. I feel as if I can reach out and trace them with a fingertip. And yet, as clear as the scene may be, no one is in it.”

― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

These paintings from my visit to SFMoMA are on my mind today.  They sort of match my Wednesday mood.  In-betweens.  Almosts and not quites.  And in the midst of it all, quiet.