Winter is coming!

Over the summer, I dove into Game of Thrones. (Seriously, nerd-ed out and not ashamed). Pretty sure it's what kept me afloat in the midst of partial employment and staying at my mom's. For those of you who don't know the Stark family motto (who are you?!), it's: Winter is coming. They say it at least once an episode. You can thank me for that pop culture tidbit when you answer the winning question at your next pub trivia night. Anyway, the weather is beginning to get chilly and my toes are constantly cold now, so I know winter is indeed coming even though it's only the middle of autumn and by all accounts it's been pretty damn warm.

But I hate the cold.

The other thing that's occupied my time is training for a 1/2 marathon that takes place NEXT SUNDAY. (Holy shit you guys I'm getting excited!). It's my first race since high school! I've trained for the past 4-ish months and feel good about my race goals: 1. Finishing and 2. Having a new (read: first of its kind) PR.

I've also been pretty obsessed with the ladies of Tone It Up. I started this program about a month ago and have lost inches--hooray! For some reason (moving, all the feelings, boredom), I gained weight while in Greensboro and after moving home. I know you want to see a before and after (because I sure would!) but just envision me with chubbier cheeks and the rest the same. Let's just say I wasn't feeling my best.  (Jeez, that sounds like such a girl thing). So, I bit the bullet, started doing the workouts, and am now one of those annoying people who talk about the most recent bandwagon they're riding. Check it out.

Suffice it to say this has been a fluffy update but I kind of like that. I'm excited about some fitness and fingers crossed with have a cool, fun, salaried job by the new year (y'all cross your fingers and toes too). Updates on that later...

A photo posted by Kate (@_katesutton) on Oct 10, 2014 at 3:32pm PDT

Saying goodbye

Last Thursday was my final day of work at Kids Path and last time teaching at Revolution Hot Yoga as a Greensboro resident.  Even though I've been looking forward to moving to Raleigh for a while, it was so surreal thinking about leaving my jobs and co-workers.  One thing that kept running through my mind was/is how ironic it is to be a grief counselor (i.e. one who helps people figure out how to say goodbye) and say a cascade of goodbyes to the people, places, and meaning of my experiences in Greensboro.  Nothing like the ending of something to facilitate a wave of nostalgia.

Funny, too, how I keep relating these goodbyes to grief work and how similar the feelings and reactions of ending something like a job or leaving friends can be to grief over death.  In the counseling world, we call the ending of a client relationship or group, "termination," and some even use the term death.  There's a sense of permanence even if sometimes the goodbye is more like a see-ya-later.  So, it's not too much of a surprise to me that I've been feeling cranky this weekend (granted, it's a challenge knowing it's OK to feel cranky and actually letting myself feel that way).  My task is giving myself the permission to be brave enough to take the time I need to adjust and slow down.  Too often I want to rush ahead and figure out what's next, filling my plate back up before I've even digested what's happened. 

Well, here it is, the Monday after my last day of work, saying goodbye to all of my clients and co-workers and friends, and moving to Raleigh.  Yesterday, I felt less of the Sunday blues...though more of a sense of "What the hell just happened?!"  And today, it's a little weird not going to work at Kids Path.  So, I'm digesting.  I think in this case, saying goodbye to a part of my life and integrating it in a new way is going to take a while, which, admittedly, I wasn't totally prepared for.  The bright side of the goodbye, though, is that I get to feel/think/say it and understand how important and meaningful that is.  

Bye, Greensboro!  It's been real.

Home Alone

I found this image on one of my favorite blogs, A Cup of Jo.  Pretty sure I'm a cliche...like, one of those girls that says, "My dream is to go on a cross country road trip with my dog" only to have her boyfriend say he's heard that line a billion times.  Yes, that happened.  Whatever.  All I know is 1) I want to do that and 2) I'm guilty of three or four things on this list (minus the cat (weird) and Zumba (double weird)).

Seriously, yoga in your underwear in the living room is the best.  Chocolate in the morning is a balanced breakfast (my mom told me so and she's a nurse).

We interrupt your day...

for a bit of existentialism.

B and I email back and forth during the week.  Sometimes funny stuff, sometimes research-y articles, sometimes cool, design-related things.  I just noticed that for the past few weeks I've been sending him a lot of existential articles about things like anxiety and death.  Obviously, grief over leaving a job in grief work is coming out in my email habits (which makes me laugh about how real/absurd/normal/crazy that is).

So, instead of emailing B these links, I'm going to take a break from subjecting him to my sad, nutty world of internal processing and share it with you instead.  You lucky, lucky dog.

First, this act of This American Life made me sob (I mean, heaving, "What the fuck?!" sobs that actually felt really good).

Second, if you're feeling anxious, here's a little something to put it all in perspective.

Third, an article that I did, in fact, send B.  I've tried using this trick a few times and it is really helpful.  

What I'm Listening To

"Graceland" by Paul Simon--not the single... the whole damn album.  Loved it for a long time.  Lots of reasons why...cultural, political, musical... Plus, we share a birth year.  And who can forget Chevy Chase in "You Can Call Me Al"?

Here's the full album.

If you're into "research" (especially these legit links) about the album, check it out:
Wikipedia (duh)
The Guardian from 2012
Someone's dissertation (Thanks Jonathan Greer!)
NPR's "All Songs Considered"

Mala update

65 days into my 108-day yoga mala.  How's it going?  Hard.  But not in the "go hard" sense.  More like mental gymnastics.  Getting to yoga class is sometimes difficult because of my work schedule or because I already taught and don't feel like going back to the studio after working and teaching.  And physically, taking the class isn't an issue.  The toughest thing has been convincing myself that I'm still doing yoga AND doing my best if I do a 5 minute home practice.  

I came at this challenge with simple guidelines: "It doesn't have to be pretty.  I don't have to do yoga for a set amount of time.  I just need to get to class or do a home practice once a day until May 15, 2014."

Well, overall, I've managed to do yoga at least 5 times a week.  Pretty good, right?  There's just this little annoying part of me that says "You're not doing it right and pushing hard enough!" that makes me feel kind of anxious about not reaching my goal.  Like, it's all a wash if I don't take a balls to the wall yoga class every day for 108 days.  Or, 5 minutes doesn't really count as yoga, so I may as well not do anything at all.  Or, even more self-sabotaging, if I can't tell other people that I did this challenge the hard way, and get their gold star of approval, then I failed.  Hellllooooo Perfectionism.  

So, I put on my counselor hat and asked, "What would I tell a client who might be in this position? What imaginative strategies might give me the key to unlocking some of this bullshit?" 

1) Acknowledge Perfectionism--understand some of that self-sabotaging thought

2) Go with the simple guidelines and accept the fact that it makes me feel uncomfortable to feel like I'm taking the easy way out

3) Maybe even expand or change the guidelines so that I can include teaching as part of "doing" yoga--It's my damn challenge; I do what I want.  If it makes me anxious to "miss" classes because I'm feeling stretched and need a break, then TAKE A BREAK and include your time already spent in the studio!

It just so happens that I'm reading Brene Brown's book, The Gifts of Imperfection, at the same time as this challenge.  Letting go of that Perfectionism is going to be a good practice in the midst of this transition to Raleigh--something I'm doing for me just like this mala.  With 43 days left to go, I'm going to try giving myself a little grace.   

Celebrations!

This weekend was all about birthdays: my sister's quarter century bash and my Grammy's 94th(!).  I am so lucky to celebrate them! 

Ally planned a 70s themed roller skating party which turned out to be hilarious! So much laughing and solid fun! 

Here we are American Hustle-ing. We capped off the night by shutting down the rink with an interpretive couples skate to much applause. 👯

Also got to celebrate Grammy with a tea party. I recently read an article about your "spiritual age" (i.e. How old you feel or imagine yourself to be) and asked Grammy about it. Grammy said sometimes she feels young and sometimes feels 100 and never thought she'd live to the year 2000. For her spiritual age she stated "in my 40s because I was very busy then and helping people" and proceeded to list the zillion things she's done. This is a lady who likes having something to do. I guess that's a nugget to take from her experience: keep busy and help people. At 94, she still does despite hearing and vision loss and sometimes feeling 100. 

So much fun with my sweet family and friends in Raleigh this weekend! I can't tell you how freaking excited I am about moving here very soon. Every time I get to hang out with folks here it just feels like home...like this is what's been missing all along...and it's comforting to know I've made the intentional decision to step into the unknown and follow my heart to where it feels at ease. At this point, I'm six weeks away from diving into the joyful unknown of possibilities that lie ahead here. 

Until then, here's capturing what's present and real and adorable right now:

Goodnight!

K