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The Year of Yes

yesI didn’t know much about Shonda before reading her book. Besides that she is a total Hollywood badass. Creator, Writer, Owner, Producer of highly successful television franchises.

…  And of course that she’s a woman and black which makes people do a double take simply because you don’t see too many non-white males occupying positions of power in showbusiness (or let’s face it in any business).

I am not a big fan of her shows. Grey’s Anatomy, Private Practice, Scandal, How to Get Away With Murder. Not that I dislike them … For one reason or another, I just never watched any of them beyond a few episodes.

But by the time a smart friend told me to check out her book, Shonda had already won me over with two of the elements that help make TV shows hits: 1) positive Word of mouth and 2) a good title: The Year of Yes.

The book chronicles Ms. Rhimes’s efforts to spend an entire year outside of her comfort zone, creating positive changes in areas of her life that she had previously ignored or repressed. Her relationships, her body, her self-confidence and personal presentation. In situations where she’d reflexively have said “NO,” she challenged herself to instead say yes, potential humiliation be damned.

Wouldn’t you know it, turned out her biggest fears were never realized and she ended up pleasantly surprised by how much more fun and rich life could be. You can tell that’s where the book’s headed, but knowing it doesn’t make the reading process any less enjoyable. Ms. Rhimes brings us all along for the ride through the good, the bad and the horribly embarrassing in a way that’s familiar, soul-bearing and fun.

Beyond the basic self-help theme — which I loved and was ever receptive to having started the book during the first week of January — I identify with Shonda Rhimes on a personal level

1) she is a working woman in the TV biz who’s a mom to three

2) one moment she’s aware of her own narcissism, the next she’s insecure as a mofo

3) she gave her 3 daughters literary names. I especially love Emerson (my American lit hero and a name I always wanted for one of my children)

4) “veal practice” … this is how she describes periods of extreme inactivity in her past. My college bestie and I have discussed our own veal periods in the very same terms.

5) what a feminist she is, how she doesn’t force herself to conform to dominant social norms like marriage. How she honors and creates her own kind of life and own kind of happiness.

In short, the Year of Yes is now on my list of ride or die books, and Shonda Rhimes is a legit shero to me. Brava to speaking your truth for the benefit of others! yesyesyes!shonda

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i am not a mommy blogger

eyesi repeat:

I AM NOT A MOMMY BLOGGER.

the very moniker sends shivers up my spine. i don’t like labels, and i especially don’t like labels that reduce me to only one of the many roles i play.

plus, i have been blogging for over a decade. i was blogging well before it became a cultural trend … and way way before i became a mother.

now, in the age of facebook & twitter, seems like everyone is expressing themselves digitally. posting pictures of pets, food, children. opining about the most mundane, ephemeral effluvia.

and despite knowing better, we keep logging in to read/hear/see all of this unremarkable crap. why? to make ourselves feel superior? to be a little less lonely?

regardless, today, blogging has taken on a more personal, retro feel. it somehow seems more dignified than posting on social media. it allows me to keep my personal musings contained in one designated area, controlled by me.

plus those who read this have sought it out. unlike on facebook where you can thrust your banalities into everyone’s consciousness with one casual undiscriminating click.

so here i am, again, blogging. same as it ever was. but don’t call me a mommyblogger … or i will beat you.

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2016: the year ahead

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yoga
writing
reading things that make my brain work
dates with my hubbs
deep breaths
gratitude
home improvement
time with friends

LESS

obsessive fixation on phone and social media
crappy eating
worrying about things i cannot control
guilt
holding back (thoughts, ideas, words)
kvetching about how exhausted i am

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2015

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It was a transitional year. Back to work after having the babe. Learning to multitask work and new motherhood. Attempting to retain my sanity whilst juggling marriage, three children, a dog and two cats, a demanding career, 3 hours worth of daily commuting. Daycare, play dates, sports, travel, constant schlepping. Buying a home and all the paperwork and maneuvering that entails. Struggling (and ultimately failing)  to keep up my exercise routines, personal relationships and creative endeavors. But never losing the desire or intention. Knowing I’ll get back to those things eventually. Turning 40 and being so excited for what’s ahead. Loving being a Mommy and adoring my ragtag crew. Recognizing and cherishing what I have while I have it.

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Thanksgiving

I am so grateful for my husband and my children and my family. For everyone’s health and happiness. That we all get to be together and laugh and enjoy our days. For the privilege of being a Mom, a guide and a coach to life for three precious souls. For the purpose they give me, for the humility they’ve engendered in me. For the kisses and hugs and laughs and surprises. For my husband, the most selfless and giving, fun and supportive man I could ever have hoped to meet. For the warmth and comfort of our home. It’s small.  It leaves a lot to be desired, but it’s ours and we all know we are safe and warm and loved there. For my Mom. So happy to have her and to finally really understand, at age 40, all the sacrifices she and my Dad (RIP) made over the years to give me and my brothers a good life. For my brothers and their families, whom I cherish to my core. With whom I love to be, and just hang. I know how lucky I am. When I was younger I may not have understood or appreciated all I had, but that’s the beauty of getting a little bit older. You don’t take anything for granted.

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Disney

Disney is an amazing example of American capitalism and its extremes…. Incredible imagination, innovation and the merchandising of both. The best story telling on every level, and a consumer focus and service mentality that pervades all. The Magic Bands, Fast Pass system … How they manage data and move people around both physically (crowd control) and through their Sales funnel (share of wallet). How they celebrate the old (It’s a Small World) while kicking ass with the new (Frozen). From a business perspective, I was in awe.

But on a human and cultural level, it was disturbing. The incredible excesses to which people take things: eating junk, drinking soda. As portrayed in the subversive Disney flick Wall-E, many rely on scooters to avoid the simple act of walking. Going from one glazed over state of non-presence (staring at phones and tablets) to another (passively consuming manufactured entertainment experiences). Is this really the stuff our collective dreams are made of?

Alas, we went for the Littles… To give them “a magical experience” and in that regard, mission accomplished.

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Book review: We Are Not Ourselves

I just finished reading it. Thoughts:
1. I’m glad I read it. Wow.
2. I didn’t read any reviews of it or anything like that but there were many parts when I was thinking, “A man wrote this. This is not how a woman would think or describe things. Even an emotionally repressed woman like Eileen Leary.” I don’t mean it was insensitive, just that it wasn’t 100% credible to me. But it’s fiction so that’s fine. Besides …
3. The world and the ethos were eerily credible. Blunt force credible. My God, it was like the story of my family and those of my fellow second and third generation Irish Catholic American immigrants in NYC brethren, all wrapped into one familiar tragicomic tale. The feelings of love, dread and poetry.
4. And then you get to this point where you’re like …. SHIT! Is this it? Is it all misery? A tale told by an idiot signifying nothing? Like reading the obits as a twisted form of entertainment (Irish sports pages)?
5. But then you read the letter from Ed to Colin … and all is understood.
6. And you feel for Eileen and the fact that she could never fully love or appreciate what she had while she had it. That was her hamartia.
7. And you are reminded to hug your loved ones and treasure the moments… And read more.

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scenes from a morning

jfcyour husband has early morning meetings in the city today so you are doing the dropoffs before heading in to the city yourself. you are already bleary eyed because the baby would not/could not sleep last night. she finally fell asleep on your bed and is sleeping past 7 am — which she NEVER does. so getting the kids ready for school isn’t easy, because you can’t leave her (she might fall out)!. your 10 year old sliced a bagel in half for your 8 year old to bring in for lunch. except she did a butch job and her little brother is disappointed by the breaddy nubs, and you feel badly for not doing it yourself. and well fuck it the dog won’t get walked today — he’d better do his business out back. somehow you get yourself dressed, maybe a brush through the hair but no makeup. the kids off to school, the baby to daycare, the par parked and caught the train in. check your email to learn of a powerpoint 911. and nobody is in the office yet to correct it. it is you … and some miserable schmoe sitting next to you on NJ Transit… and it’s only 9 a.m.

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bad mom haiku

Bad Mom prays for rain

No soccer games this weekend

Please please please please please

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over the hill

81QxBklBO6L._SL1500_It’s been about a month now and I’ve gotta say, I like being 40. Not that it’s so different from 39 or the preceding years, but the perception shift is enjoyable. I was raised to be one of those “nice girls,” but with each year that passes I care less about whether people like me. Am I sloppy, careless, bitchy? Dunno, maybe a little depending on the day and the context. But overall I’m good with myself and if you don’t like it, bite me.

Also liberating is not caring what I look like as much as I once did. If I manage to get make up on, I’m pleased. But  if not, oh well. Society is so dumb for valuing women based on their appearance. If only I could have back all the energy, time and dollars wasted on vain attempts to fix things about myself that weren’t wrong to begin with.

Now that I’m no longer a spring chicken, I don’t even have to pretend to live up to the beauty ideal. And when I do get dolled up, it’s for myself because I deserve to feel good (and my husband … he deserves it too).

Also, it’s not the end of the world if I’m carrying around a few extra pounds. Hubbs and kids couldn’t love me more than they already do, and I like how I look in clothes. There are much more important things to worry about right now than my waistline. So that’s that.

Worry: it still lords over me like a sword of Damocles but, less so than it once did. Years of experience have shown me that worry is a waste of time. 99% of the time the worst case scenario does not materialize. And when it does I have the fortitude and support to deal with whatever comes.

I have friends who complain about being old which is absurd. 40 is young. I’m planning to be around for at least another 40. The way I see it everything up to now has just been training for what’s to come. Maybe I’m foolishly optimistic. Maybe I’ll just be going sideways for the remainder of my days on Earth … catering to my kids and having no personal growth and nothing of my own to look forward to. But I don’t think so.

There is always something new to learn. A new challenge. No matter the age. What I like about this time is that I realize that … and I still have a relatively young and functional body … no aches or pains or conditions to deal with. I am so very grateful for my health and the health of my family. I know what I want and how to pursue it.  So yeah, this is 40 and I dig it.

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