on another note…

May 18, 2011

I just found a worm on a strawberry I was about to pop into my mouth, bought from a local farmer. Reminds me of the time my mother made me a BLT as a kid, and I just happened to open the sandwich and look inside, only to find a big fat green worm on a piece of lettuce. I guess that is what you get for being on a buy local, sustainable food sources kick.

Buy local! 😛



May 18, 2011

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. – Anatole France

I’ve been at my current job for almost 3.5 years now. That’s a standard amount of time before a next move. Friday is my last day. The position I’m moving to is a great opportunity, pretty much exactly what I want to be doing. So why am I getting so sad as my end date nears? Having said goodbye to a few people already, I can’t help but want to cry each time I do. It’s not like I’ll never see these people again. But even if I still work with them, it will never be in the same capacity. It will not be the same.

Why is changing so hard, even if the change is for the best? I was cleaning out my cube today, cabbing home with all my items while looking longingly at the city. I will miss everyone, I’ll miss my work, I’ll miss working in the city, and I’ll even miss my bosses and the daily greetings from the security guards. So while many people leave their jobs because they aren’t happy, that isn’t why I am leaving. Sure, certain things weren’t ideal, but I love the work that I do and most of the people I work with. It’s just that an even better opportunity presented itself that was tough to pass up. Even if it requires change.

If you aren’t willing to change and step out of your comfort zone, you aren’t willing to grow.  And if you don’t grow, you aren’t really living.  With that, I’m trying to make myself feel better. Because even though I am moving on to a great opportunity, it is scary. It is unknown. It is difficult to say goodbye. But in the long run it will be for the best, even if it means leaving all that I’ve known for the past three years. My daily routine will change. My circle of friends might change. While it’s sad to say goodbye, I must embrace it. Because the only thing constant in life is change.

yoga update

May 4, 2011

I went to Hot Divorced Yoga Instructor’s class the other night. I have been going religiously the past couple of weeks to not only get in shape for Mexico, but because I know his class is great for spinal alignment, which apparently I need given the bulging discs in my cervical spine. So this week I walked into the class and noticed this woman looking slyly at him with a smile on her face. Clearly in love. Given his known allure, this was not surprising to me.

Hot Yoga Instructor makes it a point before class to go around and introduce himself to new students and to also ask about any injuries they may have. He got to this woman and says “do I know you?” Clearly joking. That’s when I realized that this woman was indeed his ex-wife. On the mat right next to me. Awesome.

So all class I got to watch them oggle each other and saw her watch him with an eagle eye as he helped position other girls. Quite amusing; you could basically feel the jealousy spewing out of her eyeballs. I got particular enjoyment when he’d call out my name during the class to make sure my injury was okay. I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my skull actually.

Prior to the class I happened to stalk his Facebook page and noticed that his relationship status had changed from “married” to “it’s complicated.” Oh it’s complicated alright! You are divorced, neither of you wear rings, she is randomly going to your yoga class, and you both smile knowingly at each other throughout the class. It was actually quite amusing because I knew the girl on the other side of me was wondering which one of us he was smiling at throughout class. Given the proximity of our locations, I think she thought it was me. Phhhh in my dreams.

Hmm, I wonder what they did after the class. It’s complicated.

A Day in the Life of Sara, on bike

May 4, 2011

I’ve been riding my bike a lot to work recently, knowing I won’t be able to ride so easily to my new job. Taking advantage of my baby, if you will. I park her in the parking garage while I’m working, to keep her safe. She likes it there. One evening last week I’m heading out, and there is a steep very curvy exit ramp out of the garage. There is also a gate at the top of the hill that folds down when you leave to let the cars out. As I’m heading up the hill, I note that I’m behind one car and then I hear another car come speeding up the ramp behind me. I better hightail it up the ramp to avoid getting run over. As I near the gate, one car is leaving. Notably, the person behind me speeding up the ramp is the Director of my office.

Now, I have no idea what in the world would have possessed me to do something like this, but for some reason my mind told me to follow the car in front of me out and over the gate while it is still down. Keep in mind that this is never something that has crossed my mind in the past. In fact, when I happen to leave behind a car and the gate is down, I have never once thought to myself, “oh, I should follow the car over the gate!” Why? Because the gate could come up on you folks. That is why. Now, I don’t know if I was trying to show off for the Director behind me, or if I was scared he was going to hit me, or a combination of the two, but I thought I’d be cute and test my luck.

I follow the car over the gate. As if in slow motion, as the front of my wheel hits it, it starts to raise. But I don’t give up. I’m going to see if I can make it over this gate before it is fully upright.

One wheel made it over the gate. I’m honestly not even sure how one wheel made it over, being that it was virtually upright at this point. But it did. I fell over, the bike is straddled over the gate, and I look behind me to the Director who is just staring at me with a big “O” on his face. I wave at him noting that I’m okay, as if this is just a normal everyday occurrence for me. As this is happening, a girl walking by witnesses the whole thing and has to get her two cents in.

Girl: I can’t believe it just did that to you! (literally)
Sara: I can’t believe I just did that to myself.

Realizing I’m not injured at all, I then speed off into the sunset. Very gracefully I might add.

Miraculously, I was okay. But my bike is not; she has a lot of scratches and red paint from the gate embedded into her frame. It’s really quite sad, but I guess the damage could have been worse. And of course, I made a complete fool of myself in front of the Director of my office. Good thing I’m leaving.

Just another Day in the Life of Sara, on bike.