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Sorry for the delay in posts!
I've been unusually busy ironing out running groups, volunteering, visiting
family and, well, Netflix.
2012 comes to a close today and that
seriously slipped my mind because unemployment for me means that all of the days
kind of run together. Since the last six months of 2012 has been mediocre at
best, good riddance!
Don’t get me wrong, there were some
fabulous bright spots like:
- Running the Peachtree Roadrace and visiting some of my favorite law school friends in Atlanta
- Moving to a city I love and now living in a great place with a cool roomie in an awesome neighborhood
- Running the Hana Relay in Maui with some (but not all) of my favorite Wellesley friends
- Visiting friends in NY (city and Long Island)
- Friends’ weddings, engagements, positive bar results, pregnancies and new babies
- Thrifty fashion accomplishments: D&G gold lace dress ($90), Theory silk tank ($2), DVF tank top ($8) that I purchased at Clothes Encounters of a Second Kind.
- Successfully poached eggs and made hollandaise for the first time ever for Latkes Benedict (infra)!
- Received two Au Bon Pain coupons after (for a free sandwich/salad AND soda) complaining to them about messing up a sandwich order when I traveled to the Sixth Ring of Hell (ie Port Authority) for Thanksgiving
For the most part though, I’ve spent
the past six months wondering what happens when my savings finally run out and
I have no employment (next month!), where I can get some awesome lengua tacos
in DC and why I bothered to go to law school anyway (because I’ve always wanted
to be a public interest attorney but maybe I should have just gotten that
Masters in English/MFA like Professor Emeritus Finkelpearl suggested. He
made this comment after telling me I was “very bright” but not working to my
potential regarding a particular analysis in 17th Century
Literature. I admit to being somewhat lazy for that paper. Ever
read one of John Donne’s elegies? No? Don’t).
Anyway, now is the time to make
resolutions and I shall share them with you, my nearest and dearest.
1. Run more. I’ve been averaging about four days a week and would
like to bump that up to five. It has gotten a little more challenging
because it is getting colder but, thankfully, my dad bought me another pair of
cold weather tights for Christmas: Saucony’sWomen's Omni LX Tight II. I’ve run
in them twice and they held up to CT cold so DC should be no sweat. They
are warm, comfortable and actually long enough, which is sweet. I now have TWO
pairs of running tights. Yes. Two! I feel like a Rockerfeller. Sadly, I
only FEEL like the offspring of a millionaire oil tycoon. I would like to
resolve to run a race a month, but that cost money. Has no one ever heard
of a free fun run in the DC metro area?!
So, I resolve to eat better, more frequent, more balanced meals.
If your News Years resolution is to
lose weight, I can tell you from personal experience that being unemployed,
moving to a walkable city and running in order to stave off a mental breakdown
have all worked really well for me! I wouldn’t recommend it, but I do fit into my Lund era jeans again!
S 4. Slow my
roll. So the top definition of Slow Your Roll in Urban Dictionary says:
Term used to inform a
homie that he's getting outta control and he might want to shut the hell up
before he gets beat the hell up.
"Yo dawg, you better slow your roll fool."
That’s not exacttttttly what I
mean. As homies go, I don’t run my mouth that much. No one has
every threatened to beat me “the hell up.” I guess that’s a good thing… I
much prefer part one of the second most popular definition:
1. Slow Down. Be Calm.
2. Slow down your game. Stop coming on so strong to a female.
2. Slow down your game. Stop coming on so strong to a female.
1. "Slow your roll homie, I'm tryin' to relax up in this
mutha."
2. "You'd
better slow your roll junior player, you'll just get shutdown down out going
like that."
I
need to calm down, relax, embrace que sera sera. I don’t want to be the
homie preventing
people
from relaxing in this mutha!
On a side note, I loathe the use of
“female.” No one ever uses “male.” I certainly don’t tell my friends, “So
this male walked up to me and stroked my face from temple to chin” (True story,
happened in Havana and I was so flustered I conjugated “tocar” wrong when I
yelled
at him not to touch me. Commands are
tricky!).
5. Buy Less Clothing. This
is not a problem now since I am broke, but I am going to try to buy fewer new
clothes and more second hand clothing. I've always been a thrift and
consignment store shopper and I prefer natural fibers so I've never been a
Forever 21 person, but this book Overdressed: the Shockingly High Cost of Cheap Fashion,
has definitely made me more conscientious about my shopping habits. I
highly recommend the book, by the way.