Monday, January 23, 2017

I was There (Women's March on D.C.)

The night before the march, my dad implored me (like any good dad would) to reconsider going.
"You have kids to think about and come home to."
His well-meaning words gave me pause (and a fair share of knots in my stomach/anxiety).
I shared my thoughts with my husband and quickly crafted an email to my dad (knowing I would have gone off the rails or lost my nerve had I called him). 
Here it is:

Dad,
I value and deeply respect your insight & advice perhaps more than anybody's. I thought about what you suggested; that I reconsider going to DC tomorrow & I am sticking to my plan.
There are security & safety protocols in place tomorrow. The march is legitimate, has a permit and immense support from the city's law enforcement. I'm confident this will be a peaceful demonstration.
Obviously I'm going to be cautious, but I'm not worried about violence.
I bet most of those rioters likely didn't even exercise their right to vote, nor do they even understand what their purported "cause" is.
This isn't, as you know, just an anti-trump rally. It's a show of solidarity & an uprising; it's a long overdue wake up call to unify, become active, to become aware, and to be heard. Too many of my peers and younger friends are uneducated about basic government. I hope this sparks a movement to learn & be involved.

I feel like the march is a good start and an important example.
To not despair, to literally and metaphorically march on...to pick our heads up no matter what "side" we're on and show ALL of our leaders that we will be heard and we are looking out for the best interest of 
1) the people who have defended our country and still sacrifice their lives for our freedom and safety
2) the health of our ailing planet & its people
3) our kids...our future generations who are watching and listening.
I hope my own kids are a lot more interested, involved, and educated about our system than I ever was. 
Wow.
That was long. Whoops.
This is not a goofy whirlwind girls day out in DC...I hope you feel better about me going.
There's a calculated risk in just about anything worth doing & I learned that from the best.
Love,
Kim 

Upon hitting "send", I knew I'd sleep better, albeit not much with my alarm set for 3:30am.
Edit: his response the next morning was an enthusiastic "go for it!"
When I arrived in Washington (having traveled with five women I didn't know at all) there was an unmistakable buzz in the air...any anxiety I felt dissipated and gave way to excitement.
And pride.
I did not expect to be so at ease standing shoulder to shoulder with seas of people for hours on end, barely shuffling forward only to step back...and to the side...and forward again and again again.
All. Day. Long.
The organized march component of the March didn't even happen as anticipated because there were far too many of us. 
When one of the six among my little group remarked that she was bummed we couldn't get close enough to see or hear the speakers, all I could say was,
"What an awesome problem to have. Don't you see?? There are too many of us!!"
Shortly after 1pm, when the march was supposed to commence, we found ourselves making our way from the capitol building to the Monument.
Marching on the mall.
In that moment, it really hit me that we were indeed making history.
It's hard to describe what it felt like to be in such a vast crowd.
I never felt unsafe or unsteady or unsure.
In every direction, literally as far as the eye could see, were crowds teeming with women, men, kids, babies in strollers, toddlers on the shoulders of moms and dads, elderly women and men, hipsters, hippies, teens, teachers, people in wheelchairs, people of every color, people worshipping in various faiths, sorority sisters, chic/perfectly-coiffed women, cops, members of the National Guard, people holding witty/clever/smart/lewd/artistic/creative/rough-hewn/carefully made/outrageous signs, people chanting/drumming, people singing, people holding hands, people people people people people...
And yet, all was calm and positive and utterly, completely peaceful.
 
I left Washington feeling empowered.
Fired up.
Hopeful.
Proud.
I left Washington ready to take action; to organize, learn, do.
I came home far more aware and forever changed.
 
And, kindly, to the detractors and doubters (I'm related to and friends with some of you):
Don't presume that I am naive or idealistic...try to see this without cynicism or judgement.
And please, don't call us (or our hats) ridiculous.
Thanks for reading.
Peace.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Hey There, New Year...

I have misplaced my spark for writing.
2016 was the year my blog kinda faded away.
Even now, as I write this, I feel so...meh.
I'm eager to share my thoughts, but too busy/tired/lazy to do it here...or to sort it out in words relevant or meaningful enough to write.
For a while, I think my meds were numbing my creativity.
I'm okay with losing some of that (if it is just temporary) in the name of fixing myself.
Now I feel like a less sad/worrisome version of myself so I am hoping there will be room for something...else.
Something else to pour my energy into.

Anyway.
I rode my bike with my dad on New Years Day (also happens to be his birthday and it's become tradition to start the day with a ride).
The trails were muddy in some areas, but I was able to stay upright & attack some tricky spots with confidence.
I hadn't touched my bike since OCTOBER.
In fact, I logged way more miles on foot than on two wheels for the year.
And I only rode at Harmony Hill, the most local trails to me, all of 2016.
First year in ages without even one bike race.
First year ever that I didn't venture out to other trails or ride with groups.
I've noticed the less often I ride, the more efficient my effort is; I'm more inclined to ride aggressively and do everything I possibly can to not get off my bike to hike it or carry it over obstacles I know I should/can just ride over.
It's still incredibly fun and I'd love to get out there on my humble little hardtail more often in 2017.
Different trails and hopefully with my husband.
Other than that, I don't feel like reflecting on the past year here beyond:
  • I ran many, many miles with a fantastic group of friends, with my dad, with my son, and by myself . I am a runner, no getting around it anymore.
  • I painted and drew and shared and sold my art; that felt great. I will keep moving forward with that endeavor. It deserves more of my attention.
  • I tried hard to maintain strong ties with my brother, still incarcerated until at least 2018. There have been times I have needed him last year and simply just couldn't connect, which is frustrating and sad. Our family has changed so much since he began serving time in 2013 and it feels lonely to not have each other's backs right now.
  • For now, I am not in therapy...I feel so fortunate to have found a psychologist that I click with. It's been two and a half years since I started treatment; this past year I have really grown to understand the cycle and nuances of depression. I feel better prepared than ever to handle the inevitable lows. Knowing that I can pick right back up with therapy whenever I need to, without shame or embarrassment, is more comforting than I can describe.
  • My kids are growing up so freaking fast. I feel like an absolute farce of an adult/parent sometimes for being responsible for these two awesome children...it is equal parts what the fuck am I doing please don't let me screw them up too much and Damn! I am pretty great at this.
That sums up what I feel most strongly about, looking back and looking ahead.
2017 will mark my TENTH year blogging, or "hardtale-ing", as it were.
I'd love to come back here more often.
Thank you for reading, always.


Sunday, October 23, 2016

The Taper is Real/Personal Shit

Against my psych's wishes, I'm tapering off one of my meds (Zoloft, if you are nosy like me & have to know).
I can get into the hows & whys in another post (and probably should, for my own sake; writing helps, sharing helps). In short, I'm happy about the decision, but the process is a little rough.
Next.
Running/racing...
I've been doing that a lot. 
Yesterday, I bundled up & headed out for a local trail 5k with my dad.
Had he not generously pre-reg'd me, I would've bailed. I wasn't feeling great and wasn't into it. Usually I am all about muddy, windy, wet conditions, but yesterday?  Not so much.
With twenty minutes to go until the start, I downed two advil & sulked in the car forgoing my usual warm-up. My head was pounding & I was debating pulling the plug.
After a quick phone call to my husband, I decided to line up & see how I felt. I had no qualms about bagging it if that's how it was going to play out.
(Needless to say, I started and finished)
With .5 mile to go, I finally caught up to my dad & hung on behind him (shielding myself from the brutal wind). As we approached the finish, I pleaded, "dad, please don't sprint me."
To which he replied, "nah, we'll finish together."
(And we did)
The race wasn't awesome...I never quite found my rhythm or shook my headache.
But, I crossed the line with BP & honestly, that was the silver lining/best part of an otherwise very bleak week.
Last night, I got a text from him saying I ended up 3rd in my age group (and beat him by a second).
Just another day of literally & metaphorically putting one foot in front of the other, even when the easy thing to do would be staying in & putting those feet up.

Peace out, homies...happy Sunday!
(My apologies for not editing/revising this post; I'm sure the five people who read this will understand)
 

Sunday, October 16, 2016

On coincidence, serendipity, running, and reading

Weird chain of events today...follow me, if you will, while I tick through them:
  • Discovered my nook was dead this morning (it belonged to my mom & I have been reading books on it for the past two years)
  • While showering after a four mile run, I thought about books. What book I should read next. Thought about revisiting one of my mom's favorites (one of mine, too, actually), John Irving's The World According to Garp. I read it as a teenager and wondered what my take on it would be now, a seemingly lifetime later.
  • Upon collapsing into bed very early this evening (8:28pm early), gave my nook one more try. Nope. Dead. Decided to finally pick up the copy of Born to Run by Christopher McDougall purchased roughly a year ago (recommended by my brother of all people; not a runner, but an avid incarcerated reader).
  • Eleven pages in, the author references Garp. Motherfucking Garp. How about that??
Serendipity, at its finest (or something, right?)...
 

Friday, August 5, 2016

Lost

This is what I'm reduced to when given the blessing to enjoy a child-free weekend at the beach with two very dear, very fun girlfriends.
 Ginger beer (no, it is not alcoholic). Mini Animal Crackers. A generous dollop of Nutella. And the December 2015 issue of Vogue. Because that is how far behind I am.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Prolific

I need to be careful when I get in these...modes? Bouts? Grooves?
I am in creative wonderland.
It doesn't happen often, but when it does...
I. Just. Can't. Stop.
All I want to do is draw & paint.
I can't ignore life's responsibilies; kids, husband, basic hygiene, eating, sleeping.
But.
I sure would like to sometimes.
It's hard to just stop.
So, I find my time late at night, early in the morning, and I even outsource childcare, selfishly. 
(Not often, but it has happened & I have a hard time justifying it)
All in the name of feeding my habit.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Inspired

Took a break from making/painting/creating...
Suddenly, the urge has moved me to get back to it.
Like now.
So, in between home projects, kid stuff, summertime adventures, and getting sweaty, I am going to create some cool shit.