It does not interest me

I have a habit of emailing things to myself when I find them interesting. All those little internal memos really clutter up an inbox, so every now and then I find myself cleaning out what my brain just couldn't let live happily out there on the Internet, but instead dragged home to mama-inbox like an abandoned puppy saying "can we keep it?"

I was in the middle of one such purge session when I came across this quote...

“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine and still shout at the edges of a lake, river or mountain yes! It doesn’t interest me where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done for someone you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments in your life. Live more than your neighbors, unleash yourself upon the world and go places. Understand that this is not a dress rehearsal, this is it, your life. Face your fears and live your dreams, take it all in, yes, every chance you get, come close; and yes, by all means what ever you do, get it on film.” – John Blais

Wonderful words for this rainy, contemplative day. This is most certainly not a dress rehearsal. This is it. This is your life.

Anything she can do....

Me: Think I can pack for a 12-day international trip with no checked luggage?

My mom: Your sister could.

Me: I'll take that as a challenge.

Sibling rivalry is forever, apparently. Although I'm not sure this is a fair (self-imposed) competition considering she is not a runner or a photographer. Gear for those two activities alone is half a carry-on roller bag.

But its good to have goals.

When you can't go to the mountain

....you can find it on the internet.
Its a big beautiful world out there, enjoy it. Dream big.

The Mountain from Terje Sorgjerd on Vimeo.

Transported

And then all my breaths were lulled from my lungs to dance in the wide open spaces....

Cleanse Day 4

I really thought this post would be about poop. Don't lie. You did too.

You probably thought there would be a lot of poop talk this week. But sadly, the most remarkable events of the past few days have mostly just been the near-fatal flatulence. My apologies to anyone who found themselves in the unfortunate predicament of being in a remotely shared space with me recently. Don't blame me, blame the fiber.

This "cleanse" requires popping an obscene amount of pills, morning and night, who's main purpose seems to be to make me bloated and gassy. The only reason I find myself running to the bathroom with any urgency is because all the water necessary to consume said pills needs to be released.

So at least there's been a little excitement.

But in all seriousness, I'm not sure what this cleanse was really supposed to do. It didn't require any dietary restrictions (so, of course, I didn't implement any). So its just been life as usual. Plus pills. And fiber. And, well, room-clearing gas.

But its only day four. So maybe this is all just a sign that things are getting going.

Which is good. Things are getting going in other parts of my life too. I'm going refrain from too many correlations between my bowel movements and my life, but I do think there's some connection. Just pick up a book or two on feng shui. Its not just all about moving your furniture.