BUT YOU'RE BARELY SCRAPING BY!!!

Yeah. So I can't tell if I'm killing this adulthood stuff or if I'm barely getting by and messing up everything I can along the way. Somehow I decided that studying for the FE, a superhuman feat that I barely touched during the 2 months leading up to my exam, gave me license to blow off all other worldly responsibilities and deadlines.

Bad adult example #1: put off renewing my car registration until it was already 2 weeks late. (In my defense, I never received a renewal notice BECAUSE I NEVER UPDATED THE RESIDENCE ADDRESS).  Fun fact - the DMV will not tell you ANYTHING if you admit to not being the owner of the car and just being the driver. The insurance company, on the other hand, will tell you approximately 50% of the information you need if you start to cry and yell and bitch about the DMV while on the phone with them. Unfortunately, neither agency is really up-to-date with the latest information being paraded on their website, so 50% of the dirty details that you get by pulling teeth and having a breakdown while on the phone with them will be lies anyway.

Good adult solution #1: Wait sufficiently long to hope that the first person I talked to at the DMV has gone to lunch, call back, impersonate my mother and announce that I am traveling and therefore must have my daughter submit the registration form for me, and she is a shit show and is already 2 weeks behind on doing it. Note that I gave the DMV no other information than the same license plate number and a different first name, and suddenly everything I have to do is crystal clear and they walk me through the process of having "my daughter" renew the registration for me instead of saying "I'm sorry madam, we can't help you, your mother has to do everything." So basically I can do everything and supposedly it won't accrue any more late fees than it already has, so my stupidity has only cost me $52. What is $52 to a broke grad school student than a mere two nice sushi meals at a semi nice restaurant?!

Bad adult example #2: Wait until the last possible day that I can to get my graduation gown. Little did I realize this might not be the best strategy since apparently they do not have an endless supply of gowns in every size and have been known to run out.  At least I had the foresight to exacerbate this problem by not pre-ordering a gown!

Why did I not do any of this, you ask? Again, while "studying for the FE" I blew off even finding out how many dress-up items I need to wear on my body so that they let me into the auditorium to receive my diploma. (In case you're still wondering, the answer is 4).

Good adult solution #2: Show up at the bookstore without a plan, find out they still have my size, and not having preordered makes it easier for the employee because she doesn't have to look for my order on a form.

The other examples are less dramatic, but similarly involve running around and doing a thousand errands (by a thousand I mean two more, who are we kidding?!) at the last minute, if not after.

Soo… it all got done somehow, and it seems so haphazard, yet it did come together, and in this day and age, what more can we really ask for? Is it the journey or the eventual, 2 week delayed, $52 fined destination? And does anybody else really do this any better at this point?

Before I met you, did I write!

For some reason, my bike ride today reminded me of Alaska in a way more intense than anything else has reminded me about Alaska for a long time. Perhaps it was the evening light, which seemed practically eternal when cast by the sun's low angle. Maybe it was the smell of sweat mixed with sunscreen on my skin, or maybe the fact that I was just a little too tired, but enjoying the experience nonetheless.

Maybe it's because this month, one of the inner voices I always used to have has been coming back in a big way. The one that always made me feel so inspired, the one that finds strength in introspection, the one that goes crazy over vast landscapes.  THE VOICE THAT PUT POEMS IN MY HEAD. I had the shocking realization just last week that I stopped writing when I got back from Alaska. Let that sink in for a minute.

Sure, that artist's voice dominated when I was traveling, but in a different way.  Then, it made me what I diagnosed as idealistic, naive, and desperately spiritual, what with all the yoga and meditation that I thought would help me have an authentic experience and somehow make the wider world sphere.

And you know what? I've been doing yoga at least once a week for the past month and I feel like my brain has been swept clean with a broom. But I don't know if it's all the revelations I've had this past month that have made space for me to motivate myself to go to yoga, or if going to yoga has cleared up the space in my brain that allowed the revelations to enter.

After all, space is a landscape in two conceptually distinct ways, and we love and fear both of them. Literally, human beings are not evolved to live without large open spaces in our lives (think Peninsula rolling hills as you go on a pre-sunset bike ride), and these spaces are very powerful. Also, we need space in our minds, space from too much human interaction, space whist in our romantic endeavors in order to experience all those things that make us unique and loveable. But too much space from others makes us lonely and depressed, and too much space in our surroundings creates vertigo.

Like Tereza and Tomas, I maintain that vertigo is not the fear of falling, but the fear of our desire to fall - so we need the open spaces, yet we live in constant fear of getting sucked into them. Quoting a "Women of Dartmouth" speaker - "Of course I think about death in that 'Are you ever driving and think you could just not turn here' way." And when climbing, why are we afraid of falling? The falling itself is fine. It is the decision to fall (or lack of decision) that is terrifying, and the aftermath can be quite gnarly. Back to Alaska, when one of our teachers said that he had horizontal vertigo in Antarctica - the landscape was so identical that if he started off running in one direction, he would never find his way back to the base.

My relationship with open space has always been clear and uncomplicated. My relationship of emotional space, on the other hand, has been playing a perpetual cat-and-mouse game with all the other things going on in my life.  Rebuilding that relationship has been one hell of a ride, and it's been so interesting and rewarding to watch it coming together this past month.

After I spent the winter feeling like everything around me was happening to me without my control, this spring it feels like everything is coming together with my control and I can take an active role in it. There are years that ask questions, and years that are answers. The year whose first anniversary it is on May 20th is definitely a year that was an answer!! 

In Four Years' Time

I had an inadvertently intense over-coffee conversation this week. Not only did it almost make me late for class, but it made me completely unprepared to sit in class. Yes, how could I sit there and blink and nod and pay attention when I really needed to be sitting under a tree, doing my best Buddha impression while trying to process the heaviness of information had had just been bestowed on me? Bestowed by someone pretty damn qualified, to say the least.

It's been a pensive couple of months, actually a pensive year.

It's been a hard year, hard year for love

Some really good conversations have come out of it, and I think the underlying question that we all probe at is this:

How can we define self-actualization for ourselves, and what life events have influenced us to settle upon that particular definition?

On that subject, I will leave you with 2 pearls of wisdom that are both in code.

1) Flowers grow from shit.
2) You are probably a lot stronger than you think, and if you think you're weak, maybe you're lucky!

The implications of changing your mind in a world without time travel.

Today on the list of things that crowd my brain instead of null pointer references and expression trees is the validity of a question you can ask.

Rilke said that you should live the questions, and eventually live your way into the answer.

But what if one day you realize* that you weren't asking the right questions all along?
(*By "realize" here I can only mean decide. So no, I don't come to some big realization that the answers and goals I have been so far living towards are somehow wrong. I simply decide to change my mind. After all, a girl can change her mind even more often than she changes her shoes, whose supply is not infinite, and you will eventually have to come across a pair you have already worn. No, changing your mind is free, especially if it is that time of the month, or if that time of the month is looming sometime in the vague future, or it if you are stressed, or if it is Tuesday - you catch my drift.)

So you decide one day that the questions you have been trying to answer weren't the right questions to ask after all. Is there a way to go back, retroactively, and live your way into an answer you were never aiming for?

I still believe that when you ask a question, at some point you will come to realize that you have had the answer all along. But I think that comes from struggling with that question, being open to cues in your environment that would help you answer that question, and structuring your choices based on who you were at the time. Then, if, putting it bluntly, you decide that you have made a mistake, by asking one "what if" question and attempting to live your way into that answer, when really, you should have been asking, "what if NOT," there is NO way to go back and relive that alternate path!

Because you can really only project "what if" questions into the future, and after you live it, realize that it is the only way it could have been. That is the only way to handle "what if'ing" without being extremely, unnecessarily cruel to yourself. OF COURSE it couldn't have been different, if it is the way it is! If things were different, nothing would be the way that it is now, so NOTHING could have been different.

Therefore, if you think that you asked an incorrect question in the past, all you can really do is decide which question you want to project into the future. 

On growing up.

I had a sort of mental health day today. It went like skipping class so I could attend to the ten much more pressing things I had to do that were continually put off in favor of problem sets that had actual DEADLINES. Oh, priorities. I wanted to clear my to-do list but realized that the really pressing things weren't even on the whiteboard because I haven't had time to put them down. Well, it's done now!

Anyway, a relaxing morning and bike-free afternoon is putting me in a thoughtful mood. I am watching people around me make the transition to adulthood in a way that feels so alien and light years away, yet the fact that people my age are having these profound milestones with careers and families means that at some point, it is waiting for me too. Maybe that is what being an adult is - being continuously thrown off equilibrium as the people in your life disperse more and more with respect to where they are in their lives. (I am totally picturing a spreading plume when I write the word disperse.) Anyway, while I can delay growing up by living in a grad dorm and avoiding children and gainful employment, I thought that I would be older when I KNEW other people who were "adults."

But let's step back and take a look at that word for a minute. There are so many times this year when I had the sinking realization that this is it,

I am more or less on my own,
I have been doing the feeding myself and cleaning up after myself, making good life decisions (debatable), and not being a total shit show for a few years now. I've had laundry, bills, chores, to-do lists, safe and dangerous situations to choose between, vitamins to take and sunscreen to apply. Yet despite that fact, I am still a complete and utter SHIT SHOW.

But guess what?! So is everyone else. That's right, everyone who is doing this in-your-20's thing doesn't have a single clue. And I'm starting to understand that it doesn't really get better in your 30's either. No, there is no milestone in life when suddenly, you wake up on top of your shit.

When I was in grade school (ok, and college), being 20 sounded so OLD. There were things I put off thinking about because I knew I would have to think about them "in my 20's." Wearing business professional clothes. Worrying about wrinkles. Not painting your nails different colors. But none of that happened!

Let me reiterate.

Nobody around us has a single clue.

YOU NEVER REALLY FIGURE IT OUT. Well, maybe your whole life will flash before you until you die, but until then, I am never going to wake up one morning with a career, family, and picket fence lined up and with the knowledge that this is the life I have been working towards.

No, like Rilke said, you spend your whole way living the questions, hoping that someday, you will live your way into the answers.

This book will change your life even if you don't let it.
(Side note: I stumbled upon it in a small shop in New Hope, PA, on a sunny day when I planned neither to buy a prom dress or be introduced to a whole new world of poetry, introspection, and revelation. Every time I read this book, I learn something new about life and myself.)

Except you never get the answers in real time! But every once in a while, you look back and realize that YOU HAD THE ANSWERS ALL ALONG, just not in a way that you could have processed or understood at that time.

I remember struggling with a really tough life decision a couple of years ago, calling my mom, and her saying "I think you already have all the information that you need to make this decision. You just need to think about it."

This freaks me out because we are so profoundly underestimating our potential. Whatever answers you need, whatever you are struggling to extract from life, you already possess.  It's kind of like.. you can see something coming, but only in retrospect. When you look back, all those silly things that weren't signs and didn't mean anything are suddenly signs to whatever event followed. So I wonder if they really exist, or if our brain constructs them after the fact? Kind of like a dream that your brain paints right before you wake up to illustrate a noise that you hear when waking up.

*~*~*~*~*

I need to stop right now and conserve whatever brain power remains to find out why my dimensionless time data is not matching the scale of the Fischer function.

In summary:
-All adults are shit shows
-You never figure anything out.
-But that's only because you already know everything (you just can't use it at the time.)

Good night!!!

I've been here before.

Almost exactly 6 years ago. When running stops being a sport, a way to see the world, take a break, get away, and becomes something so much MORE:

Suddenly it's a tangible manifestation of the Earth's love for you through your contact with the dirt.
And I loved you every mile you drove away.
Your sneakers are actually hugging you through your feet.

But this time around there is nothing painful, no bruised knees, no sacrifices, no give-and-take that I have to endure when negotiating my daily run.
(knockonwood)

Thank you feet, thank you songs coming on the iPod at just the right time, thank you two extra miles that flew by. Maybe I will run a marathon this week (just not all in one day!)

So tonight, we are young.

Ohh hey I've been back in the States for exactly 6 months. In 4 days, the alleged "golden year" is coming to a close and I can honestly say it has probably been the best so far. I spent 50% of it traveling the world to come back to a whirlwind of grad school acceptances, visiting friends, exploring America's national parks, and settling down for a new beginning in San Francisco.

On the plane flying back to the States, I made a list of the things I did while traveling. It is a ridiculous, hilarious list, more full of bucket to-do's and funny once-in-a-lifetime opportunities than concrete realizations of wisdom (that is what my Corbett writings were devoted to, burning the midnight oil with Tulsi and looking back on the first part of the experience.) It would be interesting to make a list of new events that entered my life over the past 6 months, then compare the two lists. Sometimes I feel like life has only been more ridiculous in San Francisco, when I came back to feeling "in my element" and embracing my role as the kind of person that stuff just HAPPENS to, you know?

And even though I have been back in the States just as long as I was abroad, I am STILL uncovering details of how the trip has changed me. All good, so far!

I feel so blessed to realize how precious, good, and important something is even while I am living it. Never again will life be so wide open and full of opportunities, waiting to be shaped and begging to be enjoyed like an endless waterfall on a scorching hot desert day.