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Day 34: The Meltdown

Ok. I’ll admit it. I had a full-on meltdown yesterday morning. I’m talking tears, Kleenex and the creation of a giant person-sized blanket nest (in which to burrow). The whole nine yards.

On an unrelated note, check out the recent New York Times article on possible originations of “the whole nine yards.” It’s pretty interesting.

In the midst of the meltdown, I identified four main causes that proved to be pseudo-causes upon even the most superficial reflection. Here they are:

I’m turning 30 in a week. Cliché crisis? Totally. With only a week to go, I was pretty sure I’d made it to the end of my 29th year without having one, but my brand new blanket nest suggested otherwise.

I quit my stable job in favor of a free-flowing freelancing lifestyle. But so far, there have been no downsides. I work hard, I work a lot, I dance often and I pay my rent. All good things, right? But—sob—“everyone thinks I’m crazy.” In truth, I don’t think anyone thinks that. And if they do, I don’t actually care (aside from when I’m crying about it).

I posted two blogs in a row with errors in them. I fixed the errors quickly, but not before the email-reader versions went out. I’ve spent years cultivating a “let it go” attitude (only about the small stuff, of course), but apparently attitudes can be un-done. I’d like to say I inserted an error into this post as an attempt to re-find my Zen state, but I’m pretty sure this one’s perfect.

I’ve never purchased a new item of furniture. The reality is that yes—I have. And even though I’ve purchased new furniture, I’ve never actually aspired to owning new furniture. There’s so much cool old stuff already in the world, I’d much rather continue honing my pre-loved shabby-chic collection. It makes my apartment look like an Anthropologie store. Perfect.

Here’s the probable actual cause:

I spent 36 hours closed inside a cozy cabin on the Oregon coast with five of my favorite family members. In my old age, I’ve developed all sorts of new and confusing allergies, including a pretty strong one to our Christmas tree. With no fresh air (aside from the little bits of oxygen sneaking past the ever-burning fire) and a whole lot of couch time, I desperately needed to get outside, go for a walk and take a breath.

I finally did and had the pleasure of watching the ocean churn and burn some of its own demons in the process. I felt much better afterwards.

Ocean

Here’s what I learned:

If getting dressed and going outside seems complex and overwhelming, it’s exactly the right remedy. Just do it.

Day 31: Merry Family

On Christmas Eve, my sister and I drove around the lakes near my apartment and spied into all the cozy houses with cozy families having cozy holiday parties. And then this morning, we woke up early and took a cab to the airport, ready to fly to a cozy celebration with our own cozy family.

Admittedly, we got a bit of a bumpy start. Less than a block from home, I asked the cabbie to turn around and go back because I forgot something (holiday candy) in the apartment. He complied, I ran, they waited, I hopped back in the cab and we made it to the airport nice and easy.

Here’s a little conversational snapshot of Sister and my morning:

Me: (clutching candy) What’s wrong with you?
Sister: What? Nothing.
Me: Really? You seem crabby.
Sister: I’m not.
Me: Really?
Sister: Uh huh.
Me: You sure?
Sister: Yep.
Me: I think you’re crabby.
Sister: Well, I’m not.

(30-second silence)

Me: So… are you mad?
Sister: No!

Two smooth plane rides, lots of quiet time, two and a half coffees, multiple candy exchanges with airport personnel and some yogurt-covered raisins later, we’re here—awake, smiling and ready for some holiday hugs.

Here’s hoping your day is filled with peace, joy, unconditional love and someone asking if you’re crabby over and over again. It’s the stuff of families.

Sister and me

Sister and me.