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First Tuesday of the Year

 

Today is a day to meet new challenges.

Channel creativity, build community, expect the best from everyone. 

Plant rows of dares, harvest bouquets of provocation, plow through trials and tribulations.

Today's food: California skillet at Village Inn, with the hollandaise sauce on the side 

Today's quote: What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.” ― Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Today's exercise: celebrating finally writing my syllabi (they aren't even due until ten minutes before class actually starts and you can't change my mind on that)

First Tuesday of January

Today is a great day to practice leadership. 

Inspire, include, help, serve.

Plant rows of better futures, harvest bouquets of excellence, plow through procrastination.

Today's food: spaghetti and meatballs, but the healthy kind with all the veggies in the pasta and the sauce

Today's quote:  What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Today's tv binge: The Stand. I am completely addicted to post-pandemic stories included Last Man on Earth, Station 11 and the Handmaidens Tale. 




How Books get their Titles: What if Women Wrote History?


Republished from January 2, 2021

This isn't the place where I tell you about how 2020 sharpened many of my ideas of what a professor does and how they do it.  

 In case you were worried,  please know my classes went very smoothly and I  challenged students while extending grace and kindness in ways that I had not before considered. 

The single biggest blessing that 2020 brought me was quality time with my daughter who moved home in Spring during the early hours of the pandemic and has since spent day after day with me.  

Yes, we lived together for most of her life, and no there was nothing wrong between us but over a year or two we had less and less shared experiences and I let her drift off to learn what people need to learn at her age.

But then she moved back and the walls came down. 

We watched Handmaidens Tale and Grey Gardens and please don't make me list all the shows here but understand we found more and more common ground.  

We talk about hard things and silly things and make up a game where out of the blue one of us pretends the dog doesn't exist and asks the other one "why are you talking to the floor? are you OK?" 

 She makes me improve my decorating game.

I teach her the joys of lululemons.   

She reads my writings. 

I revel in her art and documentaries.  

We aren't the same but we see each other and try to learn from each other.  

One day we were almost leaving the house to pick something up and I stopped our dash out the door to say I need to jot something down that was really weighing on me.

 She gave me a second and before I wrote it I told her what I needed to write:

 I've always thought if I was a nice girl and was kind enough, I wouldn't have to deal with really hard things or big feelings.

I believed that if I just behaved right,  then difficult things would have to go away easily. 

We took a moment to talk about that unwritten rule that seems to be a "female" thing and where it might come from and how dangerous it is.  

She helped me find a pen.

I cannot account for all of our other hours together but one of the single most important moments of my recent history happened soon after that.  

Zoe and I were doing one of the things we do to pass the hours when someone  (older than either of us) jumped in our bubble to announce they had an idea that was question but actually mostly a statement and that was "What if women wrote history?"

A thousand years pass in the seconds that followed.  

First, I looked right at Zoe and in one blink ask her wordlessly,  "did you just hear what I heard heard?"

She blinked back "oh hell yeah" and exhaled and I'm pretty sure she was noticing how I was taking a second to respond.  

We've discussed the difference between reacting and responding and hoo boy I am taking a hard minute to let the universe give me words and not the howling the WTF!!!!! 

I feel boiling at the bottom of my stomach, far from my disciplined and unmoving mouth.  

I feel unseen and invalidated in a way I could never have expected. 

 I feel like all the years of behaving and being quiet and trying to shrink to exactly the right size to fit whatever keyhole I needed to fit in suddenly are coming apart.  

I question why I have been following my mentor's advice of not writing too many books out of concern no one would take me seriously.

I question why I let myself be lead to write a dissertation on male Cuban-American bankers when my interest was in enterprises formed by immigrant women to help other immigrant women.

I question why I happily accepted being how smart I was "for a girl" by Jesuit professors who were ill equipped to respect me as an academic or ever see me as becoming their equal. 

The question was a gift, and my response was a choice.  

I said, "What if that was an actual college major?

And the person asked, "Was that YOUR major?"

And I said, "Something like that....." and the conversation just ended.

When Zoe and I were alone again I said, "See that? That's how my books get their titles."

She told me to write it and here we are. 


First Monday of January

 Today is a day of uncertainty.  

Look into the fog, accept the unresolved, embrace the ambivalent haze.

Plant rows complexity, harvest bouquets of entanglement, plow through obstacles

Todays coffee: Nespresso espresso with dashes of sugar-free caramel, almond and hazelnut syrups, topped with foamed half and half.

Today’s exercise: Jumping rope, jumping through hoops, jumping into a new semester.

First Sunday of January

 Today is a day for adventure. Turn off screens, move things around, shine new lights.


Plant rows of motion, harvest bouquets of strength, plow through negativity.

Last night’s nightmare: continuing the streak of vivid dreaming with again losing my shoes — I lose my shoes in every fucking dream. Stranded outside target with no car and no mask (masks were in car I gave away) and all the numbers on my phone called the wrong people.

Todays food: fajitas tapatias 

Today’s exercise: raising eyebrows multiple times

First day of the Year

 Today is a gift, like the first steps after crossing the finish line of a marathon. Enjoy the view, embrace the present, be kind. 


Plant rows of plans, harvest bouquets of vision, plow through rocky terrain

Today’s food: seriously some adult in this house (me?) needs to go to the grocery soon. Ask me after that 

Last nights nightmare: a new one…. I dreamed was that I never finished my PhD. and was trying to figure how to re-enroll but also I was like so if I never finished my PhD why do people call me doctor…. have I been lying? It was really confusing. Also, I kept losing my shoes.

Final Friday of December

 Today is a day to finish the year strong.  

Do good deeds, let bygones by bygones, look forward,  expect better.

Plant rows of perspicacity, harvest bouquets of plenitude, plow through scarcity

Todays food: charcuterie 

Today’s TV binge: 1883

Final Tuesday of December

Today is a day to exhale.  Seek release, give relief, rest.  

Plant rows of safety, harvest bouquets of intimacy, plow through inertia.

Todays food: I have to have another birthday lunch and nope nope nope it will not involve my favorite food tostones because its sushi again. Please remind me in 2022 to never say lets do sushi soon because bitches take me seriously. 

Today’s exercise: yoga ball handstands

4th Sunday of December

 Today is a day of beginnings and endings. 

Accept blessings, let go of things that no longer serve you, make room for a bigger better life.

Plant rows of patience, harvest bouquets of remote controls, plow through moods.

Todays food: I’m still hoping that my kids bring home the charcuterie board I ordered that they picked up on Xmas eve but oops they “left at Kylie and Kaden’s house” three times over the last two days. Meanwhile I have 12 new kinds of coffee because people give me coffee for Xmas. And my birthday. So much coffee I could start a  coffee stand.

Today’s exercise: mopping

4th Saturday of December

 Today is a day to have fun. 

Make up games, blow leaves, do whatever whenever however you want because freedom is the greatest gift in the world and it can’t be wrapped.

Plant rows of “oh that’s nice” - harvest bouquets of “thank you you shouldn’t have” - plow through problematic presents.

Todays food: I found tostones in the freezer, but I think I will let them languish there.

Today’s exercise: smushing wrapping paper into garbage bags

4th Thursday of December

 

Today is a day for creativity, resourcefulness and fun. 

Build better spaces, toss things that no longer give blessings, hug freedom.

Plant rows of glee, harvest bouquets of lets-try-this, plow through crispy brown leaves. 

Todays food: Tostones dammit. Hot and crispy.  It’s been too long.

Today’s exercise: I have no patio furniture, so let’s go shopping for outdoor furniture. That counts as exercise, even if I do it online. From my sofa. With the heater on my feet. 

First Day of Winter

Today is day to seek warmth and spread joy.

Visit babies, surprise neighbors, put off setting up Christmas tree because it’s not due yet. 

Plant rows of motivation, harvest bouquets of let-it-go, plow through isolation.

Today’s food: I’m bringing a former student/ family panera dinner and the exact carrot cake they ordered for their wedding they never even got to taste.

Today’s exercise: Gesticulating wildly

Third Wednesday of December

 Today is a day to put things together.  

Assemble shelves, wrap rugs, get cash to tip the service that is coming to haul boxes and the sofa and the backyard swing, sweep and vacuum and flatten boxes.

Plant rows of organization, harvest bouquets of determination, plow through resistance

Todays food: Predawn chocolate protein shake. With a straw. Unenthusiastically.

Today’s exercise: Reading

Today’s TV binge: Dexter/New Blood

Second Sunday of December

 Today is a day for pleasure. 

Linger in the shower, smell fresh roses, sigh during lengthy spa pedicure.

Plant rows of stained glass, harvest bouquets of dulce de leche, plow through procrastination.

Todays food: the pizza Zoe brought home from babysitting last night

Todays exercise: avoiding grading and reading begging emails from students who took November and December off and now want to redeem themselves somehow.

Today’s TV binge: The Sex Life of College Girls

Second Saturday of December

Today we celebrate relief.  

Exhale effortlessly, sleep deeply, practice perpetual pacification.

Clean the kitchen (its already clean lol), mop the floors (nope already did that), water plants  (oooh that’s fun). 

Plant rows of leaf blowers, harvest bouquets of extension cords, plow with determination

Today’s food: fried eggs on crispy toast

Todays exercise: Saying “Yes”

First Monday of December

 Today is a day of big meetings about tying up loose ends and making path forward.   

Take care big and small details, find balance, embrace freedom. 

Plant rows of Bob Doles, harvest bouquets of pens, plow through invisible obstacles 

Today’s food: self confidence, served warm with a side of juicy story 

Today’s exercise: Self restraint

First Sunday of December

 Today is a day of freedom; freedom from some things and freedom to do other things.  

Walk reverently, act intentionally, sink into joy.

Plant rows of balance, harvest bouquets of relief, plow through inertia

Today’s food: grocery day, ask me later. Maybe triscuits. We will see. 

Today’s exercise: Radical acceptance

First Friday of December

Today is a day to celebrate ending of beginnings. 

Bring treats, shine warmth, laugh and let go. 

Plant rows of games, harvest bouquets of fun, plow through rocky terrain

Today’s food: chips and salsa with a side of gossip between mandatory end of semester meetings 

Today’s exercise: Supporting friends

Happy First Day of December

 I have three days of work left, if talking about the Cold War and playing “Reacting to the Past” games counts as work.

Time to reflect on what worked (playing games in class!) and what didn’t (allowing students to earn points so quickly that some of my strongest students finished the class weeks before Halloween). 

4th Monday of November

 Today is a day of uncertainty. 

Just tried to wake my son up for school and there’s no school this week.

 I have classes to teach, even though my students scattered out of town last week. 

Somehow work will get done, creativity will triumph and I’m not sure how yet. 

Today’s food: cheese and cracker’s

Today’s exercise: patience