13 Days
Today marks day 1 of the longest time I’ve been away from San Francisco since I moved two and a half years ago.
Today marks day 1 of the longest time I’ve been away from San Francisco since I moved two and a half years ago.
It’s officially fall in San Francisco. Yesterday, I froze. I’ve been fighting off fall in terms of traditional garb because in San Francisco, fall comes a bit late. Summer isn’t summer and the beginning of fall is the warmest time of the year.
I have writer’s block.
I know, color you surprised. This has happened before, but this time is a little different. Yes, I don’t know what to write about, which is essentially one of the definitions of writer’s block, but I can’t seem to distinguish whether it is, in fact, writer’s block, or if I’ve just been too busy to actually form a cohesive thought.
When I was younger, my dad would take my brother and me camping. We’d stay in tents, bring freeze-dried food (you know, like the food astronauts would eat), build a campfires, cook s’mores, and spend quality time together. Once we discovered that camping wasn’t my brother’s thing, it became a father/daughter tradition.
I get most of my work done at night or early in the morning. I curl up on my couch with my laptop and answer emails, or I sit with my knees bent, reclining against my pillows and build reports, edit or research.
Sometimes we forget. We get caught up in the daily grind, the mundane, the to-do lists. We let a negative comment, a rude phone call or a nasty email affect our day, but what about the good?
Right when Outside Lands tickets were released, my boyfriend asked if I wanted to go. I didn’t really know any of the bands and am not a fan of being smooshed up against a bunch of sweaty people grinding to songs I didn’t know. So, I opted out. As the excitement for the music festival resonated through San Francisco, I was a little bummed (and the boyfriend was even more bummed).
I’ve been incredibly fortunate to have had (and continue to have) incredible mentors in my life. Some of whom I didn’t realize were actually mentors until they were no longer there, and I had ended up in a place only they could have subliminally nudged me towards. These mentors have come into my life naturally. They were just people who were at the right place at the right time and willing to help, nurture, encourage and provide me with tactical advice on how to achieve my goals.
Over a year ago, I created a digital vision board. It was full of images of who I want to become, what I want to have, what I want to be doing, and where I want to be in my life. The idea is that my life would change to match those images and those desires.
Two years ago today, my dad and I unloaded the last box from our rented Penske truck after driving 21 hours from Boulder to San Francisco. I was nervous, excited and scared. But mostly excited.
Last week, I was asked to write a bio for myself that would appear underneath every byline I have on a corporate blog. I panicked. I don’t know what to say about myself! About a year ago, I had a short bio written for me for my bylines in iMedia Connection. I decided to recycle that bio — update my job title, added a link to my Twitter account and call it a day.