Thursday, August 19, 2010

Cheap Thrills

For my birthday, I wanted to learn to surf. It is on the bucket list, and I have been planning to learn to surf on the Oregon Coast on my birthday since last year on my birthday. Time was scheduled off from work as soon as the new year rolled in. Picturing myself on  the surf board riding the waves has been getting me through many a day at my desk. What could be more glorious and satisfying than riding the perfect wave on my birthday.

Throughout my life I’ve been conducting a random survey with most people I meet; at their slightest mentioned of Hawaii, California, Mai Tais or the ocean I prod if they have ever been surfing. Although, I’ve done my best to hide my Iowa naivety, when people mention the ocean I morph into the land locked kid who dreamed of the seaside. However, often despite my efforts to project on them what fun I think they must have had, people tell me how hard surfing is. “It is fun, but only once you do it for a while.” In fact although I hated to admit it to myself, when interrogated, most people admit to how miserable it was for them.

Over the years, I’ve all but erased such warnings from my memory, and all I could think of was how sweet it would be to hang ten. Ready to surf, I looked up the cost of a lesson two weeks before my trip. 100 dollars. 100 more dollars if I didn’t want to make Alex watch me learn to surf. Of course I should have expected this cost, and of course I should have started saving last year on my birthday, but that’s just not the kind of gal I am.

Also, because I did not plan more than a few weeks in advance, all of the camp sites were booked on Friday. We had to cut our beach trip short by one day, and would only be able to spend 1 day at the beach.

In my previous life, most likely I would have stubbornly stuck to my plan. I would have been miserable because I didn’t allow myself enough time to be happy. I would have expected way too much of myself and of Alex. After remembering  many a botched, not so well laid out, stressful plans I had stubbornly proceeded with regardless of reason, I decided that instead of surfing, I could choose the quintessential surfer lifestyle, and enjoy a laid back day at the beach. I decided to let the waves crash in, and had a laid back cheap beach birthday.


Lessons learned while relaxing  and marveling at the ocean:

I’m ready to embrace the good stuff and get rid of the supposed to’s, the because I told myself I would, and I had to’s. Excited to make this year the most authentic and present year of my life. Ready to search for the things that cost less and satisfy more.

Suggestions? Would love to hear what that means to you! Surfs up.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Poppies and Dahlias

Yesterday while catching up on my annual birthday month zodiac research, I discovered that the Leo power flowers are poppies and dahlias. Of course.

Ever since I first spied both of these flowers I’ve been mesmerized by their peculiar beauty, and drawn to them in a weird way as if they were a form of soul mate that I would like to share my life with. Sort of like how you feel about your favorite songs and books. Like they know you or represent you; they mean something to you on some weird emotional level.


This little poppy coaster was purchased months ago for 50 cents at an estate sale, and it has been something I’ve enjoyed waking up to for no good reason ever since.

Disclosure: Yes I am a little freaky mystical sometimes, one friend describes talking about stuff like this as coming out of the purple closet. I do know how absurd things like this seem, and I really have no science to back me up, but when I experience strong emotions to things for no reason it feels like it means something. Who knows what, but something.

I didn’t grow up with poppies or dahlias in fact I didn’t even know that either existed until my early twenties.The first time I laid eyes on a poppy, their papery whimsical petals and wiry stems which seemed to defy gravity by supporting their big orange heads amazed me. They have fascinated me ever since.

091Over the weekend (Before reading about the Leo power flowers) on my normal thrifting rounds, I picked up this blue poppy table cloth, at “The Will” for 3 dollars and 99 cents, and although I have never seen a blue poppy, a quick search on Google revealed that they do exist in the Himalayan mountains. I shall dream to spy a real blue poppy in person someday. The table cloth will suffice till then.  It’s simply lovely, and I can’t wait to have it as a guest to a backyard picnic.

The first time I saw a dahlia was when my friend Robin brought me one at a dinner party 5 years ago. The flower’s complicated simplicity was contradictory and intriguing. It was like it was almost a rose, but was so much more complex yet more simple at the same time. I know that’s a ridiculous juxtaposition, but its what the dahlia is, complicated simplicity. Intricate close up and simple from afar. But beautiful from everywhere.


This one dollar dahlia (Isn’t it wonderful how a few simple stems can be even more beautiful that an elaborate expensive bouquet) too was purchased prior to reading about the Leo flowers.

Coincidence? Ok, probably, but it did freak me out a little. (In a good way) But mostly it made me excited for my birthday month and the stars aligning to Leo for their brief yearly stint. I’m excited to revel in the Leo days of summer. Looking forward to a great 28th year of life, and a wonderful August.

Hope you all enjoy my favorite month of the year, the dog days of summer, and this time in Leo. Time to roar. (In a nice way)