I'm a t-shirt and shorts or just a t-shirt to bed kinda gal. As kids my sister and I always had pretty cute pajamas (me in my sweet little night gowns, my sister in her footie pjs...seriously Belle, how did you sleep in those things?!). I loved feeling like a mini sleeping beauty. I remember "accidentally" forgetting my pj's for a sleepover at my great grandmothers house once and getting to borrow (and then keep, dream come true?) one of her long and silky sleeping gowns. It was pure heaven for my tiny self and unless my memory serves me wrong (Mom-correct me if I am) I'm pretty sure the blue night gown still sits in the "dress up box" my family keeps for all our little cousins to play with. As the years passed our bed time fashions pretty much fell to the wayside; our concerns were more about catching any sleep at all rather than how we looked when we did. Well, thanks to a new line by Josie Natori at Target, I'm bringing sleeping beauty back. I first saw the line in this months Marie Claire (sidenote: one of my favorite things about airplane travel is the ability to guilt-free buy about 10 magazines and devour every superficial bit of them. Girls gotta have something entertaining to read while she flies, right?). I immediately texted this picture to Jenny and was thrilled to receive her fashion blessing: Then, as if I weren't already convinced enough, I saw this photo in my Glamour magazine last night!: I mean c'mon. Is that a sign or what? (Just go with it.) A Target run this weekend has been scheduled.
Here's the thing--I'm a single girl with no roommates. So realistically, there's no reason for me to feel the need to "dress up" for bed. Who the heck am I trying to impress? But I like the idea of feeling pretty for myself; of taking the time to feel a tiny bit pampered and girlie if for no other reason than I can and I want to. Being single and...gulp...alone doesn't mean I can't catch some z's looking cute as a button, ya know? Don't get me wrong--there will still be nights when nothing suits me better than my 9 year old PSU hoodie (bought on my first day of orientation with my Pop) and a pair of ancient Sofee shorts (cheerleading, anyone?)...but I'm pretty excited to tuck myself in wearing these adorable sets. And of course to wake myself up in them, too :) Such a fun way to start my day! In Gratitude, Trish
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Happiness for me can pretty much be summed up in any amount of time I'm able to spend with my sister, even when she blatantly refuses my cuddling requests.... And tries to pretend like she hates/is mortified at the idea... Even though I always end up winning, anyway.... Love and Light and sister giggles,
Trish I'm a big dreamer who has a knack for waking up remembering said dreams, though I can't remember exactly how this particular one began.
Most of my dreams jump from topic to topic, location to location, interaction to interaction in entirely random ways. For example, I may be having a picnic with my sister one moment and then the next thing I know I'm trying to surf in the middle of a pod of dolphins while balancing a camera and a little dog on my board...Or I'm kissing some random person like Antonia Banderas, whom I have zero attraction to in real life...Or I'm trying to fly but instead I can only manage to make swimming motions to move through the air and end up exhausted and frustrated back on the ground. (Yes, all of these have been dreamt). Most of the time my dreams are complete silly nonsense and I've been known to wake up saying "what the hell..." on many a morning. But I'm also a believer in my dreams occasionally helping to send me ideas, inspiration, closure and...whether or not you choose to believe me, I swear it's true!...glimpses of the future. In this dream, I was in the middle of giving birth. Yep. Full on, big bellied, feet in the stirrups, doctors buzzing around me, sweaty labor. My mom was there. As a real-life nurse, this made sense on a number of levels. She was holding my hand and coaching me through my breathing, taking her eyes off me only to turn and instruct the hospital staff on what to do or what I needed. There was an obvious absence of any partner in the room and, as it often happens with dreams, I knew right away without being told that there was no partner in life in general. It was just me. After a few moments of blurry movement they placed the tiny being in my arms, swaddled in soft pink blankets. I looked down at her face, then up to my moms, who patted my arm and turned to give me time alone with the baby. I looked back down to her. I knew instantly that she was me. I know how trippy this sounds. Trust me, I really do. But I also know how coconuts in the most awesome way possible this dream was, too. I had given birth to myself. Crazy, right? Not in a "whoa this little baby looks just like I did when I was born" way or in a me-at-25-but-miniature way. I knew she was me in a her soul is my soul, her life is my life way. And then the most amazing thing happened. I looked at her tiny face and said out loud, "I love you. You are safe. I will never leave you." I held her for a number of minutes; loving her intensely and fully for her authentic self. Acknowledging her light as equal to mine. Needless to say I woke up with tears streaming down my face. This dream occurred during a time when I was making numerous fear-based decisions. I was forgetting to acknowledge what I really wanted, regardless of what everyone else wanted for me. I was ignoring my inner voice and continuing down a path that was clearly broken and destructive, to say the least. I was being an emotional masochist; repeating the same patterns over and over and expecting a different outcome each time. How could I love myself when I didn't even *like* who I was? I want to be exactly who I am designed to be. Who doesn't? Even in the wake of Steve Job's passing we can see this intense human desire lighting up the world of social media in the form of one of his most quotable sentiments; "Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma -which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary." I want to be exactly who I am and this dream was the kick start to understanding that it has to start with me. Giving birth to myself--holding myself while pouring love and protection on to that small life--was about as symbolic as any symbolic dream could be; I have to love myself for exactly who I am, first. Then, and only then, will my intuition be fully able to guide me to the beautiful places, people, adventures I crave for my life. It's safe to be me. It's safe to be you, too. Hoping you're loving yourselves big time today. Happy dreaming, Trish "Demoned" eggs from The Brixton (deviled eggs with crab)....HOLY YUM. My new TOMS. Perfect for fall! This song (Angus & Julia Stone,"Big Jet Plane"). Makes me think of driving down the coast at the very start of fall, windows down, heat on the feet...(have I ever told you how much I love cold air coming in thru an open car window at night while heat is blasting on my feet? Because I do love it. A whole lot.) This little kid. He was a contestant on America's Got Talent and showed up for a surprise performance at AsiaSF on Drea's birthday! I am super jealous of his moves. Like...raging with jealousy. Drea told me that I could dance like him if I practiced for 10 years. Yikes. That is a lot of years. My job. Working with all guys = getting a rear view mirror for my desk. Let the games begin.... Jessie J. Her voice, my goodness. So talented. Pretty sweet little message in this tune, too. "...seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing. it's ok not to be ok. sometimes it's hard to follow your heart. tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising....just be true to who you are..." In Gratitude,
Trish The Food For Thought board is back up in the new office kitchen! I promise to share some office photos soon. We're still putting the finishing touches on a bunch of things but it is really coming along and looking awesome. Everyone who visits is pretty blown away by how rad this space is :) We are very, very lucky to have not only a great group of coworkers and a fantastic product but a new office that knocks our socks off!
On another note, I'm feeling extra grateful for my friends today--both near and far, old and new. This is probably sparked by the combination of the 90's hits dance party/sing-a-long I had last night and the messages from east coast buddies that trickle in always right when I need them. Friends make life pretty incredible, don't ya think? Love and Light, Trish Chris painting my face with icing on my 18th birthday :) I'm a huge pack rat when it comes to memories. I am obsessed with keeping thoughtful cards, notes, drawings, letters, etc and if it weren't for the fact that a few years ago I gave myself the limit of one shoebox full of these kinds of things, I'm pretty sure I'd be featured on an episode of Hoarders...which, by the way, I literally can't watch anymore because the people and their homes gives me anxiety. This morning I woke up at 7am. On a Saturday. With nothing to do. Oh, life. So, I began to de-clutter my apartment a bit (again, hoarders = major anxiety) and stumbled upon my self allotted one shoebox of memories. After cracking it open and smiling/giggling/sighing over its contents for a few minutes I decided I'd really like to share a few of my favorite things inside, starting with an email from an old friend circa 2002. For 3 years Chris emailed a group of his friends a "quote of the day" and in his final message at the end of our summer before moving to our respective colleges he put together a compilation of AIM responses (ahhh, AIM! I miss my misst148 and delish620 days) to the question "what is the meaning of life?". Some snippets of people's replies I think you may enjoy are below :) I've abbreviated their names to just initials for privacy purposes. If any LHS kittens are reading this, do you recognize any of the answers?! Subject: Quote of the day 8/18 It's Time.... "...It's time for most of us to venture down a different road now. And there is no room for fear. Time lends itself to us. We lend ourselves to our surroundings. I have been doing these quote of the days for almost 3 years now...trying desperately to find some semblance of meaning in the words of others and I've no question I've found it. The only way to find what you truly wish in life is to realize what is out there. To try anything, to find some kind of crack in the sidewalk that you can slip yourself into and hope to smooth out the course for others. Make some kind of impact....So I'm leaving you, once again, with food for thought. But for the last time. Because in this world, it's not what you've heard other people say. It's what you say for yourself....Because it's not where you're from, it's where you're at. Enjoy!" What is the meaning of life? JC: if i knew i think i would be very happy right now KT: me? AW: 42 JM: to fulfill oneself KD: you are asking the wrong person.... KW: i couldn't tell you for sure but i think it's something to do with loving all that we can and making things beautiful in whatever way we're able. AC: umm...chocolate chip cookies, pizza and the beach? ;) JU: reproduce then die KH: eat, sleep, fall in love and make a name for yourself PT: who knows what life is maybe life is already done. you can't get a good answer on that 1....why don't you go on www.poetry.com KI: to find some sort of gold at the end of the rainbow AH: gotta go. bye. DF: wow...well i really do not know DF: there is no meaning. Chris: i thought you didn't know DF: well i thought about it DH: disney world and rocky horror Me (ugh, I'm so embarrassing): well i think the hardest battle anyone can really fight is the battle to be just "you"...and once you do that, maybe the answer sorta provides itself. KH: if i knew...i would tell you. the only thing i could come up with ....is that us people are put on this earth to do something...its just that no one can figure out what that something is DS: i want to give you an answer but im pretty sure i would just babble on trying to say something that sounded like a smart thing to say. BH: can't talk...essay for euro LT: to live for God CH: i dont know, ask Mr. Owl ......................................................................................................................... Almost 10 years later and I can't help but wonder how these folks would answer the question now. Heck, I wonder how *I* would answer that question now. Food for thought for another day, I suppose... I love my little shoebox of memories. In Gratitude, Trish |
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