Grateful Diet - Day 2

As I was getting onto I-880 S from 6th Street in Oakland, I hit the curb and had a flat tire. I parked my car snugly  at the side of the ramp and called AAA Emergency Services. My flat tire was replaced quickly and I was on the road again.

I am grateful to have good emergency services.
I am grateful that no cars hit me while I was parked at the side of the freeway.
I am grateful that I have a spare tire in my trunk otherwise my car will have to be tolled all the way back to San Jose.
I am grateful to Aaron from AAA Emergency Services for replacing the flat tire with a spare one.
I am grateful that I know a good tire repair in my area.
I am grateful that I can drive safely from Oakland to San Jose on the right most lane at 55 mph.
Driving is a necessity instead of a fun activity for me. Despite having to drive from San Jose to Oakland twice yesterday in the span of 3 hours, I am grateful that I was calm and collected throughout the situation.
I am grateful to the 21-day Grateful Diet Challenge which allows me to focus on gratitude instead of feeling lousy about the situation
I am grateful that the tire repair is open on Saturdays.
I have to change out the battery for my watch. I am grateful to the convenience in proximity between the tire report and the watch repair shop.

Grateful Diet - Day 1

I am grateful to have the opportunity to work and live in different countries.
I am grateful that I can call California my home.
I am grateful that my childhood life in Malaysia introduced me to living in a multiracial society
I am grateful that I can appreciate different cultures and enjoy some of them every much
I am grateful for my good health and that weight is not an issue for me
I am grateful that I am surrounded by inspiring people that motivate me, energize me and pick me up when I am down
I am grateful that I started the journey of being a first time home owner
I am grateful to have siblings that are sensible and independent
I am grateful to have people that I can pour my heart and soul to - Mila, Paige and LeeAnn
I am grateful to have an understanding boyfriend

Perfection Is Overrated

The first time I colored my hair was during my varsity days in Australia. I was convinced by a roommate. She said "It is really easy" and it was really easy but a little messy. I had a lot to clean up after coloring my hair. I left a trail from the dining room all the way to the bathroom. Despite the clean up effort, she did a great job with my hair. I was showered with compliments about my new red hair. It was a one time deal and most importantly it was a hassle to clean up after the fact.

Fast forward a few years, when my grey started to bother me especially at the sides, that signified the beginning of my hair coloring journey. I was frugal at the beginning so I colored on my own. Also, it was not cheap to get it done in the saloon. I became quite efficient and I don't have a lot of clean up when I colored on my own.  

I started coloring my whole head every 4 months then every 3 months then every 2 months and then every month. Today, I suspect 80% to 85% of my hair is gray. I get overly conscious if someone taller is standing behind me at the grocery checkout when my grey is visible from the crown of my head. I worked in a tech company and it is not uncommon for me to be the only female in the meeting room. I remembered one time when I glanced at the attendees in the room where everyone had salt and pepper colored hair. I thought to myself I could join the guys if I hadn't colored my hair. 

The annoyance of seeing my grey got the better of me. My grey is well distributed all over my head. When I colored on my own, either I can't reach some of the grey at the back of my head or I have shimmering strains of red hair all over. Clearly, my ability to color my own hair has deteriorated as more grey gradually dominated my head.

Fortunately, a friend introduced me to a great hairdresser and I have been going to her every month for the last 5 years or so. I thought I am all set in the hair department. Again, my grey got the better of me and the sight of grey approximately a centimeter long at the hairline split got under my skin every fortnight.  

While I am determined not to go to the hairdresser every 2 weeks to conceal my grey, I had to do something as the sight of the grey is irksome to me. I have a plan. I will continue to go to my hairdresser on a monthly basis and in between visits, I will color my own hair. I started to touch up my entire head.  A few iterations of my own coloring,  I came to the realization that the grey along my hairline split and the peripheral of my forehead are the most annoying to me. 

I tweaked my plan. Instead of coloring my entire head between visits, I just color the hair on the top of the crown. It worked. Let's face it , I am my own worst critique.  I was pretty elated to realize that I was perfectly fine just concealing the grey on the top of the crown.  

When it comes to hair and perhaps many things in life, I will strive for practically over perfection. Seriously, perfection is overrated.  

   

Smell It, please

I feel bad.While some people are staving, I am throwing away perfectly unspoiled food because of my over-reliant on expiry labels. Since young, I was taught to determine by myself whether my food is still edible.  I was taught to smell my food. If the milk smells sour, then it is spoiled. If the egg smells funny, it is probably bad. If the rice has a sour taste, then it is spoiled too. If the house is redolent with burnt smell from the oven while the cake is still baking away, the cake is probably burnt and the oven temperature needs calibration. Recent years, I have ceded control to the expiry dates on food labels. I have learned to rely on the expiry date on labels and boycotted the power of smell.The moment has come for me to restore the sniff test  and trust the sense of smell that had served me well while I was a kid.

Human Element At Play

I love facts and recently, I am learning to pay more attention on the human element in problems or situations. For most things in life, subjectivity is at play. Human element can make or break a game, a negotiation and sometimes it can propel us further.

In baseball, the pitcher tries to scope out the strike zone of the umpire behind the plate and hopefully in the first few innings.  Determining whether a pitch swung at a ball or a strike is purely at the discretion of the umpire. Some umpires are known to have a narrow strike zone, some are inconsistent and some are partial to certain pitchers or batters. A seasoned pitcher will make adjustment to the situation and with a good pitching combined with strong defensive play, there is a high possibility to win the game.

The History Channel features American Pickers where Mike Wolfe and Frank Fritz travel around the United States in a white van buying or picking from clients. What draws me to the series is the passion of the pickers for picking, the way they do the dance, how they break the ice with the clients and see them relish the moment when they found good buys. They conduct their business with respect and integrity to their clients and their trade. Mike and Frank would impart their practices on picking  - show interests in what the person is doing, don't give up easily and find a way to make a connection with the seller. It is about feeling someone out about their propensity to sell the item in question and close the deal in a win-win situation.  Love the way they do the dance and emerge triumphant for scoring good finds.

A sailboat can't sail directly against the wind. Instead, a sailboat sails in a zig-zag pattern against the wind to capture the wind. The irony is when the vessel harnesses the wind in just the right angle, it will sail faster than the wind. Bernoulli's Principle is at play here between velocity and pressure. There is fine adjustment on the curvature of the sail to harvest the wind and create the lift in the desired direction. One does not need to know the underlying physics principles to sail. At the end of the day, it is the combination of intuitive feel and practical experience of the sailor to get from point A to point B.

Adjustment is necessary. Adjustment should be made gradually. Experience matters. It takes time to ride the waves. Human element can make or break any situation. I see it clearly now.

Adios, Farewell And Good Bye To My Thirties

I will bid farewell to my thirties and usher in my 40th birthday this month. When I looked back, in the grand scheme of things, I have a spectacular thirties. Whether it was about career or about love or about self respect  or about health, I have a good run in my thirties. I have definitely learn to appreciate myself more, become less critical about myself and focus less on how people think about me.

I have battle scares that cut me really deep and hurt me really bad.  After my ex-french boyfriend left me for London/Paris, I was depressed and I just couldn't bring myself to eat for the first few days. When I watched Sex and The City, the movie, a few years later, I had an aha moment when Carrie was in the rut after Mr Big had jilted her. So that's what happens when someone has fallen out of love. While it will never get easier, at least I am emotionally prepared to handle myself appropriately.

I had experienced working with a version of boss from hell in my thirties. Thank god it was short lived when a senior leader intervened.  I chalked it up to style difference and the fact that we were not able to build a trust partnership.  It took me awhile before I realized that I was suffering from psychologically issues.  Instead of being temperamental prior to my menstrual period, I cried a lot. Sometimes I cried while driving to and from work and sometimes I just sat at my desk and cried.  I had lower abdominal pain and later found out that I had ovarian cyst/bubble. The moment that I was told that I no longer report to the boss from hell, my symptoms went away almost instantaneously. Vulnerability is gut wrenching piece of work! The two important takeaway from this experience were—what are some of the qualities of a boss from hell that I should never replicate and how stress can impact a human's well being. I should have taken action earlier. I know better now.

I respect individuals choice in sexual orientation and religious belief. When introduced to a gay person, it was normal for me. I have never been introduced to a homosexual couple until my mid thirties. I faux pas during the first introduction to a gay couple. I was dumbstruck immediately after the handshake. I don't know how to react then.  I was embarrassed for my behavior. Good news is I have gotten better at it.

Fitness has became an integral part of my lifestyle. When I was little, my monikers were "pencil" and  "chopstick" for I looked like a bamboo pole with long slim arms and a virtually non-existence derriere. I look so much better now. Yoga, rock climbing and running have sculpted my body. I have nice definition on my arms and I must say a pretty nice ass. Combine with the fact that I am more self-assured and confident, I carry myself far better than I did when I was younger. I like the mature me.

I am a late bloomer in the make up department. I can't fight it anymore as make up has creeped into my morning repertoire. It started out with perfume then lip gloss and now eye liner and bronzer or blusher. Today, I would not leave home without first putting on some eye liner and perfume. Without a doubt, I will add more along the way and contribute more to the beauty economy.

Whether it is managing the side effects of menopause, chemotherapy for breast cancer, having to succumbed to ovarian cancer,recovering after a lung transplant or caring for an autistic child, I saw the strength and resiliency in friends and friends of friends dealing with health issues of their own or caring for their love ones.  I salute them for their courage and perseverance in dealing with trials and tribulation of life. Their stories are reminders for me to take good care of my health. Even more now that I am hitting 40.

At this age and time, I would be remiss if I fail to mention social media. Facebook has enabled me to reconnect with my friends from primary, secondary and tertiary education. While I may not be close in proximity to my friends, I get a glimpse of their life from Facebook. It's a really special privilege though sometimes I take it for granted. It is really nice that I can compare notes about wellness and normalize the symptoms of aging with former classmates.This year I get to congratulate a lot of people on their 40th birthday on Facebook and age gracefully with them.

I have a long distance relationship with a very wonderful man. We have been seeing each other for a few years now. While the current arrangement works for us — spending time together at least 4 times a year and video conference calls on weekends.  I look forward to the time when we will take the next steps to live together.  Until then, we have a common goal to grow old together. We talked about lazy Sundays, reading newspapers and listening to classical music in the sunroom. I know it is in the horizon and plan to see through this goal of ours in my 40s and hopefully early 40s.

I learn to work with the reality of who I am and what's best for me. I learn to manage my energy over managing my time. I will bow out gracefully from my thirties and leap into my forties with great stride and self confidence. 

Mismatch socks à la mode

It is necessary to wear matching socks ? It seems to me that the rules have changed or times has changed. My french teacher's oldest daughter, a teenager, wears mismatch socks. She smiled and indulged me by sharing that she goes to school with mismatch socks too. It's her modus operandi. 

Her mum chimed in that she does not match up her clean socks and it is easier to settle with wearing mismatch socks.

When I was in Amsterdam, my boyfriend's teenage daughter also wore mismatch socks. When I observed two teenagers from different continents doing the same thing, I suppose this is the trend these days.  Recently, my french teacher's youngest daughter joined her sister.  Here's a picture of her creative match.

 

 Whether the motivation is to simplify the need to organize the socks drawer, to spark creativity or to draw attention, this is a new form of self-expression. I find it fun, inspiring and creative. If I were to do that when I was in missionary school, I would be sent to the principle's office. Oh... what a missed opportunity for self-expression during my youth.