tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81163332702902673362024-03-21T18:43:18.491-06:00nicole's narrationsnicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-40678066702409198322011-09-13T15:39:00.001-06:002011-09-13T15:44:23.885-06:00trajectory of a life -- new blog!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've moved! You can find my new blog, Trajectory of a Life, at <a href="http://www.trajectoryoflife.wordpress.com/">trajectoryoflife.wordpress.com</a>. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">See you there! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVF8g8oCL64NW8w_m-mFFVwUf7pwG4yDKhs2yIf3zsyvjS5omuA7pwO31JQ7VqMWq3iVTggIHfAMuICRevWzuGvB_cHX77-4ly2lRO9Zp-NPWtVgWNkMSkpWTd_wMF6ApDsGkHMcQ0zGs/s1600/147066705_c1a74e3b64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFVF8g8oCL64NW8w_m-mFFVwUf7pwG4yDKhs2yIf3zsyvjS5omuA7pwO31JQ7VqMWq3iVTggIHfAMuICRevWzuGvB_cHX77-4ly2lRO9Zp-NPWtVgWNkMSkpWTd_wMF6ApDsGkHMcQ0zGs/s400/147066705_c1a74e3b64.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Basically, I've just been using my blog as a platform to communicate my happenings in an effort to provide my family and friends a bit more insight into that which is my life. But, I find this tactic rather mundane for the most part and I suspect those who regularly read (or happen to stumble upon) my blog share in my sentiment. <br />
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So, where do the current feelings for my blog stem? Well, for starters and as previously mentioned, I'm lacking a theme, something to inspire me and provide ideas as well as to tie it all together. And then there's the part where I love, love, love WordPress, but my blog is currently a Blogspot. But, if I do the big changeover, I'll lose all my current content. *sigh* <br />
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What to do? I could just scrap the blog altogether and not have to worry about it. But, truth be told, I do enjoy the creative outlet the blog inspires, much different from my daily corporate writing style. I could conduct a major brainstorming session and develop some new and exciting theme that does not yet exist in the blogosphere (not likely). Or, I could just cut my losses, move my existing blog to Wordpress, continue in my current ways of blogging and deal with the fact that my blog has no theme.<br />
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The one thing I do know is that it that despite a few lingering clouds, the sun is managing to make an appearance this afternoon so I'm heading out to soak up some Vitamin D via a trail run. I'll let the whole blog dilemma stew for a bit and hopefully a solution will transpire. In the meantime, any thoughts or suggestions are appreciated. nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-3076521381832216302011-04-05T11:26:00.003-06:002011-04-05T11:46:54.762-06:00learning to stay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5dIGK8d5Q9WmRGt12Oy1UvLAau6euYLZobNT52nb00E44KBsHmZ9nhOkh0YIKI2-qSbg_SmJX2YeefArxs3mJOsgWEloEG2P-FLd4t5bZn3ioPozieg10rgc-6p9umLa71sBX38tyP3wR/s1600/2nd-anniversary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5dIGK8d5Q9WmRGt12Oy1UvLAau6euYLZobNT52nb00E44KBsHmZ9nhOkh0YIKI2-qSbg_SmJX2YeefArxs3mJOsgWEloEG2P-FLd4t5bZn3ioPozieg10rgc-6p9umLa71sBX38tyP3wR/s320/2nd-anniversary.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Wherever you go, </b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>there you are. </b></i></div><br />
Tomorrow marks the two year anniversary of my residence at 1451 24th St., a milestone that wouldn't exactly be of earth-shattering significance to most. However, for this former nomad, calling one address home for 24 consecutive months is a pretty big deal considering it's the first time I've done so since I moved out of my childhood home at the age of 18. In fact, prior to my current place, and with the exception of the aforementioned parents' place, my longest stint at one location came in at just under 12 months.<br />
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For someone who only moved once as a child -- and just to a new house within the same town -- packing up all my belongings every 10 or 11 months wasn't exactly the most natural instinct. However, the practice became a necessity during my college days and it kind of just stuck with me for the six subsequent years. And, even when my post-AmeriCorps plan brought me to Denver in 2007, I wasn't thoroughly convinced I would be here for more than a few years. But, here I am nearly four years (and 5 addresses) later.<br />
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The magnitude of the continuation of my current address lies not as much in the physical aspect as it does in the mental. There have been a number of instances during my time in Colorado that I have fought the urge to leave -- to run when I had a bad day or yet another guy turned out not to be the one or I missed my<span style="background-color: white;"> family. </span><br />
I have found that most of the time the urge to run has little to do with life's circumstances and more with me and my feelings. And, as we are all well aware, moving to a new address or even a new state will not allow us to run from our feelings and ourselves. <br />
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To say my urge to run has dissipated would not be entirely true. There are definitely still moments, days and even weeks when I struggle. But, instead of making a rash, emotionally-charged decision when life doesn't play out exactly as I desired, I sit with my feelings. I allow myself to feel, to process, and I listen. I<span style="background-color: white;"></span>nstead of giving into what at the time may seem like the easy way out, I stayed. Instead of giving up and running somewhere new or to somewhere more familiar, I stayed. And that -- the learning to stay with my thoughts and feelings, no matter how challenging -- has made all the difference.nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-85084050574124141532011-03-26T15:16:00.002-06:002011-03-26T15:20:02.698-06:00back to it<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOg6DW9UtmfbYuuNl42xElaRmeO8pwEXIS9bfNGnnDYKGmMlHkLuTrnbhXHbrvhkgcLq1PxbFQTEfH8SKo0ANvrI0x1y81AMV0RPwnc6fmqJyPmtw3nBY_IIY2SCqQlJhu-R9wjUoQc24/s1600/woman-running1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcOg6DW9UtmfbYuuNl42xElaRmeO8pwEXIS9bfNGnnDYKGmMlHkLuTrnbhXHbrvhkgcLq1PxbFQTEfH8SKo0ANvrI0x1y81AMV0RPwnc6fmqJyPmtw3nBY_IIY2SCqQlJhu-R9wjUoQc24/s1600/woman-running1.jpg" /></a></div><div><br />
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</div>Somewhere in the last few years, I've let running slide. To say I gave it up entirely wouldn't be quite accurate. But, I've gone from pounding out around 25-30 miles a week to my current state -- which is not exactly something to write home about.<br />
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</div><div>Running is something that has been a part of my life since my teens, and, while it lacks the status of a daily (or, in some periods, even weekly) routine, there is only one time in my life that I recall its absence. Sure, there have been lulls and, in the playbill of my life it would be considered more of an supporting role than the star. I don't mean to imply that I'm the best runner, but it's important to me and I've accomplished some pretty great milestones doing so -- including recently completing my first half-marathon.</div><div><br />
</div><div>So, if this thing is such a substantial part of who I am, how is it I can just let it fall by the wayside? How can I nix the waxing and waning pattern I've allowed to take place?<br />
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</div><div>Nearly four years ago, I moved to Denver and brought along a lot of extra weight. In fact, the summer of 2007 marked my highest weight ever. After settling in for a few months and getting a job, I decided it was time to shed the extra pounds I had gained during a serious bout of depression in 2005. To accomplish my goal, I joined Weight Watchers and eventually, started running again. Although I did work out pretty consistently during the year I lived in Delaware (pre-Denver), it mostly involved the elliptical machine and walks around Newark. Needless to say, it took some time to work back up to a place where I could run for an extended period of time. </div><div><br />
</div><div>But, by the winter of 2009, I was a running machine. In fact, I was logging more miles at faster speeds than any other time in my life. And, while I had lost a lot of weight the fact that I still hadn't hit my "goal weight," didn't seem to bother me when I was marking down my running stats for the week. I was in great shape and I felt really, really good. Then, something happened -- I began running less -- and less. And then one day, I wasn't really running anymore. Sure, I would fit in an occasional run, here and there, but the glory days of 45 minutes at 6.0 mph were gone. To say I was/am discouraged would be an understatement. </div><div><br />
</div><div>So, here I am -- trying to get back to it. This morning I logged 3.3 miles and it felt great. I took it slow and although I pined for the days when I could have done nearly twice that amount in the time it took, it still felt pretty damn great when I was through. The most encouraging aspect is that I know I can get back to where I was because I've been there before. I just have to be patient, cut myself some slack once in awhile and take it one mile at a time. </div></div>nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-43713488654021001572011-01-06T17:00:00.001-07:002011-01-06T17:02:05.291-07:00be where your feet are<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYbYSm4njgxmoBwcvnSwBGBWKUWdvF1a60W5VstEhE7tEp9vTDekgS_J4e5fXOvLO12co6Ya_AOILKit3oi8kNm7KY5lVRnZqb_wuEJ46TgQEQeB9BtwnlbTW16OUKHqAIXyUTbyGcIB_/s1600/mindfulness.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkYbYSm4njgxmoBwcvnSwBGBWKUWdvF1a60W5VstEhE7tEp9vTDekgS_J4e5fXOvLO12co6Ya_AOILKit3oi8kNm7KY5lVRnZqb_wuEJ46TgQEQeB9BtwnlbTW16OUKHqAIXyUTbyGcIB_/s400/mindfulness.gif" width="291" /></a></div><br />
It's a new year and along with it comes the dreaded resolutions. Year after year, I say I'm not going to make them, but as someone who is a habitual goal setter, how can I pass up the opportunity? I guess technically though my version varies as instead of abiding by the traditional new year resolutions, I develop an overriding theme for each year and then set goals in each life area according to the theme.<br />
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So, for 2011, I have decided my theme is mindfulness. I realize it's quite a broad concept, but one I really began exploring in the past few years. And, in 2011, I would like to take it up a notch and focus more on being present in the moment and making each one count in the different areas of my life.<br />
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Last year, I began really delving into the subject and even took a four week class. However, I definitely still have a lot to learn and put into practice. I know from my short time in dabbling in the practice of mindfulness that it can make a significant difference in how I feel and react to the circumstances around me. I look forward to making mindfulness more of a priority in 2011 and learning to be where my feet are.nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-68833245533241174112010-12-29T16:53:00.000-07:002010-12-29T16:53:43.357-07:00A year in review<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-US</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" DefUnhideWhenUsed="true"
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<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b> Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">~ Semisonic, Closing Time</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Well, here we are again – saying goodbye to yet another year and gearing up for what I hope will be a great one for all of us.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">This year has been extra busy for me as I spent the past 12 months serving as the 69<sup>th</sup> president of the Denver Jaycees. I realized going in that it would be a lot of work and there were definitely some unforeseen challenges that popped up along the way. However, overall the chapter had a great year and I learned a lot from the experience—both about myself and leadership. I also met a number of new friends as a result, locally and throughout the U.S., and I am grateful for these new friendships. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Beyond the Jaycees, work and other endeavors kept me quite busy as well, including a fair amount of traveling. Although I wasn’t able to take a “big trip” this year, I did spend ample time away from Denver. The year’s travels began with a trip to Tulsa for the U.S. Jaycees Leadership Academy and from there my voyages took me to an array of locations: Saratoga, Wyo.; Kansas City; Truth or Consequences, N.M.; New Orleans; Cimarron, N.M.; Minneapolis; Steamboat Springs, Colo.; Las Vegas; Durango, Colo.; Chicago; and, a few trips home to South Dakota for weddings, birthdays and the Christmas holiday. I also had a number of friends and family members visit me in Denver in 2010. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">This year also brought with it a number of big celebrations, including my own and many of my friends’ 30<sup>th</sup> birthdays. <span> </span>I spent the big 3-0 in Las Vegas with a group of great friends who ensured a memorable experience. Upon my return to Denver, I decided to usher in the next decade of my life with a few “upgrades” and hired a financial planner, took a class on mindfulness and had a few sessions with a personal trainer. In my mind, 30 is the definitive end to the adult trial period that is the 20s. That is not to say I don’t expect to make any more mistakes in my life or act completely responsible all of the time, but I do hope I have learned my lessons from my 20s and can move on to the next stage of my life.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">My job as a communications specialist at Tri-State G&T continues to be both challenging and rewarding, which I find to be the perfect mix. There were a few changes this year, including the departure of a coworker and dear friend. However, our department has gained two new members, both of whom are great additions. I was also promoted in July and celebrated my three-year anniversary in August, which marked the longest period I have been at a job (post college).</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Other personal milestones for the year include: completing my first half-marathon in October; renewing my lease at my loft, which marks the first time in more than 10 years that I have lived somewhere longer than 12 months; and, obtaining my Master Cooperative Communicator Certificate from the Cooperative Communicators Association.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Unfortunately, not all that occurred in 2010 was good as my family has endured quite a bit this year in the way of health. In February, my maternal grandmother moved into an assisted living facility. She had been living alone since my grandfather passed away in 2000, but within the past year her health made that option no longer viable. She had been adjusting well at her new home until November, when she fell and broke her arm. After undergoing surgery, she was moved to a nursing home where she will reside for a few more weeks until she gains better use of her hand. My paternal grandparents also had health issues this year as my grandmother and grandfather experienced illnesses that caused them both to have surgeries – in September and December, respectively. Both are recovering well, but definitely had a tough year. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Due to everything going on, our family Christmas celebration was altered quite a bit this year. Typically, we spend Christmas Eve with my dad’s parents and then shuttle back and forth between their house, my parent’s house and my maternal grandmother’s house on Christmas Day. However, this year due to the circumstances, Christmas Eve was spent with at the hospital with my grandparents and the majority of Christmas day took place at my parent’s house. Despite the reason for the change, I think my family was actually kind of relieved to have the opportunity to relax and enjoy each other’s company without running from house to house. In fact, my mom mentioned that this was the first time since she and my dad were married more than 30 years ago that we had been able to have Christmas dinner at home.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">Looking forward to 2011, I’m excited for all the possibilities and adventures it brings. First up on the docket is the Ships ‘n’ Dips cruise in February, during which I and my fellow cruise mates will be aboard a ship with the likes of Guster and the Bare Naked Ladies. I can’t wait! I hope your new year is filled with happiness and I look forward to our paths crossing soon. Best wishes for a Happy New Year!</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing">P.S. I "stole" this post from my New Year's card/letter. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><br />
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</div>nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-75007287124267611872010-11-24T11:22:00.000-07:002010-11-24T11:22:19.893-07:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAY4apt48WOlL-ZY-E4S6IJKOnwj9i9s2Mt1m3ykfk69RTg4bFfdLaGlIxLn0Iabv6mRAViUNbRoY4IZauDUcsci7WqgzQ4_YDxojIJy9vqnhcUfau-v5_PHXAQYuxkPR2yJncL8wv2y4b/s1600/Kit-Carson-windpower_Oct-2010_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAY4apt48WOlL-ZY-E4S6IJKOnwj9i9s2Mt1m3ykfk69RTg4bFfdLaGlIxLn0Iabv6mRAViUNbRoY4IZauDUcsci7WqgzQ4_YDxojIJy9vqnhcUfau-v5_PHXAQYuxkPR2yJncL8wv2y4b/s320/Kit-Carson-windpower_Oct-2010_01.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-2570102236506016572010-10-26T15:44:00.000-06:002010-10-26T15:44:35.894-06:00just do it!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYnTmj2ydMUb7Y7vPHfdAgcncgkOA_-1R727VkuWXvm8bVVpSuOMRNYD9npp7SE4k0tTV4pGKkKIw8OLv7E0QZIm72S7J4kCef-xkHXDEQFFgbf27Qz2eFPmgQfSKwMnbrDHRNGsjuZWhB/s1600/marathon2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYnTmj2ydMUb7Y7vPHfdAgcncgkOA_-1R727VkuWXvm8bVVpSuOMRNYD9npp7SE4k0tTV4pGKkKIw8OLv7E0QZIm72S7J4kCef-xkHXDEQFFgbf27Qz2eFPmgQfSKwMnbrDHRNGsjuZWhB/s400/marathon2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Although it's been more than a week ago, I'm happy to announce (late) that I completed my first half-marathon! It was definitely a challenge, but very rewarding as well. My ultimate goal was to finish, with no expectations of time, and I did just that.<br />
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Honestly, I had a really great time. Both the weather and the course were ideal, with just the right amount of hills and flats, and I found myself enjoying the experience. The aftermath was not too bad either; quads were pretty sore for a few days, but I didn't experience any joint pain or soreness, including my knees (which is a small miracle).<br />
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I plan to participate in the Mickelson Trail Half-Marathon in June and perhaps another race in the fall. One thing I did realize from my experience is that I may never complete a full marathon. After witnessing a coworker's pain and discomfort associated with running 26.2 miles, not to mention the time required for the training, I may just call it good with 13.1 miles. <br />
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Tonight is the first of four sessions for Mindfulness 101. I'm really looking forward to the course and hope to gain some valuable information related to subject. This weekend brings a trip to Laramie and time spent traipsing around my alma mater, including a Pokes football game on Saturday. I'm looking forward to taking a stroll down memory lane, as well as making new ones with my friend and current grad student, Lacey. Plenty of photos to follow. nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-55609653738451149512010-10-20T15:53:00.000-06:002010-10-20T15:53:27.796-06:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XIGeWR2kgBN8MJStbbjArKClhrfZ1LjG-6H281cdHrGEVFV6y4qoADhRZSvojh7i9Ez71MH0Axwt83cphCQFRlZWCwKLjuGSASgWkCTSHOLEV6h_4aT4kfEyJDDrnRFcKf9yTE3alpYF/s1600/72190_812728209104_11323947_45580872_4019196_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XIGeWR2kgBN8MJStbbjArKClhrfZ1LjG-6H281cdHrGEVFV6y4qoADhRZSvojh7i9Ez71MH0Axwt83cphCQFRlZWCwKLjuGSASgWkCTSHOLEV6h_4aT4kfEyJDDrnRFcKf9yTE3alpYF/s640/72190_812728209104_11323947_45580872_4019196_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-44042540510785450482010-10-08T12:24:00.000-06:002010-10-08T12:24:53.411-06:00the big 3-0<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From Las Vegas to Denver, celebrating my 30th was a great time. Thanks to all my friends for making it an experience to remember. Love you all. :-) </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: small;">I'm 30. Yep, it happened whether I was willing or not. And, turns out there is not much of a difference between 29 and 30, except for the fact that I am taking some steps to be a bit more responsible. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">This week included an inaugural meeting with a financial counselor, as well as a session with a personal trainer. I also signed up for four-week class focusing on mindfulness, which begins in November (super excited for this!) and recommitted to running the half-marathon. I had signed up for the event months ago, but then lost my motivation to train for it and pretty much gave up on it. However, thanks to a dear friend, I've decided to give it my best shot, with a goal of finishing before the streets are reopened. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Next week takes me to Durango, Colo., for a work trip and then the race, to finish off the weekend. I'm looking forward to visiting what I've been told is an amazing little town. </span>As always, I'm grateful to have a job that allows me to explore and travel our service territory and hope to take full advantage of my time there. So, until next time, <br />
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I received an e-mail yesterday from Whole Foods, which was not unexpected as I am on their mailing list and similar e-mails arrive in my in box on a weekly basis. There was nothing strange or distinctive regarding this particular installment, save the subject line: Guess Who's Turning 30? <br />
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Now, a logical person would have probably read the subject line and then proceeded by taking one of two actions -- 1) open the e-mail if they had any interest in reading on, or 2) delete the e-mail. Yes, a reasonable person would have chosen one of the previous options. However, let's add into the mix that the person receiving the e-mail (me) is just more than a week shy of turning 30 AND is not the least bit excited nor happy to be crossing this threshold of a decade in her life.<br />
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Okay, back to yesterday and the e-mail as I'm sure the suspense is eating at you by now. Upon reading the subject line, I promptly marched over to my boss' office and exclaimed that somehow, someway, Whole Foods has discovered that I am turning 30. I believe it went a little something like this: "How! Does! Everyone! Know! I! Am! Turing! 30!?"<br />
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After calming me down (aka, telling me I'm crazy, or something to that effect), he told me that I probably, at some point, had filled out a survey or signed up for an offer that required me to submit my date of birth. After hearing this news, I made my way back to my cube, sulking along the way. Upon returning to my computer, I chose option number one and opened the e-mail and, wouldn't you know it, Whole Foods is celebrating their 30th anniversary this month. Oops. <br />
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At this point you're probably asking yourself why, even if it had been true that Whole Foods had "discovered" my age, would it be such a big deal. It really wouldn't have, except for that fact that I really, really, really do not want to turn 30. Although my 20s were definitely not met without adversity and a few major trials and tribulations, I really posses no desire to bid them adieu. I like my 20s. I want to stay here. I want to live in the decade where learning and making mistakes are built into the equation, where responsibility is something that can be postponed, or at the very least, put on layaway. <br />
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And, I love my friends, but if one more of them tells me that "30 is the new 20" or that their "30s have been the best years of their life," <i>I will scream.</i> Seriously. (You know who you are).<br />
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Yes, I understand the basis of my hatred toward the big 3-0 is unfounded. Am I being over dramatic and a bit ridiculous? Maybe (okay, probably). But, it makes my feelings no less real. Obviously, this is something that is going to happen -- I am going to turn 30 next week. It's inevitable. I just hope that I can come to terms with it sooner, rather than later. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>In the hopes of not being written off as a whiny, unappreciative brat, I would like to say I am thankful for all that life has given me for the first 29 years and 51 weeks of my life. And, the good news is I'm frequently mistaken for a 24-27 year-old, which will downplay the turning 30 (hopefully).<br />
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I'm thinking I may need to embrace my inner Samantha Jones to make this whole process less intimidating. No, I'm not going to promptly turn to promiscuity to get me through the years, but I do think there's something to be said about a woman who doesn't let age hinder how she lives. Plus, I've always wanted to use her line: "I'm forty-fu**ing five, and I'm Fabulous." (I omitted the middle part just in case there are young eyes reading the page).<br />
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Regardless of how I do it, I am going to have to accept and deal with turning 30. It's going to happen. I'm just glad I'll be doing it in Las Vegas, which will most likely inhibit my ability to fully comprehend the change. Or, at least that's the goal. So, goodbye 20s, hello 30s. Ugh.nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-68271896050412805732010-09-10T16:21:00.000-06:002010-09-10T16:21:00.028-06:00blogging, or lack thereof<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge0tm7hZg0Y6veaMbwTSPW5oi93Y_F5sSVEHwnxgGS54dXxRIJapuXedIb1r7vz-YYTT80EKOznED9zkqr3SJZHpO7TbovhnqeBlZ-Cvq9rp0gH017eQTkBnlwICE85-7vX5N-F-I1-9uV/s1600/9_10blogrevised.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge0tm7hZg0Y6veaMbwTSPW5oi93Y_F5sSVEHwnxgGS54dXxRIJapuXedIb1r7vz-YYTT80EKOznED9zkqr3SJZHpO7TbovhnqeBlZ-Cvq9rp0gH017eQTkBnlwICE85-7vX5N-F-I1-9uV/s400/9_10blogrevised.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>The great thing about being a writer is that blogging is a relatively simple task. First of all, blogging involves an activity I complete nearly on a daily basis, so to say I'm used to it would be an understatement. Second, there's not a lot of pressure to produce a well-written piece -- no agents or editors to answer to -- when you're the one posting it. A blog is pretty much a free-for-all when it comes to content, grammar and style. <br />
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So, you'd think as a writer I could be a bit more consistent with my postings; maybe even keep my promise to write once a week. But, that's the ironic thing about being a full-time writer who also does a lot of writing for extracurricular activities -- by the time I get around to wanting or being able to produce a blog post, the last thing I want to do is write. When I actually get into it, I love writing. It's just daunting task of doing it that usually discourages me to the point I skip it for the week, promising I'll post extra the following week (which, if you're a regular follower, doesn't happen all that often.).<br />
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The other discouraging component of producing a blog (in my opinion) is the content creation. I want to write something people will read, even if it is just a few friends and family members. And, not only do I want them to read it, ideally, I would like them to get something out of it. Easier said than done.<br />
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I realize this pressure is self-inflicted and have even been told my some of my devoted readers that no matter what I write, they enjoy it. However, I find this hard to believe as I've posted some pretty drab material here. None the less, it's Friday afternoon, a time when my brain is on the verge of shutting off and entering weekend mode, and I'm attempting a blog post. I'm not making any promises as far as the creativity or stimulation though.<br />
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And, so it begins. Or rather, we're in the middle already, so I guess I should say it continues. Regardless, I spent last weekend and part of the prior week visiting family and friends in SoDak. It was honestly one of the best times I've spent there in a very long time. I chose last weekend because it was a time when I had nothing to return for (with the exception of my mom's birthday), so could actually visit and enjoy myself without having to worry about making it to this or that.<br />
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Turns out, my plan worked out perfectly. I was able to relax, have fun with my nieces and nephew and visit with my grandparents and parents. It was nice. Maybe I'll start skipping Christmas trips and just go back in the summer . . .<br />
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The week following vacation is typically a tough one, but it helps when it only last four days and one of them is spent high-rolling it in a suite at the Rockies game. Yes, yesterday my department had a team building day, during which we ate, drank and cheered our home team to a well-deserved victory. I may complain periodically about my job, but, in all honesty, I am pretty lucky. I truly like what I do (even when it doesn't involve a cushy suite) and who I work with and realize that isn't something that can be said by all. <br />
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This weekend will be spent catching up with friends I've neglected over the past few months, due in small part to my traveling, but also because I've turned out opportunities to see them in lieu of a bit of me time. Overall, I'm just going to spend time enjoying the last few weeks of life in my 20s. That's right -- 14.5 days and counting. *gulp*nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-38611578610104515252010-09-08T10:27:00.002-06:002010-09-08T10:27:30.918-06:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGegIZxisPCq6nw5KNE330cz_M_hbdu2TbNAkXyyrF71BAhpPbRuUIAiIcMTW3S7WRD-I3OpAGT2BukK4fymSZ-EUUpCwU_cuviYhcJ1plINzhc46Q2J-BavMS3sHMG0MRr_QtsgOAJ1G/s1600/41019_798378251534_11323947_45166464_8250476_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGegIZxisPCq6nw5KNE330cz_M_hbdu2TbNAkXyyrF71BAhpPbRuUIAiIcMTW3S7WRD-I3OpAGT2BukK4fymSZ-EUUpCwU_cuviYhcJ1plINzhc46Q2J-BavMS3sHMG0MRr_QtsgOAJ1G/s640/41019_798378251534_11323947_45166464_8250476_n.jpg" width="538" /></a></div>nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-81089482589162826322010-09-01T07:08:00.000-06:002010-09-01T07:08:32.057-06:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVw4K4C9v0Du3y3pJKeb0BZjLInZkiP0fFOLx4c3UMtfzPceprqlDGdw_VAS8vW4SkOuncA9dcoKNlUe8ZSC4dwXGy3I3esOT5Lrpoh-dGq04fIASNdU243_W2kKsRY-7B-zWqacX-vtfA/s1600/P8310199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVw4K4C9v0Du3y3pJKeb0BZjLInZkiP0fFOLx4c3UMtfzPceprqlDGdw_VAS8vW4SkOuncA9dcoKNlUe8ZSC4dwXGy3I3esOT5Lrpoh-dGq04fIASNdU243_W2kKsRY-7B-zWqacX-vtfA/s640/P8310199.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-70469879277077971632010-08-26T13:57:00.000-06:002010-08-26T13:57:22.744-06:00attraversiamoThankfully, this week has brought with it some much needed downtime, of which I have taken full advantage. Sunday, I FINALLY made it to see <i>Inception</i> -- I give it four stars -- and Monday I enjoyed my first free evening in many weeks.<br />
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Tuesday was a fantastic day, spent traveling to Pueblo West, where I savored a delicious sushi lunch with one of my favorite co-op people. On the return trip, I stopped by the outlets in Castle Rock and discovered some great "deals," including a replacement for my favorite pair of running capris, which have definitely seen their better days. As one who enjoys driving, I found myself appreciative of the time spend behind the wheel -- new scenery, minimal traffic, time to think. Although I spend adequate windshield team every day, traveling to and from work and various events, the experience is the same, day-in and day-out. Tuesday's trip provided relief from the mundane and for that, I am grateful. <br />
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Last night was another theater evening, this time spent viewing <i>Eat, Pray, Love</i>. I am a big fan of the book from which the movie was adapted, so was excited to see the big-screen version of the story. And, as was the case with most movies I see after reading the book, it paled in comparison to its source. However, in this case, I still enjoyed the rendition, even if I did spend a large portion of the time criticizing the adaptation. <br />
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After the movie ended, I found myself wishing I could follow in the steps of author, Elizabeth Gilbert, -- taking a one-year hiatus from my everyday life to explore myself and the world. I'm certain I'm not the only person to feel this way, whether this follows a viewing of this movie or reading the book, but it doesn't alleviate my desire to pick up and spend a year traveling.<br />
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As the concept continued to brood, I recognized that while I may not have spent a year jet setting around foreign countries, my AmeriCorps experience provided a similar result. I packed up all of my belongings and drove across the country to a place I had only visited once, for a few days, to work for free (okay, technically we received $800/month, but that's hardly a sustainable wage).<br />
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Although I did volunteer for the year, my reasons for taking the journey were not sole altruistic. I made the decision shortly after the end of a seven-year relationship, to get away, to attempt to discover the self I had lost during those years and for some much-needed time to heal from the ending of the long and craggy relationship. And, while the scenery may have been vastly different -- Italy, India and Bali vs Delaware -- and the experience not entirely what I had hoped for, I am grateful for the opportunity, all the same. And, as I walked away from the theater last night, I found myself smiling, feeling truly indebted. <br />
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I suppose the moral of the story is to not take for granted those experiences you are able to have, regardless of if they are or are not the "dream" adventure. And, to not hold your breath for an Eat-Pray-Love opportunity to come around and "save" you. Take time each day, no matter where you are -- physically or emotionally -- to save yourself, whatever this may mean to you. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dear friend Brenna, without whom my Delaware experience would not have been the same (or bearable, honestly). </td></tr>
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Truth be told, I'm pining for colder days, when I won't feel guilty for not taking advantage of the warm weather, and I can relax and just be for a while. I realize decreased temps shouldn't dictate when I can take a day to hole up in my apartment, dismissing all that is happening outside my doors. However, my personal logic would disagree.<br />
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It will be a few months until I can fully enjoy the new season, as my September calendar is chock full of activities. I'm reserving October, however, for plenty of R&R&R (rest, relaxation and reflection). It will be quite appropriate as it will be the first full month of my 30s (which I still haven't come to terms with yet) and many of our bigger Jaycees projects will be complete at that time. Needless to say, I am looking forward to October.<br />
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In the meantime, I continue to live my insanely busy life. This week involved an afternoon in Boulder with a dear friend; a painting class, through which I discovered a new-found love for acrylics; and enjoyed the musical talents of Weezer, Phoenix and Jack Johnson, among others, at the Miler High Music Festival.<br />
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The week also involved a goodbye celebration for a coworker, who I am extremely sad to see leave. She has been an inspiration, a mentor and a cherished friend, and I will miss her guidance and spirited nature. As I prepare to say my goodbyes to Karli, I am again reminded of how great of an impact others make on our lives and that we seldom realize this until they are gone. This quote, which I stole from Karli's goodbye e-mail, says it best: "We are all part of everyone we meet."<br />
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So, today, I challenge you to make time to tell a friend, family member or another know how much you appreciate them. Don't wait for the day they are packing up their reference books and Ristras, do it today, tomorrow and often.nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-18461399218230427902010-08-18T10:37:00.000-06:002010-08-18T10:37:44.656-06:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjuxhVUeLIbYxPGv6yST74WRA0tSq31D6CY0MM7Na6aV4g55CHxXq2Ot50IrWekorU2HaHYApGMAaZBQ_9QtdAwl3V0KeK28m2bKLfl5MF3IFOlgLORzvRDQ8KqW9aqB4MmLBI5Wob1wmX/s1600/rocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjuxhVUeLIbYxPGv6yST74WRA0tSq31D6CY0MM7Na6aV4g55CHxXq2Ot50IrWekorU2HaHYApGMAaZBQ_9QtdAwl3V0KeK28m2bKLfl5MF3IFOlgLORzvRDQ8KqW9aqB4MmLBI5Wob1wmX/s640/rocks.jpg" width="480" /></a></div>nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-82011423973379594752010-08-12T15:29:00.003-06:002010-08-12T15:46:56.316-06:00mud & mountainsLast weekend was spent getting very, very muddy and then cleaning off in the mountains, via whitewater rafting. Although it was a busy weekend, I enjoyed the new adventures and spending time with friends whom I hadn't seen in a while, as well as new friends. <br />
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The upcoming weekend will be more time spent away from home, enjoying live music at the Mile High Music Festival. I'm looking forward to seeing some of my favorite musicians, including Weezer, Phoenix, Keane, Cypress Hill and Jack Johnson.<br />
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Also happening this week is the initiation of my time tracking plan, which basically involves me documenting how I spend every hour during the week. The exercise stems from the book, "168 Hours" which was recommended as part of the e-course I recently completed. So far, time tracking has been an interesting experience and a bit of an eye opener (I spend WAY more time than I thought watching TV, which can probably be attributed to my newly discovered love of 30 Rock. How did I not know about this show?! Hilarious!).<br />
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At times I have been frustrated by the tediousness of writing down every activity, but it's already proven beneficial as far as completing weekly goals (which I've also started setting this week) and evaluating how I spend my time. I have already made changes based on the results and it's only day four. Although I'm not planning on making the time tracking a weekly occurrence, I do plan to complete it once a month. I highly recommend giving it a try, especially if you find yourself, at the end of day, wondering where all your time went.<br />
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Part of the blame can be attributed to the fact that I was at youth camp a few weeks ago and had very limited access to the internets for the duration. Beyond that, the Jaycees, the tranquilista e-course, other various projects and training for a half-marathon have swallowed the majority of my free time. I can't complain though as the work I've been doing for the e-course has been very enjoyable and enabled me to grow -- introspectively and spiritually. I am sad to see it end and hope to continue with the practices I developed as part of the course, some of which may turn into a new business venture (more later on that).<br />
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As for the Jaycees, all I can say is that I've made it past the halfway point and am definitely counting down the months until my presidency is complete. I don't mean to be negative regarding the Jaycees, but I can honestly say I am burnt out. It's been a long, busy, stressful year thus far. I am grateful for the experience and all it has taught me, but am looking forward to handing over the reins in January.<br />
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Additionally, I've been continuing in my quest to morph into a good cook -- or, a cook, at the very least. My most recent delicious creation was dinner last night -- roasted butternut squash and onion. Yum! I've been toying with the idea of taking a cooking course, but my current schedule just doesn't allow for such. I had to choose between cooking and a photography class, and the latter won. Although, I do enjoy photography as well, and taking additional classes in the subject has been on my to-do list for at least a year, so it's definitely not a bad choice. And, the fact that work is picking up the tab doesn't hurt either. <br />
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After this week, with the completion of the e-course and wrapping up a few other projects, things should get back on track for the blog. Oh, and for those who are curious, the training is going okay. My knees have been bothering me quite a bit and Ibuprofen and ice are vying for the position of my new best friend.<br />
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Looking ahead, I am excited for a few adventures that will be occurring this weekend -- mud volleyball (where I will be a participant, as opposed to a spectator, as was the case the past three years) and whitewater rafting. I'm taking advantage of the summer months before fall creeps in and then winter is upon us because, as we all know, the snowy months will be here before we know it. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvIL2M-6ePjFftP0u_5jobyO7Lk2tMfIn5dHTFXpwGcm3ZtxHzUXYwtCPh5aUXjtR7wXA0_a1oITys1xjNeSHS-X93pEvgObU5HQOW3xjkudMngTHaU4HietySF56G2XuKTeLs4BRdmcq/s1600/38323_782708543754_11323947_44516601_3278269_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvIL2M-6ePjFftP0u_5jobyO7Lk2tMfIn5dHTFXpwGcm3ZtxHzUXYwtCPh5aUXjtR7wXA0_a1oITys1xjNeSHS-X93pEvgObU5HQOW3xjkudMngTHaU4HietySF56G2XuKTeLs4BRdmcq/s640/38323_782708543754_11323947_44516601_3278269_n.jpg" width="640" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlbLxVuT_wThlvvuQkLHjHn_o3ZWB9Je-iODDF7XOwtv_NWYWTYmBYqSXtC76gvvpy_xUyUJiz9dgy9tzjdnZLZkhyJWI1QbBuf6q5BBFFrYgd7HBEB71X8JNpieYs2U6SnkUpL4zlKLA/s1600/38855_783559473484_11323947_44557516_7938539_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlbLxVuT_wThlvvuQkLHjHn_o3ZWB9Je-iODDF7XOwtv_NWYWTYmBYqSXtC76gvvpy_xUyUJiz9dgy9tzjdnZLZkhyJWI1QbBuf6q5BBFFrYgd7HBEB71X8JNpieYs2U6SnkUpL4zlKLA/s640/38855_783559473484_11323947_44557516_7938539_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i> <span style="font-size: small;">I, along with other members of the Denver Jaycees and Cherry Creek Jaycees, participated in Relay for Life at Wash Park in July -- walking 10 miles throughout the night. Thanks to all who donated for the cause. And, above, my fellow co-op communicator, Becky, and me enjoying a swim in the Colorado River during a rafting trip at Youth Leadership Camp. </span></i></div>nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-77557226205888835212010-07-28T17:19:00.000-06:002010-07-28T17:19:22.342-06:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiack1vx6MGMwO54d2XTJo8691mvUf8jrWhhMgIDvIXrndLh6_kanwxscNERR1VLK52t0fhgWmXDaDldQFaoIDbUOqrQuykfap9FPRYq6rbEy-Kxs-8jly5gCerWxrmwygYfrjOblay7PXk/s1600/Youth-camp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiack1vx6MGMwO54d2XTJo8691mvUf8jrWhhMgIDvIXrndLh6_kanwxscNERR1VLK52t0fhgWmXDaDldQFaoIDbUOqrQuykfap9FPRYq6rbEy-Kxs-8jly5gCerWxrmwygYfrjOblay7PXk/s640/Youth-camp.jpg" width="428" /></a></div>nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-79183204697539882802010-07-07T19:31:00.002-06:002010-07-07T19:32:23.870-06:00Wordless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6USF7FFK4IEQbrSkZ7CkRlHroLbX84beZoKPCZMvsIHgay113hc_kyTMyzaRVfJ9A3Ung0HlrQd176lTPhez6kpEKz8IktLqoDf3BXhoULNco7sjQtmUIB98Y4Uh0wZ6ncpPU-lx32SD/s1600/P7050122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="580" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6USF7FFK4IEQbrSkZ7CkRlHroLbX84beZoKPCZMvsIHgay113hc_kyTMyzaRVfJ9A3Ung0HlrQd176lTPhez6kpEKz8IktLqoDf3BXhoULNco7sjQtmUIB98Y4Uh0wZ6ncpPU-lx32SD/s640/P7050122.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>nicole J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/08533285407672128680noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116333270290267336.post-79502271905719164602010-07-06T19:48:00.004-06:002010-07-07T22:00:11.369-06:00new cook in town<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
I would like to take this moment to provide a fair warning to Giada, Bobbie Flay, Cat Cora and the rest of the Food Network chefs -- there's a new cook in town and, if I do say so myself, she's good. Real good. Oh yeah, and it's me. That's right -- I can cook. Who knew?<br />
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As I type this blog entry, I am concurrently enjoying my latest concoction -- braised swiss chard with currants, pine nuts and goat cheese. Um, yeah, and it's delicious. In all seriousness, I believe I have found a new hobby.<br />
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It all started a few weeks ago when I began browsing recipes for ideas on how to prepare some of the produce I had received in my Door to Door Organics delivery. The first day, it was baked kale (yum) and, it has spiraled into me spending hours in the kitchen, concocting dishes and enjoying every bite. To be fair, I have relied on the assistance of recipes for most of my creations. But, I'm not only improving on cooking techniques, but also beginning to recognize which flavors work well together and have begun playing around a bit outside the recipe book (or internets, as the case may be).<br />
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It's a bit ironic that I used to watch cooking show after cooking when I had cable. And, only after I joined the HD-antenna/non-cable community (re: I only receive 8 channels, three of which are in Spanish and zero have anything to do with cooking) am I actually putting all I learned to practice. Best of all, because I'm taking the time to cook (and really, really enjoying it), I haven't been eating out nearly as often, which is saving me calories and cash. I've also making an effort to cook/eat whole foods and am finding myself relying less and less on processed items. Unfortunately, I still need the occasional Healthy Choice meal to get me through the day, but ultimately, those frozen "delights" are making fewer and fewer showings in my lunchbox.<br />
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Below are a few of my recent creations -- they may not look like much, but they sure were delicious.<br />
<i>Fresh tomato and mango salsa. Cucumber, tomato and greek yogurt salad. Braised swiss chard with currants, pine nuts and goat cheese. </i><br />
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However, the avenues of courses in which I routinely participate tend to involve some means to an end, whether it be the aforementioned certificates and degrees or the achieving of an objective goal (this may be apparent, but I also flourish on setting and meeting goals). While my intention is not to discount these, as I have learned a great deal and achieved much through the journey of the courses, I recently recognized that the classes and courses and books were not providing me with something I have been seeking -- inner spiritual growth. <br />
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As a resolution to my current situation, I enrolled in an e-course of a different sort -- one which does not involve a grade or a certificate of completion, but instead comes with a purpose of expanding creativity and the examination of self. The course does entail assignments, but this "omwork" has nothing to do with reading a textbook or completing a multiple-choice quiz, but instead requires such tasks as journal writing, creating a morning routine (beyond the snooze button, coffee and rushing out the door) and practicing yoga -- all done on a daily basis.<br />
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The course, which spans a six-week period, began today as I listened to the first podcast at lunch, diligently taking notes (not required). I felt immediately inspired as the instructor outlined the topics for the first week -- mindfulness, meditation, yogic breathing and the eight limbs of yoga -- and even more so when I took the time to begin my first omwork assignment. I anticipate this journey to be acutely personal, so therefore will spare you the intimate details on this blog as it progresses -- I will leave that to my journal. And, while it is impractical for me to take the next six weeks to focus solely on this class and me, I am going to put forth a considerable amount of effort and time to explore the <a href="http://blog.kimberlywilson.com/">tranquilista lifestyle</a>. Cursory updates forthcoming.<br />
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<i>Speaking of growth, my first delivery from <a href="http://www.doortodoororganics.com/">door-to-door organics</a> arrived today. Below is just a sampling of its contents. Yum! </i><br />
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