#10. Put together a weekly flower arrangement for myself, for one whole month.

Week One: $3.99 bouquet from TJ's.

I've learned a lot in grad school, but one overarching concept that we learn both in classes and at our internships is that of self-care. This idea certainly is not rocket science, but it was still foreign and unfamiliar to me when I first heard about it. Self-care, at least as it relates to social work, involves the idea that you can't be a good practitioner unless you yourself are sound mentally, physically and emotionally. 


In other words: be nice to yourself. 


Or, as they say on Parks & Rec, treat yo'self.

Week Two(lips).

(disclaimer: I highly recommend being nice to yourself and watching that video because it is amazing and you will laugh and then probably want either a mimosa, a cupcake or a crystal beetle brooch)




"Be nice to yourself" is something I first started saying to my therapy clients, and then began saying to some of my friends, especially when they started getting hard on themselves about stuff like work, relationships, even dieting. Be nice to yourself. Don't be so hard on yourself, you're a good person, you tried. Compliment yourself, value yourself and when you deserve it, reward yourself. 

But then I had to remember all this, too.

Week Three: happy yellow flowers.

I added this item to my list for a few reasons. First off, flowers are pretty and smell nice, and those are both good things. Secondly, I have somehow accumulated a weirdly high number of vases that occupy a rather neglected shelf in a kitchen cupboard. And third, sometimes you just have to be nice to yourself. And when it doesn't always come naturally, sometimes you have to add it to your to-do list...

Week Four: $5.99 bouquet from TJ's.

...but big ups to grocery stores,  for putting their fresh flowers right when you walk in -- a couple times it slipped my mind, but ambushing me with bouquets as soon as the doors open certainly helped remind me. Also, if you're looking for affordable flowers that won't die before you get them back to your house, I highly recommend Trader Joe's.

There's not really much to say about this item, except that I'm glad I did it. Every time I look at my flowers in my no-longer-relegated-to-the-dark-corner-of-the-cabinet vases, I smile. As I prepare to move from the world of social work potentially into a more corporate setting, I plan on taking this idea of "self-care" with me, and making sure the people around me take note. It may not be practical or cost-efficient to always have fresh flowers around, and I get that. 


But every once in a while, you just gotta treat yo'self. 

The Quest for #1: On my way (at least technically...)

Basset Hounds running...what greater joy is there.

So, this whole time I've been talking about running the Marine Corps Marathon, I've sort of neglected the fact that I actually have to register for it. I'd heard it was a competitive race to get into, so in typical me fashion, I penned the registration date into my calendar, and kept a close eye on the website when the day came. As soon as registration opened I zipped through the process and $93 later, I had my confirmation. Long story short...


I'm registered for Marine Corps Marathon 2012!


Last year's race sold out in 28 hours. This year's race sold out in 2 hours and 41 minutes! Soooo trendy.


I so appreciate the people who have congratulated me when I tell them this news, especially those who have run the race before and have nothing but positive things to say about the course and the overall experience. But hearing those "congratulations" only reminds me how much work is going to go into the next 218 days, 16 hours, 7 minutes and change, and of course the 26.2 miles after that.


So, as a first-time marathoner who at this moment feels GROSSLY unprepared to run even a 10k, let alone over 4 times that, I have decided that I am going to use this space to keep track of my training efforts. School is almost over, I'm not sure where I'll be or what I'll be doing come this summer, so right now I'll focus on what I can control: become less grossly unprepared.


I'll start with a confession: I hate running. I hate the way I think I look when I'm running. Sometimes I get frustrated when my iPod switches to a song I don't like and then that reminds me how tired my legs are and then I just want to stop. I sometimes catch glimpses of how fast other people are running on the treadmills next to me and fall into a deep shame chasm. One time, I even convinced myself not to go to the gym because the treadmill TVs don't have closed captioning and I really wanted to watch the next episode of House Hunters International (disclaimer: this show is on HGTV no fewer than 14 hours a day). I could go on, but I think you get it.


Here's another confession: I really want to love running. So far, I love the feeling I get after I finish running. Crossing the finish lines of the races I have done are waaay up on my list of best memories. Right now, I run for the finish line, for the "Workout Complete" message on the treadmill. But my goal, my hope, is that somehow along the way, I'll become a runner.

#12. Buy a bottle of wine that should be consumed only for a monumentally celebratory occasion. Drink it on a Tuesday night, for absolutely no reason.

A couple months ago, I shamelessly admitted that I love cheap beer. Now, I stand before you to admit something else about my libation tendencies: I don't think I could tell you what good wine tastes like. 


Now, that's not to say I haven't had good wine. I have. It's just that my definition of "good wine" is more like "wine that I like". And wine that I like has, at any given point in my 8+ years of wine drinking, varied from Arbor Mist Sangria Zinfandel (yes that's a thing) to this brand of boxed wine that I haven't seen in forever, but was definitely called "Party in a Box". In the last couple years, thanks in large part to the influence of my dad and visits to several upscale wine bars in DC, I have come to like a few bottles of wine that actually cost more than a copy of People magazine. I've also been branching out: I used to prefer only whites, but have made the bold leap into appreciating, and even sometimes ordering, pinot noirs. Baby steps.


I came up with this entry on my list after hearing about a similar one on another person's 30th birthday bucket list. It appealed to me because of the decadence, and the idea that sometimes you need to celebrate just making it through a Tuesday. To make this one extra special, I enlisted the help of my college friend Jon, who truly lives a life worth envying: not only is he a sommelier in California, he also boasts titles like "wine director", "wine consultant" and "wine badass" (okay I made the last one up). He also just launched his own brand of wine, Amos Cellars! And to round out the awesomeness, we share the same birthday.


Anyway. I told Jon about my mission and asked him to point me in the direction of some good bottles. I told him I wanted a bottle in the $30 range, white, and on the sweeter side. Jon had the truly inspired idea of getting a vintage from my birth year, 1982, and then, in a total baller move, he said he'd send me a bottle. I have awesome friends.


True to his word, Jon sent me an awesome bottle of 1982 Jordan white from the Russian River Valley in California, along with a note that this wine isn't made anymore. My dad, quite the wine guy, was impressed, so I figured I was off to a good start. Jon sent the wine to my parents' house in NC so I could enjoy it on the Tuesday of winter break, when Wednesday wouldn't matter.


And enjoy it I did. It was definitely sweet, but was still really rich. It wasn't like any wine I'd ever tried. I could make comments about "berry notes" or "floral bouquets", but I honestly have no idea how I'd describe it except that I liked it. But this time, thanks to Jon and the delightful year of 1982, I actually know what I was drinking was "good wine". Sorry, Arbor Mist.


And you know what else was good? The idea to drink a fancy bottle of wine on a Tuesday. I recommend all of you try it.