Along Harrison and 24th

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Oh, how time flies… and how things change (yet stay the same).

It’s hard to believe I have officially been freelancing for a DECADE.  Back in 2008, my friend Steve and I started a small marketing company where we bartered with local businesses in San Francisco.

Steve made a little “nook” in the bay window that looked out onto 24th and Harrison.  It was there where we worked on our first website for Starboard Marketing, and where we used to eat, drink, and be merry.  That year, we threw a Chinese-themed party for the Olympics Opening Ceremony, played Sarah Palin Bingo, and watched the Giants play terribly (but loved them anyway)- we had no idea what their fate would be in 2010.

Above his apartment in the Mission District we also brewed beer, lovingly referred to as “Harrison Brewing Company.”  We named our first brew, a blonde ale, after his golden retriever, Mackerel.  We also made a hefeweizen that year named “Obam’ale,” which we (probably illegally) brought to the polls with us on election night.

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We thought we may be able to nab the new ice cream shop below his apartment, which we watched open as the retro stools were installed and the signs went up. He got their mail delivered to his address before they got their own, and were excited to run downstairs and try their “Secret Breakfast” ice cream after they opened. That ice cream shop is now the famed Humphry Slocombe.

From massage therapists and local restaurants to fashion designers and mobile shopping apps, my work has definitely changed over the years.  However, my heart still feels the same- I will only work with brands, causes, and companies I am passionate about.  Life is too short to not to do what you love.

7 cities and 10 years later, I’m still loving entrepreneurship, writing, and cultivating connections all over the world.  I’m beyond grateful for having a wild soul and free spirit that made me fearless and ready to take chances over these past 10 years.

2008 may have been a great year, but 2018 will be even better. 

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Starboard Marketing, Mack Dogg Ale, and

Connecting the Mind, Body, and Spirit

When in the world did I become a gym person?

Well, I suppose this is proof that you can “never say never!”

A few years ago I wrote a post for Broke Ass Stuart titled, “Going to the Gym is Awkward.” Although I still agree that the concept of working out in a public setting can be a little strange, my opinion has changed a bit- and that is all thanks to the gym I discovered… and the change in myself.

Instead of being a scene or a social media bragging point (is that what this is? I hope not 😜), the gym has become my safe haven. My place of stress relief. An outlet for me to release my energy. Unlike other gyms I have been to, this one is all women- and unlike some yoga studios or bro-show gyms I have been to, I am comfortable at this one.

Not only is this gym different, but I am, too. My willingness to focus on healthy stress-relieving activities has overridden my old habits of being destructive, anxious, or stir crazy. My mornings spent writing in bed with coffee now include leaving the house by 6AM to catch the bus for my workout. My evenings that were once filled with mindless dates, Netflix, or happy hours are now spent working on myself- and growing even more comfortable in my own skin.

I started a new job two months ago today, and it was finally time to fill my out-of-the-office time with something other than long walks, thrift shopping, episodes of Mrs. Maisel, and writing. It was time to work on myself- even more.

For me, the gym isn’t about losing weight or the physical- it is to connect the mind, body, and spirit. It’s not about goals, camaraderie, or teams- it’s about my own mental strength.

It’s about feeling stronger, more confident as a woman, and whole- on my own.

The past two years have been all about shedding bad habits, learning new skills, and becoming more mindful- so now felt like the perfect time to add an additional facet to my life.

Although I swore I would never be a gym person- let alone take a photo in the mirror at the gym- I feel it is finally authentic. It’s for me… and it feels good.

I wouldn’t expect any more gym selfies, but I will keep you posted on how the next few weeks go- and if the gym has helped me in staying more focused at work, calm during stress, and even more connected with my soul- and the people around me.

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Giving Too Many F’s

Tonight I have Book Club- the first Book Club of my life that I willingly decided to go to.

My friend and old roommate, Brenda, coordinates a monthly gathering with a group of her friends.  Like any book club, they chat about life, nibble on snacks, and discuss the book, of course.  Last year, when I was still new to Boston, I was hesitant to join groups or get involved with activities while I was “figuring things out.”  It took me a long time to feel like meeting new people; it’s never fun to chat with a group of seemingly together human beings, all while thinking, “what the hell am I doing with my life?”

A year has gone by and I’ve been feeling better than ever.  Honestly, too- no more putting on a happy face for the sake of appeasing others.  I’m no longer insecure about where my life is headed, and I’m no longer shy about expressing what I want out of life- even when it’s drastically different than the norm.  As I meet new people, my honesty gets bolder and bolder, and like Brenda would say, “there’s no such thing as too much information.”

That brings me to the book of the month: “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck.”

Now, what does this have to do with me and my sudden change of heart about Book Club?

Everything.

When I moved to Boston I gave too many fucks.  Too many f’s about what people thought about me, too many f’s about whether I was happy with my job or not, too many f’s about whether I should go out with that guy on Tinder.  I gave too many f’s about whether or not my family approved of me, about the things I did when I drank, how I looked in that picture someone posted on Facebook, or whether or not the blacks in my outfit matched close enough.

I gave too many fucks about everything.

When I started this blog, I didn’t have much.  I didn’t have the job I have now, the apartment, the friends, or the peace of mind.  But I did have one thing- fearlessness.

I had enough ups and downs, mistakes, failures, and embarrassing moments to be shamelessly vulnerable.  So, with three packed bags and nothing to lose, Mindful in Style was born in my little Airbnb.

A couple of days later, I got my first job in Boston and met Brenda.

It didn’t take me long to get back on my feet, but it definitely took some time to feel comfortable in my own skin, even though I was putting my heart and soul into my blog.  I still questioned myself as I pressed “publish” and second guessed myself quite often along the way- but I kept writing.

But today, I really don’t give a F what other people have to say.

Things will fall into place no matter what- the difference is, how are you reacting to life in the meantime?  Are you giving too many F’s and putting your energy toward things that don’t really matter?  Are you following the crowd even though it doesn’t make your heart happy? Are you worrying for the sake of worrying? 

Needless to say, things in my life have changed a lot- but it began with my mindset.  Would life be as great today if I had continued to give too many F’s?  Nope,  I don’t think they would be.

So tonight I’ll head back to my first Boston home- The Nest- and share my own experience with giving too many fucks, fearlessness, and the power of vulnerability.  Today, I’m no longer shy to share my experience with new people; in fact, I am excited see who connects with my story.  Book club is no longer something to avoid, but something to embrace- just like my own vulnerability.

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In other news, it’s the Red Sox Opening Day! I’m wearing my Sox gear to work to support The Jimmy Fund.  I may be a Giants fan, but I still can love the Sox (and why would anyone give a F? 😉 ).