Happy Birthday!

It’s that time of year again.. where you all can’t stand my posts of giving thanks and love.

But thankfully you’ll probably still keep reading anyway 😉 hehe.

So it is that time, where (at least in the US) we begin to focus on being Thankful and we begin the Season of Giving. Well what if I told you we could do this all year long? Everyday even. And I’m not saying this metaphorically like “We should love each other every day of the year, not just on a fake holiday we call Valentines Day.” Or “We should be thankful everyday for family and friends not just on Thanksgiving.” Yah I know I’ve heard it too.

What I’m trying to say is that.. I mean it. It’s simple really, and many of us (not just crazy people like me) do this everyday.

It’s called Birthdays. Now, I know what you’re thinking.. “Oh goodness Kara, we get it, you love your birthday because it’s your one day to celebrate yourself.” And, “I think I’ve read this already.. on this same blog!” Ok, yes, if there’s one thing anyone can agree on, it’s that I do love my birthday and birthdays in general 🙂 but aside from my love of birthdays proving my own point, (you’ll see how this relates soon) I am honestly trying to explain mere observations I have had.

To start, I do not, for the love of God, understand why some people dislike Birthdays. The whole crying about getting old bit is well.. getting old. Seriously. Because while these people are complaining about “another year older” they seem to be forgetting that there are hundreds, millions even, who never made it to their second birthday.. maybe even their first. On top of that, I know (as I’m sure many of you know) people who are fighting, and surviving cancer. I even heard more great news last week! But I have also lost friends who did not get to win that fight. I know old people, survivors of major accidents, and even some of those miserable people who are bitter every year that goes by because they can’t grasp getting “old”. But I also have friends who didn’t make past the age of 21.. or 16 even.. and I have an uncle who didn’t make it through his 40s. Birthdays, yes, are celebrations, but they are also reminders.

Long story, long.. this brings me to my point. WHY?! The easiest, most fun, and best way to be thankful everyday is to Celebrate Birthdays!! And I mean like really celebrate like you mean it, like you are happy to be alive. Not celebrate that you are one year older, but that you made it another year.. because sadly, there are many who did not make it this far. I’m not trying to be a debbie-downer here, I’m just trying to open some eyes. Don’t you see? Every birthday is a day to be thankful and celebrate life.

And even with what your faith or beliefs are.. whatever reason we have that some people leave us too soon, we still know that to make it another day here on earth is a blessing. We always seem to forget about the alternative. Birthdays remind us that we are blessed.

Knowing this, why would we not want to celebrate making it another day, never mind another year! Without birthdays there would be no people.. and without people, no life.

So Celebrate Life this week and this Holiday Season. Be Thankful for Birthdays. Celebrate them.. all of them. It is someone’s Birthday everyday. If you are on Facebook, you know this is true! And feel Blessed for the mere fact that you are here and able to celebrate.

Give Thanks & Be Thankful.. for simply being alive.

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who knew!?

I never thought I’d say this..

But man that last post was filled with some angst. Hahaha.. Oh well, this post may not be any different..

..In the explanation of cycles!

We all have them, it’s the life roller coaster effect.. up & down. Up & down. Tax time comes every year.. The holidays make us penniless until then.. etc. It’s every year, or every month if your a woman.. can I get an lol?! (<<that was some lame humor right there, HA! I apologize)

But what I really thought I would never say.. Is that.. I miss having a routine. WHAT!? I know right?! For a girl who loves to teeter at the end of my comfort zone and live in a whirlwind of possibility, this is crazy-talk.

Let me tell you a little story:

This recent routine-missing, if I can even call it one, is one of health.. and boy can I not stand it! Anything can happen.. I sneeze, I’m stressed, I hiccup, I lose my routine. I never thought I’d even enjoy a routine until I had one! When I first moved to SoCal, it took me about a month or two to settle in, get a job, find an apartment.. the works. I then got a gym membership, found my nearest Trader Joes, and continued the life I once loved. Full of good wholesome food, an active lifestyle, and weekends to have fun. It was almost perfect.. I worked, came home, ate a small dinner, sometimes napped, headed to the gym, went to bed.. I did this about 3-4 days a week. I squeezed in some 5-day workout weeks in there when I was feeling wild! I was finally running like normal and reaching small goals. My roommate at the time even forced me out the door into the sand where I started playing the love of my life, volleyball, again.

That created an even better routine! I now could alleviate some work days and workout on Saturday and/or Sunday depending on plans. Volleyball motivated me to work out that extra day even if it was just a 30min run.

And then! Somewhere in July, I fractured my thumb.. arghhhh! I tried to be good, but I made an attempt to play twice in August, which did not help the matter.. and I am still out of volleyball commission. I’m out for the season! 😦

But during the healing in August.. I started running more, so I was compensating my time out on the sand with time on the treadmill.. Not overly exciting, but I was still getting my workout on and pushing more running goals.

September rolled around and I visited New England, gave myself anxiety over the boyf’s birthday, and kind of tumbled off the wagon. When October hit, fall was in the air, and I wanted to get back on that horse of a wagon! So I went back to my second favorite workout, Bikram Yoga. LOVE. Well.. yah.. that worked out for two weeks, then work got crazy prepping for the holidays, and I found myself in the midst of stress-induced headaches, stress-eating, and terrible sleeping patterns. It didn’t help that I was also in the interview process for a job I really wanted and was losing my brain over that too. All that and getting the stomach flu last week. (I got the job btw! WHOOP! I start on Monday! Which is another possible cause of stress.)

Anyway, here I am.. back in the bottom of this terrible life-cycle. And I know the previous paragraph is filled with excuses, but for some reason, when I’m off a ‘routine’ I almost feel pushed down. Like, womp womp.. I’ve fallen and I can’t get up! I would love to say, ‘I can’t wait to be back on a work-workout-home cycle again’ but really, will that ever happen again? I feel like every time I find myself in one.. it’s smooth sailing for all of three months then something crazy happens.. like a thumb fracture!

At this point, I am focusing on my diet, and putting that back to normal.. Got to keep that mac n cheese on the weekends! Especially with Thanksgiving breathing down my neck, my diet will be important before the food-baby event. I also am trying new workouts. Like my efforts at pilates tonight for the first time. A nice 15min beginner class.. WHAT?! My entire core hurts already! 15 minutes?! Yup, can’t wait to do it again! I realized in the past month, if I switch up my workouts, I am way more susceptible to keep working out even if its 2-3 days a week.. If I can make it through the Holidays, I can make it through anything I tell you.

Oh and did I mention I’m meeting the boyf’s fam for Christmas.. Oh yah. Stress-eating should commence in about 3 more weeks.. I’ll be back at square one in no time. AH!