road trip!

It’s only been 2 weeks but that’s enough for me. I’ve got to get out of home base dodge already if I want to keep my spirit and sanity. (I can’t quit the road full cold turkey- I’m already feeling suffocated being mostly off the road as it is.)

5:30am wake up call, French press pot piping hot coffee, and I’m hittin’ the road off to the beach for the weekend to take some time in the salty air.

Sand in my toes, journal in one hand, book in the other- here I come.

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2nd annual blr play it forward wrap up coming soon

As I wait on the photographer for event photos so I can write my big event follow-up, here’s one fun photo that makes me smile:

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Don’t tell anyone- but we dipped our blue lollipops in champagne after the game:)

That’s Tommi with me. Tommi has come and participated in Play It Forward both years, she used to be my “Big Sister” when I was on the varsity team. She’s still a killer goalie and a total blast. Tommi represents just one of the amazing alumni women who I love to see during our weekend of events. It’s such a treat to experience reconnecting and laughing together, as if a single day hasn’t passed since high school.

Thank you to all the incredible MAU women’s alumni who came this year. Love and Strong Mojo forever!

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the sweaty misfit

I just had a thought:

Maybe most personal and world problems would be solved if everyone just exercised more.

Yours truly (known currently as fish out of water Diane) just spent the last 3 hours sweatin’ it out. As I woke up this morning again with my now daily “What the hell am I doing here?!/Why am I doing this again?!” first thoughts of the day, I jumped out of bed, strapped on my running shoes- and 5 miles I went. I got home in perfect time to speed-race to the gym for a booty shake till you drop Zumba class. By 10:46am I had sweat enough in the humidity of the southern morning to almost shut up that constant reel of second guessing my latest “move.” (Almost.)

I suppose whether this Nesting Nomad/Operation Charlotte thing lasts another 7 days or 7 months- at least I’ll be ripped by the end of it. Between my usually hearty I love food so much- especially chocolate, so can I please stuff my face every second possible with Oreos and Nutella appetite being squashed by the stress of forcing myself to try the average American life, and the fact that I’m attempting the “healthiest” way I know to manage anger, frustration, disappointment, and general ickiness (by running my ass off 30-50 miles a week and going to the gym for every aerobics-esque dance class that’s on the schedule)- I might be able to give one of those Olympic training hopefuls a run for their money pretty soon.

So there’s that.

In all reality, 2 days from now I could be singing a song of pure bliss in my off the road life. I could be writing here about how I’ve totally changed, about how I never want to sleep on another couch, in another guest bed, or in my car again. I could fall truly, madly, deeply in love with some spectacular company that has stellar, upstanding staff, pays me well and is all about being socially responsible. (Where are those companies again?) Perhaps just by chance and luck, I’ll meet a guy who makes me want to settle right into a perfect little life that includes spending Saturdays at Home Depot and “cutting the lawn.”

(Yeah, I’m highly doubting all of the above and laughing really hard too.) But! I thought it was a good idea to try the other side of life that I haven’t in the past several years- so here I am dripping sweat, and trying very hard to be “into” this experiment as I scratch my head wondering why in the bleep I really thought this all was a good idea.

At least exercising makes me feel better.

Don’t get me wrong, an amazing home base place, a job that makes me want to jump out of bed in the morning (or at least get out of bed in the morning), and a partner in crime who’s intelligent, experienced, honest and fun, and who thinks my bumps and bruises are beautiful are all fantastic sounding things I’d love to have. The catch is, balance, routine and that everyday comfort package must include some level of butterfly/fire in my belly/excited feelings on a regular basis- or I am simply not interested.

Unrealistic? You may think so- I don’t. Picky? Nope. I just know what I want.

#NestingNomad #OperationCharlotte #HappyAsAMisfit #HoldingOutForTheGoodStuff

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break from the plug

I’ve never been a big TV watcher. “News” in the morning during my computer time and a late night Jimmy Fallon or Chelsea Handler 30 minutes (because they crack me up) and admittedly, Monday nights with The Bachelor/The Bachelorette (AKA: wine and catch up time with gal pals) have been part of my typical routine when I’m staying at a home and not in my car over the past couple of years. Other than those few shows- having the television on makes my skin crawl, especially since the beginning of July when I spent a dreamy week in the Adirondacks with no TV, internet, or cell service. (That week put me over the edge of a lot of things, and in more need of silence than ever before.) I’ve always preferred face to face time rather than Face-book time, being unplugged rather than all plugged up and in, and I’ll send an actual piece of paper thank you mail over a thank you email any day of the week. (If the US Postal Service ever decides they’re just too obsolete, my little blue lollipop heart might break in two.)

I was the last of my friends to get a cell phone back in the day, I never had a MySpace account, and I didn’t even have a Facebook page until long after most everyone else. For someone who does what I do, for how much I love people and being social, and for how incredible I think social media platforms are for business and initial connections we wouldn’t normally have access to- they all drive me pretty nuts.

While I had the “news” (quotes because I’m not sure it should be allowed to be called news) on this morning during my after run-French press coffee-organize to-do list for the day-routine, a story came on: How much is too much with social media? Are we so busy “capturing the moment” on our iPhones, iPads, and other to be present and actually live in those moments?

Yes. Totally.

The story ended with with the point that It’s as if we’re all living our lives behind screens. (Yuck.) Hence the inspiration for this post.

I’ve been guilty of the every second photo. (All who dined out with me a couple years ago when I was completely obsessed with writing about every last thing I ate, and you got to the point you’d just roll your eyes and say “Geez Di! Can we just eat already?!- as I staged my mini photo shoots, I owe you big time for putting up with me.) I’ve also been guilty of the every day social media post, and the wait-just-a-minute I have to check in here, or announce that there. The constant push push push. Necessary to get the word out at times- but how annoying!

So why would I bite the hand that “feeds me” as I use those many resources to keep putting BLR on the map and pushing to have my voice heard? Well, I’m not exactly biting as much as regulating, as I encourage myself as well as others to chill out and take a break from every second electronics, dude.

How do I practice being less annoying to myself and others in a best attempt to live a real in the moment life rather than an online life? I run every morning in silence and let myself think about anything I want to. I drive without music and let myself daydream about everything that’s possible, and I write a lot of letters. I’ve written 7 Thank You/Happy Birthday/Here’s a note just because I love you and think you are awesome cards already today and I wrote 3 yesterday. These things are like my regulation therapy, and completely necessary to check myself because falling off the healthy bandwagon is all too easy- even for the most disciplined of us.

I would challenge anyone out there today, to turn off the boob tube (as my cute Grandpa calls it) for a few minutes, put the Twitter feed, Vine, Facebook, Pinterest board, Instagram away for 5 minutes and write a letter to someone you’re thankful for. Go for a walk, or a run, or a drive in quiet. Call your Grandma or your sister and tell her you love her. Ultimately we will be much more fondly remembered for that personal time or personal touch- rather than incessantly posting “selfies” or sharing about what we just ate for lunch.

Now, stepping away from the computer…

#OperationCharlotte #WriteALetter #GoUnplugged

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