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Monday, August 24, 2015

Walk.

I try to take an extended walk everyday at lunch.

Even in the scorching Texas-in-August temperatures, I walk. Some days, my walks are short jaunts that send me back quickly to my air-conditioned office a sweaty mess. Other days, my walks are extended treks that have me reluctantly taking a final breath of fresh air before I push open the office door and return to the grind.

With every walk, I uncover a tiny bit more of Dallas; I learn a little bit more about “The Big D.”

I’ve always been an avid proponent of opening your eyes and looking up, looking down, looking around the corner, looking behind, looking at your feet, looking at the trees from below – taking a look at the world around you from a different perspective.


Too often, we are far too focused at looking immediately ahead, both literally and figuratively. We want to move forward and progress through life – we’re not focused on the now, we’re instead focused on the whens and soons.

When I make enough money…” “I’ll get a new job soon…” “When I find the right person…” “I’ll lose that weight soon…”

My walks help me remember the simplicity of now in the best possible way.

I walk to give my brain a break from the deadlines of marketing campaigns, content pieces, and prospect lists. I walk to give my neck a break from being slumped over a computer, pounding out eight hours of work a day. I walk to give my eyes a break from squinting at an electronic screen for hours at a time.

But most importantly, I walk to enjoy the now.

xx

ola

Friday, June 26, 2015

Equality.

I try to live with joy in my heart every single day. I keep a jar of "happiness" on my desk and I try to remember to write down at least one "happy" thing from each day to keep in the jar. As I watch the jar get fuller and fuller each day, it reminds me of all of the wonderful things in my world and it helps me maintain the joy in my heart.


Today, my heart holds so much happiness that it would fill a million jars a dozen times over.

Today, we got to experience history.

Today, love won, and today, the world changed.

Some of my closest friends will now be free to marry whomever they choose and will enjoy full legal benefits under the law.

My children - and the children of my friends - will grow up in a world where they can marry whomever their heart chooses, regardless of their gender. My children will (hopefully) be baffled and disgusted by the idea of discrimination against sexual orientation, and my children will grow up learning about this day in textbooks.

Love has won. Love is here to stay.

And that, my friends, is something worth being happy about.

xx
ola




Friday, May 8, 2015

Here's to you, Class of 2015

It's the eve of my college graduation. As of about noon tomorrow, I will be able to count myself as one of the thousands of TCU alumni that proudly bleed purple nationwide.

College has been the best four years of my life (so far). For the first time ever, I can genuinely say that I am 100% (and maybe 110% on those really good days) comfortable with me - my strengths, my faults, my anxieties, my hopes, my body image, my self-perception, my everything. It took me a while to get there, but I finally did it - I am finally the best version of me that I have ever been. But there's still room to grow.

Freshman year taught me to step outside of my comfort zone. To take the plunge and try new things. To buckle down and focus - but leave time for other (not-as-important) things as well. To be a support system for newly-met friends (who will later become friends for a lifetime). To stay up until 3 AM talking and making connections - because those connections will get you through the hard times. 

Sophomore year taught me to keep pushing. To ask for help when life gets to be too dark, too hard. To lean on your friends because they love you and they want to help you. To admit that you're struggling - and not be ashamed of it. To take all the funny little ironies of life in stride - even when they cut deep to the bone. To take deep breaths and keep moving. To delve into music therapy - and enjoy its ability to take you away. To grow from your struggles rather than let them keep you down.

Junior year taught me to enjoy life as it comes. To go out every weekend, because why the hell not? To say "yes" more often. To embrace failure as an inevitable part of the learning process and to move past it to become better. To invest in a good pair of running shoes to clear a troubled mind and rebalance a skewed spirit. To make time for the important things in life - and to understand which things are important and which are not.

Senior year taught me to "float on." To plan for the future, but live in the present (as much as possible). To continue to work hard and be persistent - even when it seems like nothing is paying off. To love wholeheartedly, even if it's not necessarily reciprocated in the ways I expect. To keep a healthy perspective on life. To give thanks and give back. To build (and rebuild) relationships with wonderful people. To share happiness and gratitude with others. To seek advice and help - and actually take it for once. To buckle down and get better - and keep it that way.

I learned a lot of hard life lessons during my four years at TCU, but they have all contributed towards making me the strong, confident individual that I am today.

I will walk across that stage with pride in knowing that TCU and all the beautiful souls I have met in my time here have helped me become the best version of myself.


Hail all hail TCU
Mem'ries sweet, comrades true
Light of faith, follow through
Hail to thee, TCU

xx
ola

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

My Takeaways from Spring Break

For my last spring break ever (eek!), I traveled to the beautiful country of Peru with an international marketing class through TCU's Neeley School of Business. Eighteen of my peers and two of my professors and I ventured through four towns in nine days and saw incredible sights that took my breath away and renewed within me a sense of gratitude and awe at the beautiful world that we live in.

For the past few months, I’ve felt like I was missing something – I just wasn’t sure what it was. But now I know that this trip gave me exactly what I missing: refreshed eyes, a new way to look at the world, an awakened passion, and a big dose of healthy perspective on my life and humanity in general.

Overall, Peru is not a wealthy country. This fact was glaringly evident through all of our travels in the mountains. The rural villages we passed were filled with dilapidated houses that looked abandoned and ready to fall over with the slightest tremor, but were still inhabited by (often large) families. Even in the big cities, most of the buildings were in disrepair and looked worn. Rusted and dented cars were a common sight on the roads – I think I saw only one “expensive” car my whole time in Peru – a Mercedes – and it was on our last day, as we entered the airport to board our flight back to the United States. Buses and cars were filled beyond capacity with people sitting uncomfortably on laps and in trunks. On the streets, beggars were a common sight, and children that looked as young as five or six peddled their modest wares of bubblegum or hard candies as well as they could to passing tourists. Stray, ragged-looking dogs wandered through the streets, intermingling with people. Most of the roads we drove on were made of cobblestone or old packed dirt, and were often bumpy and full of potholes.

But despite the obvious poverty surrounding us, the general feeling of the Peruvian people was one of joy and contentment. They didn’t have much, but it didn’t matter. Many of the dirty children running around the dirt roads of rural towns shrieked joyously, smiling and having the time of their lives. Laughter rang through the streets as people talked and joked with their peers. All of my interactions with Peruvian adults were full of smiles and genuine kindness, even though I was a glaring outsider and there was a sizable language barrier. Every Peruvian that I talked to was incredibly gracious and offered me a refreshing glance at the innate kindness that I know all humanity is capable of.
One of my most memorable observations in Peru was the blatant contrast between modern society and traditional culture. On the streets of Cusco, women in traditional skirts and hats carried their babies bundled on their backs in beautiful hand-woven blankets among the hustle and bustle of people passing by with headphones in their ears, listening to music on their smartphones. The Peruvians are proudly unashamed of their culture, and up to half of the populations in some of the cities we stayed in still maintained the Incan language of Quechua. In the rural towns, traditional homes made of adobe clay were nestled next to convenience stores adorned with neon lights and "Free Wi-Fi" signs.

My experience with Peruvian Wi-Fi was inconsistent and unreliable, but I found the break from a constant technological connection incredibly refreshing and very welcome. I had been trying for weeks to “unplug and disconnect,” but had found it incredibly difficult because of the constant temptation in the States. In Peru, I had no choice. Instead of staring into my phone, I had a chance to make genuine connections with all of the people on the trip, and it rejuvenated my soul in a way that I haven’t felt in a long time. I took hundreds of photos, but I also took a moment to be present in the moment and enjoy the view from my own eyes – not just through the screen of my iPhone or through the viewfinder of my camera. Bus rides through the countryside were long and sometimes arduous, but were always aesthetically enjoyable. It was only in the moments that I felt too tired to keep my eyes open or that I was too busy laughing and talking with my peers that I didn’t make the most of soaking up the natural beauty passing by the windows.


Back in the US, I feel unbelievably lucky with all that I have. Things that I took for granted before – consistent access to clean water, safely maintained roads, completed construction, and more – are now invaluable luxuries that I appreciate beyond compare. In the past few months, money has been a big concern for me as I approach graduation. I worried about finding a job, keeping a job, and making enough money at a job. I wanted to be happy, and having enough money was a big factor in what I thought would make me happy. I had money, but I worried about getting more money to maintain the lifestyle that I was so used to. I wanted to be able to afford “nice” (but not necessarily the “nicest”) things, but my Peruvian experience reaffirmed the fact that it’s not about the tangible things in your life – it’s about the people and the experiences. I spent a fair amount of money on my trip, but the experiences and the lessons I have learned from Peru’s history, people, and culture are invaluable – there is absolutely no way to quantify the value of what I have taken away from this trip in my heart, my mind, and my soul.
Here's to you, Peru - thank you for opening my eyes, renewing my perspective on the world, and refreshing my joie de vivre at absolutely the best possible time. Te adoro y yo volvere.

xx
ola

Monday, January 19, 2015

Live like a disposable camera

In July, I bought a pair of disposable cameras before Lakota and I went on an all-day summer adventure.

"Why're you buying disposables when you've got a DSLR that can hold far more photos - in way better quality - for free?" he asked.

"I like the way the photos are a bit blurry, a bit discolored. The effect is really cool. Besides, whoever gets to use a disposable camera anymore?" I said, as I pulled the cameras off the CVS display hook and wiped the dust off the cardboard packaging (no joke - there was actually dust on the package).

That day, we went out on a great adventure and I snapped a few photos with my camera, but definitely not enough to use it up.




So I took it back to Tulsa for a few days, where I snapped a few more pictures.



Then it traveled with me to Austin, for a "graduation celebration" trip for my best friend's impending graduation.



Then, on a whim, I brought it back with me to Tulsa, where I snapped the final exposures on the camera while home for the holidays.


In looking at these photos, I feel an overwhelming sense of joy. At first, I thought it was simply because I was enjoying the faded, vintage look of the colors and the blurred, noisy effect of the film that made the photos look a lot older than they actually were and appealed to my love of all things retro.

But then I realized what about these photos was making me so truly happy - the fact that they were 100% genuine, candid representations of some of the most beloved people in my life. They were taken at a snapshot in time - random seconds that seem meaningless in the moment, but resonate with memories upon later reflection. 

And the best part about these photos? 

They were complete surprises. Complete, beautiful surprises. 

They weren't immediately gawked at on the back of a DSLR screen. They weren't scrutinized and frowned upon, declared "unfit" because a hair was out of place or an expression was not "just right." They weren't uploaded to a computer, where they spent hours being processed, color-corrected, and retouched to create a sterilized, "perfect reality." They were just moments in time, captured as they were - hairs out of place, "not right" expressions and all.

And then I thought to myself, "What if we lived life in that way?"

What if we didn't immediately overanalyze, pick apart, and critique every single thing that we had just done, said, acted upon? What if we just took a step back and allowed time for our "photo" to develop? I think we'd find that we'd be pleasantly surprised with the finished product.

Food for thought (especially for me).

xx
ola