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What Planet Is This?

I got a text from a former client (and current friend) last week, alerting me she was standing outside my new office.

(The circumstances are more boring than relevant, so I’ll spare you the “why,” but nevertheless, there she was.)

No better time than the present, I offered her the first tour of my new gig’s headquarters, at a local hotspot that’s set to open restaurants and shops over the next few months. It’s hard to truly capture the vibe of this office without sounding like I’m bragging about being here, but truly, I’m still incredulously taking it all in. As my friend said, “You hear about offices like this existing, but you don’t often see them in practice.”

Let me back up.

I can work in most environments. My first job crammed me in between a very loud and aggressive boss, my coworker, and a kitchen area… in a tiny hallway. We all basically shared one long desk.

I had my own office (with a door!) for a brief, glorious period of my existence, although realistically, I knew that couldn’t last.

However, my current office is something I’ve never experienced before. It’s the kind of expansive, social experiment-type of dwelling that you’d more often see at Google, and even though I’m a noted dissenter of open office environments, this one seems pretty cool. I hope to post pictures soon.

First, the desks are small and very open – not a lot of privacy, but catering to conversation across the monitors. However, there’s lots of breakout space as well. Hate a sedentary lifestyle? They’ll get you a standing desk, or you can use the treadmill or bike stations with their own computer docks. Prefer a couch or a room enclosed in glass? Maybe a restaurant-style booth or a stool at a free-standing table? They’ve got those, too. If you want to get really crazy, ask your meeting-mate to join you for an intimate conversation on a swinging bench chair overlooking North Avenue. And if you need to refuel on sleep at lunchtime, grab a nap pod. YES, A NAP POD.

This place has bike storage, a game room, fitness classes, and a fridge full of booze and soda. There are golf holes, ping pong tables, and chess boards peppered around the space. We’re right off the Beltline and I’ll soon be able to bike to work in 15 minutes. We get FREE SNACKS. FREE. SNACKS.

Progressive isn’t even the word to use for this space – it’s beyond that. And the culture they’ve created here, surprisingly, isn’t one of entitled or spoiled employees; it seems to be one of appreciation and collaboration. People don’t take advantage of the flexibility they are given because they recognize they’re being entrusted with something precious. And I guess that’s why companies like Google work (pun gently intended).

I still have so much to learn, and I’m eagerly pushing to contribute probably earlier than I should. I want to earn my keep here and revel in the newness of this incredible opportunity I’ve jumped into. And I want to enjoy the spoils of being here in a partial effort to stop my heart from hurting as much as it does when I think about what I’ve left behind.

But I see brightness in the future and bikes along the Beltline, so I’m hoping this is part of the upswing I needed in life.

I guess only time will tell.

Until then, I’ll see you in the glass enclosure near the engineers.

But don’t call me, because I don’t have a phone.

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How Alexis Got Her Groove Back

My face is healing beautifully, although still bruised a bit. I figure it’s time to start getting my body back to where I like it, too.

With that, I do better when I live under:

(a) the fear of social scorn

(b) my own unrealistic expectations

So I’ll be throwing both into this fire. I’m starting a 90 day challenge, self-invented, to get myself back into good habits again.

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*5 workouts/week (I’m following a Pinterest 30-day workout routine right now, but I’ll intersperse with running and yoga)

*Under 1400 calories/day

*Vegetarian diet 3 days/week

*1 serving of “white” carbs/day

*24 oz+ of water each day

*No snacks after 9pm

*Stick to this 6 days a week, with one cheat day

This was pretty similar to what my trainer suggested years ago, so I figure it can’t be all that bad. And it’s not so restrictive that I’ll totally fail or necessarily fall back on old habits.

I’m really not a person who holds much faith in fads, and I hate blogs like this one, but I figure posting this will help me stay true to myself, through public commitment. I’ll spare you the ongoing trivia as I work through it, but suffice it to say I’m going to hit this 90 Day Challenge with fervor… because if you can’t do something for just 3 stupid months, why even bother?

P.S. If you have an eagle eye, you’ll notice I’m generously offering myself of a reward of a trip to wine country if I stick with this. 🙂

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Winds of Change

This week has been restorative, awesome, and balanced. A couple impromptu wine nights with friends, continued healing from surgery, a paced adjustment to my new gig, a happenstance meeting with a former client (and friend!), and my first guitar lesson. I’m digging it.

I know every minute is fleeting, but for the first time in a while, I feel like I’m handling things gracefully. I’m balancing work and play, anxiety and relaxation, relationship and alone time.

I’m also making some strides toward getting closer with my sister – I’m looking forward to spending some more time with her for her birthday in August, and getting to know her on a more personal level now that we’re both adults. How weird to have a sister of actual drinking age these days! I don’t know if I’m excited or depressed by that fact.

In terms of travel, I’ve taken a mini break but I’ll be right back in action starting 7/19, to go visit my mom’s hometown with the family. My uncle passed away recently and she wanted to return to her roots – I’m glad we’ll all be together to support her that weekend.

More to come as the winds of change keep shifting… a continuing evolution, as always.

Thanks to all my new readers, by the way. Leave a comment to say hi. I can’t believe how much traffic this little thing is getting these days – I’m humbled and startled any of you care enough to keep up with me, but thanks for tuning in.

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The Day My Face Peeled Off

It wasn’t one of my bucket list goals to undergo surgery or improve my physical appearance, but hey, we’re all a little vain. And although vanity wasn’t the sole reason for the surgery I had last week (there was medical necessity pre-empting it), it played a part in its results.

What have I learned through this experience? Well, I’m tougher than I thought. I can be a real emotional basket case, but when it comes to physical pain, I’m a pretty tough cookie. I’ve told myself for months that this was a minor surgery, but realistically, much of my face came off my body, muscles and bones were adjusted and broken, I was spitting blood upon awakening, my eyes were swollen shut, my mouth was cut wide open from the inside, and I still have tubes up my nose. And guess what? My surgery was Tuesday, and I worked Thursday and Friday. And I’m starting my new job tomorrow.

“Hi, everyone! Meet the resident monster! She comes equipped with whisker stitches, a splint, and two black eyes.”

I’ve also learned a lot about the people I love. I didn’t originally share news of the procedure beyond “need-to-know,” but those who did know brought me flowers and care packages (much love to Abi and Greg), my parents came out to take care of me and cater to my near-constant demands for hot tea, and Brandon even made me icebox cake. Alice hasn’t left my side for 5 straight days. And also, bonus lesson – post-surgery pictures are an AWESOMELY FUN way to freak out everyone on your phone contact list.

Being able to breathe more easily and enjoying the outer effects of an improved appearance will be nice once all these stupid side effects wear off. And frankly, I can’t wait to enjoy my first glass of wine in more than a week (how pregnant people do it, I’ll never know). But even beyond the bucket list, I’m continuing to grow, proud of my strength, and only slightly embarrassed by the depths of my own vanity. Hey, we can’t all be saints.

Seriously, though, someone please take these tubes out of my nose.

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Reinvention

You have the chance to completely reinvent yourself, she said. Everything in your life is evolving. Become the person you want to be.

To sleep, a deep sleep, a dreamless sleep… this is what I look forward to tomorrow. The sleep I’ve been aching for for months. The rest my body needs. And the reawakening my spirit requires.

See you when I wake, folks.

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Full Throttle

I’m back in the game again.

Blind fury being an excellent motivator, I broke my two-mile running record yesterday at the gym. And I beat the living shit out of a punching bag, for extra good measure.

Today, I bought my new scooter (!!!), a 2014 electric blue Buddy with only 300 miles on it. I’m calling him Nedward. And I’m already in love.

Later, I discovered in the car that I still remember every single word of Skid Row’s “Slave To the Grind” album, and I was refreshingly surprised the lyrics held up to about 70% of the “amazingness” I believed in at age 15. I mean, for a band that doesn’t get a ton of respect, Baz has some serious pipes and Rachel Bolan has some serious songwriting talent.

Finally, I spent the evening celebrating my dad with 5/6ths of my family, and was reminded of one of the many important things in life: my awesome parents and siblings. And that’s not so bad.