Sunday, February 27, 2011

Has Age Or Children Changed Your Alcohol Consumption?

I was ready and grateful to pick up some extra hours working at my favorite clinical skin spa this weekend. If you call Jillian Wright Clinical Skin Spa on a Sunday, I am who you will be speaking too.

I can honestly say I love everyone that works there and what they bring to the table. I do not think my words could ever convey the inspiration, admiration or happiness that the people and the place bring me.

It is on a rare occasion that I get to work with the owner and Saturday was one of those days along with another beautiful esthetician that I regularly work with.

We were fully booked as usual. The three of us working together brought a bit of dialogue to the day. I just happened to have my face buried in the computer when I heard product  placed on the desk. Looking up from the computer screen, I saw my friend patting her cheeks, saying, “I think my face started to age since I stopped drinking.” I could say nothing except laugh. This esthetician has me laughing most Sundays and like everyone there, keeps it real. There are two people in my life that I would dare not ask their age. She is one of them. This led into a whole conversation which started out with ”Remember when…” I am Not a nostalgic person by nature, but the brief conversation quickly took me back to a couple of ever so fond memories.

Once upon a time I enjoyed a Dirty Martini or a Seven and Seven, but hard liquor can no longer meet these lips. Gone are the days of ordering a Dirty Martini or two, a father-in-law who makes the Best Bellini’s and emerging out of a South Florida club at 7 AM with friends. It feels like another lifetime.

The question that I asked was,"Is it the aging process, having children, or changes in body chemistry that alters your tolerance for alcohol?" I’ve never been a heavy drinker myself; I like to wake up the next morning, feel good and be productive although an egg and cheese omelet, black coffee and OJ in the morning have helped in the past, along with a packet of Emergen-C. These days one glass of red wine is lovely, two glasses, I bid thee a good night; anymore I’m energetically scrambled for days. It’s not worth it. Let it be known that I do admire any woman who knows her scotch and that will smoke a cigar.

Realizing that everyone has different tolerances and even having a few friends who cannot even drink alcohol, have you increased or decreased your alcohol consumption since children or aging?

Please feel free to contribute your experiences and thoughts to my ongoing consensus about this subject matter.

Monday, January 17, 2011

If I'm Not My Zodiac Sign, Then Who Am I (Wink Wink)?

Does your Zodiac sign change or doesn't it? Some are saying, “No it does not change and is only applied to people who are born After 2009.” Others are saying, "Yes, it may have changed." and adding to my perplexity, “It does not count if you were born Before ’09.” So I hereby declare, “Identify with the sign you so choose!” I for one am grabbing my bull by its horns and bidding thee a fare well and now wish to associate with Aries (being born May, 11th). This is a leap by any standard, not knowing anything about the fiery sign of Aries, but what the hell.

As someone who drinks from the well of Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi, I wonder what he would have to say about all of this if he were alive today. Bhagavan taught Non-dualism, but he is most widely associated with the practice of Self-Enquiry and advocated the enquiry of "Nan Yar" (Who am I?).

The practice of Self-enquiry is not an intellectual exercise. It involves fixing the attention firmly and intensely on the Feeling of “I”, without thinking. Point being, lots of people identify with their zodiac sign for whatever reason. The other day, I was sitting next to a woman who told me “The whole zodiac change created such upheaval that she called her doctor immediately to up her meds.” this is of no surprise. Of course if you put that much stock into anything that you think defines you, you would be in for a real identity crisis. I fully understood her. Her concepts of what she thinks herself to be have been single handily altered by the universe and she had no say in the matter. By simply believing that her zodiac sign had changed, whether true or not is her reality. This would have been the perfect opportunity for her to practice Self-enquiry.

For whatever it is worth, I love hearing what people have to say about all of this and seeing their reactions. I never knew how comedic people could be until this whole zodiac confusion started. Messing with peoples’ signs has been quite entertaining and has given me a few decent belly laughs, so I'm not complaining. I find astrology fascinating and do believe the heavens to have significant meaning, but then again, what do I know?

As always, I welcome your comments.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Where Have You Ventured Into For Your Child?

I kind of wish I could say I was one of those artsy crafty mamas that I so admire, but I’m not. In fact I’m pretty sure there is not one crafty bone in my body and if it were a prerequisite to becoming a mother well let’s just say I wouldn’t be a mother. The other day I noticed how enthralled my son Leo was with the paints and paint brushes when they were brought out on a recent play date. Now crayons have been the rage in our apartment as of late and much to my chagrin his favorite surface just happens to be the walls so I decided to get him a few art supplies in my attempt to keep him and his masterpieces contained (I’ll keep you posted on that one). So, on my way out of Whole Foods I happened to notice one of those arts and craft stores right next door. Never have I thought of such a concept, me venturing into an arts and craft store, but I found myself standing outside staring at those emerald green colored double doors. I sized them up, took in a big deep inhalation and for the love of my child walked straight through them.

Feeling the anxiety rise within my already contracted body, I stepped onto the escalator straining my neck as far as it would go to peer down into the unknown abyss. My eyes moved rapidly, taking in as much as I could mentally register. When I reached the bottom I finally was able to exhale. I stepped off the escalator and quickly assessed where I needed to go, I told myself to stay focused, no meandering up and down isles, eyes forward the entire time. My game plan was to get in and get out lest I be swallowed up somehow. Of course I got out of the store unscathed and really not too overwhelmed or traumatized by the whole experience and I have come to see that possibly doing arts and crafts has a Zen quality to it (I’ll be sure to let you know if I experience that).
I never cared much for creating art, but I’m pretty sure it was how it was presented to me. In kindergarten I remember being called out in front of all my peers on ‘how not to hold scissors’. I sat there crying unable to move and feeling that I was somehow bad and in sixth grade my teacher gave the art assignment to draw what came to us. I ended up turning in a blank white crisp clean piece of paper. After she questioned why I did nothing, my reply of, “Nothing came to me.” seemed to have baffled her for a second before she quickly became indignant with me. Now thinking this was totally unfair treatment as I was just being honest with her I let her know that the piece of paper she was looking at was completely open to interpretation. One could not possibly put a time frame around creating works of art and who was she to say what art is and is not? Where were her creations hanging? That sealed my fate. Needles to say I spent the next week in detention. My refusal to do any art projects after that landed me with an F in art, did nothing to help my grade point average and just pissed off my parents.

I wanted to love doing art and after I got to high school I remember seeing what seemed to be all the intriguing kids going in and out of the art room. It seemed to be this inner sanctum where these minds went to create and release. I couldn’t bring myself to ever sign up though. I would just admire from afar.

Realizing this is only the beginning to years of art projects with my son, I am going to be forced to look at this inner demon. Maybe gluing cotton balls, Popsicle sticks and glitter together won’t be so frightening to me once I see Leo dive in without any inhibitions, but I still think making anything into a gingerbread house is creepy.

Where have you ventured into for your child?