You would think that by age 39, I would know when I’m supposed to get my period. You would also think that I would keep tampons in at least 17 different locations after being caught without them countless times over the past 20 years.
Guys: I warned you. Skip this part.
My week began with a meandering down to Denver for my annual Well Woman exam, which is insurance-speak for “willingly getting violated like a parking meter without being bought dinner first.” I arrived, decided to pee pre-appointment, and BAM! I’m on my period. Which means not only can I not have my Well Woman exam that day, but I’ve now driven to Denver 3 hours early and have to come back the following week for the same goddamned exam.
I also have no tampons. Which means I have to meander over to the Walgreens on Colfax that smells like urine and buy a box to add to the no less than 4 boxed already under the bathroom sink at my apartment that came to be in my possession on account of similar situations. I mean, not only is every day at age 39 still an exercise of Easter Egg Hunt proportions when looking for my car keys, I can take a little pill every day yet be completely oblivious to the fact that, when I finish that outer ring of pills, I’M GOING TO BLEED. This isn’t something new! It’s been happening for 20+ years. Yet this month, it all snowballs into a Walgreens-that-smells-like-pee-botched-Pap-smear-fifth-box-of-tampons hell, 30-some-odd miles from my house on a bloody (pun intended) Monday morning. So I cried. I’ll blame the hormones. Whatevs.
GUYS: It’s OK to read from here on out.
PNWd! I’m Coming to Seattle
So! If you’re in the Seattle area, I will be, too! Here are the details, and I’d love to meet you:
Date: Wednesday, August 29
Location: Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park
Link to the Facebook Event
A Bit About Having Balls (and no legs)
I’m starting to publish more over the the blog for The Power of Unpopular — bold branding and advertising moves, things done right and things done wrong. Yesterday, I wrote this piece that featured a DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?! kind of campaign from the London 2012 Paralympics (and thanks to Kelly Tidd for bringing the included video to my attention).
But here’s the “more ossum” story.
I’m humbled to be in the company of the other speakers selected for TEDx Boulder 2012. Last night, we had our first Speakers Dinner so we could all chat, get to know one another…and guess who I met?
THE WOMAN WHO WORKS ON THE TEAMS WHO DESIGNED THE AMAZING PROSTHESIS FOR OSCAR PISTORIUS (aka The Blade Runner). Her name is Alena Grabowski, and lemme tell ya — I have never sat next to someone whose eyes sparkle with unbridled excitement when she talks about biometrics and prosthesis design. Hell, it’s rare I sit next to anyone who sparkles when they talk about what they do for a living, so it was a MIND=BLOWN moment all the way around.
And you know what? Alena and I are the same age. And…she’s only been working in her field for five years. AND…there’s something to think about if you’ve ever thought it’s too late to change direction in your life and embrace a “second act” that changes lives.
How fucking cool is that? I can’t wait to hear her TEDx talk.
And a Reminder to be Humble
Here’s something to do today: ditch your friends for lunch. Or drinks. Or dinner. Make the requisite apologies and get the hell away from these folks. And don’t worry – you can come back to them, but not until you’ve done something else.
Find a way to insert yourself and surround yourself with people you don’t know who don’t do what you do. Get out of your protective-outer-coating-bubble and get humble. I had one of these moments at the TEDx Speakers Dinner last night and my mind was swimming for HOURS following — and all with good things. It’s still swimming and has been since 3:45AM when my fucking neighbor whose kitchen shares a wall with MY BEDROOM decided to make breakfast/chase a mouse/build a chest of drawers and started slamming kitchen cabinets. But I digress.
Commit to yourself that you’ll build forceable moments of humility into your life. I assure you — I used to think that I had the most brilliant, unimpeachable ideas in the world. Today, I know my ideas can only grow, improve, and thrive through others…
I dunno…maybe yours will get better when you leave the all-to-familiar echo chamber behind, too.