Downward facing dog

Not having a job means I have lots of time. So, after a summer's hiatus, this spare time gives me a chance to get back into my yoga practice. I've started going to a studio here in town that seems to do the trick. While it is somewhat different than the yoga classes I took at school, it's given me a fresh perspective and introduced me to numerous new poses. In addition, I make it a point to practice at least once a week on my own, though in all honesty, sometimes it's more, but sometimes it's less. 

When I do roll out my mat at home, I frequently have company - in the furry form of my adorable dog. He loves that I'm on the floor, all the more accessible for cuddling. Sometimes he just curls up and goes to sleep, with one paw on my mat and his pesky nose nestled in his tail. But he has also been known to stretch with me. No joke. His downward facing dog sure beats mine. There is photographic evidence, but let's just say it doesn't show my best side (thanks for that Mom) so the picture will not be included here. 

As cute as he may be, let me tell you a cold wet nose does render meditation significantly more challenging. Who am I kidding though? I like having him there. His presence might not contribute to a sense of peace in yoga terms, but his company certainly contributes to my feeling of well-being. 

All dressed up and nowhere to go

As you're probably aware, I'm currently faced with the oh-so-pleasant and encouraging task of job-hunting in this horrendous employment market. While it's nothing an eager, hopeful, bright-eyed college grad shouldn't be capable of managing, it is a tad wearisome.  

In light of these circumstances, I received an early Christmas present last week. My mother took me shopping for an interview suit and work clothes (this included shoes!). When the standard shopping locations failed to prove fruitful, we moved on to uncharted territory for me: Talbots. Holy crap - what was I doing in a Talbots? My grandmother used to swear by this brand - so why did I suddenly find myself there with an armload of clothes? Well, when I started trying them on, I understood.

Black suit, cherry striped button down shirt, black pumps. I looked sharp, sexy even. Hello business chic! Hello Talbots! And I felt powerful. In this suit, I don't need to settle. I can take my pick from any non-sales, non-IT, non-finance, entry-level position in the Boston area that suits my fancy (badump-bump-tish!) Yeah, well, as you might imagine that isn't as easy as it sounds. 

But at least now I feel prepared. If, and when, I get an interview, I'm gonna knock-'em dead before they even ask the first question. It's all about getting that red, suede pump clad foot in the door. And I'm ready. Just as soon as anyone wants to give me a chance. 

Hello? Anybody out there? Yeah, no, ok - well, I'll be here. And my Talbots suit is awaiting it's debut.

Yes We Can

Just a quick note to commemorate today's momentous events. 

Having lived outside the US for the better part of four years, I had come to feel like my nationality was no longer a large part of my identity. But, over the past few months, the energy and enthusiasm that has been building around this election has swept me up and welcomed me back, no questions asked. In a way, it's a relief to be home, but now even more so, to be in a country that promises a brighter future at home and abroad. 

My right to be a part of this moment is a privilege that I share proudly with my fellow Americans. My voice, your voice, we comprise the voice of a nation. Our opinion is recognized, and more importantly, it makes a difference. We have influenced the course of history on a monumental scale. Tonight, more than ever, I am proud to be an American.

Hip hip HOORAY!