I cannot listen to the beginning of this song and not move. Shake your body to the right or a little shoulder jive or even just a few whips of my ponytail. This song just puts me in a good mood.

I listened to Jenny’s solo tracks today at work. Now it’s time to navigate back to Rilo Kiley.

So I was getting ready for bed, but my legs have been killing me ever since I carried my niece around on my back. (I seriously either need a serious exercise routine or else cool down on the cool aunt promises.) I saw this song was about to come on and I was like “Yes! Exercise bike!” Benefits of living in the basement with workout equipment. I seriously wish I could take this with me when I move. If I want to stay up past 10 to watch tv or binge on my phone, I commit to doing it while riding the exercise bike. My thighs already feel better.

I think it would be really Jenny Lewis of me to buy a real bike to ride in my new neighborhood. With my ponytail whipping in the wind and my jacket with a million pockets. Don’t think it will ever happen though because that would depress the shit out of Tess. As it is every time I get on the exercise bike she lays down across from me with hopeful eyes. I tried to go running with her after one night, when I still had enough energy to stay moving, but she was not interested in exercise. She just wants me to go outside and throw her ball and not mind when she never brings it back. Dogs.

Tomorrow I’m going to wake up and remember why I shouldn’t bike past 11.
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Welcome to Thirty with Jenny - single, female, childless, hair a brighter shade of red.*

I had a migraine on my birthday for the first time and it was depressing.  It was thankfully not a very painful migraine, but it was consistent, and it consistently resisted my medicine. It's not going to be my last migraine, but hopefully it will be the only one I ever have on a birthday.  I wish I was more superstitious so I could believe it was a cleanse of all the negativity of my twenties. A fresh start for the next decade of my life, a channel for good luck to flow through.

My house hunt has been consuming - time, energy, and plenty of fuel.  I'm pausing for a short bit to get myself through a heavy work load week and a trip to Las Vegas for work.  This trip has been a career goal of mine for so long, but it's coming at such a bad time this year.  I felt like I couldn't pass up this opportunity, so I said yes.  It's definitely helped reinforce the idea that advancing your career isn't the most important or defining priority.

I'm hoping to make connections and attend a few classes that will help me improve my work life. I want to create ways to destress my work load, spend more time doing things that are therapeutic for me, and leave work at the office.  Unless I can get some work from home days.

I don't know what my thirties will hold.  I don't know if Jenny is the best role model for the whole decade, but that's okay.  She's given me a lot of anthems to belt out, hold tight, and dance it out to. To stay in the light,  I just need to look for the positive and let it flow through me.


*Except technically my summer hair is like a goldenized red - darker than strawberry blonde, but not quite orange or blonde.

Labels: I feel it everywhere even in my red hair, migraine