This morning, a tweet from MumClub asking “what would you tell your 16-year old self?” got me thinking. Often I can tweet a quick, snappy response but this I needed to mull over. So I stepped into the shower, and ideas kept popping into my head. Thanks to my waterproof Post-It notes, I wrote down the following advice to Samantha Stern:
- Keep working on your writing and languages—they will be the foundation of your success
- There is so much more than Duran Duran
- You are not fat
- Dating/kissing boys that are not Jewish will not be the end of the world
- Friendships trump religious differences
- Invest in your friends—you’re going to need them
- Gary Morris may break your heart but there are lots of fish in the see—explore ;)
- Red heads have more fun
- Keep dancing
- Go on blind dates (the last one will be the best one)
- You are in charge of your future
- Mum and Dad were right about many things (but not about only kissing/dating Jewish boys)
- Find your own style
- Keep traveling
- Bacon is not evil
- In two years, Mum and Dad will take you to see Les Miserables. It will change everything.
- Try sushi: you’ll like it!
Posted by samanthamcgarry on January 29, 2013
My mojo seems to have left town (along with my abs, but that’s another topic.) If you’ve been following along the last few weeks of our staycation and then my poor hubby’s sickness, this present state of affairs won’t be much of a surprise. I’ve been dragging my lazy ass around for a few days now. I sat at my office desk for 2.5 days last week and achieved nothing and contributed nothing. I’ve been feeling tired and bla every day, going to bed early and waking up exhausted.
I understand this is a temporary lull; usually my mojo is quite active and pumped up, ready for silliness, primed for a giggle. So I need to get it back – stat. I started the quest to unearth my mojo from wherever it is hiding yesterday. It felt good but we’re definitely not there yet.
So I asked some friends to let me know what they do to re-find their mojo. I’ve meshed their suggestions with several of my own re-mojo-activating tactics to create what could possibly be The Ultimate Guide to Finding Your Mojo. Here’s hoping that by Monday morning, I’ll spring out of bed, rested, with my mojo fully restored, ready for action.
The Ultimate Guide to Finding Your Mojo
- Lie on the couch and watch re-runs of Friends, Ally McBeal or whatever show or movie takes you to your happy place. Do not watch any weepies.
- Play music that makes you happy. Or in my case, music that makes you groove. In fact, I think I’m going to create a Mojo Playlist. Today, I’ve been shaking my booty to some newly discovered tracks including Calvin Harris “The Rain,” and Fun “We Are Young.” My other mood-and-groove-enhancing favourites include Abba “Dancing Queen,” Bee Gees “Night Fever,” Stevie Wonder “Living for the City,” Katy Perry “Firework,” Jackson 5 “I Want You Back” and The Pretenders “Brass in Pocket.”
- Read (I often return to Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist to set me back on the right track. Or anything by Bill Bryson for his laugh-out-loud travel experiences and wry observances of human nature.)
- A good chat with a good friend; try picking up the phone and calling someone you’ve not spoken with in a while (Annemarie, you’ve been warned.)
- Work up a good sweat (pick your poison: dancing, exercise, sex, weeding, pillow fight ….)
- Get a mani/pedi – or some other indulgent spa treatment. (I am sporting some freshly polished, vibrant purple toe and finger nails!)
- Write (a letter, a blog, a to-do list, some goals – by the way, this would be a good time to plug my pal Matty P’s great new book Goals Gone Wild.)
- Clean/organize something you’ve been putting off – might sound weird but it feels really good to finally get to it.)
- Sit on the deck and listen to the soundtrack of nature.
- Imbibe – whether it’s coffee to give your system a jolt, or a large glass of wine or sangria ( my latest addiction)
- Shoe shopping.
- Do something nice for someone else. It feels good to be both the giver and the receiver, believe me.
So there it is, the formula I’ve already started using to hunt down and rekindle my joie de vivre. What do you do to find you’re mojo when it’s left town? What would be on your Mojo Playlist?
(P.S. If you happen to find my abs, could you kindly return them – much appreciated.)
(P.P.S Here are some links to some other good mojo-finding blogs and resources:
Have You Lost Your Mojo?
How to Give Your Mojo a Boost
Finding My Mojo
10 Ways to Get Your Groove Back )
Posted by samanthamcgarry on August 11, 2012
Life moves so fast. One day it’s Sunday, next it’s Friday. It’s January, then it’s June. Easter then Halloween. Births, birthdays, graduations, engagements, weddings, anniversaries, death, funerals. Whoosh, that’s it. Done and dusted.
This dizzy pace, the constant tension pushing us forward, making plans for next week, next month, next year. Deadlines, objectives, goals. Schedules, appointments, vacations. The intense desire to do things better, faster, differently, more.
It terrifies me. It’s a repetitive punch that sucks the oxygen from my lungs. Leaves me winded and gasping.
What about now?
I love my life. I love this moment. I don’t want to whisk it away in a frenzied rush to get things done and onto the next item on the to-do list? I want to taste the here and now, enjoy it, sear it into my increasingly challenged memory. Venerate it. Put my two arms around it and give it a huge great bear hug. Whisper in its ear. Jump atop a table and dance with it. Pour it a cold beer and have a good chinwag.
Just in case.
Who knows what tomorrow may bring?
Here and Now II, 2006, oil on canvas, 30 x 40 inches by Kayla Mohammadi, Brookline, MA
Posted by samanthamcgarry on April 29, 2012
Remember when ….
- There was enough time.
- You spent money mostly on you.
- You had a waist.
- Weekends were lazy.
- The pre-party was a critical part of going out.
- It was possible to drink more than two glasses of wine without embarrassing yourself.
- You could stay awake later than 9pm.
- You danced around your handbag.
- 6am was sometimes the end of a great night.
- Going to McDonalds was a hangover cure.
There’s so much stuff to be nostalgic about. But that was then and this is now.
Now is so much richer.
Posted by samanthamcgarry on March 17, 2012
I consider myself a tolerant person, open-minded, moderate, appreciative and welcoming of all points of view, opinions and tastes.
Except, that is, when it comes to country music.
With apologies to the hoards of avid fans of country music across the US – and to my colleague and friend Steve who posted about why he loves country music - these are three reasons why country music makes every fiber in my body scream “nnnooooooo!!”
- It has no soul. I find country music so one-dimensional. Me, I need music that literally moves me. Rhythm. Depth. I want to shake my groove thang and get down. Foot thumping or thigh slapping ain’t going to cut it. Never mind the two-step; I want to bump and grind.
- It’s too twangy. To my uneducated, British ears, I hear the same strummed notes in every, single country track making it difficult to distinguish one singer or song from another. And each twang grates a little more than the one before it.
- It’s all one big sob story. And why does it have to be so literal? “Get your tongue out of my mouth cause I’m kissing you goodbye.” “I spent a lifetime lookin’ for you. Single bars and good time lovers were never true. Playing a fools game, hopin’ to win. Tellin’ those sweet lies and losin’ again.” “Sometimes its hard to be a woman. Giving all your love to just one man.” And so on.
Admittedly, it’s not all bad. I actually enjoy listening to some Lady Antebellum, Taylor Swift and Carrie Underwood. And I love my cowboy boots. But please, for the sake of my sanity – and yes my productivity when at work – don’t inflict hours of country music on me!
Posted by samanthamcgarry on March 8, 2012
Since I committed to putting my resolutions in writing for the first time, I feel compelled to report back after the first month. Here goes:
Posted by samanthamcgarry on February 1, 2012