My name is Sally and I’m addicted to Survivor. It started when I was training for my half marathon and always did my long runs on Wednesday nights at the gym. Watching their crazy challenges inspired me to keep running because my workout wasn’t nearly as strenuous as what those contestants were going through. (Ironic, no, because I was training this race as a cancer survivor?)
The 29th season, “Blood vs. Water” starts tonight. To prepare/fill the immunity idol-shaped hole in my heart during the off season, I’ve been watching lots of old episodes. As I did so, I’ve realized that I would be TERRIBLE at Survivor. Here are the top ten reasons why I should never go on Survivor:
- I hate snakes. I can’t even look when they’re on the screen, and they’re a required accessory for every Survivor island.
- I get really grumpy when I’m cold.
- I’m a leader and since I’m a woman, people would probably label me “bossy” and vote me out quickly.
- I have the world’s WORST poker face. Don’t ever play poker with me. Or do, but make sure we’re not on the same team. I wouldn’t be able to lie to anyone. (This alone immediately disqualifies me from being on Big Brother.)
- Did I mention how much I hate snakes?
- I also hate spiders. And scorpions (but does anyone like them?).
- I would immediately get a headache from all that sun (and I believe sunglasses are banned for cinematic reasons).
- I would burn to a crisp on day 1, and never stop worrying about it.
- I am the worst at slide puzzles. If my life depended on it, I would probably keep working on it until I died with it still unfinished.
- I would quit the game over a jar of peanut butter. I’m in love with peanut butter here, where there are unlimited quantities to be had. Put me on an island and I’ll sell you my buff in return for a spoonful.
I also have my talents. I know the basics of building a shelter, I’m a good swimmer, I can start a fire (though I’d need to learn how to use flint). But I think those other items will keep me from sending Jeff Probst my application. Instead, I’m content to have civilized adventures and see how this drama unfolds from my couch.
Do you think you could win the title of Sole Survivor?
One week – 168 hours, or 10,080 minutes – is all that separates me from adventures across the pond.
In this last week, people keep asking: are you ready?
The answer: as ready as I’ll ever be.
I’ve already packed my bag twice “just to see if stuff fits”. My list has been made for months. I have my passport next to my bed, my peanut butter stowed away in my suitcase (American > British), my itinerary printed and confirmed with my hosts. I’ve joined my alumnae organization’s London network on Facebook and confirmed that the exchange rate is where I budgeted for it to be.
I’m trying to be realistic while keeping my usual optimism about – sure, I’ll be tired when I get off the plane at Heathrow. Sure, I’m going to miss being around my Boston friends on my birthday. Yes, I’m positive I will get sick of these clothes. But all this planning and dreaming has put me in a place where I’m so ready for this adventure, no matter what shape it takes.
Keep following my blog to see what happens next – I’ll be posting at least every few days while I’m in London!
It’s worth becoming a zombie for rather than give it up.
That’s the gist I got from this poem by Tim Pratt that was read at my friend/coworker Theresa’s wedding this weekend as she married her nerdy partner in crime, Matt. It’s the first time I’ve been to a wedding where zombies were referenced and court rulings were read as part of the ceremony (Goodrich vs. Dept of Public Health, specifically) and it was magically dorky.
The entire celebration was great – the sunny courtyard at the Liberty Hotel (formerly the Charles Street Jail), the delicious oysters and Italian-inspired dishes (hello veal!), the energetic dancing skills of young nieces and nephews, and the friendly folks all around who were glad to be there to share in the live music, the endless amounts of chocolate, and the overall love that filled the room. Not to mention the fact that there were 4 Sallys in the room – an all-time high for me, and a joy to dance “Mustang Sally” alongside.
Congrats, Matt and Theresa! I hope you never have to find out what you’d actually do if you were lost in the multiverse, but even in that eventuality, I know you two will be great together.
Read Tim Pratt’s poem “Scientific Romance Redux” here (I didn’t want to copy it and thus risk it being shared without proper credit!).
Cross one more grand item off the list: I have succeeded, along with class president Jimmy and some enthusiastic classmates, in throwing a blast of a 10 year high school reunion.
My goals for this reunion were simple, and we accomplished them all:
- DO NOT go into debt. We had leftover class money to spend if we needed to, but I’d heard that the organizers for the prior year had paid a pretty penny for their party, and I wanted to avoid having the people who spent the time planning the celebrations from paying the cost, as well. Conclusion: we ended up 90 cents short of breaking even, including decorations and promotions.
- DO make sure people outside our usual network hear about reunion and have enough notice to attend. Conclusion: we got a sign up a local marquee, shared the event with hundreds of people on Facebook, and a good mix of people attended (about 36 total)!
- DO set ourselves up to have a lot of fun, and not stress out. Once we realized that it was going to be a small party, Jim and I decided that if it was us and the DJ (a classmate), we would have the time of our lives, and the rest wouldn’t matter. We decided not to put a ton of extra work into things like decorations, and just enjoy ourselves before and during the party. Conclusion: setup was finished in 10 minutes and we all had a blast.
In short, it was a huge success. It had everything a high school reunion should – gossip about who wanted to go to the semi-formal dance with whom, shots of Fireball at extremely low NH prices, old yearbooks, a 2000’s-tastic playlist, amazingly friendly chats with people I haven’t talked to in years (and now want to be best friends with again!). The DJ, our classmate Tim, really killed the night with some key choices – “Time after time” at my request, “Stairway to Heaven” so we could slow dance as though it was our last chance of the night, “A little help from our friends” to remind us where we came from, and then “My heart will go on” to really set back the clock. Later, as the general public filtered in, we danced to “Summer Lovin” and “Footloose” in an homage to our high school productions. People stayed until the end, then took the afterparty to the one bar in our actual hometown and kept the party alive until well after midnight (for the uninitiated, midnight in NH is like 4 AM in NYC).
The whole experience left me incredibly grateful for my great childhood, my loving community, my smart and kind classmates. For every person not there, I imagined the wonderful adventures they were up to instead, and all the amazing places we’re going together and apart. But they know who they are and that they better be there next time (AHEM AHEM). Until then, I’ll pack my band uniform away, hold my friends close, and remember all the good times behind and ahead.
Onward to the next adventure! Check out the other items on my five year plan here >>
As I’ve gotten back into the world of online dating, I’ve had my share of awkward online interactions. (No, if chat is turned off, I probably don’t want to chat, especially if we’re a 30% match. And yes, I know I have a nice smile, I had braces twice and still wear my retainer diligently – but did you see that I also have an entire profile!?! Also… hi. Just hi. Apparently that’s a thing now, along with profiles composed 100% of selfies. C’mon Boston – you can do better!)
But nothing is more awkward than that moment where it’s just not quite clicking after a date or two – not so many that it’s worth a phone call or a drink to say goodbye, but just enough that you feel obligated to come up with excuses to not see someone again.
My work friends and wise sister recently convinced me to stop taking this wimpy option and actually tell someone that I wasn’t feeling a spark instead of fading away, and it was TOUGH. Finding the words, and actually sending them, made me feel like a giant jerk. But it also closed a door that I didn’t need to keep open (kind of like Tabless Thursday!).
In honor of the wimp’s way out, I bring you this gem that my mom made me watch this weekend as part of Garfunkel and Oates’s new tv show. It’s perfect. And I DO want to see it again.
Two months from today, I will be up in the air, on my way to London for 5 weeks of adventure. It’s been seven years since I was there last, but I can still picture the winding roads and crowded markets like it was yesterday, and I’m aching to be a part of it again.
Earlier this year, three things happened at once that put this plan into action.
- My best friend Sara quit her job to follow her dream of going to a cooking school in France.
- I was busy planning bachelorette parties, showers, and wedding festivities for two of my favorite people in the world – my sister, Kat, and my college bff, Priti. We were having a great time, but it highlighted how long it had been since I planned something incredible for myself.
- I got my annual bonus and realized that I never got around to spending last year’s bonus, not really.
I thought back to this amazing book I read last year – Happy Money, by Elizabeth Dunn and Michael Norton. It talked about investing in experiences, and not conforming to society’s expectations for what makes people happy or successful. Looking at my bank account, I felt like I had a few choices: a) keep saving… forever. b) buy an apartment – but as soon as I said this out loud, I realized how little I’m ready for this long-term commitment and responsibility, and how unlikely it was to make me happier (I love my sweet apartment, amazing location, and awesome roommate!) or c) put it all on the table and have a trip of a lifetime.
I opted for c and I couldn’t be more thrilled. My trip starts in London, where I’ve rented two different Airbnb places for different parts of the trip – in totally different parts of town – during which time my parents are coming to visit (yay!). Then the last 10 days, Katie (the aforementioned amazing roommate and high school bff) is coming over and we’re heading down toward France together to visit chef-in-training Sara, have seaside adventures, and then head to Barcelona. We’ll also have 22 hours in Istanbul on the way home, because if you’re going to have a layover, why not go somewhere incredible?
Now, the countdown is on – I’m figuring out what I need to pack, making a list of what I actually want to do abroad, and buying tickets for the last leg of the trip. As an added bonus, getting ready for being a tourist again has pushed me to look at my current city in a new way, running down roads I’ve never been on and making the most of this lovely summer.
Look for reports from Sally in another city – Londontown – this fall. And until then – enjoy the sunshine!
It’s 8:44 AM and I have fourteen tabs and three word docs open on my computer. I don’t even officially start work for another 16 minutes, and I’m already overwhelmed.
One of the many perks of my job is being able to work with ridiculously smart people. One of them shared this video with the NYC office while I was visiting, and I think it might literally change my life.
“Singletasking is the new multitasking” – a video from the Atlantic
The premise – you get more done with better results when you finish one thing at a time, close the door, and then move on to the next thing. Even just one day a week – Tabless Thursday – can make a difference in changing how you complete projects and how you feel about life. I personally find a hard time doing this even outside of work – I’d rather leave things open than say “I won’t make it to that party” or “I’m not sure there’s a spark here.” My dream is that trying this for one day to start might give me some peace at work – and then also transfer over into the rest of life.
So if you can’t find me online today, assume that it’s because I’m off doing one thing at a time. If you try it too, let me know how you do! One fewer tab at a time, we can break away from the tendency to multitask every minute of our lives.