Happy Wednesday guys! Despite the fact that we are well into this current week, I’m popping in to provide some quick updates from last week. I should have some shame about this, but I’m trying to get it in while I can so please forgive me.
After getting back into my work-out groove the previous week, I clocked in with two Flywheel classes and a yoga class (via Three Queens yoga) last week. I’ve been having some right knee pain (aging like spoiled milk over here) so it felt really good to stretch it out. It’s crazy how quickly you can lose endurance when you haven’t worked out for awhile, I’m definitely still building mine back up. My goal for the rest of this week is to get in another five workouts. We shall see.
There were two things on deck last week. I went to a mentor roundtable for a college access nonprofit I volunteer for. The staff brought in a psychologist who talked about the trauma that some of our most vulnerable youth face – mostly due to social determinants of poverty. They showed a video of a Philadelphia student who came from particularly challenging circumstances, but who still made to an Ivy League institution for college. The event was certainly well-intentioned, but I’ll be honest in saying that it also made me a bit uncomfortable. I feared that the mentors were being shown the effects of trauma through a very specific single story. We have to remember that young people from marginalized communities still have diverse experiences and the full scope of their stories need to be told. It was going to be difficult to do this in a 90 minute session, but I’m always weary of our tendency to engage in what I sometimes feel is “poverty porn”, where we use the most extreme examples to represent an entire group of people. I don’t think this was the intent of the organization at all, but as Chimamanda has said we have to be careful of making “one story become the only story”. There’s so much more to be said, but I’ll just leave it there. I made a mental note to give some feedback on the session.
I also co-taught a workshop for Mighty Writers, an out of school time writing program for neighborhood youth. We had a pizza party for the kids while they read their final stories to their parents. So cute!
I’ve noticed a trend lately: everytime I go out with a group of women, I am always the only one with jacked up raggedy nails and cuticles. I went to NYC this past weekend for my friend’s 32’s second birthday party, and once again I noticed that almost all of the ladies had perfectly manicured nails. When it comes to beauty and maintenance, simplicity is key for me. I very rarely wear earrings. I do wear insane amounts of mascara and chapstick, but stay away from heavy foundations, blush, etc because I don’t like feeling like I have ‘stuff’ on my face. Most days I keep it at powder for my T-zone, and a bit of concealer if I have some hyperpigmentation from a black head. Although I love seeing other women with their beautiful make-up, I couldn’t “beat” my face if I tried. I would just end up looking like a clown. Plus I’m perpetually late to things, adding some blush or eyeliner in the morning would not bode well for my tardiness.
That being said, there is no need for my nails to look as unkempt as they usually do. Although it’s a luxury, I’m vowing to start getting some regular manicures or at least painting my nails at home or something.
I’ve been slowly weaning myself off of cheddar bunnies (victory!). I also whipped up a big batch of my simple balsamic vinaigrette recipe, which I used for salads and also to marinade a big batch of chicken a few weeks ago. Here’s a super quick and simple recipe below.
Hope you are having a wonderful week!