I grab lunch here every now and then. There's a quote that's painted on the frame of the window that reads: "Generosity brings happiness at every stage of expression." - The Buddha. I took this photo while waiting in line to pay for my food. Just another day in the ol' Beantown USA.
Thanks to 50 Cent, I have new words to live by. I don't necessarily want to be rich. I just want to be the 3.0 version to my 2.0 version of myself. Does that even make any sense?
I've spent the last few weeks laying low and scheming the best possible ways to execute my 2015 plans. Here's a short list of what I've been up to so far in terms of personal and professional goals:
- Taking a course once a week to learn front-end web development.
- Locked in on a date to move into a new apartment at the end of July.
- Made the motions to go back to school.
- I have signed up for another season of field hockey with my field hockey team.
- Heading to Asia this year with my folks, which will require missing 2 classes and 2 field hockey games. Lots of making up to do!
I can't say my plans haven't overwhelmed me to the freakin' core. My brain has been on a marathon about the immediate future. So much, I've put aside the things I love doing over the weekends and focusing on the daydreams and the intangibles. I'm aware sacrifices need to be made this year, and I'm very optimistic the return on investment will be huge. I'm excited. I'm scared. I'm driven. And I'm lost. So much confusion. And so many things. I just have to remind myself to stay the course. Even if it means I'll die trying. Figuratively.
The only upside of being sick on a weekend is all this down-time to sit and write about random crap, and just let my inner creative run wild. SO WILD I'm thinking of renaming this blog to "Free Range Mary." My typical weekend entails leaving the state to ski or climb, but I'm not having any of that today or yesterday. Feeling sick is like being trapped in another person's body. As much as I kick and scream to GTFO and do something, it wants to be a useless piece of shit. In the inside, I'm crying because I've wasted an entirely perfect day. But in the outside, my body is shrugging its shoulders with arms crossed saying, "tough shit."
It's all good. I believe this is why I get sick in the first place. I need a weekend from my weekends on top of the work week, gym life, and weekly field hockey games. I just need a detox from life in general. How does one go about having a life detox? Binging on original episodes of Star Trek and eating in bed? I guess that's fine for starters.
One of the many reasons I wanted to move to New England was to experience what it would be like to live in a place with four seasons. We just had no idea winter would be this f-ing crazy. Otherwise, we would have carefully thought it through. But knowing how stubborn I am, we would have probably moved out here anyway because #YOLO. And there's no such thing as carefully thinking it through when there's YOLO. To be quite honest, I have zero regrets about our decision. I love it out here! There's a lot of things that outweigh the bad, and the seasons that follow are always redeeming. And once spring hits, we end up getting distracted about how beautiful it is the remainder of the year, that we forget what blizzards and shoveling and what miserable feels like.
Our first winter, which was last year, turned out to be one of the worst winters in a long time. Or so we were told. Little did anyone know, 2015 would top any year of the most inches of snow ever recorded! How did we get so lucky? And the year I pick up skiing is the year the northeast gets the most pow in the country?! Say what?! I think New York Times said it best. Not to mention, perfect ice conditions for climbing!
Yes. This has been my favorite winter to date. It would be really hard to top this one.
Here's a glimpse from our awesome winter so far:
With all that said, I'm already ready for summer.
This winter, I fell head-over-ski boots in love with downhill skiing. It all started when my boyfriend took me to Stowe, Vermont for my 31st birthday. My options that weekend were to either ice climb or ski. Since I knew I would be ice climbing a lot this winter, I chose skiing and decided I would give it a real go this time around. I've skied several times in the past, but never really pushed myself to go fast and take chances.
When we left the resort that day, I sat in the car thinking to myself that I could have skied harder. I get this way sometimes, especially when it comes to sports. I go through some self-loathing phase where mentally I'm kicking myself asking why I didn't try hard enough. Sometimes this behavior keeps me up at night. And the evenings I do fall asleep quickly, I'll dream about it. True story.
To remedy this obsession, I bought the proper gear to use for the resort with an option to go on "tour" mode, and a perfect size (length/width) to get in deep stuff should I ever find myself doing some serious ski mountaineering on fresh blower. Okay. Perhaps, I may have gone above and beyond the "proper" gear for my level but I figured if I do it this way, I wouldn't have to buy a beginner setup and graduate to an advanced setup later. Sometimes you just have to go for the gold.
So I call these my aspirational skis.
They're slightly challenging to get use to since I'm technically using an "expert" length for my height. I'll save the details on my ski setup for another post.
These days, I'm skiing blue squares with very little to no trouble at all. It's such a huge accomplishment from where I was earlier this year and I only hope to get better each time. Trust me, these last few weekends I've been hitting the slopes real hard. And so far it has helped me sleep better at night.
I figured it was time to compile a list of things to-do before moving out of the East Coast in 6 months! (Yeah, I know. SIX MONTHS! I couldn't believe it myself until I did the math). And generally when I make these plans, I follow through with them. After-all, this is one of the main reasons why we moved out here from California/Arizona. To really experience and immerse ourselves on what it was like to live that East Coast life, and just get away from the "West Coast is the #BestCoast" mentality like many of those ignorant fucks who have never lived outside the area they grew up in. I think it's fair to give the East Coast a try before calling anything "The Best." Wouldn't you say?
Here's my working list of things to-do (in the East Coast) before we die:
1.) Backcountry ski Tuckerman's Ravine on Mount Washington, NH.
2.) Climb Mt. Katahdin via the Knife's Edge trail. Baxter State Park, ME.
3.) Hike/climb the Precipice Trail in Acadia National Park, ME.
4.) Free climb the face of Cannon Mountain via the Whitney-Gilman route. Franconia Notch State Park, NH.
5.) Climb the Gunks as much as possible! New Paltz, NY.
6.) Kayak trip to Squam Lake, NH.
7.) Ice Climb the Flume Gorge, Franconia State Park, NH.
8.) Ice Climb in the Catskills Mountains and Adirondacks in New York.
9.) Backpacking trip to The Great Gulf Wilderness Trail/Presidential Peaks. White Mountains National Forest, NH.
More to come!
Lately I've been thinking a lot about moving out of Massachusetts to the point where I daydream about it in between breaths. And ironically at the same time, I've had several friends tell me that I should just quit my job, move to Colorado, and climb rock. I'm taking all of this in like it's a sign from God. Or perhaps there's a sign that reads "I WANT TO MOVE TO COLORADO AND ROCK CLIMB" on my back that I'm not yet aware of. Well, whatever that sign is, I hope it's pointing west because I don't see any way I can wake up from this daydream.
I figured it would be appropriate to celebrate the new layout of my blog with a photo of my office plant. This plant has seen better days, just like maryannerodis.com. It has gone through several transformations and periods of neglect, and I would very much like to breathe life back into it. This is exactly how I feel about this blog. Hoping to stay on top of it this time around.
Raising my glass to new-ish beginnings!