Every July monsoon season blows into Phoenix. The weather is mostly high winds, dark clouds, thunder, and lightning. A haboob might form because it is the desert (desert=dirt) after all. The city usually just gets a threat of rain, but occasionally it will down pour. The rain is great. If you are a dry desert, going through a drought, then you really need the water. However, the rain is not so great if you are a RA patient.
Thanks to all the monsoon rain Phoenix has received, I've had inflamed joints. And really poofy, wavy hair. The hair is easy to deal with; just wrap it into a bun or ponytail. The inflamed joints are a little more of a pain to deal with. Okay, it is pain. I have re-acquainted myself with the Ibuprofen bottle. I've seen it more often than I've seen my own mom (she does live in the same city) this summer. Although the Ibuprofen helps with the pain and the inflammation, I also feel so worn down.
Mornings are so hard-- I just want to lay in bed the whole morning. Eventually, I do get out of bed (before noon!), but I move so slooooow. I'm achy and fatigued. And the days I have to do daycare drop off... ugh. I really don't like doing daycare drop off right now. Since I move like an 85 year old granny in the mornings, I can't get Jack to daycare before 9 am. Even if we're up really early-- I'll just use that extra time to be more sloth-y (picture the sloth, Flash, from Zootopia; that's me in the mornings). Jack always misses morning snack on the days I have drop off.
Because I take so long getting us ready, Jack thinks he's staying home with me. It's really hard to convince him to go to daycare. Getting him to daycare and then saying good-bye at daycare involves a bunch of tears (insert joke about how Jack cries too). I feel riddled with guilt during this drop off ritual, and say to myself, "why didn't I just keep him home?" Oh yeah, it's because I would need the whole bottle of Ibuprofen to take care of Jack if he stayed home with me (not a whole bottle, but you get the point). In fact, Jack offered me medicine the other morning when I finally stumbled out of bed. It was very considerate and compassionate of him (yay for toddlers learning empathy), but also a little heart-breaking for me. I don't want to be the broken mommy.
Thankfully, I do live in a desert, and it will be dry again before I can figure out how to tame my frizzy hair. Dryness is good for people with joint problems. I'll be up and at 'em, like an old pug, before too long (that's better than a sloth, right?). I won't be so broken. Jack and I can spend all day playing together, and whatever else non-arthritic parents do. If only the dry season could happen a little sooner (thanks nature! I'd appreciate it!)...
I can't image living in a coastal city. I'd probably never leave my bed. How do RA patients in coastal places handle humidity and moisture that is all the time? They probably own stock in Ibuprofen companies (and maybe this is why places like Seattle are legalizing marijuana? So there's alternatives to Ibuprofen when rain cause joint inflammation?). So in summary, rain great for the desert, but bad for my joints. I want to wish everyone fair health and long-life this monsoon season! May you not have to take Ibuprofen for the next couple of month!
Thursday, July 27, 2017
Sunday, July 16, 2017
7/11/17- Reading List 3: Non-Fiction Books for Adults
As a child, I read a lot during summer break. A lot. I'd go to the public library and check out a stack of 12 books at a time, and a couple of weeks later, turn those 12 in for a new stack. Call me a nerd if you must, that word is a compliment to me (as an adult), but I wasn't a bored child during the summer. That's for sure.
So to me, summer time equals the perfect time for reading. Really, any time you can squeeze in a book as a busy adult is a good time, but summer for me means it's the perfect time to squeeze in lots of reading. And that's why this reading list is dedicated to us adults (past reading lists for preschoolers to 2nd graders and teens). Let's squeeze in sometime to read, follow adults!
1) "Why Not Me?" by Mindy Kaling
First, it's funny and pretty quick to read. I read it a few years ago, and then suggested it to a book club last summer-- I was re-reading it for the summer and started sharing excerpts with Bobby, and he thought those excerpts were so funny, that he asked if we could read Mindy's book together. Second, this book has some good career advice in it. Also, if you're in an industry where there's an over representation of a certain demographic, this book may provide comfort (it did for me).
2) "It's Not Rocket Science" by Mary Spio
Mary is a satellite engineer turned entrepreneur, so of course I wanted to read this book (a female engineer whose crushing it, shark yes!). This book is really about how to become entrepreneur, but Mary does share some of her own personal story. She was an immigrant from Ghana and she became on engineer with patents, which lead to her starting her own company. Hearing her story was the part I liked best and very inspiring. Her entrepreneurial and changing-the-game career advice is on the optimistic side, so I think this a good read to give yourself a boost if you're down in the dumps about your career. Sometimes we just need the positive message.
3) "Yes, Please" by Amy Poehler
This book made me laugh and cry so hard. Amy talks about everything from her childhood, to just starting out in the comedy business, to marriage, kids, and divorce, to working in a male dominated field, and to moon hunting (you'll have to read the book to find out what that is). And she wrote it all in a way that made me relate and empathize with everything, even though I've never done stand-up, worked for SNL, or been married to Will Arnett. I have enjoyed all the books on this list, but if you forced me to pick just one for you to read, "Yes, Please" is the one I'd recommend.
4) "Lean In" by Nell Scovell and Sheryl Sandberg
There's a lot commentary on this book- a lot of its bad, but a lot of its good. While I didn't agree with everything the authors wrote in this book, it is still a good book for both men and women to read to start to understand the issues working women have.
5) "Hidden Figures" by Margot Lee Shetterly
I've already written a review of Hidden Figures, which you can read here, but its a great book to read during the summer and to read in intervals. If you've seen the movie and found the movie inspiring, you will also find this book uplifting. I also enjoyed reading about the Civil Rights movement and wars that were happening in parallel to Katherine, Dorothy and Mary.
6) Bossypants by Tina Fey
Again, a really funny book. And again, Bobby and I read it together and laughed much at Tina's words. In Tina's book, the career advice isn't so straight forward as Mindy's or Amy's. If I remember correctly, Tina writes somewhere in the book that she doesn't want to give straight out career advice (because each of us have unique situations or something along those lines), so it's kind of more just work stories. Those work stories are very entertaining though, and you might even find yourself going, yep I've had one of those moments.
That's it for this list-- I'll have more adult, teen, and kid reading list soon enough. And since you're smart, you recognized the pattern here for this list: autobiography/biography or person sharing career journey/career advice and all written by women. If you have fiction book recommendations or other career and biography book recommendations (written by both women and men), then please share these recommendations in the comments! I'm always looking for a new book to read. Happy summer reading everyone!
Monday, July 3, 2017
7/3/17- Hello Impostor; I See You've Failed
I thought I was done feeling like an impostor; 13 years into my job as engineer, I do not doubt my engineering skills anymore. I doubt the place that I work, but I do not doubt that I've got something to offer as an engineer. For the first 5 years of my (engineering) job, I doubted my engineering capability. Being sick and discovering I had RA, made those feelings of impostor and fraud linger a little longer than I felt they should have. But as soon as my health issue was figured out, and I got project experience under my belt, I no longer felt like a phony. Every couple of years, I'll acknowledge that there are engineers who are smarter than me (on my team), but I am not a dummy; I know the work and how to do the work. I can do it in my sleep now (ugh, sometimes I dream about analyzing completing systems reliability tickets). So I have said good-bye impostor syndrome.
Or so I thought. Two years ago, I decided I would write a blog. And then I decided I would write and publish a children's book. I've done just that-- I published a children's book. I have also published pieces with Highlights and STEM Media and guest blogged for Tech Love. Technically, I am a published author. But I don't feel like one. I feel like I am another silly, stupid, and annoying person who thinks she can write in the same school (not class) as great, amazing, best selling, and world-renowned authors. But I'm not one of them. I am not in the same class as them.
I'm pretty sure I don't belong in the writing and publishing industry. After all, I'm just an engineer-- what right do I have asking to be in the writing and publishing industry? I have no degree in writing, my only formal (college level or higher) writing classes were English 101 and 102, and technical writing does not equate to creative writing. I haven't toiled for decades in perfecting my craft to finally land a book deal. How can I, after just a couple of years of playing around and pretending to be a writer, expect to get an agent/book deal/traditionally published book? I am naive and stupid in thinking that. I don't belong here. I am an impostor in the book/writing/publishing industry. And I feel like such a failure. A big, fat failure.
It doesn't matter that people have bought my indie published children's book. It doesn't matter that friends and family share with me that they book the book and how much they like the book. It doesn't matter that I get photos of smiling kids reading my book. It doesn't matter when bloggers and book critics write positive things about the book. It doesn't matter that the book got featured on podcasts. It doesn't matter that my book has received a couple of awards. I still feel like a failure. I feel it's time to hang up my author hat, pat myself on the back, and tell myself, you tried, but now it's time to move on. Time to stop fooling yourself and others; time to acknowledge that you are an impostor.
This irrational feeling of failure and impostor, well, I know it's irrational. I never expected to make the New York Times Best Seller list, and my selling expectation was in the low hundreds (which close at 85 sells so far). I also know it takes a long, long time to find an agent and get a book published traditionally, and I knew indie publishing my book wouldn't bring agents and publishers knocking on my door. I just knew that I loved the story and had the means to share it. All I could hope for is that others would it love too. And when the rational voice in my head is speaking, I know that my hope, of others loving the story, is true.
All the stuff I said above that doesn't matter, well, rational voice knows that it does matter. People liking/loving the book, the awards, and the best part, photos of happy kids reading my book, that all matters. I'm so appreciative of all that; those things are huge and wonderful accomplishments. When I let the rational voice talk, and remind me of those huge and wonderful accomplishments, I don't feel like a loser, a failure, an impostor. If I truly look at it, I've accomplished some pretty cool things in the writing world. And I have so many other stories I want to share. No way am I done yet with this industry. I'm here to stay.
I just have to keep working at this writing thing and to tell the irrational impostor voice to shut the shark up! Impostor voice, where you see failure, I will embrace the mistakes and see a chance to learn and grow. Where you say I've accomplished nothing, I see many kids enjoying the book and great reviews. Where you say, it's time to quit, I remind you that writing is fun and that you have another story to write. Where you sing Beck's "I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me", I change the lyrics to "one day I'll kill it".
One day (hopefully sooner rather than later), I will kill it in the book world, and stop doubting my capability as a writer, and my impostor syndrome will subside again. Until then, hello impostor, I see you've failed (in making me completely doubt myself). So shut the shark up already! I have writing to do!
Need more info on the impostor syndrome, check out this:
https://www.nytimes.com/2015/10/26/your-money/learning-to-deal-with-the-impostor-syndrome.html
And this:
https://www.dailyworth.com/posts/5-tips-tackling-impostor-syndrome
Or so I thought. Two years ago, I decided I would write a blog. And then I decided I would write and publish a children's book. I've done just that-- I published a children's book. I have also published pieces with Highlights and STEM Media and guest blogged for Tech Love. Technically, I am a published author. But I don't feel like one. I feel like I am another silly, stupid, and annoying person who thinks she can write in the same school (not class) as great, amazing, best selling, and world-renowned authors. But I'm not one of them. I am not in the same class as them.
I'm pretty sure I don't belong in the writing and publishing industry. After all, I'm just an engineer-- what right do I have asking to be in the writing and publishing industry? I have no degree in writing, my only formal (college level or higher) writing classes were English 101 and 102, and technical writing does not equate to creative writing. I haven't toiled for decades in perfecting my craft to finally land a book deal. How can I, after just a couple of years of playing around and pretending to be a writer, expect to get an agent/book deal/traditionally published book? I am naive and stupid in thinking that. I don't belong here. I am an impostor in the book/writing/publishing industry. And I feel like such a failure. A big, fat failure.
It doesn't matter that people have bought my indie published children's book. It doesn't matter that friends and family share with me that they book the book and how much they like the book. It doesn't matter that I get photos of smiling kids reading my book. It doesn't matter when bloggers and book critics write positive things about the book. It doesn't matter that the book got featured on podcasts. It doesn't matter that my book has received a couple of awards. I still feel like a failure. I feel it's time to hang up my author hat, pat myself on the back, and tell myself, you tried, but now it's time to move on. Time to stop fooling yourself and others; time to acknowledge that you are an impostor.
This irrational feeling of failure and impostor, well, I know it's irrational. I never expected to make the New York Times Best Seller list, and my selling expectation was in the low hundreds (which close at 85 sells so far). I also know it takes a long, long time to find an agent and get a book published traditionally, and I knew indie publishing my book wouldn't bring agents and publishers knocking on my door. I just knew that I loved the story and had the means to share it. All I could hope for is that others would it love too. And when the rational voice in my head is speaking, I know that my hope, of others loving the story, is true.
All the stuff I said above that doesn't matter, well, rational voice knows that it does matter. People liking/loving the book, the awards, and the best part, photos of happy kids reading my book, that all matters. I'm so appreciative of all that; those things are huge and wonderful accomplishments. When I let the rational voice talk, and remind me of those huge and wonderful accomplishments, I don't feel like a loser, a failure, an impostor. If I truly look at it, I've accomplished some pretty cool things in the writing world. And I have so many other stories I want to share. No way am I done yet with this industry. I'm here to stay.
I just have to keep working at this writing thing and to tell the irrational impostor voice to shut the shark up! Impostor voice, where you see failure, I will embrace the mistakes and see a chance to learn and grow. Where you say I've accomplished nothing, I see many kids enjoying the book and great reviews. Where you say, it's time to quit, I remind you that writing is fun and that you have another story to write. Where you sing Beck's "I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me", I change the lyrics to "one day I'll kill it".
One day (hopefully sooner rather than later), I will kill it in the book world, and stop doubting my capability as a writer, and my impostor syndrome will subside again. Until then, hello impostor, I see you've failed (in making me completely doubt myself). So shut the shark up already! I have writing to do!
Need more info on the impostor syndrome, check out this:
https://www.nytimes.com/2015/10/26/your-money/learning-to-deal-with-the-impostor-syndrome.html
And this:
https://www.dailyworth.com/posts/5-tips-tackling-impostor-syndrome
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