Tuesday, April 23, 2013

525,600 minutes..how do you measure, measure a year?

Well, not quite. More like 524,083. But who's counting? Besides my brother.

I promised myself back when I was traveling that I wouldn't stop blogging once I settled back in to one place again. I wrote a couple drafts, but never made it to the publish button. And just as I'm getting ready to hit the road again, here I am.

Let's catch up.

2012 was an interesting transition year for me. I left Buenos Aires in January, visited some of the most amazing places I've ever seen in South America, came back, spent time with family, drove cross country with my brother, did a 2-week freelance stint in Mexico City, then took a freelance gig back in NYC. I packed 2 bags, having no idea how long I would stay, or how I felt about staying. All I knew was that there was a whopping $10 in my bank account, and some minor credit card debt, and it was time to earn some dolla billz.

And so I walked right in, sat right down and got to it. The first days back working didn't even feel that overwhelming. I was used to a life where I was constantly changing and adapting. My brain said, just change and adapt, this is what we're doing now. So adapt I did. I jumped right back into the crazed late night world of mechanical building and deadline chasing. Where phrases like "parallel pathing" and "make the logo bigger" fueled daily conversations. Where we sat in conference rooms and argued about how long is too long for a hashtag. I marveled at how hard people worked, and how little life we saw outside of working hours. And for a while, I remembered that while I wanted to do good work, I did not want to give my life over to a job again. I talked about life balance, and the slippery slope of losing sight of what's important. When they asked me to go full time, I declined. Then they kept asking, and eventually, I said yes. I took a gamble. I thought I was signing up to build something and be a part of the leadership in that something.

And by golly, I fell right back in love with Brooklyn and being back in "the city", and back to all my lovely friends and my social life. My timeline matched up with Matt and Bree's timeline to travel, and I got to live in their AMAZING Williamsburg apartment (ie the best apartment ever). Everything felt so easy. And though we were working hard against insane deadlines and demands, I worked with amazing and smart people, and we had some good fun.

But the truth is, coming back to the "real world" after 2 years away was overwhelming. Being in one place in such a monotonous routine made it feel like a door was somehow closing on the unlimited possibility that I felt I had before me a year ago. (It sounds dramatic, I know). At first I thought I was doing quite well. Then I realized that I was letting the job get to me more than I wanted it to, much like I did before I left in 2010. Though I was spending as much time with friends as possible, I started to become the person who could only talk about how frustrating and absurd things at my job were. Who wants to be that person? I had somehow come to focus everything on my job. I didn't give myself the proper time or acknowledgement that the transition was supposed to be hard. I had just lived out my biggest dream, achieved one of the greatest goals I ever set before myself, spent every day for almost 2 years doing whatever I wanted to do, and going back to normal life was jolting.

I know the quickest way to make something different or better is an immediate shift in attitude.

So I changed my attitude. And in the fall, I tried to go at every day from an angle of positivity. And even if the work was brutal, I went in with a smile and a dance and tried my best to make it fun. I got back to the things I loved outside the office. I went back to yoga, got an indoor climbing membership, started riding my bike again, and finally started some art projects I'd been meaning to do. Things were looking up.

Eventually, living "my way" started to feel more difficult when my priorities didn't line up with my company's. The boat we were trying to float felt more like it was sinking. And it caused major internal chaos. Waking up every morning and literally saying out loud "I can't believe I have to go back there" about your job is a terrible feeling. And unfortunately, a feeling that all too many times, we feel we can never escape.

Luckily, the holidays were approaching. I took some much needed time off and fled to the ones I love. I flew home to Indiana for Christmas with the family. It's the first time in 4 years I've been home for Christmas, and therefore, the first time all the Kraft children (and grandchildren) have been back home in Indiana together in a damn long time. Ma and Pa Kraft were beyond pumped. As my dad would say, it was "Jack City". We spent 5 days eating and playing games and taking naps and laughing. And it was glorious. There is nothing like your family when you are old enough to appreciate how much it means to you. How much it fills you up with warm fuzzies. Ahem, when I say you, I mean me.

After a few days of being big fat lugs, I packed my bags for Florida. Bike & Build does an annual alumni/memorial ride every year between Christmas and New Years. The CWM (Chris Webber Memorial) ride has been an urban legend that I'd only heard of. Being that it was my first year back in the US as an alumni, there was no way I was missing it. So when we got snowed into my mom's house and my flight got cancelled, I rented a car and drove solo the 20ish hours to Orlando. And I had the best week of my life. Bikes and karaoke and shenanigans and theme nights and mic drops and a new signature dance move called choppy-chop-chop, chippy-chop-suey. I went down there knowing 5 people, and left in tears with countless new buddies . People who will be my best friends for life. And I was reminded how amazing the B&B community and spirit is. And how life changing that experience was for me and is for so many others. It was the best way to ring in a new year.

ONE DAY YOU WILL WAKE UP AND THERE WON'T BE ANY MORE TIME TO DO THE THINGS YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED. DO IT NOW.

That was the quote on the back of our CWM shirts. When I came back to New York in the new year, I came back with a whole new mindset. Completely re-energized. I made a New Years Resolution with friends over dinner to live my life in 2013 similar to that of the 2010/2011 years. This does not mean I planned to take off around the world again. It simply meant doing things and living life in a way so that there is a story to it more than "went to work, came home, made dinner, waited for the weekend, and then relaxed". It was about filling my time with the people and things that I love and constantly seeking adventure in every day. I went back to my job, full force into a merger with a clean slate, and a can-do attitude. That lasted for a while. But slowly, it started to eat my soul. (dramatics again) Everyone kept telling me that Rome wasn't built in a day, and we had to have patience with the process. But I realized, finally, what I maybe knew all along. That this particular situation was not my Rome. That it was not going to ever make my heart sing. So the difficulty of it would never be worth it to me. And the longer I spent pretending it would, the longer it would keep me from something that might.

Sometimes I think we're programmed to believe that we can't change our circumstances. I've tried to teach myself that I can. So I did. And for the first time in my life, against everything my dad ever told me to do, I quit my job without a plan. And it felt scary, but the alternative that I would just keep trying to make it work when I knew it wouldn't, and end up still sitting in the same spot 10 years down the road was scarier. That's not good enough for me. Luckily, I'm in a place where I can make that move without too much fear. I have money saved, I have no apartment, no car, no mortgage, no husband, no kids, etc. There was no reason for me to stay any longer.

I decided to take the month of March off, to get some space before I started looking to make my next move. I wanted to start reaching out through other channels to see if there was something I could find that would stir up some passion in me. Some people know without a doubt what they want to do when they "grow up". They have a certainty of exactly where they're supposed to be job wise, and they're extremely fulfilled by what they do. Somehow the world makes us feel like EVERYONE has or should have that. Some of us aren't so lucky. When people ask me, "if money was no object, and you could do whatever you wanted, what would your dream job be?", I shrug my shoulders, and in extreme situations, start sucking my thumb and get on the floor in the fetal position. There are a lot of things I'd like to do, but I need to take time to really think about what the answer to that question is, and then start trying to figure out how to get there. It's a lot of trial and error.

So that's what I was going to do. Take some time to really search out and explore another avenue. But like most "plans", that one blew up when I got a surprise phone call from the Bike & Build office. A leader had stepped down. They needed another one. Would I be interested in the position? Of course the immediate reaction was, "are you fucking kidding me? Is this a joke?". She wasn't, and it wasn't. The second reaction was, "of course I want to do it". And the third was, "wait, my plan. my non-plan plan. Can I have a few days to think about it?". So I started to think. I talked it out with my close peeps. And then I realized that the only reasons I could think of not to do it were really adult reasons, and well, I'm not 100% of the way to that whole adult thing yet. The realizations were flooding in. I'm passionate about Bike & Build. I love bikes. I would get to lead another amazing group of passionate adults across the country again in support of a great cause. I could spend every day outside instead of freelancing in air conditioned offices bitching about how I couldn't be outside all summer and didn't know what I wanted to be when I grow up. It's kind of a no-brainer. So I called Natalie back within two hours and accepted, and now I'm gearing up. Nothing is an accident.

A month and a half ago I was talking about all the things I would do during my "unemployment". And now I'm about a week shy of leaving New York again, and I'm wondering where the fuck all that time went. Not because I regret how I've spent it, but it's just kind of crazy how fast time moves sometimes. Except if you're waiting for that boy/girl to call you, to find out if you got a job, or waiting for that long weekend to come, then it moves SO SLOW. It's been a damn good 6 weeks. I've had time to go to yoga every morning, to have leisurely coffee on my back porch, to catch up with my good friends, to ride bikes, to plan and coordinate for the summer, to think, to actually do my Portuguese homework, to explore a little bit what I want to do next, to be a tourist in my own city and to be reminded of why I love this place so damn much. It's been splendid. And even in the panicked moments when someone asks me if I'll come back to NYC in the fall, or what I think will be next, I calm down, and I know it'll all work out. I have to believe that, even when I have no idea what's coming my way.

I'm happy that I've had the space and time away from the job. I'm happy that I'm going to ride bikes across the country again. I'm happy that Bike & Build makes me so happy. I'm sad to leave New York. I'm sad to miss New York summer. But you can't have it ALL, and if there's one thing I've learned, it's that New York will always be here and that things don't change THAT MUCH. I'm so thankful for my friends and family near and far who have supported me over the last year. And even though there have been some ups and downs, I don't regret a single moment of it. Cause damn, boys and girls, I've learned a hell of a lot about myself and about life.

So next week I pick up my traveling shoes again (and my bike shoes and my favorite chaco sandals). And here's roughly what the summer looks like. Leave NYC May 2. Solo road trip home to Indiana to see my family (all 3 siblings home within a 6 month period!!). Jaunt up to Philly around the 8th. Van and trailer road trip with Natalie to Jacksonville (hopefully with more than 24 hours to spare). Arrive Jacksonville May 13 for leader orientation. Riders on the 16th. Start riding May 18. Ride the southern US, building houses, having dance parties, and eating mass amounts of PB&J sandwiches, ice cream every day. Arrive in Monterey Aug 4. Celebrate good times. Spend month of August bumming around the west coast with Natalie. Elongate this having time to travel thing as long as possible. Road trip back to the East coast in Sept. Have a birthday. See what's next. Settle in somewhere "permanently".

Goal is to get this blog back up and running regularly so I don't have to write mini novels every time. And I'll post mail drop information so you can send me awesome presents on the road.


Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Continuance of the Good Life - Location US of A

Man, how have any of you gotten along without my blog and stories of my adventures for almost one whole month?!

It has been a doozy this last month de vuelta in the US. Unexpected adventures at every turn. I had been uploading photos to do singular posts of each experience and adventure, but I don't feel like backdating blog posts. So here's a jam packed update with mad photos of the shenanigans of the last month. 

I arrived to Orlando to be greeted in the line for immigration by a video photo montage. I was spooked/delighted when Neal Arthur and Kelly Dage's faces appeared on screen. It was like a welcome home from a personal W+K committee. Was big brother watching? 

First stop was Miami, to see mi hermana and my two beautiful nieces. One of whom was fresh out of the womb when I left 15.5 months earlier. Never a dull moment. As my sister had a lot of time off work, our week was filled with plans of lounging on the beach. Then Cam busted her head open, and those plans quickly turned to emergency room visits and lots of indoor movie watching and reminders for Cameron not to move. 16 stitches, and she couldn't seem to remember that running was not an option. Invincible that one. Cam has grown up more than I can explain, and is also now an amazing big sister. And though Bells took a bit of time to warm up to her Aunt Kelly, by the time I left Miami, it was me she was calling for when she woke up from her naps. 

After a week hanging with the girls, I boarded a plane to San Francisco. On my connecting flight from Dallas, I got in my first fight at 30,000 feet. After several unsuccessful tries at reclining my window seat for a little nap, I turned around to find that the person I thought was a bratty 2-year-old kicking my chair and jolting me upright after each try was actually a 55-ish-year-old woman who seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Let's just say the flight attendant was called, and when he instructed her to let me recline my seat her response was "over my dead body", I gave up the fight. I wasn't interested in sitting with my hands cuffed behind me with the flight mashal for the remainder of the journey. But I believe I won when 30 minutes later I jammed the seat back supporting my seat on the tray table, making it impossible for her to move me forward again. It's the small stuff. 

I spent 4 days in Berkeley/San Fran, where I had a full-day group interview for what could have been my dream job. But I didn't get that dream job, which means there's something else out there. I got over it after a few days. Then I flew to Alabama, where a handsome young Air Force Officer picked me up from the airport. We set off from Indiana in Michael's new fuel-efficient Xterra, sing-a-longing the whole way west. We made overnight stops in Lawrence, KS, Denver, CO, and St. George, UT, with a 2-hour stop in Las Vegas so Michael could play the slots for the first time. He dropped me in LA before heading on to the AF base. 

Thankfully Jerome put me up on his air mattress with short notice. And I was ecstatic when I realized he lived 2 blocks from the beach. I spent the week in LA practicing my surfing skills, which are still mediocre, doing yoga, and figuring out how LA works. Seemed I was there at the right moment, as I got to reunite with a boat load of W+K peeps, and the fun just kept coming. Michael says I should get a reality TV show on how to keep doing awesomely cool stuff without having to spend very much money. I try to tell him it's all in who you know. Thanks peeps. After checking out LA and deciding I would definitely consider living that close to the beach (cause LA is not just The Real Housewives and Hollywood, who knew!?), I flew back to Indy. And here I am. For now.

This week is down time. Cause I lead this really difficult and stressful life, right? I unpacked some stuff, organized my room, so it's like I have a real home now. Except that home is my dad's house and I'm 30. NBD. And Friday morning I fly to NYC for a week of catching up with my NYC homies. Then next weekend, I fly to Mexico City. I know, you thought I was out of money, right? Well, I am. But I have this really awesome experience. My friend Erin has a corporate meeting in Mexico City for 2 weeks in May. And she needs a Spanish-speaking TD on-site for that time. So I am getting paid to go to Mexico City for 2 weeks to speak Spanish and organize stuff. Can I get that as a full-time gig, please? 

So that's what's happening in a nut shell. And what's coming after Mexico City, I have no idea. Maybe that's when I'll have to start getting serious about job searching and the "next steps" of my life. But I'm just hoping that much like the last few weeks have played out, my life will just continue así. I did get a new cell phone. Simple stuff, just texting and calling. Figured it's hard to apply for jobs and ask recruiters to just look me up on Facebook. Baby steps. Really waiting for that call from God to tell me what's next. Keep you posted. For now, hit me up with any ridiculously good offers.

Welcome to Miami - Hermanas
Cam in her school uniform pre-head-splitting
not everyone looks sooo good in the AM - this is right after cam said, "umm sorry Aunt Kelly, but your breath stinks"
Bella - this girl LOVES her shoes
all day long
Love her
cam and her stitches. and her blue pancake, also with stitches
still love those leisurely mornings
hermanas
view from jess' coast guard spot
lunch by the beach
lauren came to visit. it rained. really hard.
so hard that we had to drive home in our swim suits after stripping down on the side walk. this did not seem normal when we got to the suburbs and it was sunny again.
hiding in the cabinets. this child has no need for traditional toys.
we got to go out on the coast guard boat
jess leading the way
coast guard cutter
she was a little nervous
nbd
i'm on a boat
sunny days
racist surprise party

complete with piñatas
cam making it happen
tu-tu
at the pool
my creepy motel in berkeley
san fran
fortune cookie factory - where i went when i found out i didn't get the job, and again had no life plan. fortune cookies did not help. i am still planless.
playing easter bunny in a hotel room in alabama
so happy the bunny found them
chocolate lipstick
uncle michael
just reading
alabama asado a la pete kraft
it's business time - tiger room
 not michael's dorm room
kind of a big deal
reunited after 3 years. ridiculous.
my lil bro
getting ready at 5am
losing her shit. literally.
berenstein bears.
getting sworn in
hippie pinning
pinned up
sibling salute
my military siblings. so dang proud.
this lady fit right in to the mania
i think that's pretty accurate pinning for having no advance notice, don't you?
the little man in front of us was SLEEPY
one of these things is not like the others
he's all growed up
jess and the girls
impromptu dance party
cam showing her new roly poly friends
if only adult friendship was as easy as cam's friendships
i-d-a-bella
parade
salutes
where's michael?
oath or swearing something
hats off, they've done it.
it's official
cam and me
chap stick and real southern food
road tripping back to Indy
visit with Trac and Ash
on the road again
weigh station
VS
visiting lauren - don't go more than 20 over
storms a-brewin
denver
sam showing us the denver night life
epic burgers
those krafts, they're pretty good looking!
sam and michael
somehow the ny times costs $6.50. what? thankful michael could spare the change.
and then there was snow
and we bought a WHOLE pack of cookies for $2 from the vending machine. Thanks Utah.

Pop-Pop?
STOP looking at me SWAN
michael trying to make it big
not a lot of people
see the humor or fun in flat escalator dancing
roller coaster snaps
yep. that's the view.
romey rome waxing up the board
santa monica