LOFB - NoaI think I’m hard as fuck.

I wear a lot of black. Mostly all black. I have knee-high combat boots and lots of things with spikes on them. I learned how to fight, and for a long time, that was my whole job. My everyday language is mostly cursing. I don’t mind walking around at night alone.

Today, I cried when my cat put his paws on my chest and put his nose on mine. If someone offered me a chance to be a princess, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I got scared the other day because I kept hearing something in my room at night and turns out it was my breathing.

I am a tiny, black-and-spike clad marshmallow.

I’m a fucking mess 100% of the time.

It’s really easy to divide yourself down hard lines. I am ________. I am never ________. I feel _______  about _______ always. I never do _________.

That sucks, because the world isn’t like that. Nothing is black and white. Nothing is so easily divided right down the middle into this and that. If we do that to ourselves, we’re fucking ourselves out of potential growth, and love, and experiences.

It comes down to listening to your gut, listening to what your inner voice (or goddess, if you like motherfucking 50 Shades in which case STOP READING WHY ARE YOU HERE) has to say to you. I may be dressed like I’m about to fight a bitch in a back alley, but if I see a really cute dog, I will lay on the ground and let him lick my face. I see myself as fearless, but I will readily admit when I am afraid because it is the lack of acknowledgement that makes you fearful, unable to push forward.

Damn that voice that divides you.

Damn those people who divide you.

Do you. Whatever that means. Be a knitting cage-fighter. Be a stay-at-home mom who shoots guns on the weekends. Be a punk-rocker who just fucking loves making lace so much.

Damn what society says.

Do you.

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I am a HUGE fan of OK Go’s videos. The best ones are single-shot, zany, energetic, and wildly entertaining, and I generally watch them mouth agape several times over. If you ever need a quick shot of happy, just look them up on YouTube.

It just so happens that this one ties closely to how crazy and unbalanced life feels right now.

Here It Goes Again
Just when you think you’re in control
Just when you think you’ve got a hold
Just when you get on a roll
Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again
Oh, here it goes again
I shoulda known, shoulda known, shoulda known again
But here it goes again

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Dawn LOFB BadgeI am, quite literally, out of balance.

I’ve been on two cruises in my life.   The first was almost 10 years ago, and after that cruise, I swore I would not cruise again because I suffered from mal de debarquement syndrome, which causes the sensation of being on a bobbing boat long after one has exited the actual boat.  If it were accompanied by on-demand drinks with rum and little umbrellas, I might be more willing to endure it.  Sadly, no.  As someone with a (formerly) excellent sense of balance and a fondness for dancing and yoga, this constant swaying was a bit of a shock.  It was intense for several months and, although it got better, I never fully regained my balance.  Declaration made: no more cruises.

Until this past August.  When we went on an Alaskan cruise with my parents.

Now, everything in my world moves.  The sensation is always there, to a greater or lesser degree, rocking my world and not in an “oh baby” way.  The motion is made worse by a variety of factors: walking down a hallway, climbing a ladder, working at a computer for long hours, stress.

Stress.  Of which I have plenty at the moment.  All I have to do is turn on a TV or log into a computer and I find something to be stressed about.

I have a long history of vacillating between being informed as to what’s going on in the world and hiding from it with fingers stuck firmly in my ears singing (of late) Pharrell Willliams’ “Happy” at the top of my lungs and out of key.  I’ve become obsessed with a number of current issues: abuse of women and children everywhere from the NFL to Nigeria, the humanitarian crisis caused by the Ebola outbreak in West Africa, #GamerGate, the seemingly constant political attacks on women’s rights, and homophobia (we need a new word – it’s not fear, it’s hate).  I’ve never been able to master the art of engaging in a situation without being accosted by the emotions that accompany it, which results in a Battle of the Stars level tug-of-war relationship with everything around me.  I want to affect the world, and when I can’t, I’m miserable.  I want to be informed, but I want to live a happy life.  I feel alllllllllll the feelings, and I feel them deeply, and they build to a cacophonous choir of fury and frustration that drives me to want to huddle in my bed, my rocking, swaying, bobbing bed, until the world comes to an end.  With all the hate in the world right now, that’s where we’re headed, right?


But then… I think of my mom and dad.  My mom and dad, who asked us to join them on an Alaskan cruise for their 50th wedding anniversary. FIFTY YEARS, PEOPLE!  Good goddamn that’s a long time.  They’re still a cute couple, they steal kisses and slap each other on the ass, and I have it on good authority that my dad takes Viagra.  I hope to god that Glenn and I are that close and frisky at 50 years.  If we’re still alive.

So I think of their 50 years.  And their struggles to raise two kids… two imperfect, demanding, frustrating kids who are both broken in our own ways.  I think of their affectionate bickering, and their mutual support, and most of all, their love.  And I think… the world may be spinning out of control, but all hope is not lost, right?


Just a little balance is all I’m asking for.


I spend approximately 90% of my time thinking, “What the hell is going on?”

I’m Kurt Russell from Big Trouble In Little China.

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This doesn’t work well for me, considering I’m all the Type A you’ve ever met. I have a three-ring binder planner that I love just so much. I can’t sit still for the lack of getting something, anything, done. I am chaos in airports because that is the only place in the world so perfectly ill-planned and timed hooooly shit what the fuck are airports even doing?

LOFB - NoaThis also doesn’t work all that well because I’m an improvisor. Every week I walk out on stage not knowing what’s about to happen and leaving my life in the hands of my team. Every week I coach others on how to do the same.

I love organization. I love bailing head-first into things that scare me. I love well-planned days. I love volunteering for projects and jobs I don’t have any clue how to do.  I love deadlines and completed work. I LOVE working under pressure, especially when that deadline looks like it’s not going to be met unless I give it all I’ve got.

I am not a well-balanced person.

These incredibly contradictory values of mine causes me a good deal of stress.

Sometimes I get down on myself about these values. I think I’m weird, abnormal, that there’s something broken inside of me.

The truth of the matter is that we are all this way. Life is constantly in flux, and so are we. We’re all weird. We’re all really abnormal and screwy and we love contradictory things. We are a mess.

We are such a fucking mess.

When we fight ourselves, when we feel like some tendency of ourselves is wrong or weird or awful, we lose our way. We lose the perfect messes that we are. We lose ourselves in fear of who we really are.

This month’s theme is balancing act. We all need to learn a little more about balancing our lives out so we can live in that flux without it upending everything we are. If we are out of balance with ourselves, we’re gonna be victim to things that could help us, could expand our world.

Think about your life. Think about what you’re fighting, and why. Does it need to go? Do you need to embrace it?

Learn to live with who you are. Learn to live with it, and you’ll learn to love it.

It’s been a tough month.

Let’s dance that shit out.