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The Comfort of Home
Until this evening, I spent New Year’s Day in internet silence; and except for a run in the park, I stayed inside. I love inside. I love home. I love my stuff. So in honor of all those warm and materialistic feelings, here is a flashback to January 15, 2018:
It’s happening now. Now! The Container Store came through with a design. The parts have been delivered, and installation will be complete in an hour or so. I’m stoked, but my energy is useless. I’m sitting on the couch just staying out of the way until I can jump into my favorite pastime: organizing.
We came to New York with suitcases and had the luxury of living in a furnished apartment with all the essentials. For everything else, we were creative. I would vacuum the entire apartment with a dust buster. Instead of a ladle, we used a measuring cup, and who needs square baking sheets when your pizza can just hang off the edge of a rectangle baking sheet? I had forgotten ever having more than four sweaters or jewelry beyond pearl earrings. Finally, we made our official move of household and personal items over Christmas break.
On Christmas Eve, we packed and repacked our storage unit in South Carolina to pull only the things we could cram into a studio apartment without going crazy. After the tour d’family in Greenville, Knoxville, and Norris Lake, we rented a Penske truck (we’d recommend them!), and made the haul back to New York with Adam’s parents. Keith and Deborah were lovingly, patiently, and prayerfully by our side every step of the way.
The road trip was easy, free of complication, and damn near enjoyable. As Deborah would say, “Isn’t I-81 just beautiful!” The drive into the city was the same. We landed the ideal parking spot for our movers, and then they came early. The rental truck was returned, and all of our things were under roof by 6:00 pm. I attribute our logistical success in part to my superb planning, but mostly to Deborah and Keith’s presence who have a direct line to God. #PTL
It felt amazing, but it was also a disaster. With only a barely distinguishable pathway in between boxes from one end of the apartment to the other, we slept in a hotel nearby and woke up to snow on Saturday. Perfect weather for unpacking. After trips and repeat trips to Bed Bath and Beyond, Home Depot, and Goodwill, I was beginning to see light at then end of the tunnel, or just light in the apartment in general, as box after box was unpacked, and victory was declared after each piece of flattened cardboard.
Deborah tackled the kitchen, the boys put holes in walls, and I was focused on making sense of our closet. Twelve feet wide, there was only one rod and one shelf. ‘Twas an unfortunate waste of precious New York storage space. But then, I was nearly finished with it, when it decided it was finished with me. On New Year’s Eve, when everyone else was living it up, that one rod and one shelf became completely unhinged, and my closet fell.
This put a hard stop to all progress, and for the next two weeks, our things existed in piles lining the permitter of the apartment and covering all horizontal surfaces available. It was chaos, but what can you do? It took all of that time to get the appropriate approvals, design, and installation of a new closet.
This brings me to that glorious now moment. Now, my things have a place, and I will be able to see them. I am over the moon for double hanging rods, drawers, and shelfs. Getting dressed no longer has to feel like a chore. While I am aware these are first-world problems, I am also reminded of the power of organization to liberate the mind.
With a functioning closet, we will be able to tackle the other things, the fun things, the pretty things. But if I have a thing, it better be functional and/or meaningful. (Beautiful alone no longer makes the cut when existing in 500 square feet.) Between books, wedding photos, corals, and candles, I have surprised myself at how happy it has made me to nest, with Adam, for the first time. I feel like a more complete version of myself. Knowing that I have a happy space to call home, I feel free to brave the great outdoors, and most notably, I feel at rest.
So there’s that. Anaïs Nin said, “I write to taste life twice,” and at the turn of a new year, I think it’s especially appropriate to reflect on times gone by and aspirations for the future. One year later, I find myself loving the comfort of home and my petite space more than ever. Adam is away on travel, and while of course I miss him, the time alone is precious to my introverted soul. I feel grateful for this peaceful start to the New Year, and am hopeful for the opportunities that lie ahead, above and beyond this apartment.
Happy 2019!
I love my problems!
I have latched on to a new theory, borrowed from an idea in the book ‘The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F***’. Catchy, right? It is this: Life is a series of problems.
Wait, it gets better.
We spin our wheels working to graduate from one hierarchy of problems to the next. As soon as we conquer one set of problems, another begins. Hopefully, our new problems aren’t as bad as the old ones, but they’re still our own. So we fixate on them just the same.
Walking on rocks in stilettos is hard.
Think about the approach to food by different economic classes. At the lowest level, people worry if they they will eat. Take a step up and the poor worry about quantity. Will there be enough?
The middle class is fixated on quality. Is it good? It’s the friend who invites you over for dinner, but you can’t get a word in around the self-deprecating critiques of the meal. Too much salt. Not enough salt. (I don’t cook so I literally can’t think of ANY OTHER spice that could make or break a meal….pepper?) Meanwhile, it never occurs to either of you that there might not be enough to go around.
Beyond the middle class, people are concerned with preparation and presentation. Is my food pretty? How many Michelin stars does the chef have? Would this look good on my brunch spread? #Insta #postIt! #avacadotoast #whitegirlseverywhere True #firstworldproblems
We will never top these Christmas card photos.
Switch gears and look at the mother of all problems—relationships. Relationship problems evolve with time. Growing up as the oldest/rightest child, I struggled, (still struggle?…) to find balance between being sister and third parent, because they always reaalllly wanted to hear my guiding-light, words of wisdom…. As a young adult, we have single-people problems. How to choose between all the boys? or Where are all the men? It’s tough. When Adam convinced me to spend forever with him, we were living coast to coast and dealt with long-distance problems. Now worse and three years into this thing, we’re dealing with—living together in a New York studio—problems. It’s not natural for two humans to share such close confines, but the miracle is that I still love him. One day, God-willing, we’ll have crying-baby, dirty-diaper, never-sleeping problems. Oh boy. I can’t wait for all of that.
I’m not being negative. Au contraire. If life is a reflection of the choices that we make, we also choose our problems. With this perspective, I often talk to myself (as one does) and say things like, I love my problems! With each new layer, people experience major gains in the overall quality of life. If you’re doing it right, your problems will become hipper and happier. Most reading this blog are already at #avacadotoast and—which Christmas card photo makes me, I mean, my family look the best?—problems.
This world of problems is less like a revolving door and more like climbing a never-ending staircase. Every once in a while, remind yourself why you’re climbing, and look back at the problems in your wake. They have been training you for your today problems. Realize they’re never going away, and they become bearable. You might even learn to love them.
But hey, I love our problems!
It is happenstance that I’m posting this on our third anniversary, but I kind of like it. We don’t pretend to have anything figured out. We just hope to be mindful of our choices, and continue growing and graduating from one set of problems to the next.
26.3 miles would be crazy
On Sunday, my dad, brother, and I ran the Marine Corps Marathon (MCM) in Washington, DC, and spent much of the afternoon post-run recounting signs that we saw on the road. My favorite: Good thing it’s not 26.3 miles. That would be crazy!
This was a first for me and a significant cross off my bucket list. Of all the runners that I know, I am the worst. I look like I should be fast, but looks are deceiving. When we ran a half-marathon in Montreal in September, I wore purple spandex and the same cropped tank I wore for the marathon. Adam rightly called me out and said, “Girlllll, you better be pushing six minute miles looking like that.” If only. What about boyyyyy, #thehairofajp looks like a mushroom. So there.
Montreal Rock ‘n’ Roll half-marathon – 30th birthday surprise – September 24, 2017
My comfortable pace during the marathon was 10.30. All runners under the age of 60 are like Oh damn…. So yeah, it’s nice when you’re covering a distance for the first time and your PR is guaranteed. Timing was not my concern. Finishing was. Trust me when I say that if I can do it, YOU CAN TOO!
The night before the marathon, we attended the MCM sponsored carbo load dinner with guest speaker, Michael Wardian. He is the crazy person who completed 7 marathons, on 7 continents, in 7 days. In his effort to motivate us for the 26.2 miles that loomed ahead, he said that the run was really just a celebration. A CELEBRATION.
Dear Michael, I know we don’t know each other, but running a marathon is not how I celebrate.
This reminds me of another sign that I liked: Run now, WINE later. This sign gets me. But fine, I get your point Michael, and I admit that after having 4+ hours to think about your point during my “celebration”, I also like it. As I crossed the starting line, I realized that this was it. At the end of this run, and after two knee surgeries and several failed attempts at training for this feat, I will have accomplished something I once thought inconceivable. Getting to the starting line was the hard part. Now we run, eh hem, celebrate to the finish.
Running a marathon is no longer unique. What is interesting is why people run. To me, it was a mental barrier to break down, and honestly, it feels amazing to know that my little legs can make it, in some form or fashion, albeit how ever slow. 26.2 miles, and even 26.3 miles no longer seem crazy. This will be music to Dad’s ears, as he is already hot on planning the next one.
Christmas Letter 2016
In February of 2017. Yes, yes, I know I’m late.
All the noise of 2017 is making it hard to remember 2016, but that’s what I get for procrastinating. Here’s a consolidated reflection on 2016, and a glimpse of what 2017 may (or may not) look like for us. The adventure continues!
This time last year, I was launching Venue at Postcard from Paris while Adam decided his startup T.I.E., (Time Is Everything), is not in fact, how he wanted to spend his time.
The irony.
This epiphany sent us spiraling into a year of self-discovery, and honestly, it was hard. Getting a job was Adam’s full time job, and my day to day routine often left me wanting. But over and over again, we were incredibly blessed by family and friends, and we have a solid highlight reel to show for it.
In April, I joined Kelly, her parents, Anna and Bradley in The Exumas where I ate conch salad and fed stingrays au natural in the clearest water in the world, according to Neil Armstrong. We went island hopping, free diving, and cave exploring. Never mind the time we ran over the dinghy, Kelly Beasley can fix all things. It was a complete dream.
In June, the women in my family met for our first annual girls weekend – an extended-stay therapy session where we spent copious amounts of time in matching robes and monogrammed wine glasses, as we do. Our Moms wrote us beautiful and touching letters. At the end of the trip Mom had to get it off her chest and confided to me, “It is possible that I don’t love you as much as Elizabethann and Ellen love their girls.” LOL. Canda, a thinker, not a feeler, pulls no punches, and for that I love her and her realness so.
In August, I went to Paris, my favorite city on the planet. Anna Marie was finishing her summer abroad, and we spent four blissful days strolling the Seine, pausing for picnics, wandering the towers of Notre Dame, and musing like Rodin. Yes, it was as dreamy as all that, but the real gift was being with Anna Marie, just the two of us, as sisters and adults, for the first time.
Adam joined us for a few days before jetting over to La Spezia, Italy to visit the Reardons. I have new respect for Aperol and trofie pasta, and my old obsession with the Reardon children was reborn.
In September, I spent my birthday week with my Mom in Coeur D’Alene, Idaho, of all places. Kristen said, “I didn’t know people lived in Idaho”. I think the people of Idaho (Idahoans?) would like to keep it that way. It’s their best kept secret.
In November, Grandma Betty took what will most likely be her last trip to San Diego where we spent Thanksgiving on the beach and celebrated my cousin Michelle getting married to Jack. Adam was really aggressive on the dance floor.
But most significantly, drumroll please….
In October, I fulfilled a longtime dream, and Adam and I moved to New York City.
Looking back at the year, I laugh. We started 2016 in Selma, South Carolina at an Air BnB to unplug and re-focus on our goals. We ended 2016 in a sublet in the Upper East Side, and have since ‘lived’ in Airbnbs in the Financial District and West Village. I feel like it counts as an official move when you have no other place you call home. Last week, we moved into our first lease after 2+ years of marriage. Adam’s retort? “This is what makes me unique.” Now we both laugh.
Adam is particularly focused on his personal uniqueness these days as he wrote and rewrote graduate school essays. Here’s a little peak and what I believe is a great consolidation of our married life so far, as well as the latest on Adam.
Since leaving the Navy, instead of seeking conventional jobs that would provide predictable paychecks, I have pursued opportunities that have piqued personal and professional interests. While exploring some of these experiences has come at personal sacrifice, they have collectively expanded my intellectual diversity and professional skills. My career is at a natural inflection point where I am prepared to learn management and business skills as part of a formal education.
So there. We left Greenville for the big city in October. Adam took an opportunity for an 8 week internship at a world-class financial firm and has leveraged that into a 9 month position. This fall, he’ll attend business school, unless of course, he doesn’t. We like to keep our options open.
People often ask, “How is he?”, and I am reminded of a quote from the broadway production, Holiday Inn that I had the pleasure of seeing with Erika and Emily in December.
“Now and then it’s good to pause our pursuit of happiness,
and just be happy.”
The pursuit of happiness in New York City is a grind. Adam works a lot, (like everyone else here) and while the city is not an easy place to live, it’s where we believe we can best pursue our happiness while also finding a million ways to just be happy.
Since arriving in New York, I began working on Your Sequel, a non-profit founded by a recent veteran, new friend, and current luminary, Brooke. Last month we rolled out our mentorship platform where we’re connecting female veterans to female rockstars in every industry. The goal is to help women make informed decisions about their transition, resulting in happier veterans and longer lasting company hires. I wrote about it more here but in sum, I feel connected to our mission and passionate about our project. A total win.
Adam started a new position at his firm this week, where he will work with excel less and people more. Don’t you know – he’s thrilled about that. I am pursuing full-time (aka paid) opportunities in both international relations and consulting, and as per usual, we’re accepting all prayers on our behalf as we head into the New Year – can you still say ‘New Year’ in February?
- Photo: Chris Isham
Regardless, 2017 is another where we have no idea where we will be when it ends, but we wouldn’t have it any other way. We feel at peace where we are now, as we continue our pursuit of happiness, stopping often to just be happy.
Happy New, February!
Two Years enroute to Mars
Today is our second anniversary, and we find ourselves newly planted in New York City. For me, being here is an actualization of a dream since I was in high school. For him, the city is a perfect fit for his career aspirations. For both of us, it’s a new chapter. This city is bursting at the seams with opportunity. We feel we’re in the right place at the right time to push each other towards our best selves while enjoying the perks of the world’s best food and drink, entertainment, museums, and art.
Two years ago, New York was nowhere in sight. We were headed for the hills in North Dakota. Four months later, we woke up in South Carolina with our future plans at ground zero. We fell into a bit of a mid-20s crisis.
In response, I worked at an interior design firm, indulging in my creative interests, while Adam soul-searched. I know it was unconventional – working while Adam frequented coffee shops, went on lunch dates galore, and attended “cigar therapy”. It seems even odder now as I write it, but I fully supported Adam’s quest to determine his best path forward. I knew that every latté was one conversation closer to clarifying his vision, and it has already paid dividends. Against all odds, Adam was offered an opportunity with a finance firm to acquire invaluable skills not yet in his portfolio. I’m uber proud of him, and we are elated to be here.
We’re elated, but we’re not naive to the challenges that follow transplants from sweet, small towns like Greenville, SC to the big city. Rather, I should say we’re elated and mindful of the tasks at hand. Everyone made it clear that New York would be expensive, inconvenient, frigid in the winter, sweltering in the summer, and then more expensive again. After two weeks adjusting to the city’s quirks, we set our budget and confirmed that all you people are right! However! The money that we have or don’t have now is not nearly as relevant as to the reason why we are here. As much as we love to wine and dine, we moved in order to learn and grow. Money can come later. Security can come later. We are currently in a short term, sublet lease, and while we literally have no idea where we’ll be living in two months, (in returning to our theme) I feel we are more unencumbered than ever.
Adam started work on Monday two weeks ago. One day and 100 lbs of luggage later, I joined him. Hamilton and Taylor Swift’s “Welcome to New York” played on repeat during my flight while I stared out the window. Feeling determined to not throw away my shot and giddy with excitement for bright lights (but they’ll never blind me), a million sporadic thoughts swirled through my head. Then it hit me.
This is why I married him. I paused and allowed a moment to let it sink in. I couldn’t help but smile. I love him so much, because he doesn’t shy away from risks and because he mindfully pushes himself and those around him to break boundaries, be better, explore more, and achieve more. For all these reasons, I love him and am just as thrilled to do life with him today as I was two years ago.
When I said I would follow him to the moon, he asked me if I really wanted to go to the moon.
“Yes!”
In true Adam fashion, he responded,
“Yeah… but what about Mars?”
Happy Anniversary Baby! #bestpowellsforlife Today and forever and all the way to Mars.
The Fathers Who Are More
In my haste to find the perfect Father’s Day card at the last minute this morning, I went to CVS and read every card still in the stands. Struck by the quips and cartoons, I found that the messages on most covers relegated Dads to stereotypes and a basal list of responsibilities. If taken as true, what I was left to believe about Dads from my morning at CVS was this…
- Dads mow grass.
- Dads fire up the grill.
- Dads like power tools and muscle cars.
- Dads love dogs.
- Dads are really happy when they have control of the TV remote.
- Dads are even happier if they can drink beer and have control of the remote.
- Dads are happiest though, if you let them nap and do nothing.
- Dads really like to nap.
Sure, there are the sentimental cards with less satire and more cursive, but in my humble opinion, most are full of fluff and void of sincerity.
No card seemed worthy, because what I believe about a Father’s significance is so much more. Their value extends beyond any honey-do list, and their identity cannot be summed up in their hobbies. From a lucky daughter’s perspective, their role is vital to happy families and healthy communities.
If I should start writing cards, I would celebrate these messages.
- Dads are heroes.
- Dads laugh with their kids and make their kids laugh.
- Dads are continually learning.
- Dads make sacrifices for their children.
- Dads ensure their kids know that they are beautiful, handsome, capable, treasured.
- Dads make their kids believe that the world is their oyster.
- Dads are leaders in their families.
- Dads teach their kids to dream. Nothing is impossible to Dads.
- Dads take their kids on adventures and make adventures out of the ordinary.
- Dads enjoy life and living it well with their family.
I have a book in my head about a Father’s role, specifically the one they play to their daughters, but today I just want to say Happy Father’s Day to the heroes out there.
I hope you felt celebrated while sipping your drinks of choice and enjoying your favorite pastimes, but we celebrate you for being more. Never underestimate your value to your children. You are irreplaceable.
Happy Father’s Day.
Why It’s Been 8 Months Since I’ve Posted
When I started Living Unencumbered in April 2015, I made the tag line: Building a Life with Freedom.
I laugh at that a bit now. Freedom is what we had and determined to protect, but as the months passed, what we were missing more than freedom and free time was purpose. It is purpose that we craved, purpose in our desire to contribute to a greater good or affect an exponential number of people.
In our first post, we defined Living Unencumbered as eliminating the superfluous things that prevent you from dreaming of what you want to do and doing what you dream. That’s still pretty good actually, but after a year since the blog’s creation, my wiser self would emphasize the need for purpose. Today I define Living Unencumbered as the freedom to pursue your purpose, as opposed to merely reacting to the conditions and circumstances the world gives you. The truest freedom lies in our ability to pursue purposes that bring joy and ultimately, satisfaction.
I stopped writing because I lost purpose, or rather lacked purpose from the start. The prospect of rebuilding a life is entertaining, but when life became monotonous and routine, I didn’t feel I had anything noteworthy share. So while I could have written about mundane updates on our life in the meantime, after belaboring our sob story, I was waiting for that piece of news that said, “Everything is working out!” I was expecting it.
Living Unencumbered was inspired by life-changing circumstances, but every post does not need to deliver life changing news in order be engaging. While my story will always influence my writing, I don’t always have to be the subject. This is a huge relief.
So moving forward, I will write with new purpose. I will write with a unique perspective, about observations of life during our adventures and pursuit of purpose. I will write to share small victories and lessons learned along the way. I look forward to sharing my thoughts about the world just as effectively as sharing news of my world. As long as I am challenging myself, I believe that I will have some words, of some value, to someone, somewhere.
So thank you to those who have asked where I’ve been. I have been so encouraged by your interest, and look forward to continuing the conversation.
