Blind Spots



We all have blind spots and gaps in our knowledge. Ideally, you find a friend group and/or a partner who can help you fill those gaps in order to get a more complete and accurate version of the world. 

Life Sampling is about trying something you have never tried before to see if it ignites a passion or curiosity within you. Sampling Life allows you to connect with yourself and what you need, and refines how you want to interact with the world around you. 

Part of the theory of Racial Honesty that I follow sometimes entails holding a mirror up to someone so that they can see their blind spot. You are helping them see. To me, this should not be considered criticism, but rather a caring thing to do for someone out of love. 

You want to see the best versions of them, and you want them to see the best versions of themselves as well. You want them to act like they deserve the best, because you want to see them thrive. 

As someone who is deeply affected by criticisms and simultaneously detests hypocrisy, I try very hard to be self-reflective, so I can spot any previously unnoticed hypocrisies I may have committed. My sister once told me, "When you point a finger at someone, you have three pointing back at you. You tend to recognize things in others that you dislike in yourself." 

Or, as John from The Good Place would say, "If you spot it, ya got it!" 


Admitting you know nothing can be more powerful than trying to convince others you know everything. I admit that I am fallible, I am human, I make mistakes, and I try to own up to them. 

Sometimes, no matter how long or how fiercely you pour over the mirror, there are still some things that get missed, like trying to put sunscreen on your own back. 



Sometimes (many times), the strong, outspoken Alphas need someone to hold a different mirror up to them so they can see their blind spot. 

Apparently, that can be a scary thing. I have been told I am too intimidating to say some things to, no matter how much I beg for people to be honest with me. Radical Honesty is a two way street, and you can't expect to dish out the honesty without being open to taking it as well. 

If someone you know decides to have a Radical Honesty session with you, hopefully they have the tact, empathy, and vocabulary to give the feedback in a positive way, so that it is interpreted as it was meant to be received- with love, and born out of a sense of caring.

Often times, this is why I choose to communicate with people through writing. When I am passionate about something, I can get a little heated, and I don't think as clearly about what I want to say. When I take the time to sit down and write something to someone- especially if it is a form of feedback or Radical Honesty- it allows me the time to compose myself, make sure I am saying what I am trying to say clearly and concisely, and to edit. 

During hard conversations, my brain can start to race, become foggy, or just draw a blank. Writing down what I want to say allows me to take a beat to reflect on what I am wanting to communicate to the other person. It allows me to feel heard without interruption, so that I can get out everything I wanted to say without having to revisit the topic down the road. 

This can be a helpful exercise when dealing with anger or outburst issues. I have written many an email to my husband littered with profanity, accusations, and dramatic declarative sentences. Then- and this is truly the hard part- I DON'T HIT SEND. I take a breath, get a cup of coffee, maybe walk the dog to calm myself and process what I just wrote, along with the emotions attached to them. 

After the walk I will come back and reread what I wrote that I wanted so desperately at the time to yell at my husband. If I feel that the points I made were warranted (sans profanity and insults), I will make a bullet point list on paper, so that I have a reference list when we sit down to discuss the disagreement later. 

This is important for me, because my husband prefers to sweep disagreements under the rug, whereas I need some form of analysis and resolution to try to stop a cycle of the same (negative) behavior from forming. I talk out my letters with my therapist (EVERYONE should have access to, and use the services of a therapist, in my humble opinion). 

Blind spots can be something like how a significant other is treating you, and how that treatment is interpreted by the people who love you. It could be trying to tell a friend you feel that they talk over you too much, when it turns out they felt they had to speak without taking breaths because you typically dominate the conversation. 

People have meaningful conversations all the time about how to get their needs met, but we are hard-wired to think about our needs before other's needs. Sometimes it can completely escape us that what we are asking someone else to do or to stop is something we need to work on ourselves. 

I am here to tell you that not only is that OK, but it is a positive thing. I believe that you should love yourself fully and enthusiastically, wherever you are in your life journey. However, I also believe that everyone should strive to be the best versions of themselves. It is nearly impossible to become the best version of yourself alone in a bubble. 

You need interactions with other humans inside and outside of your cultural sphere to expand your horizons, open your heart to what is "different," and live with humility, love, and gratitude. Again, the whole point of the Life Sampler is to find what gives you purpose in life, along with a feeling of peace, well-being, and real happiness. 

Someone exposing one of your blind spots is not an insult to who you are as a human. Rather, it is simply a mirror to help you on your journey. That is why all cars have mirrors- to avoid preventable missteps on the journey by giving you a fuller view of what surrounds you. 


Leveling Up Is Not a Zero Sum Game


Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner! ๐Ÿ’ธ

It is easy to get lost in the daydream of what you would do if you won the lottery. Whether sitting at a desk job I hated or doing long days with physical hours at a job I loved, I would envision reading my ticket with amazement as every single number matched. 

I would envision donning a hat and sunglasses to be incognito as I walked into the lottery office to collect a check for millions. I had already decided to take the lump sum. I had already decided to decline a news conference. I would imagine depositing the check at a bank, and knowing the feeling wouldn't sink in until I was able to see all of the zeros in my account. 



I ran through the immediate list of how people upgrade their lives when they get a financial windfall- stop working, new house, new wardrobe, new car, maybe blow a little on make up and hair. But then what? 

According to an article on CNBC, many lotto winners declare bankruptcy within three to five years of their win due to lack of discipline with the money, depression over handling the windfall with friends and family who feel they are entitled to some of the winnings, or the over indulgence of drugs or gambling. I imagine many of these winners coming from simple backgrounds, maybe lacking education in financial management. After all, if they are playing the lottery, they probably aren't wringing their hands about their carefully curated stock portfolio.

What happens, then, if you find yourself in a new economic echelon in less dramatic circumstances? 

When I first started dating my now-husband five years ago, he was financially recovering from his divorce, which didn't leave him with much extra at his rate of pay. I didn't know anything about him when an acquaintance introduced us at his house party. 

I'm not gonna lie, I assumed he was renting the house, because I spotted a few bottles of Two Buck Chuck (a.k.a. Charles Shaw wine, sold at Trader Joe's for decades at $1.99/bottle). I worked at TJ's for 10 years, yes, I judged him on his wine selection๐Ÿท๐Ÿ˜‚!

We were married in October of 2020, and in the last five years I have refined his palate for food and wine, and he has improved our net wealth with discipline and austerity. Although we do spend money here and there on things that bring us personal joys (food and travel for me, a nice car for him), I would not say that we live lavishly. We have what we need, and we are both pretty much minimalists. We prefer to watch our money grow and spend scrupulously so that we are prepared for the future. 


My point is this: life can change on a dime, and I forewarn you with all of my heart and previous knowledge that the haters will come flocking to tear you down. There are people that DO NOT want to see you succeed. They don't want to see you get better, because it makes them feel worse that they are not doing better. 

2020 has brought to light for me personally that MOST of the people I had surrounded myself with were big on needing support and validation, but not great at giving it. I have cut out a lot of toxic people, and I look forward to the people I will meet in the future who align with my personality and goals. 

To that end, it is very hard to change economic tiers. When you are in the bottom, you go to the local pub and commiserate with the other people at the bottom, struggling in jobs they hate to pay bills that will never be payed off. There is a sense of unity in misery. 

I think there is a commonality among  some of the people who go broke after they win the lottery, and that is a lack of a sense of charity, generosity, and altruism. People are focused on their own fantasy of living "the good life," that the wealth can get squandered in the pursuit of personal, selfish wish fulfillment. 

My lottery day dreams always included a house and care for my physically disabled mom, and an apartment and art studio that isn't mere feet from one of the busiest, most congested (and smog-producing) freeways in Los Angeles for my artist sister (side note, you should definitely check out her 'gram, as she is one of the smartest, kindest, most talented people I have the honor of knowing). 

I planned to donate to causes like Planned Parenthood, as well as invest in companies that were trying to save the planet by reducing waste like Loop Industries. Since I advocate for "Putting Your Money Where Your Mouth Is," I bought eight shares of Loop Industries, and I recently found out that they are partnering with my favorite beauty supply store, ULTA.

I consider investing in companies you believe in one of the first basic steps of being able to make a difference in the world around you. 1) You are putting money in the stock market, which when done in a smart and disciplined manner can increase your wealth. 2) You are supporting companies you believe in, which can allow them to grow and exert pressure on other industries to follow suit and change industry norms. 3) You become more aware of the strength and power of companies, and how you as a consumer can help drive the economy and responsible business practices. 

The secondary form of using wealth to make a difference is philanthropic organizations. At the beginning of my search of how to apply my skills and knowledge to give back to my community, I felt a little bit like the shopping scene from Pretty Woman. 

I have emerged from the lower class to the upper-middle class, but this can be a hard border to cross because people already in philanthropic circles may doubt your ability to participate based on what they might see on your LinkedIn profile. They have no way of really getting to know you (or your financial situation) until you become a member. 

I have a big heart, a lot of skills, and robust personality, but according to my LinkedIn, I have worked in grocery for most of my adult life, and finally managed to acquire a Bachelor's in Spanish in 2019. Honestly, if I were in their positions, I would be skeptical of my ability to pay between $250-$1000 yearly for the privilege of being part of the club. 



So how do you break in to these social circles, philanthropic circles, and 1%er circles? According to my husband, you pay to play or you wait for someone to take a chance on you. 

It is worth it for me to put in the work to find the right fit for my personality and ideas when I decide how I want to give back to the community in a way that will make the biggest impact. I don't want to hide my past or be ashamed of the fact that I come from a lower class family, and I worked in the service industry for most of my life. I believe everyone should have to work in the service industry for 6 months, at minimum (yes, including trust fund babies and the 1%ers). I think that would go a long way in raising our collective empathy, but that is a whole other story for a whole other blog. 

After researching various organizations in my area through LinkedIn, I have decided that I will be joining Women Give San Diego, as it works specifically with the local women to create financial stability and independence. I identify with and agree with their statements on their about page: 

            "We stand unequivocally against racism, injustice, and inequality – structural roadblocks that have negated Black involvement as equally participating and contributing participants of our national community. We do stand with our Black community members. We stand with peaceful protesters everywhere."


When you level up and your ability to Sample Life broadens, make sure you keep true to your values, and stand by companies with with you align. Reach out to women who believe in helping others thrive. Yes, I will have to pay membership dues to enter the world of these talented, educated, empathetic women, and hopefully that will allow them to see me for the diamond in the rough that I am. It may take more than my talents to break into this world, but once I am there I know I can shine. 

I want to do this now, so that down the road I can take a chance on someone with a fire in their heart and a deep drive to help others. Success for one does not mean less success for another. I want to see you thrive. I want to mentor. I feel good when other good people win. 

 As Tim McGraw says, "When you get where you are going, don't forget to turn back around and help the next one in line. Always stay humble and kind." 

Staying Centered in Tumultuous Times

A Bleak Year Blends Into the Next...

My husband and I sat in my mother-in-law's house on December 31st, 2020. We watched the countdown on local news with little fanfare- no champagne, no party hats, no noise makers, and barely a mumble of "Happy New Year" as we unceremoniously turned off the TV and went to bed. 

                                                        


We had driven from Southern California to Austin, taking every precaution to wear masks and sanitize our hands after gas stops and food breaks. We split the 20 hour drive into 2 days, renting an "extra deep clean" Air BnB to rest at a half way point. 

For days we had weighed the pros and cons of coming out to help my husband's family settle the affairs of his father, who had passed away after complications from a cancer removal surgery on December 23rd. It had been a sad Christmas for us all. 

As overwhelming as 2020 had been, our 2021 was not off to the most hopeful start either. There was so much stress with the travel (I can tell you now, I am not excited for the 20 hour drive back in a few days), being concerned about any possible transmissions to or from my mother-in-law or sister-in-law, and dealing with the confusion and heartache that one experiences when dealing with hospitals, death certificates, and estate handling. 

I sit here on Sunday, only 3 days in to 2021, as the 117th Congress convenes, audio tapes are released of Trump trying to strong arm his way into a second term, and Senators are weaving seditious and treasonous plans. 

Although this does not at all resemble the United States of America I was taught to respect and revere as a beacon of democracy throughout the world, I am doing my best to stay grateful for what I have. 

As a reluctant news junkie, I read devastating stories of atrocities all over the world. Only recently have I felt that America is slipping so far from what it once was that I fear for our ability to claw our way back to an equilibrium, to common decency, and respect for facts and science.  


Reluctant Embraces

Aside from our wedding on 10/10/2020, where I was able to hug my sister and best friend as they acted as witness and oficiant respectively, I have not had physical contact with family or friends other than my husband and stepchildren since March 13, 2020- the ultimate Friday the 13th.  



Despite the morbid circumstances that brought us here, I was so eager to see my newly official family-in-law. We wore masks as we unloaded our car- which included our 100-pound pitbull mastiff, Atlas- into Nana's house. As it was when my sister arrived on my wedding day, there were moments of awkward hesitation as we discussed how we would be handling mask wearing and contact during the trip. ๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿ˜ท

We had been very diligent about isolation from the very beginning, as my immune system is compromised due to lupus. Nana had been very diligent about isolation due to her age. We decided that as we would be sleeping in the same house for a week and eating together, masks inside seemed a little pointless. 

We had more hesitation with my sister-in-law. She had been less assiduous, but as she is a teacher, we were grateful she would not be teaching in-person while we were there, and she had recently had a negative Covid test. 

As we walked into their father's home on New Year's Day, we again did an awkward hug shuffle. Of course I wanted to embrace her in sympathy for her situation, as well as the fact that this was the first time we were seeing each other as relatives. "Oh good, I didn't know if we were hugging," she said as we came together briefly before assessing what needed to be done to go through their father's belongings and sorting paperwork. 

Though usually outwardly stoic, I could have cried at the impact their hugs had on me. It made me feel for my 95 year old grandmother in a long term care facility near San Luis Obispo, CA. She forgets why my dad and aunt can't pick her up for their usual lunches anymore. My heart breaks for those who have been quarantined alone, without any human contact at all. 

The thoughts of family members sharing tearful hugs through plastic sheets demonstrates both the unimaginable chaos and pain we are living though, as well as the ingenuity, hope, and resilience humans are capable of. 

As Usual, It Boils Down to Gratitude

Every day I am grateful for my loving, protective husband and my affectionate dog.  I am forever thankful that I do not want for food, clothing, or shelter. I could focus on the hundreds of things I perceive to have gone wrong this year, but with so much pain and suffering plaguing the world right now, I can not afford to allow myself to be swallowed by despair.  

This year especially, I have been grateful that both my husband and I have been able to work from home, which has given us some piece of mind as far as the risks we take with the virus. I worked at Trader Joe's for 10 years, and I don't know what I could have done if I had still been working there at the start of the pandemic. I likely would have had to quit. I count grocery store workers as absolutely essential- worthy of respect, protection, and certainly hazard pay.  



Aside from a kidney infection from lupus that sent me to the hospital this July, I can say I am grateful for my health. I feel so fortunate not to have lost anyone close due to Covid. 

When it feels like every day there is some new catastrophe or some new horrific form of pandemonium, when it feels like America is burning down and we are facing the apocalypse, I run through everything I am grateful for, usually remembering to be thankful for the simple fact that I woke up this morning.

Brass Tacks

I love to philosophize about life and how to get through it, but sometimes you just need some straight forward information or a list of ideas. With that in mind, here are other ideas that can help you keep your cool during this extraordinary, bizarre period of time we are living through. In the spirit of Life Sampling, try a few and see what works for you:
  • Reading a book in a genre you love (admittedly I have been reading more news than books lately)
  • Reading self help books (I loved "I Hear You," as we could all use some help with communication these days)
  • Plan calls or video chats with friends and family (helps combat feelings of isolation)
  • Look into resources for seeing a therapist (this is a ridiculous year, and you can get help to find healthy coping strategies. Mental health is of the utmost importance) 
  • Exercising (this is a great idea for everyone- it helps with mood, sleep, weight, and a plethora of other things! A few push ups and jumping jacks can get your heart pumping,  and a nice yoga flow can help with relaxation)
  • Trying a new hobby you can do at home
    • Knitting or crochet (keeps your hands busy)
    • Painting (acrylic pouring is very popular now-check out my Instagram art page!)
    • Drawing or sketching (keep a book at hand for when inspiration strikes) 
    • Coding (could possibly lead to career opportunities down the road. Kaggle is a free resource that is a great place to start!)
    • Sharpen your STEM skills (Khan Academy is an amazing free resource)
    • Gardening (Spring will be here before you know it! Plan what you might want to plant)
    • Puzzles (keep your brain sharp)
    • Learn a language (Duolingo is free, uses gamification techniques to keep you interested, and you can learn multiple language at once, if that tickles your fancy!)
    • Creative writing or journaling (start with stream of consciousness if you don't know where to begin)


I hope 2021 brings you health, wealth, hope, love, and happiness. Keep Sampling Life- find your passion.๐ŸŽ‰ 

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