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Tattoos, Pedicures, and Falling in Love.

Elizabeth Potts Weinstein — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 19:04:51 +0000

Our other adventures took place under the manic of post-divorce, wandering the strip of Las Vegas and the streets of Manhattan and the Loop of Chicago, giggling, sharing non-stop, following the flow to the hotel room of a strange man or to video tape chocolate on my butt or to the falafel that you must eat before you die.

This trip with my best friend is different.

Yesterday was three hours in a suburban tattoo & motorcycle oasis, an afternoon on a patio reading biographies of an alcoholic and a technology entrepreneur, an evening consuming local fish and flowers with goat cheese and a single cocktail each.

Today, we had pedicures.

Now I’m writing to you stationed at the corner table of Panera Bread, with our own plug and section for the luggage of our businesses, drinking hot tea and a special order Americano, eating a banana and spicy hummus on an everything bagel, headphones in our ears and Macs on our table.

Quietly sharing space as we create our work.

Were we more happy back then?

Yes, there was more giggling, more grabbing each other for smashed up self-portraits, more sneaking away from the group for a secret smoke at an abandoned patio underneath the tracks of the El, more indulging of vodka & redbull and shots of tequila and martinis sent to the bar from our twitter follower in Virginia.

But our rabid enjoyment wasn’t sustainable — it was a manifestation of the pivot, when we first discovered the beginnings of who we didn’t have to be anymore. Of what we could let go. Of shoulds that no longer apply.

Our current state is different.

Now is about being.

It is about the mess we accept. The serenity we embrace. The work we commit to bring to the world.

It is what we do moving forward, into our perennial great work, into what the rest of our lives will be about.

Before was about falling in love.

And falling in love – with a person or a choice or a life – is a giggling kind of romance, founded on hormones and revelation and temporary insanity.

Falling in love is an addiction. A short-term satisfaction, just resulting in the craving of another hit.

Long term romance is calm.

The adventure in the routine. The joy in creating something that will never be finished, where the satisfaction is not in the there to which we are getting, but in the evolution.

Were we more happy back then?

Happy then was manic.

Happy then was in the way of not knowing better, thinking that once you say no or stop or never again, everything will be easy and fun and magical fairies throwing money from the sky and changing the world in an instant.

Today, this happy is serene.

Messy. Relaxed. Matter-of-fact.

This happy is real.

And, as you know, my loves … I prefer the real.

My Fake Friends

Allison Nazarian — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 07:00:34 +0000

Over the past few days, I have been privileged to experience what happens when some amazing human beings come together to help and support and love one of their own. (Note: If you haven’t heard the latest about Gracie and EPW, read this first.)

I have seen people like Carla, Ken, Sarah, Alison and Ori spring into action in a way that awes me, makes me cry every 32.6 seconds and does me proud.

Not surprising, or even unexpected — but very, very ironic.

Why ironic?

Because, you see, these are my “fake” friends.

These are the ones I met in that fake world of cyberspace and social media (twitter, specifically).

The ones who I don’t see face-to-face with any regularity, the ones I would never run into at Publix, the ones I can’t meet at Starbucks with five minutes’ warning, the ones who live Lord-knows-where-but-definitely-not-where-I-live.

These are the “fake” friends that I get questioned about – lots – in my “real” life.

“Why do you spend so much time talking to/texting with/tweeting these people?”

“Isn’t it weird that you are such good friends with people who don’t even live here?”

“Are you going to meet those people in Vegas again?!”

Yes, my “fake” friends.

The very same “fake” friends who, within hours (and in some instances, minutes) of the news about Gracie from EPW, rallied, communicated, planned and organized.

Like the “fake” friend who got on an 8am flight Saturday from Toronto to San Francisco to be with EPW for one full (and uncertain) week. Oh, and she left three not-at-all-fake young kids at home with their Dad so she could do so. (She runs a business, too, by the way. So she has just a tad bit on her plate.)

Then there is the “fake” friend (in Indiana) who, by Thursday night, had emailed Carla (Calgary) and me (Florida) log-in, scheduling, calendar and inside business information so that we could coordinate and plan for an unspecified amount of time’s worth of blog posts, tweets, emails and promotions.

From the first night, Carla was researching the science and medical aspects, tweeting for EPW, strategizing and keeping her head on straight. (In fact, her business head and practical questions gave me a cold hard dose of reality in terms of how my own business would fare if I had to leave it indefinitely. Lots to look at and change in that department for me, but that’s for another post.)

Ken and Carla didn’t let emotion stop them; in fact, it made them more focused and purposeful in their emails and actions. Admirable in any situation; freakin shake-your-head amazing given the distance, the full plates we all already have and their no-nonsense approach. (Maybe they felt they could focus better after telling me that they were OK with me worrying for the both of them. This is definitely a group in which each person knows his or her place, and does what he/she does best.)

More “fake” friends…including the one who, like me, needs to come up with blog post titles in her head as a sort-of therapeutic way of dealing with whatever this or the next moment brings. Everything has a corresponding blog post title, that’s how we process it and carry on. (I always have to remind myself that not everyone is like this. And that it is a little weird, actually. I can say that because I do it too.)

By the way, that’s the same “fake” friend (Alabama, by the way) currently driving with her husband and son to North Carolina while communicating with me via texts and updates back and forth.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you, as well, about the “fake” friend (sort-of Texas, now dog-sitting in California, couchsurfing everywhere) who is available 24/7 (literally) for jokes of any and all kinds, from corny to belly-laughing to X-rated to so-stupid-I-don’t-know-if-it-is-funny-or-ridiculous. (Full disclosure: I knew this “fake” friend from the days before twitter an Facebook, so maybe he is only a “half-fake” friend.)

And then there are the numerous “fake” friends who have emailed, tweeted, texted, called and messaged me over the past 48 or so hours, asking from the bottom of their hearts what they can do for EPW and Grace, how they can help and begging me to, at the very least, make sure Elizabeth knows she is in their thoughts and prayers.

Yes, these are the “fake” friends I am proud to call my own.

The ones who have shown their true colors in ways I’d have bet on but couldn’t really have imagined.

The ones whose hearts and minds and business acumen and all-around life skills know no bounds, geographical or otherwise.

The ones I am learning from in many ways, in just about every moment.

These are the ones who, together, are capable of just about anything. The ones who, ultimately, care more than anything about a beautiful and sweet five-year-old girl in a San Francisco hospital bed.

That’s some fake stuff, huh?!

As many of you know, EPW and I are in constant touch, literally, every day, all day and some of the night long.

One of the exchanges from what I would imagine is now in the tens of thousands of texts I once sent her talked about my views on the term “IRL” or “In Real Life.”

Sometimes, when people who know each other through a medium like twitter meet up offline, they say they are finally meeting “IRL.” I told EPW that I didn’t feel that was an accurate term because a massive part of my “RL” is people who don’t live in my area code. People I don’t see every day or every week or even every month. I told her I felt that using that acronym downplayed the significance or importance of what were and are some of the most important relationships in my life. They are part of my “RL” even if I don’t see them every day or every week (or month).

So I always use the term “f2f” (face-to-face) as opposed to “IRL.” Telling her that made me feel better, though it didn’t seem terribly significant at the time.

Now, it makes more sense than I could have imagined.

These “fake” friends? I’ve never met anyone like them. I’ve never seen a group of people come together in such a loving and totally productive way. Without fanfare. Without nonsense. Just doing what needs to get done for our friend. Our very, very “fake” friend.

So to my “fake” friends, and there are many more of you than those I have mentioned by name here, I say THANK YOU.

Thank you for showing me that true friendship and true love can be and are very, very real and profound no matter what form (or medium) they come in.

Thank you for being as weird as I am, for being able to take charge when you need to, for shining in moments that aren’t bright and happy and shiny and for letting me worry (quietly) and write blogs and emails for EPW so that I can do what I do best. (Just don’t ask me to take over any tech-related responsibilities.)

And, above all, thank you for letting me be in this IRL, not-always-face-to-face, not-your-mother’s-friendship with all of you.

So with apologies to Oprah, I will now tell you what I know for sure: Some of you may question or judge what is unfamiliar or uncomfortable to you. I know it because I have been on the judging end, and I have been on the being-judged end.

Either way, my love, my friends and my world may not look like yours. It doesn’t have to and they don’t have to. That doesn’t change how very, very real it all is, or how very, very fortunate I am.

So next time you want to ask me why I text so much on my phone, or what’s with my obsession with twitter or who these people in freakin Canada, Indiana, California, Alabama and who-knows-where-else are, please remember what I have shared with you today.

These people are some of the best friends I have ever had. And even more, they are my family.

#thatisall

EPW’s Tattoo Adventure in Florida

Elizabeth Potts Weinstein — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 21:45:48 +0000

In February 2010 I packed up my kid & flew to Boca Raton, Florida to hang w/ my BFF Allison Nazarian and her two kids … and while I was in town, we drove to Orlando to hang out with our friend Jason Rubacky & get my tattoo!

The tattoo is not because “Live Your Truth” is my brand (lol), but it is a visual reminder, a renewal of the decision I made back in June … to live my truth, to choose to be uncomfortable every day, to be a visible leader.

My new tattoo is the ink on my live your truth contract. The contract I made with myself.

But … good thing you don’t have to get a tattoo to start living your truth, eh?

If you want to learn more about living your truth, or make your own commitment to your “live your truth” journey, join us at http://theliveyourtruthproject.com

And … I’d love to hear your tattoo story, your adventure story, your “how you memorialized your commitment to yourself” story … or anything else you’d like to share or comment about.

Do You Want Every Day to be Epic?

Elizabeth Potts Weinstein — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 02:15:23 +0000

Of course you do.

Join @ElizabethPW and @AllisonNazarian for the weekly twitter chat “Epic Adventures in Everyday Life” (#epicchat) on Wednesdays at 5:00 PM Pac / 8:00 PM EST

Join EPW (closer-to-the-edge girl) and ANaz (closer-to-home girl) as they explore:

How life doesn’t stop when you become a mom … it begins.
Why you need (at least) a bit of crazy and adventure in your life, even if you are not a risk-taker or adrenaline junkie.
How you don’t need to travel to India or jump out of a plane to transform your life.
How to marry the idea of crazy & fun & freedom into real, practical, day- to-day life.
Why it’s hard to bring adventure into your life in a vacuum, and how real and powerful friendships are your “key ingredient” for making life itself an adventure.
How to run your career/business, have a real life, go on adventures, and be a great mom … all at the same time … without being frozen by guilt or overwhelm.

Each week we will choose a different topic & invite special guests to share their awesometastic ideas & inspirational stories with you.

Elizabeth Potts Weinstein (aka @ElizabethPW, aka EPW) is a mom, entrepreneur, and crazy adventurer who feels more at home in airports, hotels, taxicabs, new friends’ homes or while tweeting up in bars, climbing a mountain or randomly walking around a city, than she does at the place where she keeps her stuff. She uses her travels as inspiration for her blog & videos, for coaching clients, and for creating new programs exploring how to Live Your Truth in business and life. If you want to follow her particular kind of insanity, check her on on twitter, facebook, or on her blog (EPW: of course you know about that, you’re on my blog right now. lol.).

Allison Nazarian (@AllisonNazarian) is a Mom, writer, empire-builder, author, former introvert, former control freak, future bookstore owner and current NFL junkie and Howard Stern fan who craves the comfyness, safety and familiarity of home while slowly but surely embracing the fun, flow and adventure of life on the edge. Allison writes copy, columns and blogs and teaches others how to do the same. Connect with Allison on twitter, Facebook or at AllisonNazarian.com.