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30 Days of Thanks – Rites of Passage

Day 30

That’s it! Today is the day! 30 Days of Thanks. We made it. I feel like today I should somehow reflect on all the days previous and choose something to be thankful for that perfectly encapsulates EVerything that makes my life grand. But in all honesty I can’t get one thing out of my mind.

My wedding gown!

I said yes to the dress today.

I didn’t think it would happen. I didn’t really buy into that whole Say Yes to the Dress myth even though I watch that show like a junkie. I figured that although it’s entertaining, it’s not really me. I’ll just find a gown online, or at a little vintage thrift store, or at Ross. Whatever. I figured that would suffice. And it almost did. And it probably would have been fine. But I still wanted the experience. The bridal gown miles of chiffon champagne mother-daughter dress shopping experience. I figured I only get to have the experience once in my life and I want to know what it feels like to wear a designer gown. So I made an appointment at Miosa Couture in Sacramento this afternoon and went in with my mom and my Maid of Honor with zero expectations. I just wanted to have fun. The experience.

Then I started crying.

Then my mom started crying, and Dana started crying, and I felt like a bride. And I realized I didn’t want a dress from Ross. I’m much too much of a romantic for that. I want to feel like the most “Rebecca” version of Rebecca on my wedding day, and I realized today that the dress will help that happen. This dress.

The moment I put her on I knew. It is the most perfect dress I could imagine. I want to wear it for the rest of my days. It is everything I want in a dress and everything I could dream of. And while it is more than I planned on paying for a wedding gown, it is not going to break the bank, and I love it. I love it so much.

So today, on this last day of November and the 30th Day of Thanks, I’m thankful for rites of passage. For little rituals we’ve created to take us from girls to women, to bond with our mothers, to celebrate our sisterhood. It’s just a dress, but it represents so much more.

And no I’m not posting a picture. You’re going to have to wait until July ūüôā


Probably won’t see ya tomorrow. Probably gonna take the day off. Probably see ya the day after.


30 Days of Thanks – The Day Itself

Day 28

Thanksgiving. The day itself. I’m thankful that a day exists to stop and reflect on our gifts, our blessings, our accomplishments, our dreams, our loved ones, and our values. Abraham Lincoln said it best:

The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. In the midst of a civil war of unequaled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle or the ship; the axe has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom. No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquility and Union.

Whether you relate to the presence of God that Lincoln spoke of in reference to Thanksgiving, no doubt we can all agree that perhaps even more importantly than taking a day to acknowledge all that lets us count our lucky stars, we must also remember all that needs to done; all who need our help. For those with a void of things to be thankful for, we must create those things. So today I’m going to list some things I’m not thankful for, and I’m going to vow to do what I can to make the list shorter this time next year. Not thankful for:

Hunger, not just in the third world but in our backyard. I’m surrounded by hungry faces every day in downtown L.A. and Venice Beach. I can do more.

Disease. I’m tired of losing people. I’m tired of sick friends. I’m grateful the list is short, but one friend lost is one too many.

Access to healthcare. Goes hand in hand with the above. I lost a friend earlier this year and partially due to the fact that he did not have affordable access to healthcare. This makes me sick. I hope it changes. Obamacare, you give me hope. Please work!

Anxiety. It weasels it’s way into my life too often. Away with you!

That lady who killed that lion and sits next to it like a trophy in that picture with that ugly smile on her face. Ugly. Face. Ugly. Ugly. Don’t like her.


The endless battle of opinions. I think it’s grand how the internet has turned us all into experts on everything; but I think it’s important to remember that none of us actually knows anything about anything. While it’s great to have opinions and to get engaged, I wish we did so with more respect. I enjoy engaging in debate with friends on Facebook, but I insist we keep things civil. This country is currently led by a bunch of buffoons who can’t stop name-calling. Let’s do it better. Don’t let the anonymity of the computer screen zap all of your empathy.

I won’t go on and on, I just wanted to list a few things that I’d personally like to focus on in the next year to enrich not only my life, but hopefully my neighbor’s as well. Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I’m thankful for you!

And I really strongly dislike that lady with the lion.


See ya tomorrow


30 Days of Thanks – Just Take a Look, It’s In a Book

Day 26

So here’s the thing, if there’s anything to be said about anything, chances are Carl Sagan has said it better. Such is the case with today’s topic of thanks: books. The other love of my life, the source of all my creative tendencies, my inspiration , my favorite companion on a rainy afternoon… my books. So here’s what Carl has to say:

A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ‚Äē proof that humans can work magic.

Yep. Carl’s got it. The book you read is the only version of that book that will ever exist. Unlike a film; everyone sees the same version of the story, but when you read The Great Gatsby, that is your version, and only yours. That’s really an amazing thing to think about, and why the book is always better. No one’s green light across the bay will look exactly like mine, because no one will ever get inside my head. How intimate. What a magic gift. The greatest of human inventions.






30 Days of Thanks – Goodness in the World

Day 15

Today I am grateful for…




and this


and this


and this



Way to go Batkid.


You know you cried hard today. Such good tears. We love you Batkid! Thank you for keeping Gotham safe. And by safe I mean thank you for reminding us that there is goodness in the world.

To me, the goodness of today was a call to action. Let’s all go out and be the hero that the world needs!

See ya tomorrow.

30 Days of Thanks – ABC’s Sesame Street Style

Day 14

Lately I’ve been thinking about the internet. I’m on it often enough, and sometimes I have to step back and reflect on this crazy infinite invention that provides us with an endless wealth of information about absolutely everything. Scientific data. False information. Lies. Jokes. Studies. Biographies. Histories. OPINIONS. Sooooo many opinions. We’ve become so much more opinionated in the past 15 years haven’t we? I just can’t believe how many people out there have strong opinions about things they really know nothing about. It’s incredible, and not just in a bad way. I mean ultimately I think it’s probably good. People care about things! Everyone can feel like an expert. What I’m hoping is that the exposure to so much information and so many opinions is compelling people to eventually do their research. I know that’s what has happened to me. Anyway, what am I talking about today. I’m getting all meta and going off on a tangent. What I really want to say is, I’m grateful for so much language.

So much to read. So much to think about. So much to write about. Sometimes it feels like I will write more and read more in one day than I did an entire year in high school. It’s given me a real unquenchable thirst for knowledge. The secrets of the entire universe at my fingertips. What a gift.

I’m grateful to have been born in a country that fosters literacy, especially for girls. I know there are plenty of places in the world where that is a daily challenge. When a teenage girl has to get shot in the head to stand up for her right to write, I take a deep breath and thank my lucky stars that I never had to even imagine such a threat. What an amazing young woman. If you haven’t seen this interview of Malala on The Daily Show, take a few minutes and do yourself a favor. Grab a box of tissues first.

I’m grateful for Sesame Street and Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood and Reading Rainbow. The shows that made me fall in love with learning and books. I’m thankful for this blog. I can always be challenging myself. To put my experience into words. To make people relate. It’s different than writing in a journal because I’m accountable to my readers. I want you to understand.

The art of language. The building blocks of knowledge. It’s a beautiful thing. But don’t just take my word for it…



See ya tomorrow.

30 Days of Thanks – Mac & Cheese and Metamorphosis

Days 12 and 13

I may have missed yesterday’s post (bad blogger!) but that doesn’t mean I missed the chance to contemplate on what has made me grateful. So today is a two-fer. I’m grateful for two things, seemingly anachronistic, but actually vital to each other’s worth.

You know what they say about sharks that don’t swim forward. Well, humans too in my opinion. Our “swimming” may look different, but if we don’t change and move forward we’ll die. Either emotionally, psychologically, or literally. Truly literally, not Chris Traeger literally. Many of the cells in our body are constantly regenerating and changing. And while that whole “our body is completely regenerated every 7 years” factoid is partially a¬†myth¬†(which I was disappointed to discover as it would have been a great zing to illustrate my point), it is true that millions of our body’s cells regenerate every day, and all but the cells of the cerebral cortex, the inner lens of the eye, and the muscles of the heart will completely regenerate several times in our lifetime. (Glad the point still pretty much works). To sum up,¬†change is a necessary part of life.

I’ve been thinking back to last year and how much has changed just in the act of getting engaged. I’ve gone from someone’s girlfriend to someone’s fiance. Next year I will become someone’s wife. Not just someone’s. Brad Light’s. My sweet wonderful Brad. I’ve been thinking back to some of the trepidation I had at first of going through this transformation. So many unknowns. Such big steps. I think now about how happy I am. What a wonderful place I’m in; a place of excitement, eagerness, and honor that I will partake in such a sacred rite. So grateful that I didn’t allow fear to stunt this metamorphosis.

A year ago I still wanted to be a professional actor; well, to be more specific (and more honest) a movie stahh! There was a bitterness and toxicity attached to it that I just kept repressing and repressing. Finally in accepting my heart’s truth that I may be changing into something else, I have found peace of mind, I’ve found a renewed and¬†more vibrant¬†love of acting, and most importantly¬†I’ve found goodness in my heart. I’ve let go of the jealousy, the anger, the bitterness, the worry, the judgement. I’ve discovered what it means to truly follow your bliss.

None of this would have happened if I hadn’t allowed change to occur, and I would have never survived the change had I not had the next thing I’m grateful for in this two-for-one special:

Routine. If all I do is routine, a serious case of the blues won’t be far behind. If everyday I wake up, drink coffee, go to work, drive home, eat dinner, watch TV, go to bed, sleep, wake up, repeat…. you get the picture; I would be a dead shark. And yet creature comforts must not be discounted completely for they are just that, comforts. In times of my life that I’ve suffered from terrible anxiety (usually related to fear of change) it is turning to certain routines that has given me the strength to let change occur. Bubble baths. My favorite foods. Mac & Cheese! A date with Brad. Walking along the beach. Snuggling with my cats. Talking to my Mom. Painting. Writing. Watching my favorite movie. This time of year is such a perfect example of the comfort and strength of routine. You know what makes it palatable to face a new 365 days of unknowns every year? Christmas carols. Eggnog lattes. Holiday cards. Mistletoe. Cinnamon. Apple cider. Baking. Snowmen. Snuggling by a fire. I love Christmas because it’s the epitome of comforting. And it rolls around like clockwork. Like a routine or something.

All of these things are not wildly outside of my comfort zone. They give me peace. They are the layer of security I need in order to walk boldly into the unknown.

So for today, a double-bill of thanks is appropriate for their respective topics. For Day 12 and Day 13: I’m thankful for the yesterday that brought me to today.

See ya tomorrow.

30 Days of Thanks – Day 10: The Zombie Apocalypse

Today was rather uneventful. We woke. We ate. We ran. We ate again.

But then we went over to a friend’s house to watch the first two episodes of Season 4 of The Walking Dead. An awesome way to end a Sunday.

I’m addicted.

I love that show!

Today I am thankful for The Walking Dead. No spoilers! Only on S4: ep. 2 people!

Thank goodness for good TV. That is all.



See ya tomorrow.