Smooth Move

Story time.

first of all, I understand now, that the bane of my existence, the thing that makes me feel the most disgusting and irritable, is when I have a full gut and no relief.

So knowing this about myself now, I decided to take some "smooth move" tea to usher things along. You see, the night before, I'd gone to dinner with friends and eaten a HUGE bowl of gluten free pasta, which still has the ability to stick to your insides, though GF. Well, the morning passes and all was quiet. My brain was still a bit foggy so I tried to drink lots of water before heading to improv class.

From thesixfifty.com

From thesixfifty.com

An hour into class the tea kicked in. Thing is, my nerves are already bad. Standing up in front of a class and having to just jump into a scene tickles my bowels already, so this extra "magical tea" stopped me dead in my tracks. No, I didn't go in my pants, but I nearly did.

Rushing to the rest room, I promised to myself I wouldn't drink that tea on an improv day again, and by golly, I would need to cool it with the pasta.

The rest of the class I probably escaped to the restroom 4 times (it's a 3 hour class), thankful that I wasn't sick, just that my body was ready to detox. And at the improv jam after class, as if from my digestion angels, the theme was "shitting one's pants". Thank you angels for reminding me what could have happened but did not, and for that I am grateful.

Yes, this story is a bit icktastic and goofy, but I have a serious thought after reminiscing. What we eat affects us so deeply. I look at friends and family, and everyone's experiences with foods that bother them, but some people might be chronically bothered and not even know it. They might be in pain, a dull pain, but have no idea that it doesn't need to be their normal.

From Constantweightloss.com

From Constantweightloss.com

Did you know there are studies linking depression to diet? "Duh," you might say, but are we taking action with this information? It's a difficult thing to tackle, when food is so addictive and the processed stuff is more available than anything fresh, but it's the simplest, cheapest way to work with mental illness. Notice I did not say cure. But taking care of your body IS taking care of your mind, and it could change everything. It could be the cure you're looking for.

So I will be your poop angel today, reminding you there is much to be grateful for, and that there's also a divine call: Eat as close to the earth as you can, ditch the processed junk, and move our body. Your limbs and lobes will thank you for it.

From https://imgur.com/gallery/TboqB

From https://imgur.com/gallery/TboqB

Thanksgiving Vibes

Howdy friends. Happy almost Thanksiving, which is the holiday that grows on me more and more every year! This time around, I'm going to order vegan Thanksgiving dinner, because although I love cooking, I'm feeling like letting the holiday work for ME, instead of work for the holiday. Thank you Kelly for the idea What about you? Do you have major family plans? Major napping plans?

I started off this month with an education in our United States voting process. As a poll worker, I got to see the whole shindig come together. My favorite part was seeing neighbors recognize each other, and kids go ga ga over "I voted" stickers. They're like gold to them.

Then a sweet and talented friend sent along a gorgeous print to me last week. I love her style and I love spooky things, so this was extra delicious. Thank you Zhen!!

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My desk is a bit all over the place as I try to stay grounded with personal projects (still working on the picture book ideas with agent!) and my client work. To help me remember, I purchased some goodies like oat flower essence for recognizing my "calling", and a journal with motivational quotes about being our gosh darn SELVES. They have added a lot to my morning. Just having a ritual in place to work on very specific things that need my attention makes all the difference.

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I'm so grateful for the support of my friends, family, and clients, as well as for the opportunity to make art for a living and for pleasure. This life truly is precious, and I hope you go forward through this holiday season recognizing how special our time is with loved ones- heck! even with strangers. All we have are moments, pieces of time. Opportunities to appreciate being alive. Here's to mounds of this. Happy Thanksgiving and lots of love,

Annie

October

I am in Boston, touring the city and historical sites with my family, and of course, we had to walk around HARVARD. More on that later. After picking up the "independent" weekly student newspaper, and I came across a poem that captures fall and youth perfectly.

OCTOBER by Remedy Ryan

It's too early in the year to wear jackets so we rub each others shoulders as the wind whistles past a year older now we know where we are headed but we still whine about the long walk

You're hit with the saline smell as you push yourself into the crowd your hair sticking to strangers' skin a second ago you were shivering outside and niw yiu wonder why you are here until an old friend pulls you into her arms

Your feet start to move to the hum of the speakers it's the type of night that makes you believe in fate but also in chaos bodies banging together like wind chimes sporadically, beautifully, impatient.

More poems by Remedy here: https://www.harvardindependent.com/author/remedy-ryan/

September, where did you go?

Happy end of September. I told myself that I wouldn't let this month fly by so fast, but alas, it did. Lots happened. For one, I celebrated my birthday with my twin sister by going to Chez Panisse in Berkely, CA. It's a touchstone of 1970's Bay Area culture, and one of the best restaurants I've ever had the honor to dine in. Farm to table, truly, and the elegance of natural food are what they aim to share. So glad I could experience it with my sister.

I also graduated from Improv 101 at Upright Citizen's Brigade in Los Angeles, and had such a great time performing for all of our friends. Memorable moment- playing a woman afraid of pickles.

Right after, “Pickle Lady”.

Right after, “Pickle Lady”.

Then, I sadly lost my dear Uncle Jody, whom I will miss terribly. Death reminds us how important it is that we stay present. After I came back from Napa and had to immediately pack for a work trip to Chicago, life didn't seem real. What was I doing, flying to another state to attend a conference after all that? I didn't even feel like I was in my body, but rather, so tuned into those precious moments with my Uncle Jody, Aunts, Parents, and other family, holding his hand on his deathbed.

My mom and I at the hospital in Napa, wearing the same shoes.

My mom and I at the hospital in Napa, wearing the same shoes.

Beautiful gifts of nature.

Beautiful gifts of nature.

Memories are little gifts, and I value each and every one of them. And to be present in the moment, yet relive our greatest memories, that is a wonderful state to be in. It's the state of gratitude.

So on to Chicago I went, where I illustrated some tech talks at JSCAMP2018. And finally, after visiting some wonderful friends, I came home. Here I am. Waiting to hear about my book that's out with editors and publishers (some have turned it down) with fingers crossed. Back at the ole computer, freelancin'.

Pumpkins at the Chicago Arboretum.

Pumpkins at the Chicago Arboretum.

A Chicago house I very much want.

A Chicago house I very much want.

But, October awaits us! I have started gulping all the tea I can, and am looking forward to my vacation next week to the East coast to see my sis and all the turning leaves. Scarves ready, tea packets packed, and sketchbook in hand, I shall take on Autumn like never before!

-Annie

Annie is an author and illustrator with books available on Amazon and local book stores. She is open for commission, too! She lives in California, and loves tea, bike rides, reading, and exploring new places.