Remote Life Tips

Hello blog land. Los Angeles (and a lot of the world) is kind of freaking out right now, and in turn, so am I. That being said, I am very much aware of my privilege right now–I have the resources to go to the grocery store and buy as little or as much as I want. I bought toilet paper two weeks ago before knowing that it would very soon become a hot commodity. And I have the luxury of working for a company that is currently stable and is fully distributed.

For those who are now being given the opportunity to work from home and are trying to make the most of it, here are some tips I thought I’d share that work pretty well for me.

  1. Designate a work space.
    Since I work remotely full-time, I made space for a desk in my room. Not everyone has the opportunity to do that, but even so, if you can designate a section of your dining room table as your workspace, that will help simulate going into an office.
  2. Stick to a morning routine to start the day.
    I am not a morning person. While I do occasionally succumb to the temptation of rolling straight out of bed into an early morning meeting, I’ve found that I’m so much more productive if I get up and get dressed, make coffee, and take a little time to myself before jumping straight into work. I even know of some people who go on morning walks to take place of the time they would have spent commuting. Which leads me to tip #3…
  3. Go for walks!
    I have a dog, so going on walks is almost a forced habit, but getting outside is one of the best ways to break up the day and help combat the feeling of being cooped up. And with today’s social-distancing in effect to help stop the spread of COVID-19, taking a walk around your neighborhood is still, fortunately, an OK thing to do.
  4. Take breaks.
    Along with walk breaks, remember to take regular breaks too. One of the toughest shifts for me with going from working in an office full-time to working from home full-time was fighting the idea that I’m expected to sit at my desk for eight hours straight. That just is not realistic, nor is it a reflection of productivity.   Treat your kitchen like a break room. Make yourself coffee and/or a snack. Schedule coffee or lunch dates with friends, or if being forced to quarantine, set up virtual hangs with tools like Zoom, Google Hangouts, or Loom.
  5. End your work day.
    The biggest reason I advocate for designating a workspace (see tip #1) is so that you can also designate an end of the work day. Even if your work allows for a more flexible work schedule, I have found the value in still distinguishing my time between work and personal time. Since your work is now also in your home, it’s much more difficult to separate the two. Making a point to end your work day can help you maintain some work-life balance, even if life doesn’t look normal at all right now.

All that to say, the most important thing to do right now is to have grace. Have grace for yourself when you are not feeling as productive as you’d like to be, and have grace for those around you who are feeling the same. This is an unprecedented time right now, and it’s OK if we aren’t fully OK. Here’s a list of ways to help businesses that don’t have the luxury of working remotely and are being severely affected by this quarantine.

Stay safe, everyone!

32: Bloom

I am 32 today. I love being in my 30s. I’ve kind of been slacking on my goals the last couple of years. There has been so much change so far in this new decade that I’m in, and now I’m pushing the reset button to refocus on what I want to do and who I want to be. Which brings me to my word for 32.
Last year’s word was spirit. These past few weeks, I’ve been sitting with the word thrive. I realized that, while I’ve been enjoying many aspects of my life lately, I’ve been feeling as though I’ve merely been existing. Surviving, but not thriving, you might say. So I thought I’d make that my word. I recognized that it’s a little cheesy though, so I mentioned this to a friend, and he suggested the word flourish. While I liked that better, it still didn’t feel like my word.

Then, while reflecting back on the last few years, I remembered how before I moved to Orange County, I kept hearing the word rooted. And now that I’m in LA, I feel as though I’m well on my way to becoming fully rooted where I am. But that wasn’t my word either.

Rooted. Flourish. Thrive.

As I thought about these words and what they all mean, it came to me. Bloom. That was the word. Coincidentally one of the definitions for bloom is “to flourish or thrive.”


When a parent dies you’re left feeling a little off kilter. That’s one less person in the world who loves you unconditionally. You only have one parent now. It’s different for everyone, obviously, but that’s how I feel. Like the world around me is now off balance.
I was sick a few weeks ago, like classic Rachel-stop-being-dramatic sick, and therefore really missing my dad. I always felt most loved by my dad when I was sick or hurting.
I could feel his worry for me resonating off of him. You don’t ever want your parents to worry about you, but you can feel their love when they do. He’d hover at my door, quietly checking in on me, and if he did speak, it was always gently.
This was Thanksgiving last year, and the last photo we ever took together. He was getting ready to leave, when we remembered that we hadn’t taken any photos all night, all of us knowing that it would likely be our last holiday all together. I had left my shoes upstairs. Stella lingered behind us.
Thanksgiving’s always been my favorite.


It’s July now. The year 2019 is halfway over. So weird. So much has happened these last six months.

I moved.los-angelesLA is starting to feel more like home to me, which is weird, and something I thought I’d never say.

My dad were prepared. He was diagnosed with lung cancer in August, and didn’t want to go through chemo. So we were ready. Though it’s still hard to believe it happened. This was the last photo we took together, over Thanksgiving last year. I’m finding that I’m more like him than I thought, now that he isn’t here. For better or for worse. Though maybe that’s what parenting’s all about. Try to be the best version of yourself that you can be, then have a kid and hope that they’re like you, but better. Though there will always be someone better than you. At least that’s what my dad used to always say.

I quit my job. I wasn’t doing what I wanted to be doing, and the commute was getting to me.

I started a new job. And it’s great!

Josué and I celebrated a year together.
We made it. Here’s to more!

And to whatever else the rest of this year will bring.


Goals for 31: Spirit

It’s February. January both flew by much too quickly and dragged on for far too long all at the same time. I kind of treated January like the first pancake, goals-wise, in that I didn’t make any. I didn’t really even have time, since I ended up moving suddenly! That’s a whole other story though. Back to goals for 31…

First off, I’ll start with my word for the year. Though picking a word for the year has become quite trendy recently, I was inspired by my friend Rachael, who’s been doing this for years, and chooses her word on her birthday, for the start of her year. I loved that so much, so I started doing it, too. This year’s word is: spirit.

I wanted a word that emanated energy, positivity, and health, and decided on spirit because it has so many definitions. Some of my Merriam-Webster favorites are:

  • the immaterial intelligent or sentient part of a person
  • the activating or essential principle influencing a person
  • an inclination, impulse, or tendency of a specified kind
  • a special attitude or frame of mind
  • the feeling, quality, or disposition characterizing something

With that in mind, here are my goals for 31.

  1. Take guitar lessons. I’ve been trying to learn guitar for over ten years now, and the only reason I even know some chords is because of a class I took in community college one summer semester. With all the resources I have at my disposal, it’s time to stop making excuses.
  2. Go to the gym at least once a week. I finally joined a gym again a few months ago, but my regular attendance only occurred for a couple weeks. Obviously I should be exercising more than once a week, but I’m purposely starting out small.
  3. Develop a skin care routine. Last year, my cousin Lily and I stood in the makeup aisle at Target, as unfamiliar (to me) goops and goos and tools loomed in front of us. “What is this?” I’d asked her, as I picked up an oddly shaped brush. A lady in the aisle near us gave me side-eye and smirked. “It’s like I’m an alien and you’re teaching me how to be a human girl!” I (more subtly) remarked. The point of sharing this dialogue was to demonstrate that I know next to nothing about skin and beauty, and now that I’m 31, I’ve been noticing other fellow 30-somethings commenting on how they wished they’d picked up better habits earlier. Too late for that, but I guess there’s no time like the present.
  4. Stick to my vitamins routine. In my quest to head down the path of better health, I discovered my new daily multi-vitamin solution. Ritual sends you your month’s supply of vitamins in the best millennial-catered packaging. I’ve been taking these for almost a month now, and I’m determined to keep it up.
  5. Get up earlier to better utilize my mornings. Most anyone who knows me knows that I am not a morning person. And many also know that I’ve been attempting to become a morning person for many years now, and my efforts have all mostly fallen short. The few times I do get up early are so enjoyable, though. I drink coffee, I read or write or pray or journal, and enjoy the quiet and calm of the morning time. So, here we go again. This year, I want to start waking up earlier to take advantage of the time that I’ve instead used to half-sleep whilst snoozing my many alarms.

Here’s to 31.