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Musings

If you died today, would you die happy?

Megan Harrod

The other night as I was lying in bed I had this moment of complete clarity where I thought, "If I died today, I'd be okay with it." No, I wasn't high. Or drunk. It was just completely clear to me at that moment. I've loved and I've lived. I'm happy.

I have an incredibly supportive, loving family. The Universe has presented me with challenging, fulfilling and meaningful professional opportunities and has connected me with souls that have taught me invaluable life lessons from an early age. Most importantly, I was open to receiving those lessons and open to doing the work to get where I am now. When I've needed change, I've taken intentional steps towards achieving that change in order to find peace. I have traveled the world both alone and with others, and have seen things many eyes have not had the opportunity to see. I have become a student of life...I love learning new skills.

In the process, I've learned a ton about myself. I'm so imperfect it's unreal. But I'm okay with that. I've learned that, though I love learning new skills, I'm frustrated when I'm not good at them. I've learned that I often feel like if I'm not burning the candle at both ends, then I'm not productive. I've learned that I'm incredibly sensitive, even though most people think I'm over-confident. I've learned that I'm harder on myself than anyone else. I've learned above all else, that it's important to be true to yourself...because only when you're honest with yourself can you be honest with others. I've learned that two halves don't make a whole. Only when you're whole can your soul unite with another soul (which needs to be, of course, whole). I've learned the importance of sitting with myself and getting to know who I am, apart from anyone else. I've learned to be gentle with myself and realistic with my expectations of myself.

This summer I've drastically changed my schedule to suit me and find balance. I spend half of my time outside landscape gardening with a beautiful soul (my dear friend Ana) I met four years ago at Alta on closing day at a parking lot dance party and I spend half of my time working for the U.S. Ski Team, but I'm not fixed to an office chair and confined to a cubicle. For me, this change was vital to my happiness. The other day as I was tampering rock in the back of one of our landscaping clients' homes, I was listening to Lewis Howes' School of Greatness podcast entitled "Love Louder and Deepen Relationships" with Preston Smiles. In the middle of tampering, the tears started flowing out of my eyes. I let it happen. In that moment, I invited myself to feel that.

In the podcast, Preston talks about gender differences in relationships, and how - as little girls - we're taught to experience our experience, share, touch, be in touch with our emotions while dudes are just taught to fight each other, tackle each other...and they're very simple. It's so true. I've thought a lot about expectations in relationships of late, and how the expectations we create lead us down a path of frustration and hurt. The thing is, the best things in life—across all realms of life—shouldn't really feel hard and forced. Oftentimes, we tell ourselves stories and listen to the voices in our heads that lead us to believe that things are harder than they need to be. It feels constraining. We create excuses that enable us to give up and walk away easily, not allowing ourselves to really feel or experience or fall into life. We feel like we're losing our freedom and our control. We are afraid to show vulnerability. We are afraid to be real and authentic. It's just easier to live on the surface...so the surface is where most of the world resides. When you chose to step into your calling, it will make room for you.

In a very real way, I've experienced this in the last few months. Broken and exhausted at season's end, I had no room to think about anything and move forward. As I started focusing on myself and sitting in that space of just being and relinquishing control, the Universe began to open itself up to me. I had conversations with advocates and friends that encouraged and empowered me. Gradually, like the layers of an onion, the overwhelming and daunting components started to peel away and reveal the core of me...and as I reconnected with that, I had room for everything else to fall into place. And, it has. But, it took work to get here.

Here's the thing...I can group humans of this world into three categories: there are people in this world that are completely unaware, there are people in this world who are aware and unwilling to do the hard work because they're afraid of where it will take them, and then there are people who are enlightened: they are aware and they do the work. I'd like to think I fall into the last category. And, I'd like to surround myself with people in that last category. The enlightened. Though, just like I need to be gentle with myself, I have to remind myself to be gentle with others and my expectations of others. I've never been drawn to people purely for personal gain. I'm not drawn to humans for what they do and how they can benefit my life. Rather, I'm drawn to them because of who they are at the core. There's a big difference. But, not everyone is that way. And that's ok. It's not for me, but if that's the way they choose to live their life, it's their choice to make. And again, that's ok.

Lastly, I encourage all of you to read The Alchemist if you have not already (there's a beautiful 25th Anniversary edition on Amazon that I suggest you make yours). I am not sure why this book hadn't landed in my hands before, but I know that it was presented to me at the right moment, because I dove in, got lost in it, and didn't want it to end. Someday soon I'll write an entire post on what I learned from that book.  The biggest lesson, of course, is to appreciate the present moment for what it is—not to live in the past or the future—but to really sit in this moment right now and appreciate it as a gift that's been given to you. As we each attempt to find our Personal Legend, the Universe will present us with lessons along the way that we are meant to explore on our path to understanding.

He sat looking at the sky for a long time. Then he took from his knapsack a bottle of wine, and drank some. He remembered the night in the desert when he had sat with the alchemist, as they looked at the stars and drank wine together. He thought of the many roads he had traveled, and of the strange way God had chosen to show him his treasure. If he hadn’t believed in the significance of his recurrent dreams, he would not have met the Gypsy woman, the king, the thief, or...’Well, it’s a long list. But the path was written in the omens, and there was no way I could go wrong,’ he said to himself.
— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

The goal is to be open and listen to the Universe...to be aware and to trust that everything is being presented to you in accordance to a plan. As Coelho writes, “And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it"—but the trick is to explore with intention void of expectation. I gained some wisdom from an unlikely source the other day in the film, "How to be Single" with Fat Amy that got me thinking, too. It's a comedy, but the words at the end made me consider the gift of singledom further...

The thing about being single is you should cherish it because in a week or a lifetime of being alone you may only get one moment, one moment you’re not tied up with a relationship with anyone a parent, a pet, a sibling a friend. One moment when you stand on your own, really truly single and then…it’s gone.
— Amy, How to be Single

Seriously. "Cherish" it. That word is powerful. A reminder to chill the fuck out, because when you're seeking something with expectation you'll rarely find what you're looking for. Being single is awesome. I can go anywhere I want, whenever I want. Someday, I'd love to travel and explore with a partner...when the time is right. But for now, I travel this road alone, and while I travel this road alone I learn important lessons about myself and what I'm looking for in a relationship in the future. I am independent and need the freedom to be myself in a relationship. After all, in relationship, two halves don't make a whole.

Thanks for bearing with me...I've rambled a lot today. At the heart of this piece, though, the message is that I'm not afraid of death because I've lived my life fully without regret. I'm not afraid to explore the depths of my heart and explore life with a curious spirit that others are often afraid or unwilling to explore. To live enlightened. Sure, I don't want to die today. There are still souls that I'd like to meet, dreams that I'd like to dream, goals that I want to achieve, and lands that I want to explore. But if I did, I'd die happy.

What about you?

Resi Stiegler, the Warrior Princess

Megan Harrod

Here's another piece I recently wrote for my friends at Late Sunday Afternoon...

If you live your life – I mean really LIVE your life – it’s the people and the places and the moments all woven together that make it beautiful. A lot like one of Late Sunday Afternoon’s
beautiful creations. That’s the way I choose to live my life, anyway. Vibrant. Curious. Colorful. Well-traveled. Intertwined and entangled with humans and their stories. Stories like this one. Enjoy.

Almost one year ago to the day, Late Sunday Afternoon Founder Matthew Schildkret sent me a message on Instagram introducing the idea of gifting a Late Sunday Afternoon scarf to powerful women with whom I encountered on my travels. I obliged, of course. It’s been fun. The only challenge is that there are so many incredible women. And that’s where the one and only Resi Stiegler comes into the story. Behold, Resi: the warrior princess.

Resi crushes at the Aspen Winternational in November 2015.

Resi crushes at the Aspen Winternational in November 2015.

I knew Resi Stiegler – a longtime member of the U.S. Ski Team – before I met her. I mean, not really…but I felt like I did. Why? Her spirit is among the largest I’ve encountered. She’s magnetic. Nicknamed “La Tigre,” early in her career Resi would wear tiger ears on her helmet when she skied. Close with teammate Sarah Schleper, who roars out of the start gate, these women inspired me. I grew up as a ski racer with them as my heroines. They were the warriors of my sport, after all.

I admired Resi’s fight through injury after injury and comeback after comeback, her free spirit floating between the Tetons in Jackson, Wyoming to the beaches of Maui and over to Europe and back again. So when I started working with the team last year, I was stoked to be working with Resi, who had not made criteria for the team in 2015 so was not officially on the U.S. Ski Team. Truthfully, when I met her, I was a little uncertain – two big personalities with big hearts…I wasn’t sure how it was going to play out.

I find it important to acknowledge what I’ve learned from the people whom I’ve been blessed to cross paths with in life. Each of these individuals has influenced the woman I am and are woven into the fabric of my soul, as are the threads woven into the scarf around my neck. Resi has taught me a lesson in being comfortable in who you are. True to yourself and honest with everyone in your path. And feeling deeply and loving big. In a world that sometimes just scratches the surface, Resi has depth. She’s real. She’s human. She’s a friend that’s just easy,and she accepts me for who I am. We laugh, a lot.

Not only does she love skiing, but Resi loves life. And she lives it big and with her whole heart. In fact, she acknowledges life’s magic. She’s an example for everyone around her in enjoying the moment and finding joy in the small things in life…like the way the light hits the patio at Paia Bay Coffee on a subtly rainy-sunny afternoon in Maui. She is light. And her light is bright and sparkly.

Resi the warrior princess has made her Late Sunday afternoon treasure her travel companion, jetting with it across the globe on those travels from Jackson to Maui to Euroland and back. Vibrant. Curious. Colorful. Well-traveled. Intertwined and entangled with humans and their stories. Connected. We are all connected, and there’s always a lesson to be learned from those in our tribe. Open your heart and mind to it and you’ll receive gifts you’ve never imagined. Mahalo, from Maui…where the Aloha spirit is big and bright and sparkly – undoubtedly a source of energy for Resi’s big and bright and sparkly soul.

#AgeOfJesus Wisdom

Megan Harrod

Have you ever walked up to an Emmy award-winning actor who deals drugs on a TV show that you know absolutely nothing about, and requested crystal meth while dressed as a scantily-clad version of Tinkerbell in a black bustier and forest nymph wings with drag queen-esque make-up at a Neverland/Lost Boys-themed birthday party? Don't do it. I learned that lesson last weekend at my "Age of Jesus" (ahem, 33) birthday party at O.P. Rockwell on Saturday night when someone apparently named "Aaron Paul" (you might know him) and his crew came into the bar and lounged in the velvet couches in the corner. He gave me the look of death and said, "What did you just say? Did you really just ask me for meth? Why do you think I would do meth?!" Oops. I followed it up with, "Are you guys here for a birthday party?!" with a big smile...when I really wanted to say, "The only reason you're here is because it's my birthday party, punk!" (it's off-season in Park City and good ol' Scott Thompson is my bud). Kindness wins. I'm the idiot for asking him for meth (which, by the way, I didn't really want and never have done...just say "NO" to drugs - thank you, D.A.R.E.).

One of the best things about life on this earth is that we are constantly able to learn and grow. It's the best gift the Universe could give us. For instance: if you see him in the bar, don't go up to Aaron Paul and ask him for Crystal Meth. That's one of those lessons. In my time on this planet, I've learned a few more, which I shared last year at this time. Since I shared those lessons, I've started to compile a list of "things that make me unlikely to trust you" which include the following:

  1. Bluetooth headsets
  2. Neck pillows on planes
  3. Mountain Dew-drinking (especially in the morning)
  4. Opting for AC vs. windows down on roadtrips
  5. Aversion to short-haired chicks
  6. Kid leashes
  7. A man who doesn't oblige when I ask him if I can cup his beard
  8. Anyone who doesn't smile when they see what I wrote on the back of my credit card ("ID Me, FOOL")
  9. Men who wear foundation when they're hungover and trying to hide it
  10. Vegans (except for Chelsea)
  11. Men who have weak stomachs...I have specifics, but I'm trying to be PC here - sort of.

Also, and a bit more seriously, I'll add to my list an important lesson I've learned in a poignant manner in the last 12 months. Don't waste time with people who don't want to spend their time with you. You deserve to be appreciated and loved like the special human that you are. Add to that: true, pure love is not suffocating...it's the most freeing feeling you'll ever experience.

What does Jesus have to do with it?! Well, he was apparently 33 when he died. To me, I think 33 makes me think a bit more...spend less time on the things that don't matter...the people that don't matter. But it also makes you more grateful and loving and sensitive to the things that do matter. That's pretty special.

What was with the the Neverland/Lost Boys Theme? We're all searching...some of us with more intention than others. We're all on a journey and some of us are more lost than others. However, we're all trying to navigate and find our way in this beautiful mess called life. That's what unites us, and that's cool. One day at a time. One foot in front of the other. Baby steps. Patience. I'm learning, but I'm moving slowly. When I have a rough day or an off interaction, I remind myself that we're all doing the best we can with the tools we have. That helps me to find empathy in most situations.

So, even though I think Aaron Paul should carry around blue rock candy in his pocket with a water gun, I'll be empathetic because I can imagine how annoying it is for fans to come up and ask for crystal meth. Especially when they don't even watch TV. Or actually know who he is in the first place. And they're wearing forest nymph wings and drag queen-esque make-up.

Always learning, always growing...even if it's in Neverland,

Megan

Seattle in 24 Hours via Serendipity

Megan Harrod

You might be wondering why I traveled to Seattle for 24 hours a couple of weeks ago. A collaborative effort with the talented Gina Marie, we stood in front of a panel of 13 fashion industry people and painted a picture that what a little (but not quite) something along the lines of...

"Allow me to give you some context for the reason I stand before you...I met Gina Moorhead via a serendipitous series of events that all began with 1,000 condoms in my face (a dress fashioned out of 1,000 condoms at a Planned Parenthood event in Minneapolis), which led to an Ethnotek trunk show at Cliche and a coffee at Urban Bean with an invite to the Tribe and eventually blossomed into a business relationship over a burrito bowl after bikram yoga. On a hot day. Like 100 degrees, after 100 yogis in 100 degrees together. Sweaty. And delicious. And serendipitous.

What initially drew me to Gina was her innate passion for creating beautiful things with meaning. After all, what you wear says something about you. What connected us was our shared curiosities. We are travelers...magic seekers...explorers who travel with intention and a compass but understand the value in getting lost along the way. To settle into the space of unknown and just be...to trust...that we'll not only find our way, but see sights far more grand and have experiences far more meaningful. For all of these reasons...I think it's safe to say Gina and I would be characters in her Caldwell Collection, Fall 16/17."

Rewind.

Burrito bowl=brain food. I had this idea. The idea was ready-to-travel, sophisticated yet functional, modern clothing designs with textiles sourced sustainably from around the globe. Fast forward a few months and — Voilà! — Gina launched the Vietnam Collection. So cool. My insanely creative fashion design-studying little sis Mikaela Youngblood met Gina with me in what we shall deem, "the night of the condoms" as well...and began to build a relationship with Gina. That relationship has now turned into an apprenticeship this summer and a trip to Vietnam to learn all about sourcing, her cut and sew operation, and more. We are threads woven into the fabric of life, creating a beautiful pattern of connection. Right??

A couple of weeks ago Gina called me, "Hey, what are you doing in a few days? Want to help me pitch my line for the the Independent Designer Runway Show to kick-off Fashion Week at The Bellevue Collection?" Um, yes. So to Seattle I went for a pseudo-weekend. Enter: Seattle, in 24 hours and enter: the Caldwell Collection.

It had been a while since I had pitched to a panel, but I channeled my agency days and did my best to make Gina proud. Gina was there, too. On my iPad in my clutch from India. I carried her in with me. Together with our beautiful model Nida and a few nerves, we shared the story of the Caldwell Collection. It was FUN.

Not only did Gina remind me how much I love to story tell about beautiful creations designed by the insanely talented people in my life, but she and the Caldwell Collection also reminded me of all of the things that make me uniquely me. Curiosity. Passion. Exploration. Thank you, Gina Marie, for stoking the creative fire within me and teaching me a lesson about the power of a vision and a team of passionate women. What a gift.

Take a LOOK BOOK:

And, finally...the poem that captivated me and has been swirling in my wanderlust mind since Seattle...

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,”
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,
Never afraid are we!”
So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam,
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home:
‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be;
And some folk thought ‘twas a dream they’d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.
— Eugene Field

Moral of the story: never underestimate the impact of 1,000 condoms in your face...or the power of connection, a smile and a simple greeting. It could take you to Seattle via a serendipitous series of events.

Much love and gratitude,

Megan