There's just nothing like it.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Heavy Positives
January 26th: Ever have the feeling that all of your life sections - job, friends, love, family, personal - can be going great and then one little thing goes wrong in one little area and everything falls apart? It's strange how much weight human behavior puts on the negative, making it sometimes seem impossible to see the light at the end of the tunnel or remember how great everything else is going besides this tiny hiccup.
I am taking a stand against the negative. Today was a good day. Work is exhausting but extremely gratifying, I'm making new friends but keeping the old, and the parental relationship continues to grow and flourish to something of real comfort. Then came the hiccup...and there went my mood. I sat with it for an hour, allowing the feeling of disappointment to sink in a bit. Then, I remembered all the great around which my life revolves. My brilliant, driven friends and loved ones, my beautiful and powerful mother, my supportive family, this breathtaking city, a future illuminated in wonder and hope. The negative news that I received didn't hold even the tiniest of candles to the rest of my wonderful story, and here I was letting it bog me down.
So tonight, I will sleep dreaming of all of the good, all of the unknown, and none of the petty bad. I am a strong believer in things happening for worthwhile reasons and the reality that life isn't perfect. With that in mind, I will think of the imperfect, but utterly fabulous, forces that surround me. What could be bad? Certainly not this little life of mine.
Good night moon.
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I am taking a stand against the negative. Today was a good day. Work is exhausting but extremely gratifying, I'm making new friends but keeping the old, and the parental relationship continues to grow and flourish to something of real comfort. Then came the hiccup...and there went my mood. I sat with it for an hour, allowing the feeling of disappointment to sink in a bit. Then, I remembered all the great around which my life revolves. My brilliant, driven friends and loved ones, my beautiful and powerful mother, my supportive family, this breathtaking city, a future illuminated in wonder and hope. The negative news that I received didn't hold even the tiniest of candles to the rest of my wonderful story, and here I was letting it bog me down.
So tonight, I will sleep dreaming of all of the good, all of the unknown, and none of the petty bad. I am a strong believer in things happening for worthwhile reasons and the reality that life isn't perfect. With that in mind, I will think of the imperfect, but utterly fabulous, forces that surround me. What could be bad? Certainly not this little life of mine.
Good night moon.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
1.20.09
This guy, getting ready for some world Obamanation.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Brand New Look
A few months ago, I was having coffee with a college acquaintance turned alumni sister, having spent the summer together surviving and thriving in New York City. In a last minute turn of events, she had packed up her car and fled the city in search of palm trees and ease, landing in Los Angeles. Around the same time, I was dragged kicking and screaming to LaGuardia Airport, forced to leave NYC and return to school. When we sat down to our croissants and nonfat lattes, it was like looking in a reverse mirror. She wanted odd jobs, zero commitment and the quest for something unknown. I wanted a paycheck, a place to hang my things, I would have even taken a puppy if I'd planned on being home from my kick ass career long enough to take care of it. We laughed in the face of our differences, pleasantly surprised that it hadn't kept us from growing close and sharing our dreams and stories.
Fast forward to this week. I arrived in New York at the end of last month and have been searching the Internet desperately for the answer to my prayers - the beloved job. I wrote heartfelt cover letters, critiqued my resume to death, and crossed fingers and toes under the covers at night. I had spent the fall giving myself mini pep talks. "You are intelligent. You are worthy. I believe in you. Good come to those who deserve it." And then...nothing. After spending 12 hours feeling depressed, so confused and lacking self confidence, I woke up with a new outlook. I was applying to every job that fit in my qualifications box. If it asked for a "self starter with strong work ethic and the ability to multi task, preferably a public relations or communications major" I was all over it. What I wasn't all over was the reality on hand. Was I really prepared to take a job, just because I matched the description and qualifications? I realized that as much as I wanted a steady salary, the freedom to stand on my own two feet, and the opportunity to put these 18 years of schooling to the test, I wasn't ready to commit. Best part? I don't need to.
I start a temporary job tomorrow that will pay me in experience, networking, and of course, cold hard cash. After that, I'll be on to conquer another area of interest, an internship or another short term job. I have found fellowship and training programs in fields that I am passionate about, subjects that I yearn to learn more from. I'm excited to take life one step at a time and see where it takes me. Ironically enough, the L.A. friend called me tonight to tell me that she just got a full time job. And I couldn't be happier for both of us. How's that for a reverse mirror?
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Fast forward to this week. I arrived in New York at the end of last month and have been searching the Internet desperately for the answer to my prayers - the beloved job. I wrote heartfelt cover letters, critiqued my resume to death, and crossed fingers and toes under the covers at night. I had spent the fall giving myself mini pep talks. "You are intelligent. You are worthy. I believe in you. Good come to those who deserve it." And then...nothing. After spending 12 hours feeling depressed, so confused and lacking self confidence, I woke up with a new outlook. I was applying to every job that fit in my qualifications box. If it asked for a "self starter with strong work ethic and the ability to multi task, preferably a public relations or communications major" I was all over it. What I wasn't all over was the reality on hand. Was I really prepared to take a job, just because I matched the description and qualifications? I realized that as much as I wanted a steady salary, the freedom to stand on my own two feet, and the opportunity to put these 18 years of schooling to the test, I wasn't ready to commit. Best part? I don't need to.
I start a temporary job tomorrow that will pay me in experience, networking, and of course, cold hard cash. After that, I'll be on to conquer another area of interest, an internship or another short term job. I have found fellowship and training programs in fields that I am passionate about, subjects that I yearn to learn more from. I'm excited to take life one step at a time and see where it takes me. Ironically enough, the L.A. friend called me tonight to tell me that she just got a full time job. And I couldn't be happier for both of us. How's that for a reverse mirror?
Thursday, January 8, 2009
From A to Z
Anthropologie is amazing on unparalleled levels. If I could have an entire home outfitted with bedding, kitchenware, nik naks, not to mention a closet or three filled with beyond beautiful clothing, the stylish side of life would be complete. One of my favorite items in store are the alphabet mugs. From dainty tea cups to industrial sized mugs, letters A through Z are available. This 20 ounces a morning girl picks the larger size, painted with a "Z" of course. While playing around on Google today, I found a picture that encompasses this site perfectly. So much so that I should use it as the icon, but because I have a purple flower addiction, I will post it here for all to admire. And with mugs retailing at $6, everyone can go out and find their personal piece.
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Definition: Recessionista
Recessionista: A person who is able to stick to a tight budget while still managing to dress stylishly.
As in...She's superstylish, always able to buy a round of drinks and still seems to be wearing a new outfit every time you see her. She's a recessionista, that New York marvel who's a magnet for a good deal. And in this economy, she's got a lot to teach us.
In times such as these, being called a "recessionista" should be taken as the best of compliments. While I'll be the first to wish to support couture, there are ways to do so without breaking the piggy bank or making it impossible to pay next month's rent. Many designers are catching on to the trend too...launching contemporary lines and designing for Target and H&M. The idea of producing great clothes in great fabrics for the consumer audience is spreading, as it means more exposure for a lesser price, without losing any caliber.
Until the economy goes on the upswing, is it environmentally and financially friendly to stick to cheap, consignment or already hanging in the closet. Because after all, if we're such fashionistas, shouldn't we be able to put together a this season look with last season's pieces? I thought so.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Fresh Start, Clean Page
January 6: Stay organized. Whether you're a list maker, rely on a day planner or a Blackberry, put a precedent on keeping your head on straight. This month is not only about the resolutions we're hoping to keep, but also the opportunity to prepare ourselves for the year ahead. No matter if you're planning to volunteer at a soup kitchen bi-monthly, trying to stick to that no refined sugar diet, or penciling in some just for you time, writing things down engages the memory and gives visual proof to prevent plate overfilling...there are only so many lines in that Filofax! Being able to reflect on your schedule can also remind you of what you like to do, and what you need more time for. At least for the first month of the new year, make sure you're #1.
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