Hey there kids! Long time no talk. I peaced out of the blog world for God knows how long, mainly because I didn’t think I had anything unique, witty or entertaining enough to say.
But then I stopped and thought about it. Isn’t that what a blog is all about? Writing about your life, from whichever angle you so choose to frame it, and (hopefully) striking a chord with someone, somewhere?
The blogs I read and love aren’t the ones that have profound, complex novellas every.single.day. Frankly, that would bore me. The ones I love are funny, personal, and yea, can go pretty deep. But they also reveal the little pieces of a person’s life, the good/bad/boring, that are refreshing and REAL.
That’s the new approach. Writing, for me, is like therapy. I’ve been out of therapy for too long (well, actually, my therapist dumped me, but that’s another story for another day). So time to get back in the saddle.
I’m going to write about what’s on my mind, and my mind is kind of all over the place, so consider that a PSA. I’ve been a bit creatively constipated as of late, so a verbal laxative is in order. Was that gross? Sorry!!!
A hell of a lot has happened in the past year. This month marks my 2-year anniversary in NYC (holy hell), and I recently celebrated my 25th birthday (holier hell). I think there’s a New York City syndrome where every year feels like 10. Life is on speed here, and with the sheer amount of opportunities and things to do, people to meet – you turn around and wonder how it all happened in this itty bitty amount of time. Let’s take a stroll through some of the highlights from this past year alone, shall we?
1. Starting a new job.
I moved to New York with an internship-turned-job in fashion, that was great for a while. Until it wasn’t. I took the Holstee to heart and quit. I supported myself with some freelance writing gigs for few months, but quickly realized that while freelance is fun (in theory), I need structure of some kind. Or else I’ll sit around all day staring at the walls and reassuring myself that, somewhere in the world, it’s 5 o’clock, so pouring a cocktail is completely acceptable.
My new job is with an incredible online design store, and for the first time, I’m starting to feel like a real, live adult. In no way does that mean that I feel like I know what I’m doing, but I’m getting there – and that must count for something.
2. Getting a spontaneous tattoo with my best friend.
Yes, friendship tattoos. We went there. And I wouldn’t have done it with anyone else.
3. Perfected the art of brunching
Any meal consumed on a non-workday with people you care about is enough to be happy over. Throw in eggs and Bloody Marys? Done.
3. Finding yoga, then falling in love with it.
Before this year, I was still in the mindset that if my butt wasn’t on a machine in the gym, I was being lazy. I had tried yoga, but could never fully get into it. This year, finding a yoga studio I truly love flipped my gym obsession on its behind. My body feels so much stronger with 3-4 weekly power vinyasa classes than it ever did with tedious elliptical/treadmill sessions, and the emotional benefits are too great to ever turn my back on.
3. Finding true friends.
Despite being surrounded by people all of the time, finding key people – friends you just know will be major players in your life – isn’t easy. In a city where acquaintances are easy to come by, trust is a tougher thing to find. This year, I’m finding individuals who’ve taught me so many things about both myself and the world. I’m beyond lucky. As much as I love my alone time, there is nothing that can compare to sharing an experience with someone.
Glad to be back at this blogging thing. It’s been too long.