Monday, October 15, 2012

something smart...

Found this today... makes you think:

1. Surround yourself with people who are smarter than you and move out of their way.
If you feel like you know everything, you’re wrong. I know what I don’t know and then I find partners who can teach me. A perfect example is my partnership with Patrick Whitesell, my co-CEO at WME. While we take on different roles at the company and focus on different things, we share the same goals and at the end of the day, we’re working toward the same end. That’s been the key to our success.
2. The only constant in business is change. Get comfortable with it.
When I started in the business, there were four broadcast networks and 19 cable networks. Now there are five broadcast networks, 117 cable networks, Netflix, Hulu, YouTube, HBOGo, iTunes, Amazon Prime, VOD – the list goes on and on. Next year there will be more distribution platforms, and in ten years the landscape will have shifted another 180 degrees. The business is changing quickly, and the only way to succeed is to change with it. I always tell my colleagues, there is no such thing as a traditional talent agent anymore. It’s about pushing beyond that 10% commission and finding opportunity where it didn’t exist before.
3. Fail often, fail quickly.
Nobody fucks up like I do, but you’ll never succeed unless you take risks. Big ones. In 2009, we took Endeavor, a company that was doing incredibly well, and merged it with the oldest talent agency in the world. From a cultural and organizational standpoint, it was a big risk. People had their doubts. But we had a vision and a lot of help from very smart people (see #1.) Three years later, our business is stronger, our bench is deeper and smarter, and our deal-making is more innovative. It’s a better company – period. You have to lead by example if you want to promote a culture where risk-taking is rewarded.
4. Your schedule makes you dumber.
Force yourself outside of your daily schedule. Be curious and take time to learn about worlds outside of the one you live in. Watch the news, read the paper, educate yourself. Don’t be afraid to call people you don’t know, start a conversation, and ask for things you need. At the very least, you’ll be more interesting. At the most, you’ll take your business in new and bigger directions.
5. You only get one shot – make it count.
I learned this the painful way. After being hit by a car and lying face-down in the middle of Wilshire Boulevard, I was confronted with a whole lot more than my mortality. Take advantage of each day that’s given to you and do something to move the needle on your business, even if it’s just an inch. You’ve heard it before, but life is not a dress rehearsal. Don’t waste your time (or mine.)
6. Good ideas rule all.
In the end, it’s all about creative ideas and content – it’s the lifeblood of our business. I’m fortunate enough to work with the writers, directors, musicians and actors who are defining culture with their voices. It’s why I come to work in the morning. In 100 years, when the world looks different, and we communicate in new ways, and we have more devices and platforms and distribution methods, I believe great artistry will still matter most.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Cold Days and Friday night Hoorays

Well,  got the first taste of winter the past few days. It's on it's way- and honestly- it makes me shiver just thinking about it. I don't know if its me, or genetics, or a pre-disposition.... but the cold weather has started to make my body actually hurt. Not like on the ground, can't move type of hurt- but ache hurt. They type of ache that makes me whiny and needy. And when I get whiny and needy- it's no fun for anyone. When we were younger , actually, even now, my mom has always said 'when momma aint happy, nobody's happy', and basically that's what I am like when I am cold. If I am cold and unhappy.... no one is going to be happy. The green monster comes out of me and I become a raging terror.

Just one of those things about me... I should come with a warning sign during the winter, "if I look cold, or am actually shaking, beware. I will bite your head off.'

In other news.... T and I hosted Friday night dinner this weekend. We piled 9 people into our apartment, 'rented' (aka bought from Home Depot and then later returned) a long table and chairs, cooked a chicken dish, some bottles of wine, and invited good friends. It turned out pretty well- other than the thought that we were literally eating in our bedroom. That part was a little weird, but having everyone come over to our apartment and just have dinner, was so refreshing. We had been talking about hosing our friends for awhile- but after 6 months of living here, we finally got around to it. Will probably turn in to a monthly thing, at least I hope. Getting together for dinner, getting dressed up, lighting the candles- there is nothing nicer than Friday night dinners. Gives me a chance to unwind from the week, hang out with friends... and of course, give me an excuse to drink an excessive amount of wine and not have to go out to a bar later (and not have to go outside... it was so cold!). Our friends all brought different dishes, and all in all, the night was exactly what I was looking for.

All in all, Friday night dinners have officially been reinstated in the T&B household.

This weekend has turned into a drinking fest. Wine Friday night, and then a hard cider festival on Saturday night.... which I can say has turned into a slow moving Sunday morning. To that point, T finally woke up and said (this is a quote....) "No more drinking. Too much drinking."

Aka time for me to watch a movie and veg.

Peace love and hangover recovery,
B

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Healthy Rights. Get your smoke out of my face

I am all about people doing what makes them happy, even if it something that harms themselves. If they choose to do bad things to themselves (like smoking), but do not inflict harm onto others, than that is their own choice. But I do have a problem when someone else's unhealthy habit effects me. I do alot to keep myself healthy. I exercise daily, I eat healthy, I try and do things that are good for my body- like not smoking. It is my choice to not smoke. I choose to not inhale smoke, or be around smokers.

If you want to smoke in your own home, all power to you. If you want to smoke in your own personal car, right on. But when you choose to smoke on the side walk, standing next to me, and blow your smoke, in MY face- into MY healthy lungs, and clog MY nose with your smoke, that's when I have a problem. Not only do I find it personally offensive when someone blows their smoke in my face when waiting for the light to change, I find it disgusting- you can do what you want to your body, but don't impeded on my right to a healthy life. 

Where did this rant come from? This morning, on my lovely 2.5 mile walk to work, my lovely crisp fall air was polluted at 44th and 2nd by a short, snotty girl who decided to blow her disgusting smoke in my face. When I asked her if she could step to the side and not blow in my face, she looked at me and said, 'well, it's a free sidewalk.' and turned around. It took all my strength to not punch a bitch (sorry grandma if you are reading this). Instead of inflicting physical harm onto this extremely rude girl, I said back, "It is a free side walk, and natural air, what you are doing is gross." Might now have been the nicest, or the best zinger i could come up with, but it was better than punching her I suppose.

Lesson learned, next time, I'll punch her.

Peace, love and keeping myself healthy (and out of jail for physical assault on a smoker),
B


Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Chocolate sayings

Ever since last holiday time (back in ATL) I made a vow to try and eat a dark chocolate piece every day. I heard somewhere that it was healthy good for me. I don't eat one every day, but I would say at least once a week.

Today, I had one, and on the inside of the wrapper was a saying, "Take time to notice the color of the leaves changing." Not sure why, but it struck a cord. A little of it might be because its the 11th anniversary of 9/11, the seasons have started changing, and this morning was picture perfect, but I was in too much a rush to actually appreciate it. I woke up an hour later than planned (I turned off my alarm in my sleep), ran around my apartment like a mad woman, didnt blow dry my hair, didn't make the bed... but I will say, I was able to leave the apartment with a lunch. A lunch that my amazing and extremely sneaky boyfriend made for me last night and left in the fridge with a note. I saw it this morning, and just though, 'Wow.... just wow'. And ran out the door.

Now after seeing my chocolate quote of the day, after eating my delicious sandwich, and after getting back from a quick walk about the block-  This day, reminds me how amazing it is to live the life I do, love the people I do.....I am going to walk home from work today also- just to soak it all in.

Peace, Love, and Enjoying,
B

Monday, September 10, 2012

What to do....On the first day of Fall

Who ever took down the GoDaddy server.... you suck. I love my new job. It rocks. I depend on sending out e-mails, getting in touch with people, and sending them off onto a new job path. I rely on a few things to do my job:
a) LinkedIn
b) e-mail (in any form, on my phone, on the computer, anywhere so I can get messages)
c) phone

If one of these things goes down- I have a problem.

And today... someone decided (that someone clearly was not me), BY CHOICE, to take down the whole GoDaddy server. What do I have to say to this one person- why?? Just why.

You could have taken down my Facebook, or a random news site, and that would have been just fine with me. But no, on my Monday, the start of my week- the day I use to get into the grove, you take it down. As Stephanie from Full House would say, How Rude.

In other news, today marked the first day of fall in my books. The weather was amazing. Clear blue skies, a chill in the air that put a pep in my step. People here say fall is amazing, and this morning I could see why. Its getting me pretty excited for the next 2 months.... but then I realized, after fall comes winter.... that will be a different discussion for a different day.

Lesson for today: its not so much a lesson, more so a general rule of thumb, if you have the chance to balitently ruin someones day.... just don't. Its not nice.

Peace, love and refreshing my e-mail every 5 minutes,
B

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

I know, I know

I know- its been a while. I know I made a promise to write EVERY day. I know that I just haven't. And I am not even going to make an excuse for myself. All I am going to say is.. It happens- that little thing called my life. And in my 365 days of this year, I have had a complete turn around.

Here's whats been going on in my life-

- New job, has completely changed my life. There are not enough words that I cant type to describe the turn around in my overall well being. Media planning was just not for me, and that's fine. Media recruiting, having the potential to make more money, having  the potential to help another person, having the potential to just do more, has turned on a motivation in me that I never even knew existed.

- T has started traveling 3 days a week- which is not my favorite thing in the world. But over the past few weeks, I have now been forced to think about things I like to do with my free time. What have I discovered? That I really want to learn how to cook better. So I have started finding recipes on pinterest and just trying them. So far, haven't messed them up too bad- but practice makes perfect. I make a pretty mean banana bread (in my opinion....), so I figure I could master a few other things .

- My mom came in to visit this past weekend for Labor Day. Her and I have not spent a few days alone together in quite some time, and it was much  needed. As she liked to say, we saw all of the very important museums in the city, aka Bloomingdale's, TJ Maxx and all the shops in Manhattan we could walk to. We ate our way through the city, and even made friends with our waiters who gave us after dinner drinks, on the house- who doesn't like that confidence booster?

-Zumba has become my new challenge. Lets just say, I do not have the best rhythm, but, I am going to get better. I'm determined. Yes, this white Jewish girl is going to be good at Zumba. My hips don't lie, and right now, they are saying- this chick can't dance for shit.

-In the past 3 months, I have sailed on the Hudson twice- summers in NYC are unlike anything I have ever seen. Summer here is like heaven- people leave work early to go day drink. If its nice out, no way will people stay in the office past 4. The time between Memorial Day and Labor Day is the no work zone. I guess when most of the year is cold, rainy, snowy, and gloomy, you learn to appreciate the nice weather even more. I'm not going to fight it. I believe there is the phrase that says, 'if you cant beat em, join em,' This is a trend I have no problem fighting

That basically recaps the past few weeks (more like months, saying weeks makes me feel better about my absence). As always, I am going to try and write more- but no promises.

One thing I will say, 106 days into my 365- not a dull moment.

Peace, Love, and cant believe its been 106 days since my birthday,
B

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Feeling home...

Finally, once i landed in nyc after 8 hours of traveling, i made it back to nyc. A funny thing came over me in the can on the way back to my apartment. When i saw the city, for the first time ever, i felt at home. Im not sure if its the exhaustion from traveling or lack of sleep from working, or maybe this city has actually grown on me, but for now, its my homd. Before, it was home because T was here... But now i can honestly say, its home.

Peace, love and a realization,
B

Air port delays..

Well, after 5 days in minneapolis working with my parents... Its finally time to head back to nyc. My bed is waitib, but so am i. My flight has been delayed so far for 5 hours and still counting. What have i learned? I really dont think i could travel full time... Ever.

But big things ahead for me. I have the next 2 days off, and then mondy i start my new adventure and job... After working for my parents for a weekend, and working with people instead of a computer screen, my anticipaton for my new job grew even more. Im a people person. Through and through...

Hopefully well take off soon 

Peace, love and ready to leave minneapolis,
B

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Break Downs

So. I had a break down this morning. Total over reaction. About what, I have no idea.

But when I say break down, I mean sitting in my apartment, alone, crying for no reason. Maybe its the overwhelming feeling of change, alot of change in a short period of time. Or maybe its my hormones, but most likely, its both.

But I just sat there this morning, on skype with T (because of course, he is out of town for work)- crying, at 8AM. Gotta love the roller coaster of emotions. I will say, after crying my eyes out for about 20 minutes, I did feel a whole lot better- but what does that solve? Nothing. There was nothing wrong, but maybe just the release of the tears, release of emotions. Sometimes I feel like my tears are everything I want to say, but cannot put into words, they come out all at once, and then I close right back up, building up the tears until the next explosion.

I need to start working on expressing myself more, and releasing my true emotions- something i have tried to work on in the past but always seem to fail.

Lesson for the day: I just have to cry,. and I dont care if it seems weak. Big girls cry too.

peace, love and finding some dark chocolate to soothe myself,
B

Thursday, July 5, 2012

its been a few days

So, its been a few days. And man, a few days it has been. Well... I have put in my 2 weeks notice at my current job and moving on. I just learned that what I was doing, media planning, was not for me. I am not a numbers person, I am no someone who can be behind a computer all day, buried in an excel document. There is noting wrong with some people loving it, because there are plenty of people who love it, just not me. So, on to the next one.

Its a funny story. I had been on the hunt for a new job for a few weeks (so lets track this back to the beginning of June). I had gone on a few interviews, but nothing to get to excited about. The biggest problem I had in all the media planner interviews and job opportunities, was that, in all honestly, I wasn't excited. The jobs sounded exactly like what I had been doing, and I already knew I wasnt happy, so, I know this was bad, but I didn't put in 100%. Totally not like me. But then a friend suggested me to a small recruiting agency to get help with finding a job. I took his advice and gave them a call.

During the meeting with the recruiters, I started asking them questions about what they do... and basically turned the meeting around into a question session about recruiting. And what happened next, blew me out of the water. They asked me if I was interested in recruiting, because they were hiring. Without any hesitation, I said yes. This was an out of body expierance I had never had before. I said yes before I could even think about it, there was a push for me to just say yes. I listened to my gut, came back for an interview, and fast forward to now, I am starting a week from Monday.

Woah. that's all I have to say. What a change, and what an adventure. This would happen to me. I have helped a few of my friends get jobs, and have had a lot of friends come to me or advice on finding jobs- and truly, I loved helping them, so why not make money at something I already know I enjoy?

So whats the lesson I have learned? My gut feeling, sometimes, not always, but sometimes will lead me to things I had never imagined.

peace, love, and excited for this adventure,
b

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Hot

Its hot. everywhere. I sat on a bench yesterday, literally just sitting, and i started to sweat. How is this possible? Well, because the city has basically turned into one big, smelly, oven. Even in the morning, its hot. Blah. Just gross.

June 29th, Day 8: if its hot- I am just going to stay inside as much as possible. its not worth it.

peace, love, and sweaty
b

Friday, June 29, 2012

Beer Pong

This is in no way deep- or meaningful.

But.

2 years out of college, my beer pong skills are lacking. I use to be a champ. We had a work outing last night, and I thought I would rock out. But, no.

So, June 28th, Day 8: Never, ever, ever again let my beer pong skills get rusty. Its embarrassing, and then looks bad on IU. So, Indiana, I apologize for my horrible talent last night.

Peace, love and struggle Friday,
b

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Microwave everything

Did you know, that essentially, everything is microwaveable. meals from last week, cookies, and even baked potatoes

June 28, Day 7: Baked potatoes taste just fine after 10 minutes in the microwave. And yes, a baked potato can be a meal.

peace, love and scraping for late night dinners,
b

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Running Late

June 26, Day 5:

without fail, the days I am running late (like this morning), are the same days that there will be construction, delays, detours or someone sick on the train ahead of mine, so my train will be late. So... lesson here, if I am already 10 minutes late, I might as well count on being 30 minutes late.

This has been a reoccurring trend while living in NYC. A very smart friend of mine once told me that, "The city runs on its own time, it does not care about your plans." And its true. I use to get frustrated about it, almost on the brink of wanting to stomp my feet on the ground and throw a tantrum- a full out tantrum, like a 5 year old. But right at the edge of no return, every time, I either see a clown on the subway, on its way to work, a little kid with sunscreen all over its face on the way to summer camp, or my personal favorite, the tourist- and all of a sudden, its ok. Because I realize then... I am actually back living in NYC, and actually enjoying it.

There is no controlling NYC, just have to learn to roll with its punches, and laugh when you want to cry. Giggle when you see a rat in the subway. Dance when you get caught in the rain without an umbrella. And of course, smile and nod when you see a unicycle riding down 2nd avenue. You are in NYC after all. 


peace, love, and back on city time,
B

Monday, June 25, 2012

and... Now I am 24

Happy late birthday, to myself ;)- And thanks to everyone for the well wishes and making my birthday special. For this birthday, I was in Maine all weekend with my main man, T. It was amazing to say the least. Maine is truly beautiful, and if you have a chance to go- I highly recommend going to York Harbor. Its breath taking. I can successfully say that I ate my way through  Maine. It's called Vacation land, but man, they know their food. Every meal there was out of this world, the real deal.

But to stay true to my word, of documenting my '365 days to a mature 25,' (which is a lesson within it self.. its kind of hard to document my life, when I am out living it- but it has to happen- I have to prove my point) ... I have to start at the beginning, so here are the first 3 lessons (all learned while wandering around the East Coast):

June 22, Day 1: when you are running on vacation time, running late is alright- and if you don't have anywhere to be, but where you are, there is no rush. T and I got lost, stuck in traffic, and stuck in a storm during our trip up to Maine. But we realized, there was no one to meet, we did not have a time schedule- so who cares?

June 23, Day 2: I need to sleep in a bed. We went camping the second night in Maine... and I realized around 4AM that although my mind may still be very, very immature, my body is not quite there anymore, and I need to sleep in a bed... not on the hard grounds of Maine.

June 24, Day 3: Being in love, really in it, is written all over my face- I can't hide it, its in everything I do- and something worth waiting around for. Its contagious. And I love every second of it. Every second of the crazy, fun, sweet, at times frustrating, and infatuation love. There is no feeling like it.

June 25, Day 4: Calories do not count on vacation. Ever. Enough said. The gym will be there tomorrow morning.

Peace, love, and on to Day 5,
B

Thursday, June 21, 2012

who was Anne Frank?

During my lunch today, I decided to site outside on a bench on the Hudson River. It felt like 100 degrees outside, but under a tree next to the water with a breeze (yes, a hot, almost smelly breeze, but a breeze), it wasn't so bad. I have been reading Anne Frank for about 3 weeks now, and wanted to take the lunch hour to myself, and finish it outside, get out of the office and away from the creme colored walls that surround me all day. Reading the last 20 or so pages outside, in public, was probably not the best idea I have ever had... but it already happened, and everyone saw me cry. Not the first time, and not the last.

I was hysterical reading the last few pages, I could not contain myself. This book, journal, that I was suppose to read  as a kid, has more of an effect on me now than I think it would have if I read it in middle school or high school. I have learned about the Holocaust my entire life, being religiously Jewish, growing up culturally Jewish, I have been to the Holocaust memorial in Israel and in Washington D.C, my grandmother and her sisters were Holocaust survives. All of that knowledge, and all of my learnings have come to a head, just today, during a hot Thursday afternoon lunch on the Hudson.

What I realized, what overcame me, is that Anne Frank, the 16 year old Jewish girl, was just living her life, day to day, dealing whit all of the problems normal 15 year old girls go through: fights with her parents, crushes on boys, changing, morphing and growing, yes, she could have become a great writer, who changed the world with her fictional stories. She was not a humanitarian, she was not a soldier, she was not a queen, she was a girl, trying to figure out her life, and just live it. And it was taken away from her- she was robbed of her future. No one on this earth has the right to take away someone else's future. That idea, that statement, I cannot get out of my mind.

How cruel can people be, and in all her struggle, near the end of her time in hiding, she even said, "It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart." Even with the terror right outside her door, and the threat of her future being stripped right from her hands, she had the faith in people, faith in the human. She saw the top of cruelty from her little window, and even then, she believed at the end, people are good. How amazing. Up until the day of her last entry, she kept growing, changing opinions, maturing, learning and absorbing everything.

In my head, we are all a bit of Anne Frank. And what I learned from her, listen to my undying craving for more and the understanding of my own internal struggle. She struggled to find who she was, going back and fourth, even having a "good Anne" and a "bad Anne" and the balancing act between the two.

What I am going to do in memory of Anne, and the other 6 million, never stop finding my 'more'. because Anne, and so many others, did not get the chance to continue their searching. Its the least I can do, as a Jewish woman, as a 23 year old, as a US citizen, as a human resident in our crazy and ever changing world. 

Peace, love and my more,
B

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

stop with facebook

recently I have been on a Facebook binge. I cannot stop. I check it so often, my news feed does not even have time to refresh. I am not sure if it is an addiction, or just an impulse. But it has GOT to stop. I have plenty of work to be doing, but its like taking a sip of water right now. I finish something at work, take a breath, check facebook, and go straight back to work without missing a beat. Weekends, I never check. Don't even have the scratch to check. But once Monday morning rolls around, its all i can think about.

My Facebook binging comes and goes- like waves. I have no idea what causes it, other than one day, I realize, shit, why am I on Facebook, AGAIN??? seriously, its not ok. I know I could care less what a random girl that I wasn't even friends with in high school is getting for her baby shower (she got preggo with some random guy, but for some reason, everyone in her circle (or it seems on Facebook), is treating the unborn kid like a king already- little does the unborn king know that his mom got knocked up after a one night stand. Like honestly, WHY DO I LOOK AND MAKE THESE STORIES UP IN MY HEAD?? No, I don't know if that is exactly what happened, but its the imaginative story I make up in my mind when I am browsing through the never ending pages of Facebook.......

Self improvement needed ASAP- aka Self Control.

Almost 24

The day is coming, SO CLOSE! In my few remaining days of being 23- the real last year of my "early" 20's, I cant help but wonder.... who the hell am I and where do my outrageous ideas for life come from?

When I was little, it was easy to be so bold and push the limits- because then people would just say, 'oh you have so much to learn, your young' but now... I still am bold and push the limits and this quality does not seem to be liked int he corporate day to day business. Its seen as 'too out there' and 'out of my place' and 'not your problem.'

Maybe I am not meant to be in the corporate world. I think eventually, I need to be in a space where I can act as my own boss. I work well in teams, but I do not work well when I cannot let my personality and 'out there-ness" shine. It feels like I am a bubble waiting to burst.

Yes, I would be that girl to be friends with clients and build a personal relationship (just like the little kid who use to make friends with their teachers- totally was me).... I am laid back, personable, and have ideas. Where can I use these attributes, that make me, me?

Lesson learning, and always learning: My brain never stops changing and thinking- but one things for sure- I want to always be outrageous, and I always want to be me- good, bad and different. Every day its different, and today, I am out there, needing more. Needing more for my 365 days to a 'mature' 25.

Peace, love and thinking,
B

p.s- T and I are going on an adventure Friday (yes, my actual birthday)- we're renting a car and driving to Maine... don't really have a plan other than camping on a beach on Saturday night. Looking to be a modern day Louis and Clark. Get away from the world for a few days and discover a new one. I'll tell you all about it... I can't wait!!!

Thursday, June 14, 2012

finally reading

Over the past few months, I have picked up a new hobby and relaxing pastime. A pastime that I wish I would have discovered YEARS ago. This past time (if you read the title of this blog) is reading. Recently, I have been reading and and everything I can get my hands on. Since I moved to New York, I have read 5 books, in 2 months time. That is more than I have read in the past 5 years!

The book I am reading now is, "The Diary of Anne Frank." Yes, the book we were all required to read in elementary school. Well, Seeing I was not the biggest reader, I never read it in elementary school, I honestly thought I was too cool to read. So ironic, isn't it? I wonder how much better my grades would have been, or what I would have been interested in when I was younger, if I only opened up my brain and read. Can't change that now, but what I can do is start reading all the books that were important in elementary, middle and high school. No cliff notes- read the whole book, cover to cover. There has to be some reason all my teachers wanted me to read them, I guess better late than never.

I just don't want my life to keep going, eventually (in many, many, moons from now) have kids and then tell them to read these books, and me have no idea what I am telling them to read. So might as well do it now, when I have the time, and even the interest to read them all. My commute is a big help for reading, and its much better than reading all the depressing news in the news paper.

So, lesson learned today, on trial day 7: Reading is important, it expands my mind, generates imagination, and really is food for the brain.....and if only I had discovered it sooner...But Better Late than Never, hats the real lesson learned today- better late than never 


Peace, Love, and making never, today,
B

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Power of Sleep

Last night, I was in bed, passed out, deaf to the world, at 9:30. I think the last time I went to bed at 9:30 was in college. When I say I was passed out- I mean, o-u-t. Lights were still on, T was still awake, reading, and I was gone, no waking me up. When my alarm clock went off at 6:20 AM, my eyes opened, and I felt fully refreshed, exactly what I needed to start the day.

So its really true what the doctors say, a full nights sleep is the best medicine. Lesson learned, trial day 6: to get a clearer vision, get a full 8 hours of blissful sleep. Life is just clearer with a full night sleep.

Peace, love, and sleepy time tea,
B

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Maybe Smile?

Something I learned today (and possible something an old co worker told me once)- no one has power over your mood. You are the only one who can control your mood. If everyone surrounding you is in a bad mood, that doesn't mean that you have to be in a bad mood too- bad moods are contagious- but then again, so are good moods. And wouldn't it be nice if everyone was just in a pleasant, overall good mood, all the time? That would be amazing.   I want to fly a flag over the entire city of New York that just says "Smile a Little."


If you just smile- for 20 seconds, to yourself, alone, while you read the rest of this paragraph, turn the frown upside down, I can guarantee that whatever bad mood you are in, will change in 20 seconds, to something better. People in New York frown too much. The number of girls I past on the street and in the subways with a huge frown on their faces makes me sad. Their lives can't possibly be so bad that their face is stuck in a frown.

Now stop- how does your mood feel? Any better, happy? More happy? I hope so


If the frowning people smiled, it would become a domino effect, people would be a little kinder, look nicer, and not put up this sign on their forehead that says, "Look out, I am a raging terror." Being in a bad mood, and complaining about your bad mood, just isn't attractive.

So lesson learned, trial day 6: Its just easier to smile- so why not do it? Everyone is prettier with a smile instead of a frown. Even if you have to practice at it every day, life it too short to have a frown on your face and let others dictate you mood. 


Peace, love and forever smiling,
B

Monday, June 11, 2012

Everyone's 2 cents

Everyone and their mother has an opinion. If I were to listen to everyone's opinions, all the time, I think i would still be in Georgia, never gone to Indiana for school, and possibly still trying to be an Olympic Swimmer (a dream that died about 15 years ago...)- But thankfully, for myself, I heard everyone's opinion, took in their advice- but then, in the end, didn't take it, I listened to myself.

I feel that there is a trick in there. I can hear everyone's advice, take the advice in, but in the end, if I don't listen to the advice, and go with my gut feeling, what I feel is right deep down in by stomach, that's ok. Call it stubborn, call it ignorant, call it what you want- but i call it doing whats best for me.

I hit a very big milestone today, came to a realization in being comfortable with myself, and learning to trust my own initiative and gut feelings. I think this is a HUGE break through in finding my "mature" self- trusting myself and trusting my judgement. 

Sometimes, I tend to be irrational, and make decisions on the fly, but know what? All those irrational decisions, all those times that I probably should have "thought" before I "did" have gotten me where I am- and I would never go back and "think" about them if I had the chance. 

Very big mature lesson learned today, trial day 5: Hear advice of your elders, digest their advice, and possibly listen to the advice, but the real advice that matters, the real opinion that matters- is your own. Be bold, be trusting, and over all, be secure in your own decisions. 

Peace, love, and learning to trust myself to take jumps, 

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Liberating

Today was a big day for my love. Today was the day that he has finally cut up his family credit card. Its official that he is on his own- no back up emergency card. And I have to say- watching him cut up the credit card with a sharp pair of scissors was enthralling. It was almost as if he was breaking free. Finally, after all this time. His job has picked up, he can stand on his own two feet- and the look in his eyes when he took the last cut was pure excitement for the future.

So lesson for the day, trial day 4: financial freedom, being able to stand on your own two feet- is beyond liberating. It takes some time- but its part of growing up- and a ritual that everyone should go though.

I know there are people who will never go through this process, that will always have the support of someone else- but something I have learned in the past 2 years, and yet again today, the ability to stand alone, financially, is freeing, and ultimately, maturing.

peace,love, and cutting up credit cards,
b

Saturday, June 9, 2012

All the bars

Trial day 3: In New York City, there is a bar for everything. And if one bar is crowded, there is one right down the street that will be just as fun.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Lemonade

Trial run, day 2: It really is true, but hard to remember. When life hands you lemons, there's nothing to do but make lemonade. Because if you don't, all you have is rotten lemons, and that's just gross.

But in all seriousness, the point it, with every bad and miserable situation, there is a shining light at the end of the tunnel. The trick is, I have found, is to find the light even if it seems impossible. Keep searching and searching, never giving up.

There are change winds coming my way..... ones that have kind of swept me from under my feet, from out of nowhere. Mysterious, I know. In time, the change will come out.

peace, love and a good summer day for some lemonade, 
B

Thursday, June 7, 2012

It's been awhile... but starting a new journey

Its been awhile since I said whats up to the blog world. The past 2 months have been a whirl wind, and I am loving every second of it. There have been many of ups and downs. My personal love life, well, is pretty amazing. Enough said. T is a solid rock for me, and has even turned me into a bike rider- who would have thought? He pushes me to do things that even I think I cannot do- and is there when I fall and cry (which is a lot). He makes me want to be a better person, try harder, and challenges me to no end. And I love him for it.
My social life is getting off the ground up here in NYC, we have created a small group of friends from all over, and have a great time with them. And of course, my family is great as always. My parents are basically picking up right where they left off right before they had my brother and I. Seeing how they still love each other, is a great example of how love can really last forever.

The one area in my life I keep seem to be missing the mark on is my professional life. I am finding in the past few weeks, that sitting in front of a computer is not for me. Analyzing numbers is not for me. They don't speak to me like they speak to other people. Some people see changes and patterns and just pick up on them- but not me. I see patterns in people, in actions and reactions. I see smiles and excitement in human contact and helping others. Guiding others to their ultimate goal in life tickles my fancy- this is something you cannot major in    while in college, its just something that comes natural. I have some soul searching to do, which I feel like is something I have said before when it comes to my professional life. I have been told I am a natural born leader, that I have a spark inside of me that will do great things- and where I am now is not the place for my spark.

My 24th birthday is soon, in in 15 days. And I am going to set myself on a little project for this year- professionally and emotionally. Recently, I was told, "The human brain does not stop maturing until the age of 25, and that you {I} have some maturing to do." Not only do I disagree with that statement, I actually took offense to the statement. Who says my age has anything to do with maturity. I have met 6th graders way beyond their years, and 60 year olds that seem not older than 12. So what some study says the brain stops maturing at 25? A study does not include every person, a study can always be proven wrong. And a study doesn't know me. 

My belief, the human brain never matures. We are all growing, changing and maturing all the time, every day, for our entire lives. But in order to prove this, I need to do some tracking, some observing, and all around growing. That's where my birthday comes in. For every day of the year, 365 days starting from my birthday, I am going to record one thing I learn every day- big or small, funny or serious, mature or not, anything that I actually learn, sticks in my head and builds to my knowledge of life, I want to share with everyone. I want everyone to learn with me, and help guide me in my 365 days until a 'mature' 25. 


The task is hard, considering I have been lacking in the writing department over the past few months, but this is not going to be a novel every learning, maybe just a quick jot. These jots and leanings are not only to prove the offending statement wrong, but also to track myself, maybe find where I am suppose to be and my fit in the professional world- big or small, somewhere to make a difference and a change.

So to prepare for the year challenge, over the next 15 days- I will take a trial run.... get ready. the journey starts now.

Trial day one: No one takes constructive criticism well. Its always hard to hear about your faults from the eyes of others. One way to react to constructive criticism (or at least has been working for me): smile, nod, digest the information, and once thinking about the advice, if you still don't agree, oh well. Life goes on. 

Peace, love, and here we go,
B

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

pumpkin pie....

To eat, or not to eat, that is the question.  I have been running every morning, but for some reason it is just not the same as going to them gym and hammering out 3 miles on the treadmill every morning. But there is a wonderful pumpkin pie sitting in the fridge that T made on Sunday night that is just calling my name. And when I say calling, I actually mean YELLING. My pants still fit, so I guess that is the ultimate judge, so I guess that answer is, yes, to eat, is the answer to my ultimate question.

Its funny what going on a 3 mile walk with a water bottle full of wine will do to you on a Tuesday night. I love not having to drive.

Peace, love and pumpkin pie,
B

Monday, April 23, 2012

More reading... just different

A quick note, will follow up more later tonight, but I noticed something on the subway this morning, more people were reading. TONS of people were reading. But the reading was from a different source, not the traditional paper back book, with sheets and sheets of paper, they were reading from iPads, Nooks, Kindles, and every type of e-reader under the sun.

It is wonderful that people are reading, but its a generational shift that is occurring. The old books are out (notice all the book stores that have gone under)- and replaced with online books, but does this take away the mystic of reading? When I go to the library and pick out a new book, my favorite thing to do is smell the book, It has powers that I cannot describe. Is my generation and generations to follow going to lose the sense of wonder and enchantment that comes from sitting under a tree, reading a paper back book and having no fear of getting stuck in the rain, because their book is just paper- not some electronic device?

Just some interesting thoughts on this gloomy Monday morning, that of course I over slept.

Peace, love and wonder,
B

Sunday, April 22, 2012

No air conditioning... at least its cold

Since my last post, life has calmed down a bit. The water got taken care of, the air conditioning is being fixed tomorrow, and our building is supplying us with screens for the windows tomorrow. Why there were not screens to begin with is beyond me.

But I want to say, I am very lucky. I am lucky to have a boyfriend who cares, and will do the little things to make me smile when I freak out and even do them for no reason at all. When our kitchen was underwater, our apartment was how, and nothing seemed to go right, I had to go off to work, and left him to figure out everything. But of course, being at work, I wanted to do everything that I could, and was on the phone ever 30 minutes, which in turn, made me frustrated because all I wanted to do was go home and help him. But I couldn't, so the end result, tears. Of course, I couldn't last more than a week without people in my new office seeing me cry. Crying at the office about non-work related issues has kinda turned into my thing. Probably not the best thing to have, but oh well. I am emotional, I cant help it.

Back to the point,  it was an all around suckey day. Nothing was going right in my mind. All I wanted was something easy to happen. Something to go right the first time. It just was not happening that way. The past 3 weeks have all seemed like a circus (which I should be use to now... its kind of the theme in my life)  When I came home, something did go very right. On the bed when I got home was a fan (to circulate air in the apartment), daisy's and a poem, all being held by the stuffed animals that are on our bed. Thats all it took. The simple act of caring. Knowing that I am not alone, was all it took. It reminded me that it can always be worse, and we are together- which makes all the difference.

But to fast forward, the weather has decided to be on our side- its rainy and cold, so the apartment isn't too hot, and a fan is all we need. The perfect conditions for a lazy Sunday with a pretty awesome guy that I am lucky enough to call my Boyfriend.

Peace, love, and things do go right,
B

Thursday, April 19, 2012

RIse and Shine

To start, I want you all to understand, our apartment has not been the most cooperative. We have had ants, a messed up AC unit, trouble drilling things into the wall because of cement and our shower has opposite hot and cold water.

But the past 6 hours take the cake. Early this morning, our air conditioner decided to stop working. The unit wouldn't turn on or of. We just figured, great, we are going to sweat tonight, but at least the building will fix the unit at some point during the day.

A few hours later, I woke up at 6:44 to dripping, thinking the sink was left on. So, I dragged myself out of bed to take care of it and maybe trick myself on going on a run. I walk into the kitchen and feel water on my feet, still in a sleep phase, I was a little confused. Was I dreaming that I was in a pool? Did i pee on the floor? It took my mind a minute to register what was going on- I switched the lights on, and I was a little right, I was literally standing in a pool of water in the kitchen about 2 inches high. The water hadn't spread to the main floor because of the dip in the flooring, but it was pretty close. Water was EVERYWHERE. Overflowing from the sink, coming out of the dishwasher, coming out of our cabinets. Literally EVERYWHERE. The first thing I could think to say was, "Um. T- we have a problem- there's water everywhere" He got up, came to the kitchen and his only words were "Oh shit."

In my pajamas and no shoes, I walk out to the door man and say, "We have a problem... our sink is underwater, literally." His head cocked to the side like I had said I grew a 3rd arm over night. He came into our apartment and says, "holy shit, your not kidding, I will get the super."

And thats where we are right now. 2 men working in our kitchen to try and figure out where the water is coming from...

Stay tuned... its going to be one of those days.

Peace, love and possessed apartments,
B

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Chicken Soup solves everything

The past 9 days have been a whirl wind of running around, picking up things for our apartment, grocery shopping, exploring, working, and finding my way around. But today, my body shut down. Completely collapsed. I made it to work alright, had medicine in my body, drank and emergency C and was waiting for the magic to kick in.

The magic never came. Around noon, I couldn't concentrate any more. My mind was going blurred- I felt like I was walking around in a haze. It is a possibility I have developed allergies- or maybe its just a good old cold. But whatever it is- it attached itself in my body and wouldn't give away. So- after 4 hours at work, I made my way back home uptown.

The best thing to come home to when you don't feel good has to be your boyfriend making a fresh batch of homemade chicken soup with matzo balls. The most amazing smell, and made me feel more relaxed instantly. I got in bed and drifted off to the smells of cooking soup. When I woke up a few hours later, a warm bowl was ready for me. It was delicious, warming and did the trick of making me feel better. It really is the natural medicine. Love and care.

Now just need to sleep more and get this bug out of me.

Peace, love and natures medicine,
B

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

We have arrived!

What a 48 hour whirl wind this has been. After my 51 lb bag got cleared through without extra fees, my flight getting delayed 5 times, T's flight from St. Louis being delayed by 4 hours, one 25$ cab ride, and a quick run to the subway- we both have made it- together to Manhattan!

After we both got to the apartment, we dropped our stuff (it was about 7:00 pm at that time)- and went out to start our gathering of things- every single thing possible. Food, pots, pans, bake ware, silverware, the works. I never knew how many little things went into making an apartment home- one thing I do know, it is 100% exhausting. We finally ate dinner at midnight last night and crashed around 2am. Around 5:45 am I woke up to the voice of our very Russian door man- apparently there are gaps in our front door that allow sound from the hall way to travel, and his voice was not the first thing I wanted to hear this morning. But it happened, and so I was awake for the day. This day was filled with nonstop apartment shopping. We went to every TJ Max, Marshalls, HomeGoods in the city- bought as many things as possible, and as many things as we could carry (we forgot our bubby cart at home that we have lovingly named Barb). And then after that adventure, headed up to East Harem to the only Target in the city and got the rest of the necessaries we were not able to get earlier in the day- great steals on flatware and random kitchen stuff, and then of course no apartment is complete without a Swiffer.

Now... there is just one thing missing- well, actually a bunch of things missing- OUR STUFF. Tonight is night 2 on the air mattress and amazingly enough, our last! Finally, after all the issues with the movers, they are bringing our stuff between 9-11 tomorrow. That means we can actually start to set up our apartment, instead of piling everything in the middle of the floor like it is now...

More to come, and I will figure out how to load pictures!

Peace, love and need a good night sleep... in a real bed,
B

Sunday, April 8, 2012

almost there

well, my bags are all ready to go. Its been a great year or so Atlanta, but its time for me to return to some unfinished business up in the big NYC. I know that I have always said that you are not my home- and I am sure that you  will be considered 'home' for a little while, but lets be honest, home is where the people you love are. So, wherever T is, or my parents or my brother, those places are home. So yes, for a time, while T and I are there, I guess you are kinda home. But don't take that too seriously. There are a few things I still need to do up there, become a famous writer, of course, shake and change some things up- maybe change someone's life, maybe run the NYC half marathon, maybe go back to school? All I know is that I have never not finished a challenge, and NYC is not going to be the first obstacles I could not over come. I will not let the city or the obstacles beat me. This time I am armed with some pretty tough ammunition- my man right behind me to catch me when I fall, a few friends I have picked up along the way, and a brain that is one year smarter and ready for this.

I had a lot of people tell me this would never happen, or that doubted my return. Crazy things one will do for love and for someone else. Who would have thought- but crazier things have happened. I guess I now understand what people mean when they say they will follow you to the moon and back. I get it.

I was speaking with my mom tonight about life, and different things changing. I realized that life is that thing that just tends to happen while you are concentrating on other things. I want to pay  more attention to the things that are happening right in front of my face- take in life with both eyes wide open, instead of looking across the way for something bigger and better.What is in front of my eyes right now is pretty cool- pretty huge and pretty life changing... and it all starts tomorrow.

Welcome back blog, welcome back to my journey and my inspiration. Welcome back to the feeling of adventure and excitement. This feeling has been asleep for a little while, almost 8 or 9 months to be exact, but I'm 23 now... just starting the time of my life... in a new city... for the second time around.

Peace, love and see you tomorrow NYC,
B

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

8 boxes

Well, we are almost done packing. the entire apartment, both of our lives, into 8 boxes, 4 suitcases, 1 dresser and 1 bed side table. its all there, sitting in the living room, waiting patiently to be picked up and start the trek up to to NYC. Its funny, last time I went up there, I only packed for a little bit of time, leaving memory things at my parents house, but this time, its all coming. My yearbooks, memory boxes, small stuffed animals  (that of course all have names), diplomas, all of it, has been packed.

More to follow.... but its all happening in 13 days... the round 2 journey that I am sure to bring a little more than round one. I am one year smarter, one year older and one year deeper into trying to find what makes me happy and still no farther to finding my place in the world. One thing I did pick up this year is someone who I love and loves me back, which makes the journey 2x more fun.

peace, love and packaging tape,
b

Monday, March 12, 2012

We Got One!

This past weekend, T and I went apartment hunting. Seeing as he hasn't started work yet, he went up to the city a week before me to get all the heavy looking finished. His goal was to look at as many apartments as possible in 5 days, pick out 4 that were his favorite and he knew I would love and would fit all of the requirements.

My requirements for an apartment weren't too much to ask: Doorman, Gym, Dishwasher and full refrigerator. Well, these requests didn't sound too difficult in my southern mentality. The building we live in now has a pool gated parking, full gym and 2 showers in my bathroom alone..and of course a dishwasher.. Well... As we all know, New York is a different animal- and a different ball game all together. And apparently dishwashers are not a staple for every apartment in New York.

Well, there is one thing about T that I love, his determination. If it were just up to me, I would have sucked it up, hired a broker and take the easy way out- had someone else do the heavy lifting- but not him. No way jose, he was going to find our apartment all on his own, with no help. He didn't want help for 3 reasons: 1) He likes to do things on his own and 2) he didn't want to pay 2 months rent to a broker- why pay someone else for something he thought he could do all on his own 3) he is stubborn- stubborn as a bull.

He had his work cut out for him. He went back and fourth- uptown to downtown, east side to west side, and even across the river to Brooklyn.  All he knew was my flight landed Thursday night and he wanted to have apartments to show me by Friday, so he worked towards that deadline. I got phone calls from him at work that would sound something like this, "Well, I just saw an apartment with half a refrigerator" or, "How do you feel about not having a stove" or my personal favorite, "How important is a dishwasher to you?" To every one of these phone calls all I said was, "Its not the one, keep on trucking, when you find it, you'll know."

And, I learned something about him that I love- when you give him a task, no matter what it is- he will do it, and do it in its entirety. He is one determined man.  Not only did he find us an AMAZING apartment, with all of my requirements, but it is below our budget, in an amazing area, and is just the right size for the both of us- compared to the apartment we are in now, yes its smaller, but were in New York, everything is smaller there. And he found it on Tuesday- only 1 and a half days into his search. All the stars aligned, and it was perfect.

He showed it to me on Friday, for about  5 minutes during my lunch break (I was working out of the New York office for the day) and we signed the one year lease that afternoon.

So its official, in about 4 weeks, T and I will be moving into out apartment- finally our own apartment together. Now were on the next task... how to ship all our furniture up... The next few weeks should be interesting to say the least.

Stay tuned... I can guarantee you it will be nothing short of a comedy show.

Peace, Love and never stop moving,
B

Friday, March 2, 2012

Happiest Place on Earth

What they say in the commercials that Disney World is the happiest place on earth, they don't lie. I remember going to Disney as a kid and loving it, but that was a kid. I never though as a semi adult I would love it even more.

T and I went on  a Disney extravaganza after our cruise and before driving back to Atlanta- we did 3 parks in 17 hours. Yes, you read that right, 3 parks in one day- we went non stop from 10am to 1am- riding every ride we wanted and soaking in the goodness of Disney. We went to MGM, Animal Kingdom and of course the classic Magic Kingdom.

Either T and I got very lucky with our timing or it was a fluke, but we literally walked on to every single ride for the most part. The longest line we waited in was for about 10 minutes for the Tower of Terror- and even so, not bad compared to the hour long lines I remember waiting in as a kid.

There was one thing we both noticed- every single employee was happy to be there. Every person with a smile on their face, happy to see us. It was incredible, if everyone was that happy in my office all the time, someone would think we were all on drugs. But for some reason, it was genuine, everyone is just happy to work there and be apart of the Disney 'magic' as they say. And it dawned on me, I want to find a job at some point in my career that I am excited and beaming to go into work every day. Don't get me wrong, my job now is great- great people, very interesting work and an interesting client- but there is some piece missing, a piece of excitement- thrill and genuine love for what I am doing. This is something that comes with time, I believe, and comes with the search of learning about myself. But now I know I have something to strive to. I am striving to be as happy as the employees (or cast members as they like to call themselves) at Disney.

I have said it before, and I say it again, I just want to do something to make a difference and be happy- just the journey to get there has been interesting.

Peace, love and The place where dreams come true,
B

You get what you pay for- another lesson

Last week, my boyfriend (who will for now on be called T) and I went on our first real vacation. We drove down to Orlando to see my grandparents, go on a cruise and have a quick stop at Disney. Just us two.

We had everything set up- 5 day cruise, one day at Disney and the only real thing to figure out was parking. Where we going to leave our car for 5 days? Carnival has on site parking at the port, for $15 a day- not a chance. We're both still on the not so 'well off' side at the moment- so $70 to park our car for 5 days was outrageous. I would have rather parked my car in a back lot somewhere near the boat and hoped for the best....But because I am not crazy, I talked myself out of that idea. 

T, being the planner he is, thought the best way to find cheap parking at the port was just to google it, so thats what I was tasked with doing. I found the cheapest parking I could (which happened to be one of those sponsored at the top of the search page). There were a few options, all within the same price range. But I figured, if we are going for cheap parking, we might as well go for the cheapest. How bad could it be? The website looked professional enough. There were pictures of the paved lot and charter shuttle to and from the port. So- we booked it and our trip was all set. 

The day of our cruise finally arrived- I barely slept (I always have trouble sleeping before exciting events) and we woke up fairly early so we could get on the boat early and explore. We drove from my grandparents in Orlando to Port Canaveral, or at least a few miles outside of because that is where our parking service was located. 

We finally find out 'parking service'- which might as well been called an open field with a small fence and a beat up, 1970's pimp limo as a shuttle. We pulled up, and I freaked out. No way this piece of crap could have been the great parking lot I saw on line. How was I going to leave my car here for 5 days, it would be safer in an abandoned lot- and at least the abandoned lot would be free to get my car stolen instead of pay $4.50 a day!! Long story short- we put the good faith into the crappy lot, and called it a day. All we wanted was to get on our vacation- turn our phones off  and go- so thats exactly what we did.

The cruise was AMAZING- and forgot about the car the second we finally made it onto the ship. 5 day's of no cell phones, no where else to be and everything at our finger tips. Our first vacation was completely perfect- well on the boat at least.

5 days later- we returned, got off the boat early at 9am and went outside for the 'shuttle' back to our car. We called the company, the said 10 minutes, which turned into 20, which turned into 40 and so on (you get the picture) 2 HOURS LATER- we were still in the empty parking lot... waiting for the 'shuttle' and finally, our carriage (the beat up 1970's limo) arrived. T and I fought our way to get on the first ride, there was no way we were waiting in that parking lot any longer.

When we got back to the empty lot- the car was there, ready to be saved. Granted, everything turned out alright- the sum of this little car adventure is- you really do get what you pay for. If you get it for cheap, be prepared for an all around cheap experience.

Peace, love and living on a little cash,

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Round 2- why not?

There are a lot of changes about to happen in my life- to my surprise, I am going back to New York, and not to visit. I am going up there to live. Again. Yes, I am still a peach, but I need another big bite out of the Big Apple that tried to spit me out. 

The whole idea started a few months ago when my boyfriend got an amazing job offer up in New York right out of grad school. The job he was offered was everything he was working for, and as much as I wanted him to find a job in Atlanta it just wasn't happening. 
At first I cried, not just cried, wailed. I was devastated. How was he going to go up to New York and me stay in Atlanta, what were we going to do? All I had been looking forward to for months was us finally actually being able to live together and not have to worry about traveling to see each other, and in one swoop- those dreams were crushed. He was going to be there, and I was going to be here. There was no way I was going back up to the city that I didn't survive in. I wanted to be in Atlanta, I wanted to be home where my family was and where it was warm. That is what I had wanted for months, what I cried for in New York the first time. How could I leave when I just got back? 
After some thinking- and long talks with my mom- I decided, why not go with him? I love him, and want to be with him, and if he was willing to move to Atlanta to be with me, why wouldn't I follow him? I am only 23 years old- there is so much to explore, things to see, cities to live in and adventures to be had- and as long as we are together, life seems to be better and happier. And that made my decision- I am going back up to go on this adventure with him, we are starting our big adventure- in a big city. 

 So once the decision to move was made, I started working on getting transferred with my current job. It was never a sure thing, but I worked on it for about 2 months. I pushed and found a niche within my current company that I felt like I could excel in, and that area also happened to be based out of New York. All of the stars aligned at once, the rain clouds parted, and a ray of sunshine came in- my transfer got approved 2 weeks ago!! 

So- its all happening, In April, I am giving the big apple a second try- and this time the adventure is not alone. 

Peace, love and You only live Once, 

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Mentors and drinking more

After graduation, I was determined to find a mentor . Someone a few years older than me who could give me advice. Someone that I could go to, no matter what, and really be listened to and then in return, be given wisdom and knowledge from past experiences. This person would be able to relate to me on some level, and be someone who I strive to be. I was looking for someone to model myself after- to have a path and know that everything was going to be alright.
I have been trying so hard the past 19 months to find this person- and the mentor I have finally found has taught me that I cannot find someone to follow, rather, find someone to help me lead. Model myself after actions, not after a person. Because in this life- there is no one like me. I am the only one, so no reason to waste my life trying to be like someone else. Take tidbits instead from people who came before me and then use those lessons to succeed.

I searched in New York to find my mentor, only to come up with great friends, but no true mentor. I moved back to Atlanta, trying to cling onto people who had helped me with advice in the past to only realize I was being looked at as I once was- as the college girl ready to party, with no real expierance in life nor a worry in the world. Thats the issue I have found whit returning to my past, I am still looked at as the person I was before graduation- 19 months ago, as the new girl who was still learning. But now, 19 months after, I am a real girl now, ready to take on the world. With a slightly different view, but the same attitude.

Who I needed is someone who did not know my before. Someone fresh in my life, with no pre conceived notions, who only knows how hard I try now, and sees the potential that I have in me now. I have been lucky enough to find someone to confide in. And even though I am sure some of the advice and words given to me have been told to me before, but when they come this mentor, they sound differently and are backed with trust and confidence.

Words from this mentor recently has shaped my thinking in a way that I did not know possible. I have been pushed to do more, be greater and strive to run to the top.

I am sure that I will have many mentors in my life, no matter where I go or what I do- But I have now learned something very important:
A mentor will come into my life when I need them most, even if its not to dispense advice, a mentor is there for support and belief. And everyone needs someone to believe in them.

Also something very important I learned this week- work less, drink more. Apparently, I have been working too hard and taking things too seriously- so its time to loosen back up.

Peace, love and drinking with my mentor,
B

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Global Warming...

A year ago this weekend was the huge ice storm that paralyzed the South.... people were stuck at home for a week straight with no way of driving because the roads were iced over. Today... a year later, I just got back from a walk in shorts and a sweat shirt, and was a little on the toasty side. The question, which is normal for the middle of January in Atlanta. Growing up, I expected it to be chilly with a high in the 40's or low 50's, but nothing like this, and clearly nothing like what it was last year.

What if the world is trying to tell us something, we need to take better care of her, or she is just going to keep playing tricks on us. Because of my boyfriend, I have started recycling and being more conservative about using plastics and products that are not good for the environment. But what else can be done? Public transportation needs to get better, and maybe, we all need to get outside more and enjoy everything the earth has to offer.... because according to the Mayans, the world is ending in less than a year. So gotta enjoy the year while it lasts.

Peace, love and going back outside,
b

Monday, January 9, 2012

I Miss Indiana

Every once in a while, I will miss it- I will miss my friends, miss the campus, miss my house, miss my city- I just miss Bloomington, Indiana.

I miss everything being available to me all the time....all my friends, if I didn't feel like hanging out with one group of friends, I could just change.

I think the thing I miss most about Bloomington, Indiana- is the steady unchange. Things don't change in a college town. Every year, new students come in, and although the faces change, the people dont.... thats what I miss the most. Bloomington, Indiana is predictable, safe, and will never let me down.

It's a little comforting to know that a group of friends and I could go to bloomington on our own, on a slow weekend, and have a great time- know what bars to go to and what drinks to order. What sushi place is the best and the cheapest, and where we can go for bar food. We know what running trail to take and how long it is. We would know what time things open and what time they close, we would know what route to take and how to avoid traffic hour, it would all come back naturally, like we never left.

I guess that is where Bloomington, Indiana should stay, as an unchanging memory... an unchanging memory that can be brought back to life every year or so- for one weekend...

Peace, love and the magical unchanging town,
B