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
Saturday, June 30, 2012
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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!!!
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
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
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
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,
B
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
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
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
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