All in life

on 'growing pains'

No number of #adulting posts really makes you an adult, so guess we should give up on that. But really - we’re all just trying recipes in an attempt to meal prep without getting sick of what we cooked (or we’re eating desk salads), trying to be social even if we’re tired, trying to juggle with long-distance friendships, and grapple with the notion that key phases of life have ended, and it’s on us to make the most of the working world and what we make of ourselves within it.

love: read all about it

No desk flowers or valentines for me this year, and it turns out *lowers voice*…today is just another Wednesday. Who knew?! I think my only complaint is that I can’t eat ice cream or drink wine this year (less than a week of Whole30 to go!)

101 in 1001

As everyone who knows me knows: I’m a big believer in to-do lists. And I’m a big believer in “one day, I’d love to…” daydreaming. But it sure is easy for the “one day…” to turn into “someday…” that just might get lost in the shuffle. It's a challenge to take on for the next 2.75 years - and I can't wait to start!

quality / quantity

Growing up, popularity – and likeability – seemed to a) be mutually exclusive and b) based on numbers. The number of birthday party invitations, playdates, people in your carpool with, etc. Then, it evolved into the number of followers, ‘likes’, 21st birthdays, people on your spring break, bridesmaid dresses. The more, the better — but, is it?

happy there are Octobers

I think when the humidity broke and summer tourists fled, the city gave one large, collective “sigh,” grabbed a hot coffee and headed out on a long Sunday walk. A least, that’s what I did. I mosied to church, around Central Park and eventually made my way home.