Welcome to my little piece of the world wide web. I'll be documenting my experiences in New York, working, traveling, and endearingly overthinking everything.

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There are things in life of which I am certain:

  • Coffee is always a good idea (Though August was a coffee/caffeine-free month for me!)

  • I will always think I’m right until I realize - the hard way - that I am definitely not

  • I can just as easily geek out over a new trend or communication crisis as I can a witty greeting card

  • Puns should always be intended

  • Nick Saban will always shrug and scowl during the halftime interview

There are things in life of which I thought I was certain - especially as it pertained to how I see myself:

  • I was great at being an intern, so I’ll be great at being full time, too

  • I am the bright-smiley-youngest person in almost any given group

  • I could easily adapt to any location/circumstance with ease (and a great instagram caption to go with)

  • I was born to be 24 years old (more on that likely in the future, hah!)

We can likely all see where this post is going… but… surprise! Post-grad life is hard.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice not having to stay up all night at the library, or try to balance 293948 meetings, pages of reading, papers to write and trying to be fun and social on top of it all. But, man. This season of life is so different from anything I’ve - we’ve - been through before. Think about it - we have spent 95% of our lives so far in school. We perfected the art of reading, cramming thoughts onto a page and following constant guidance from our parents, teachers and advisers. College came along, and we had a little bit more say in how we spent our time. But we still fell under the umbrella of our parents, advisers and older friends/mentors.

Then, boom. Suddenly you’re working 40+ hours a week, carrying produce you bought off the guy at the street booth because the grocery store was so crowded you panicked and left your basket behind, and you realize things aren’t like Whitney Port’s life on The City after all. I was so accustomed to being the little sister, the over-eager underclassman, the most petite person in the room. In the real world, no one cares how old you are, how many internships you’ve had (they DO care about the experiences and takeaways from them) and it’s on you to manage your time and take responsibility for your actions, finances and social impact. I think the new, true independence is what can be so overwhelming. The little things that I never would have thought about before end up being the cause of my stress/frustration/joy/peace. It’s all about the small victories and thinking things through, both personally and professionally. Just like freshman year of college was a transition period, freshman year of real life is one, too.

I find myself feeling impatient, wondering “when will I have my life together?!” I see families on the street, coworkers in my office and fellow New Yorkers on the move, all seemingly busy and established. I’m envious of the people who at least seem to understand their purpose - whether that’s getting to a workout class on time or finding time to fulfill their interests/hobbies outside of their 9-5. I know it’s a give and take, and it’s some time. I’ve had to grow out of my old expectations of myself (see above), and embrace this new age, new phase and new role.

Each day I feel more and more like I’m getting there. And I think maybe that’s what matters most.



i don't get it

i don't get it