On Monday evening, over a healthy vegetarian dinner at Curly’s on 14th Street, I sat with an old friend and discussed the meaning of it all: love, loss, and lessons learned. It’s the subtitle of my blog, but I like to think it also sums up this great adventure we call life (take or leave the “loss” part). [Read more...]
creating my own eat pray love journey
I’ve discovered the hard way that healing is a process that should never be rushed. In order to appreciate the highs that life sometimes throws our way, I think it’s necessary to sit at the bottom of the barrel, to cry ugly tears, and to lose complete track of time. Maybe this explains why I feel such relief that I no longer reside in that lonely house of isolation. [Read more...]
The life of a bachelorette
It helps to have awesome friends who can come through for you in a bind. This post was written with some very helpful advice from the following key players in my life: Matthieu, Marc, Alex, Brett–thank you for the male perspective. And thank you for the big loan from the girl zone–you know who you are.
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It occurred to me this week that I know a lot more about the life of a bachelor than I do the life of a bachelorette though I’m currently living out this wonderful fantasy myself. I guess it’s funnier to focus on the male demographic in movies and on TV. In any event, I thought I’d take a stab at this topic and try to outline some of the differences between the sexes and establish what has worked for me and what might need some improvement. [Read more...]
ribbons undone
I had a minor setback to my entire women’s liberation thing this past Sunday, which is a shame because I was really on a roll for a while there. I think I have done an admirable job of piecing and fixing and maintaining things in this apartment since I moved in October, but there are just some things I have no talent or knack for. I am completely lost when it comes to nuts, bolts, drills, and screwdrivers (unless we’re talking vodka and orange juice). [Read more...]
spinning ‘round the wheel of life
“The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.”—Madeleine L’Engle
I stumbled upon this quote earlier in the week and it resonated with me. I celebrated another year of my birth on Saturday, which always makes me a bit pensive. I’ve learned a great deal about myself in the last 10 years but I’m especially proud of the confidence I’ve gained since turning 30 just a year ago. Sure, I had my minor meltdown. I found wrinkles and dimples and sometimes I can’t remember if I’m coming or going (this is quite possibly the result of too much partying in my early years or my overall general spazziness). I have slowly noticed the effects of aging. I have no concept of depth perception and can often be seen walking into walls or people (once I nearly collided with a family of four while on a bicycle in Newport. There’s really no way to recover from that kind of embarrassment. Honestly). But maybe this can’t be attributed to age at all: perhaps I am just not a coordinated person in my everyday life. [Read more...]
happy anniversary to me
It’s hard to believe that just six months ago, my life was scattered across the floor of the one-bedroom-plus-den apartment I shared with my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend in clearly labeled boxes. The movers had arrived just in time to help in my hour of need. I was a wreck. Though I tried to put on a good face, there were moments throughout that chaotic day when I brushed shoulders with Jackson or we tried to divide up items we hadn’t quite claimed yet and I completely lost my cool. [Read more...]
