Sunday Night Thoughts

Oh hi, welcome to mid-August. Excuse me, when did that happen? It doesn’t help that Timehop keeps reminding me that exactly a year ago I was moving into my new apartment in the city of my dreams. Are you guys sick of me talking about SF yet? Sorry I’m not sorry.

So here’s the deal. I’m boycotting. AGAIN. (Dating gods, if you’re listening, please don’t send any charming, mysterious men into my life right now. I’M SERIOUS. <punch emoji>) We’re not going to go into it this time, but let’s just say I’m pretty much over the male species at the moment. I was feeling a little sad on Friday until Kayla gave me a stern but loving (and much needed) pep talk. She is one of the strongest, most inspiring women I know. 

I wanted to share a few things that made me feel happy and more like myself, in case any of you need a similar pick-me-up. : )

1. I DID IT. I signed up for the gym. I have been talking about this for months, usually while eating. I went to two Zumba classes, which I lovelovelove and highly recommend, as well as a full-body weights and cardio class, which promptly kicked my ass and made me unable to move, so.

2. Kayla also introduced me to the Oprah & Deepak 21-Day Meditation Experience: Expanding Your Happiness. It’s been incredibly interesting and challenging so far. Even though it already started, you can still sign up now and follow along. All about the self love.

3. Lotsa good tunes this month. My playlist’s a little angsty and heartbreaky this time around, but hopefully you’ll understand and even LIKE some of them? Listen to OctaHate by Ryn Weaver first. Am I the last one to hear this song or what?!?

4. Sneaking a little book review in here at the end because I know you crazies don’t usually read my review posts. Yes, I figured that out. Yes, I will keep posting them. For like, the one person who reads them. Ugh, I’m like a broken record but honestly, Rainbow Rowell is queen. I read Eleanor & Park first, then Landline, then Attachments, and just started Fangirl. Two are young adult and two are adult fiction, which I think is one the things that makes her such a unique writer–that she can create equally strong characters from both points of view. All of her stories are so different from each other, but her lovely writing style connects them all and makes you want to keep reading everything she writes. They make me laugh, cry, and smile, all in a span of five minutes. Can someone PLEASE read them so we can have a heart to heart? I also picked up Bad Feminist because of this blog post, so that’s next on my list.



Have an absolutely fabulous week!

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Gchat Wisdom


“But everyone has bad dates all the time. There’s no way that my first Tinder date is a success. Like how does that happen?” she asked me over Gchat on just another Thursday in the middle of work.

“Maybe you got lucky because you deserve it,” I said, so happy for my friend who finally took a chance and put herself out there. (And it’s working out so far. ♥)

“I dunno about all that.”

“Gotta believe in yourself,” I said before quoting the famous Perks quote. I told her to believe that she deserves good love, because she absolutely does. And then she asked me something that made me stop mid-type.

“Do you believe it for yourself?” she asked me.

And somehow, this question wasn’t as easy to answer. It’s always clear to see what others deserve, even if they can’t see it themselves. We think highly of our friends and love them so deeply for who they are that we believe they deserve the world and more, but what about ourselves? Don’t we deserve the very same?

But of course, it’s never that simple. We are not perfect. We get in over our heads. We misjudge people, body language, words, intentions. We are constantly rearranging and gluing the pieces back together. We fall for the boys with charming smiles, witty one-liners, mysterious eyes. The same ones who don’t call, who don’t ask questions, who don’t make promises.

As the cliche goes, you have to love yourself before you can love someone else. For the most part, I think that’s bullshit. It’s the easiest thing in the world to drown your flaws, your insecurities, your fears in the presence of someone who makes you feel alive. It’s so damn easy to place your energy on loving that person instead of facing yourself in the mirror every day and pledging to unconditionally love the person staring back at you.

But maybe it is only when you take the time to do this, to look in the mirror every single day with love in your eyes and heart, that you can allow yourself be loved by another in the way you deserve. You won’t waste time on the boys who don’t call, who don’t ask questions, who don’t make promises.

Because that’s settling.

So I decided to be honest with my friend. “Somewhat. A work in progress,” I replied, stuck in between my belief in the concept and reality.

“Aren’t we all?” she said.



The Boycott

I recently declared myself on a boycott. I deleted the dating apps, deleted the numbers. After just getting back into the dating world, it all became a little over(under?)whelming. So I did my thang without any distractions.

That lasted about two weeks.

Life being life, I heard from someone out of the blue. So I went on a date. A good date. And a second one.

And then I realized why I went on a boycott in the first place. Because why am I getting all hot and bothered if he doesn’t text me? (Maybe he will, maybe he won’t.) Why am I hoping to hear from someone I’ve known for a week? (I was doing just fine before that, thank you very much.) Yeah, he’s cool. Yeah, it’s nice to feel a spark again. But is it worth being even a little sad if I don’t hear from him again? Absolutely not.

Still, it seems like my girlfriends and I are always talking about boys–did he call, did you have fun on that date, he did what!?! But this is also one of my favorite parts of dating: telling my girlfriends about it the next day. They are the ones who get me, who know me, who always text back. They are my cheerleaders, my hope when I’ve given up, and my sounding board for every single detail.

So maybe there is a point to all of the bad dates, the good dates, and everything in between. They are the stories we share with our best friends, the crazy tales we’ll tell together when we’re old ladies, the conversations that make me burst out laughing in a quiet office. Because after all . . .


I love you guys.

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I Was Told There’d Be Cake

I finished this book over the weekend and it was AMAZING. I didn’t want it to end. Before I read I Was Told There’d Be Cake by Sloane Crosley, I looked up some reviews and saw one that said nothing really happens in the book but it’s still so captivating. I found this to be true. It is a series of personal essays about Crosley growing up in Westchester and beginning her adult life in New York City. From the history of her plastic pony collection to attending an old friend’s wedding to the moving and roommate horrors of the city, the author’s sense of humor is perfection. I think I smiled through the whole book because reading it is like talking to a best friend–you’re both just trying to figure it out and can only laugh at the bizarre things that happen along the way. Crosley also has another book out, How Did You Get This Number, which is supposed to be just as good.

5596865PS . . .

Rainbow Rowell was speaking and signing books at Barnes & Noble last night so I stopped by after work (me and all the tweens and 50+-year-olds). It was a great turnout and she was everything I love in an author. Just so funny and down to earth and real. Kinda like her books. I kind of want to be her. I was going to wait to buy her new book, Landline, until after I finish Attachments, but after the talk I just had to go buy it. What I love about her writing is that it’s so spectacularly unique. On a site note, her hair is everything. Too much? Please please please go pick up one of her books ASAP (Eleanor & Park which I loved and Fangirl are the other two)! : )

Also, Liane Moriarty (author of The Husband’s Secret) has a new book coming out July 29 and I can’t wait to read it. TOO MANY BOOKS TOO LITTLE TIME. Have you guys read anything good lately? Share your secrets.

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I Woke Up Like This

So today I woke up from a dream that involved Matthew McConaughey hugging me while I was driving the two of us on a motorcycle. Needless to say, I was pretty happy this morning. And so a totally unrelated thought popped into my head. Sometimes we wait for the big things–trips abroad, vacations, moving to a new place–to bring the best memories. Like since we are traveling so far, or have waited so long, that we will be rewarded with the most fun, the most exciting, the most memorable occurrences. Most of the time, it is true. But what about all the ordinary, in-between days? Can’t we make those extraordinary, too?

Tomorrow is my one-month anniversary of being a New Yorker (take two). Except it doesn’t even feel like the same place that I lived the last time around. I keep trying to wrap my head around why it is so different. This morning, I finally realized what it is. I am open. It’s as simple as that. When I first arrived in San Francisco after New York, I was so surprised by the Stranger Talks there and how fluid and constant they were. I never realized that they are also here in New York, if only you are open to them–those spontaneous, serendipitous moments that make you excited to wake up the next day and do it all again. Somewhere along the line, I found myself saying yes to things instead of closing myself off. In just one month, June brought me so many exhilarating experiences that I want to remember forever–staying out until 5AM and working the next day, seeing one of my favorite bands live by myself, having an enjoyable conversation with a stranger on the subway, seeing a quasi-celebrity at a comedy show, catching up with one of my best friends and realizing how true friendship never fades, kissing a stranger . . .

No matter where you are, I believe that magic will find you if you are open to the idea of it. But the most important thing of all is to never take it too seriously. Because if you have yourself, good company, laughter, and a margarita or two, you have all you need. Have some fun this week. ♥


Eleanor & Park

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THIS BOOK. This book was the one that got me out of my reading slump and reminded me why I LOVE to read. Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell is the beautiful love story of two 16-year-old misfits as they navigate the highs and lows of high school. When Eleanor moves to Omaha, Nebraska with her wild “wine-red” hair and oversized men’s t-shirts, Park is just another student who doesn’t get her. Although he knows that she has the potential to ruin his barely-there “in” with the cool crowd, he lets her sit next to him on the bus when no one else will budge. The two form an unlikely friendship that blossoms into something neither of them ever fathomed. Set in 1986, this book will pull you back to the rawest parts of being a teenager and remind you what it feels like to experience love for the first time. The writing, the characters, the story–everything is captivating and grand and heartbreakingly sad and just so lovely without ever getting mushy or cliche. It is nothing like a typical high school love story, and that’s why I adore it so much.

PS – They’re making it a movie, so all the more reason to pick it up. : )


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A Special Guest Post: Life Lessons with Rebecca

Most of you know my younger sister, Rebecca (aka Boo Boo). That means you also know that she is quite the character. We won’t go there for now. Anyway, she is pretty bored and thinking about taking up blogging, so this is her trial run. It goes like this with Boo: either she is telling me the worst story EVER or giving me the wisest advice that I would expect from a 70-year-old. That being said, I think we all have a lot to learn from a 22-year-old psych major living at home with her parents (she’s working on it).


So Rachy’s giving me the privilege of “guest posting” on her blog… Whatever that means. As you will see, I’m a little new to the blog world but bear with me. For starters, I just graduated college and now I’m dealing with what I like to call severe post-grad depression. Is this normal? I guess I’m just not understanding how life can POSSIBLY get better than college? Yep, I’m still in that stage. Maybe I just can’t imagine the thought of not being a student anymore. Instead I’m just unemployed. And single. Single & unemployed… And you wonder why I’m depressed. Just kidding. I genuinely enjoy being single… Most of the time. Anyway, I did have an interview the other day so there’s some hope for me out there.

I will never forget the day I was forced to say goodbye to Oswego, or should I say college? Easily one of the worst days of my life. But (!), I’m slowly learning that life goes on. Yes, I had to say goodbye to college (and the parties and the $3 long islands and 152 ♥) but I did not have to say goodbye to all the friendships I made there. Isn’t that what really matters? It’s definitely a transition (to say the least) from living with five of your best friends to living with your mom and dad, but I am so thankful that I have my precious friendships to hold on to because really, what would college have been without those friendships?

Rachael keeps insisting that “it gets better” and that I have “so much to look forward to” and when I’m not thinking inside my head that she doesn’t understand, I know she is probably right. I guess this is my “Dear sister” response to her “On Life After College” post from a few months ago. I’m slowly realizing that, as much any sister hates to admit when the other sister is right, Rachael might know a thing or two when it comes to long-distance friendships. I’m realizing that maybe some people are meant “to be together to teach each other, to reveal and enhance different parts of life they wouldn’t have experienced otherwise,” even if it is only for a certain amount of time. College would have never been the same without all the people I met there, and even though I know most (but not all) of us will grow apart, I am so grateful for those friendships and all they have taught me.

With that said, it’s time for me to start the next chapter of my life. And I mean hey, on the plus side, there are a few post-grad benefits: it only takes one glass of wine for me to feel tipsy, I’m not eating Kraft mac & cheese every other night (this is involuntary but still), and NO MORE papers, exams, finals, midterms, etc. (until grad school that is). So life is okay… I’m dealing with it. This is just the bittersweetness of the beginning of what is going to be a very interesting journey. I may or may not start my own blog…

xo, boo (the sis)


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