Living in New York you get kind of used to having a revolving door of visitors. It’s one of my favorite things about living here. It takes very little convincing for your friends and family to come to you and see a snapshot of your life.
Besides my work with The Smudgery and my upcoming foray into graduate school, my current full-time job is as an administrative assistant. It’s not particularly glamorous, but it’s in a field that I’m really interested. Also, I harbor somewhat secret dreams that maybe I will be that one administrator who believed in someone and that support changed the course of this person’s life. It’s really the product of too many sensational underdog movies, but you can never underestimate the power of a kind word and an act of support.
I talked with a friend the other day about her experience in an intensive nursing program while also working full time. Between her clinical hours and her work, she spent seven days a week in a hospital — working. She told me that yes, it was hard, but every day she was so inspired by each of her classes and by her professors. Being in class was her favorite thing to do, and applying her learning to her practice was absolutely fulfilling. She thought, “Wow! This is what it means to love what you do.” It’s not that it was easy, but the love she had for it provided a renewing source of energy and passion.
Hello, it’s been a while. I’m sorry, this blog moved to the backburner for a bit.
I spent most of January applying for grad school, which was a lot more difficult than I expected. Mostly because personal statements are kind of awful, second only to cover letters, networking events, and standardized tests.
Anyway, that was done and I ran off to Austin, Texas with some friends. I plan to write about that and post photos of all of the food we consumed (spoiler: tons of brisket) but that will have to wait. It was lovely to get away from the New York cold, though. It hit mid-80s while I was in Austin which was just heavenly.
Valentine’s day popped up shortly afterward and I spent a weekend with visiting friends and ate more food.
My mom visited at the beginning of March and it was so wonderful to spend time with her. She was only here for four days but (a) she couldn’t have come at a better time and (b) a mother-daughter excursion was long overdue.
I also heard back from grad school and was accepted! So that will start in the Fall. More on that another time, but lawd what a whirlwind.
Work has been crazy every since the semester started. I also caught the flu and everything has been chaos.
Two weeks ago I moved back to Queens from the East Village. So many thoughts and my life is still halfway packed into boxes but everything is beginning to settle and I am so content.
I don’t even have the words to describe the last few months but they have been friend-filled, emotion-filled, and I feel like I’ve been constantly on the run to keep up with life. There have also been forced moments of self-care and attempts at getting enough sleep. I’ve been throwing everything I’ve got at the last few months in order to maintain some semblance of control, but I’m mostly just flying by the seat of my pants.
So many wonderful things, and on top of that the weather is starting to warm up (FINALLY.). I hope this weekend I can catch a break and really write things down before it gets lost in the everyday.
Some nights dinner consists of boxed mac and cheese, frozen vegetables, and whatever leftover meat is in the fridge. But sometimes those same nights are the ones when you finally submit your last graduate school application, go to yoga with a friend you haven’t seen in months, submit your FAFSA, and make exciting travel plans. I also put stamps on all of my thank you cards to family members that I will mail out tomorrow (I am notoriously bad at sending punctual thank yous!). So maybe my dinner didn’t knock my night out of the park, but I can definitely say that I spent my time doing things that nourish the soul.
New York City was hit with its first real snow of this season, causing general panic and, happily, a day off from work! Monday had started off particularly brutal. It marked the start of a full five-day week (last week we had Monday off for MLK day) as well as the first day of the Spring semester. The copy machine decided to throw tantrums all morning, clearly upset over the sudden increase in demand from faculty and students. I felt similarly, but did not have the liberty of refusing service and instead spent much of my day elbow-deep in the copy machine, prying bits of paper from its clutches while also juggling the onslaught of questions, demands, and general confusion that arise on the first day of school.
This winter I went home to California for two straight weeks. Like the obsessive planner that I am, I made a Google doc spreadsheet to make sure that my holiday time was optimally maximized for seeing family and friends, eating incredible food, and restoring my body from the brutal end-of-year work dump.
If you are silent about your pain, they will kill you and say that you enjoyed it.
After a very thankful Friendsgiving in Brooklyn, I woke up early on Friday morning, but not for the usual reason. In past years I would get to the mall, outlet, or stores sometime around 4 am (or earlier!) to partake in the annual shopping mania we call Black Friday. Even the name is foreboding, but I do love me a good sale. This year, however, with the national discussion centering around police brutality, labor, and the systems that create inequality, I finally put my money where my mouth is and abstained from Black Friday shopping.
I took the energy I would have spent battling crowds, making snap decisions on whether to buy that cheap, functional sweater, or maintaining my calm in the midst of insanity and channeled it into The Smudgery. I taught myself how to pull a beautiful ombré print and finally added a new item to the shop. Check out the colorful process after the jump.
This summer I had the longest hair I’d ever had in my life. In truth, it was mostly because I was trying to save money. Sixty bucks to cut my hair? That’s like three great meals with friends. So I taught myself how to cut my bangs through a rigorous series of educational videos (thanks, YouTube!) and called it a day.