New blog post: "How to Narrow Your Focus on What Matters to You"
After a 2-month blogging break, I'm excited to come back to it with a refreshed focus and updated website.
The new About page sums up the focus of the content...
➖What it's about: Happiness and sadness, successes and struggles, flaws and beauty, relationships and heartbreak, holding on and letting go.
➖What it's not about: Fashion tips, exercises, recipes, the best beers or how to bronze your butt. But I would be happy to discuss this over coffee or wine.
I've been working on a blog redesign all day, minus a spray tan, and it's very much still under construction 👩🏻🔧🚧
I'm struggling with redefining the blog categories so I've been reading through each post. So far I have: Life Hacks, Letting Go, Relationships, Career Stuff, Flaws
Along the way I realized how underrated the "We're All A Little Fucked Up" post is for days we feel like the only one who is kind of nuts. 📸 @laith.hoffarth
Wishing you a happy new year! It's been fun taking a break to book write, but I'm ready to refocus on the blog tomorrow - with the promise of all meaningful storytelling and no fluffy bullsh*t 😊
And this year I won't be making out with a random on the dance floor. Because I'm heading to a house party.
I've been telling myself that I'll wait until next week when I'm home in Illinois to really write again.
But this morning I was listening to a TED talk about self-actualization and remembered the importance of getting into a state of flow. It occurs when you've been practicing something for years and finally can come to a place where it feels effortless. For 5 minutes out your day, you forget about everything and feel super happy.
So, I came to the coffee shop to write despite pre-holiday craziness. Take an hour for yourself - it's okay.
It makes me anxious when I don't have time to blog, especially on Sunday's.
But I'm still book writing, between software specs writing for work, to stay sane.
The book is about Sunday's spent writing with my friend during the first year of my blog. Here is part of Chapter 3...
"I don't know why I suddenly felt so shy. The walls of his apartment housed my confessions along with great authors' life details, hidden in the books lining the shelves. My discomfort was consoled by Hemingway's brutal honesty, and my raw thoughts were met by Bukowski's candor. Among the wealth of literature, my secrets were reminded that they weren't secrets at all. Because someone, at some point, felt the very same way."
This is following a conversation about vibrators. #thesoml
Blog post from the archives: "I've Never Had Good Sex" (link in bio)
I remember going to the gym the morning after posting the article, exactly 3 years ago, and finding out that guys had read it.. on a big screen Apple TV.
I'm currently writing about the backstory in Chapter 4 of my book, and I want to be more like that Annie who was unafraid 👆🏼
And yeah, the title still holds super true.
I'm writing between workouts and feeling happy with my decision to pause blogging for the month.
I've realized that when I resume I'm only going to focus on what I love to write.
So, no fashion tips, no recipes, no butt workouts for your bikini. Someone else can write that, and I've started politely saying 'no' to working with most brands.
I want to focus on meaningful storytelling about relationships and awkwardness and failure and happiness and loving your butt vs. how to work it out. #soml
I'm on Chapter 2 of novel writing which takes place during my Scottsdale party phase of dieting, pool parties, losing all my belongings, Joe's Pizza, repeat. I've realized it's not cute and pretty boring and that it's important to live a story worth telling.
I'm not exactly sure what that looks like for me, but I'm looking forward to Chapter 3. #soml#eveningrun
Blog post in bio: "Doing Something Bigger Than Yourself"
Tomorrow is Veteran's Day and my best friend's birthday. She's currently flying a new plane back from Korea before writing a thesis paper on it.
Megan is one of the most amazing + fun people I know: the girl who always made me cut in the lunch line and still pulls me to the front of the line at night clubs.
In the article she says, "If I can do the smallest little thing to pay back my country and that my family sleeps well every night and has nothing to be scared of… If I can just play a small role in that, I want to do it."
Thank you, Megan and happy birthday! ❤️
New blog post: "Why I'm Not Blogging for the Month of November"
"There's only memories that mean something. And memories that don't." - Sylvester Stallone in a 'This Is Us' episode.
For the past three years I've had a Google Drive folder called "Book" filled with fragments of chapters and notes. Each November since, I've told myself I would participate in National Novel Writing Month but have fallen short for several reasons, including not making time and fearing my story isn't good enough.
But it's time to make time, and even if my story isn't a bestseller it's one I have to tell - because they're memories that mean something.
And yes, it's already November 6th...
This morning I rode with my favorite Lyft driver, Frederick, who is in his late 70's and always has dum dums.
We caught up, and I told him I still didn't understand the quote he gave me last time: "It's better to be 5 minutes late than 50 years early."
"A little bit late is better than meeting your Maker early," he said. "For me, I probably have about 5 years left to be early," he added and continued singing to Frank Sinatra. #soml
New blog post (a special one): "How to Succeed as a Woman in Construction And Male-Dominated Industries"
I'd never met a girl who was obsessed with concrete until I met my best friend, Brittany.
Two years ago we walked her construction site, and last month we visited the finished aquarium. As her roommate I would hear her leave at 3am and not return again until our 7pm glass of wine. In this blog post she talks about the challenges faced by women in male-dominated industries and how to overcome them.
Includes before and after photos and her favorite TALK SHIT GET HIT coffee mug.