Positive Momentum: 2015 Bucket List

IMG_4532Ladies and gents, I’m excited to present my 2015 Bucket List! I started crafting this year’s list in about August, and as you’ll see, have already made headway on a few items.

This year is about harnessing the positive momentum. 2014 was an incredible year, and I want to keep the positivity flowing.

Now to briefly backtrack, here’s my reasoning behind annual bucket lists, rather than resolutions: Resolutions start with the negative and then turn into proactive “resolutions” which are hardly resolute; they’re followed for the first couple of weeks of the new year, before they fall by the wayside and all you’re left with is a monthly gym membership fee.

Bucket lists are lists of action items, things I would like to do/learn/accomplish just for the sake of doing/learning/accomplishing them. I hold myself accountable, and regularly check in to share updates, accomplishments, even supplements. So without further ado, my seventh annual list:

TREAT YO’SELF
1. Have my DNA tested (via 23andme or another).
2. Have a real Christmas tree (even if I have to call it a Hanukkah bush). Did this this year 🙂 It’s tiny, but festive!
3. Buy myself a bouquet of flowers.
4. Get a waffle maker☺. AB already got me one for our Secret Santa exchange!
5. Find a perfect purse (currently on the wait list for this one). I got a jumpstart and bought it over Black Friday weekend!
6. Buy a mirror for my living room.
7. Treat myself to a spa day.
8. Re-pierce my ears and buy a pair of earrings to celebrate (love these Kate Spades or a simple pair that goes with everything).
9. Find a new perfume that’s all me.
10. Buy myself new running / training shoes (probs these).

EXPERIENCE IT
11. Free kayaking at the Downtown Boathouse in Manhattan.
12. Travel someplace new.
13. Go to the pumpkin patch, or apple picking.
14. Ride a roller coaster.
15. Have high tea.
16. Shoot a gun.
17. Visit the Museum of the City of New York.
18. Eat a new protein – like reindeer or ostrich (I’m recruiting Captain America for his help on this one!).
19. Find a signature drink (French 75?).
20. Eat oysters (I tried my first recently; need to try more! Apparently there are habanero oysters?).
21. See Shakespeare in the park.
22. Attend an underground dinner.
23. Try dim sum in Chinatown.
24. Go to the Newseum in D.C.
25. Go to a festival / fair.
26. Learn a new card game.
27. Spend a day on the beach.
28. Recreate the balloon project on my birthday (or just for fun!).
29. Do something crazy.
30. Share some of my favorite sights with my soon-to-be-assigned Little!

GET MOVING
31. Go hiking (some great ideas here).
32. Run a charitable race (Fifth Avenue Mile, New York Underwear Run, Empire State Run Up, New Year Midnight Run).
33. Try the 100 pushups challenge.
34. Take a cult fitness class – flywheel or barre or kickboxing.
35. Sign up for ballet.
36. Do the splits.

CREATE
37. Read “The Artist’s Way.”
38. Read something by Proust.
39. Read “A Feast for Crows” and “A Dance with Dragons” before the “Game of Thrones” season 5 premier.
40. Publish something.
41. Host a brunch.
42. Craft something I found on Pinterest.
43. Crochet another headband / ear warmer.
44. Make fried okra.
45. Make homemade yogurt.
46. Do a standup comedy routine (via Peppercomm!).
47. Paint my room.
48. Take a photowalk.

MAKE A CHANGE
49. 12 Months of Meaningful Improvement:
January: Month of using zero disposable cups or bottles.
February: Month of drinking nothing but water (and protein shakes).
March: Month of no television.
April: Month of meatless Mondays.
May: Month of twice-weekly blog posts.
June: Month of morning walks.
July: Month supporting only small / local businesses.
August: Month without shopping.
September: Month without taking a cab.
October: Month without gluten. Just shut up and do it.
November: Month of daily gratitudes.
December: Month of random acts of kindness.
50. Implement Thursdays as a spend-free day.
51. Donate my hair to Pantene Beautiful Lengths again! This will also require buying a new hair dryer ☺
52. Learn a new(ish) language.

PROGRESS / SAVE
53. Build up a three-month emergency fund.
54. Ask for a raise / promotion.
55. Invest in something, even if it’s just Kiva.
56. Start contributing to my 401(k) (I haven’t reached the minimum time limit yet).
57. Improve my credit score by 10 points.
58. Join a professional group (PRSSA, New York Women in Communications).
69. Attend 5 networking events.
70. Set a date for my next big trip. Contribute $100 (or ideally, much more) to the fund each month!

Have any ideas for future lists? Want to join me for a few? Leave comments, ideas, and share your own lists – I’m always hungry for new ideas and inspiration!

2014 Bucket List Review

10647114_10152844527323760_2228545618988916624_nAs I build up to my 2015 bucket list reveal, I wanted to share my progress this year! For those new to the game, my annual bucket lists are my favorite tradition, a way to kick myself in the butt and encourage ongoing growth and adventuring throughout the year 🙂

2014 has been a wild year (though I feel like I say that every year). I moved to New York (Dec. 2013), started a new internship (Dec. 2013), walked in my college graduation (May), found another new job (May), got promoted in fewer than six months (Nov.), moved another 457931 times (Jan., May, August), and never wore any earrings (the horror!!).

I explored my city, vacationed in Maryland (July) and Maine (Aug.), and am bringing AB home for a much-anticipated holidays. Of the 65 items on my list, I completed 50 (woot!); and of the 15 remaining, five just don’t interest me any more, five were pushed to 2015, and five are still contenders for 2014. Hey, I’ve still got some time.

  1. Kiss my boyfriend at midnight on New Year’s Eve. Love you AB!
  2. See the new World Trade Center MemorialDid it on my week off! Check out the post here.
  3. Ice skate in Boston Common or Central Park or Rockefeller Center. Not yet, but planning to for the 2014 holidays!
  4. Do some DIY crafting to decorate my new apartment. I made these gold leaf agate coasters!
  5. Walk and relax on the High Line. Did it on my week off! Check out the post here.
  6. Figure out my job… sitch.
  7. Bike through Central Park (again!). I walked a bunch, that count?
  8. See the Lion King on Broadway in Feb. My holiday present from AB—amazing!
  9. Become a member of Kappa’s alumna network. Eh. Not feeling this one for now.
  10. Start my mini book club with Captain America and blog about it.
  11. Exchange guest blog posts with Sugarwoman! Didn’t guest blog for her, but did share some posts on Peppercomm’s RepMan and Innovation Mill blogs.
  12. Visit Coney Island. Did it on my week off!
  13. Go to the Bronx Zoo (Wednesday is pay-what-you-wish day!). Eh. Not feeling this one for now.
  14. Pay off my credit card.
  15. Ride the tram to Roosevelt Island. Did it on my week off!
  16. Go running in Central Park. April 18, 2015. I played with puppies!
  17. Go apple picking and bake something delicious. Pushing to 2015 list.
  18. Visit a museum (or two or three. The Met’s $25 admission is only the “recommended” price; and the MoMA is free on Friday evenings). Did it on my week off! Check out the posts here and here.
  19. Be in a studio audience. I went to see Dolly Parton perform on Good Morning America!
  20. Get a library card, and explore in more depth the New York Public Library.
  21. Slurp up some frozen hot chocolate at SerendipityDelicious :)
  22. Find a restaurant with amazing duck. Not putting it on the 2015 list per se, but it’s still a goal. I miss Parisian duck.
  23. Crochet something. Made this crocheted headband and scarf.
  24. Visit a winery.
  25. Participate in a class or conference. (Like Alt Summit in NYC, or a free online class). I participated in Alt Summit May 8-10! Find a recap here.
  26. Buy furniture (I know some people might not find this exciting but I DO!). Outfitted my new apartment, and got a super pretty new chair for my bedroom 🙂
  27. Walk at Northeastern graduationMay 2, 2013
  28. Host a dinner party inspired by a show, movie, or fairy tale (ala Heston Blumenthal, or Game of Thrones again!). Not feasible this year. Pushed to 2015 list.
  29. Eat a cronut.
  30. Take a tour or use a big apple greeter and get to know the big city. Big apple greeters are not available to NYC residents, so I count my week off, running around the city :)
  31. Try a new workout fad or class (preferably in the form of a free trial). Ballet, at-home workouts, new lifting routine.
  32. Institute a new workout plan.
  33. Take the “Captain America tour” of the Natural History Museum.
  34. Watch the Olympic Opening Games (I freaking love the Olympics!).
  35. Dress up and go to a speakeasyDecember 2013 (I got a jumpstart!)
  36. Weekend ski trip in March? Went with AB on his company-funded trip!
  37. Learn a little something more about various wines (Are there workbooks for this?).
  38. Send more thank-you notes, in general. Check out my favorite stationary here.
  39. Find a new perfume that’s all me (This one?). Still looking. Pushed to 2015 list.
  40. Keep a monthly budget and stick to it. Monitor pennies and dimes (with some fancy apps, etc.).“Help me, I’m poor.”
  41. Stop. Eating. Gluten. Meh.
  42. Do something worthwhile for the holidays (like volunteer and/or go home!). I’m going to bring my man home for the holidays!
  43. “Zenify” my living space.
  44. Keep to my “Perfect 10” philosophy.
  45. Live like a local, explore like a tourist <3 (more to come!)
  46. Whittle my makeup routine down to only 4 or 5 items.
  47. Buy a lip/cheek stainNot feeling this anymore.
  48. Invest in matching underwear sets. 
  49. Eliminate TV as a remedy for being bored (keep it to regularly watched shows). Read or write instead.
  50. Find a quality tailor and have my suit jacket fitted.
  51. Have my favorite boots re-soled. Love getting them redone!
  52. Hand make holiday gifts/stocking stuffers this year.
  53. Buy brightly colored pants (like these?)
  54. Set myself up to live debt-free in 2015. I’m well on my way!
  55. Make a new female friend. 
  56. Learn something that increases my professional value (e.g. coding, finance, social media). Counting Alt For Everyone!
  57. Purchase or make a new (artsy) camera strap.
  58. Maintain an apartment wish list so I can strategically and intelligently make purchases.
  59. Take before and after pictures of my new apartment. Oops…
  60. Identify and blog about a 2014 theme.
  61. Get a new pair of eyeglasses. Will do in 2015…
  62. Buy a living plant (herbs or topiary or desk plant?) and keep it alive. Meet Arnold here.
  63. Find a pair of work-appropriate jeans.
  64. Re-pierce my ears (After my right hole tore, I’m trying to let them close up). I don’t think they’re ready. Pushing to 2015…
  65. Do something crazy. I’ll never tell…

Cheers to a wonderful 2014! Stay tuned for updates on my 2015 list, but please feel free to share suggestions of items / adventures to include!

Once Upon a Time… I was a writer

cat-sleepingI’ve started writing this post more times than I care to count. And each time I come to the same conclusion: I don’t have anything to say. It’s a blank. The last time I wrote, I was a month into my new job. It’s been four months, the longest dry spell Musings She Wrote – and its predecessors – has ever seen.

Meanwhile at work, I’m now hurtling toward the six month mark, I’ve earned a place on my client teams and taken on increasing responsibility. Also, I’m completely tapped of creative energy.

I used to write because I felt I had some burgeoning, bubbling creative upchuck (remember ‘brain barf?’) and needed an outlet. And now… I come home and I’m exhausted. I pay my rent, I make food, I go to the gym, I work. I’m completely tapped of that creative energy. Each. And. Every. Day. And that’s not to say I’m running on empty; one of the few nuggets I retained from high school physics is that energy doesn’t die. It’s just converted into different forms of energy.

By the time I get home from the office, I’ve spent nine hours turning whatever creative energy I had into stay-awake-during-client-call energy, and into media pitches, into strategic plans and outlines, into social media campaigns.

And with what little (if any) energy remains, I convert into physical energy at the gym, where I lift heavy things repeatedly.

By the time I stumble home, I maybe cook. Or clean. If nothing else, I’ve learned to be grateful there’s not something else – a puppy or a child – in the picture. Being an adult is amazing, splendid, beautiful. And wholeheartedly the most exhausting thing ever.

At work this week, I was talking to my boss about a new writing class she’s taking at the MOMA. She’s learning how to write art critiques, just for fun – to engage the creative side of her brain that isn’t always engaged by client work.

I have kickball. I have the gym. I don’t have an art writing class. A while ago, I wrote up some steps to boost creativity, to beat writers’ block. Only, I don’t think this is writers’ block. I’m just drained. And short of illegal substances, and/or inserting a caffeine drip into my bloodstream, I don’t know how to combat it.

But I want to use my brain. I want to be creative. I want my art critique course. And I’m taking suggestions.

Step one was stumbling through the two weeks it took to write this post. I wrote something, and it wasn’t a list of tweets or a media plan or an email (actually I draft almost all my blog posts in Gmail drafts, but I digress). But I need something more. It’s bucket list time soon, and I want to look forward to some new challenge.

Calculus class? I’ll take it. Photo blogging a scenic walk every weekend? Sure. Painting? Drawing? Sommelier courses? How do y’all engage your brain? And how do you stay awake past 9 p.m.? When did naps go out of style?

My Week Off in New York: Part 3 (Fri & Weekend)

See parts 1 and 2 of my week off here.

Swept up in the rush and excitement of starting a new job, I didn’t finish recapping my week off (silly me). I’ll get to additional updates shortly, but first…

I started my Friday by walking to 59th street to pick up the tram to Roosevelt Island (free for those with a monthly metro card, and #15 on my bucket list!). The view from the tram was stunning.

(Note: In the interim between adventuring and writing this post, my iPhone was wiped, so pictures are mostly what I posted during the day on Instagram. Womp.)

I putzed around Roosevelt Island a bit – it’s a really residential haven amid the hecticness (hecticocity?) of New York. But a real winner. There’s an old insane asylum still standing (sadly, behind fences and totally off limits. You know me and haunted old buildings), and a funky little park as well.

05asylum_600From there, I hopped on the subway for a long ride out to Coney Island, where – despite less than ideal weather – the rides were running and the ice cream parlors were open. So naturally I had an ice cream cone. Before riding the famed Cyclone (which in retrospect seems like the wrong order).

Stomach in tact, and with wind-blown hair, I last visited the Brooklyn Aquarium. Much of the aquarium is closed to visitors while they rebuild post-Sandy, but the fishies were adorbs and I made a friend of this little guy.

I spent the weekend relaxing, walking around my own neighborhood, reading, and hanging with my Kappa sister Dani before starting my new job – crazy to think it’s already been a month since I started (clearly I’ve been busy) 🙂

My Week Off in New York: Part 2 (Thurs)

See Part 1 here.

Another day of amazing adventures in New York! Though nothing that I accomplished today was on my bucket list (necessarily), I still feel immensely exhausted. I adventured in Brooklyn today (first time while living here to venture to another borough!), and made the mistake of assuming that the outer boroughs were as easy to navigate as Manhattan… oops….

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And speaking of Manhattan, that’s were I started. With a coffee and breakfast on the city side of the Brooklyn Bridge. Then the walking began, as I ventured over the East River to Brooklyn (Fun fact: Brooklyn, originally “Breuckelen,” was named after the Dutch city of the same name), with my single grande nonfat extra hot salted caramel mocha with only three pumps of flavoring with whip… and my phone (no fancy camera today, but I think I did alright!).

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Once actually in Brooklyn, I wandered around like a lost puppy (there’s so much room in other boroughs!) before finally stumbling into the BLDG 92. Now, I’d heard many positive things about BLDG 92, and also that is was free, but I didn’t really know what it was. Turns out it’s a museum outlining the Brooklyn naval yard’s rich history—from contributing to all major American wars up to the 70s to being decommissioned to becoming a now-haven for startups and artists. The museum was incredibly well produced—I would definitely recommend. Oh, and no surprise, I bought a postcard.

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From BLDG 92, more walking (2.5 miles?) to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. For an impossibly low student rate of $5, I got to stroll through the gardens. The blue bells (which are gorgeous and don’t bloom in California) were stunning, and I took some time to kick my feet up at the Asian serenity pond and write up aforementioned postcard.

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Fun little side note? I’ve been dying to get a plant for my desk. I didn’t at my internship, because I figured I would if / when I got a real job… So… I got a teensy tiny plant while at the Garden. It’s not even four inches tall, but I love it—the perfect addition to my new desk at my new job (weeee)! Friends, meet Arnold (yes, I name my plants). Turns out I did accomplish a bucket list item (#62, buy a living plant and keep it alive)!

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After the Botanical Garden, I walked what I thought was the most direct path to the Green-Wood Cemetery. Sure, it was three miles out of the way, but I did get to traipse through Prospect Park, which hadn’t been among the originally planned attractions. While there, I found this incredible old boat house. If I can be a total girl for five minutes, it was the exact kind of place that girls (I mean, I’m not saying me) dream of getting married. It had this green tiled ceiling and a gorgeous view of the water and and and. So freaking cool.

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Anyway, then I walked some more. And some more. And I strolled (which is really just walking’s evil cousin). And I finally made my way to Green-Wood Cemetery. So remember how I cry in museums and churches? Well, I love cemeteries. I’m just a weirdo like that. and Green-Wood is basically the Empire State Building of cemeteries. In the early 1860s, Green-Wood had a reputation for its 478 acres (told you there was a ton of walking) of beauty, attracting 500,000 visitors a year, second only to Niagara Falls as the nation’s greatest tourist attraction. Apparently, I’m not the only one who likes cemeteries.

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While at Green-Wood, I tiptoed into this tiny little chapel (I was all alone), and paused to breathe. I didn’t cry, but it was stunningly beautiful, filled with the tie-dyed light from the stained glass. In all, an absolutely EXHAUSTING day, but amazing nonetheless. Now, to nap…

IMG_5030P.S. I looked it up, and I walked roughly nine miles. Ha!

 

My Week Off in New York: Part 1 (Mon – Wed)

I know it’s against the rules of blogging to include so much information in one post, but there’s just so much to share! Starting with… Remember that internship at which I’ve been busting my butt since December? It’s over. Sad face. So what’s next? I start Tuesday as an associate (I just can’t get over that title. I feel so darn cool) at an amazing new firm. With an equally amazing list of diverse clients. To say I’m jazzed is to completely undermine how stoked (there are those California roots) I am. Bucket List #6, cheecckkkk.

So how to celebrate my last week of freedom? Tackling the crap out of my bucket list. Only, Monday, I was gettin’ real friendly with the toilet, doubled over with a stomach flu. So every other day this week is jam-packed to make up for all the awesome things I’ve missed.

Monday: Toilet bonding.

Tuesday: Running errands (like buying a new bikini!), accepting jobs, and sunbathing in Central Park with aforementioned new bikini. And cleaning AB’s apartment, which is exhilarating to type-As like me!

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Wednesday: Treating myself to crepes and a latte, a walk through Central Park, visit to the Met (#18, visit a museum), then ice cream on the High Line (#5, walk and relax on the high line) and a trip to see the World Trade Center Memorial (which I still hadn’t seen! #2).

The crepe, latte, and morning walk (with Kindle) was obviously great. And the Met? Wowza. So much to see… so I stuck to my standard go-tos—Egyptian (I used to want to be an Egyptologist), and European Impressionist. I also stumbled into a Conde Nast-sponsored fashion exhibition and, at Captain America’s insistence, traipsed through the American Wing. In general, I feel about museums like I do about churches. Just being in them makes me so overwhelmingly conscious of my own insignificance. Sometimes, I find myself drawn to a particular piece and can’t explain why but it gives me goosebumps the same way great dissonant chord or a climactic romantic scene does. It seems cliche to call them goosebumps, but the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, called by the beauty of some things in a way that I can only describe as feeling. Sometimes art, like music or love, makes me feel. Well, duh.

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Anyway, on the way out, I bought a Van Gogh post card. I just love Van Gogh; his insanity makes him so… relatable? And I love Impressionism because the beauty of the art is in the eye of the beholder. The art isn’t a photograph, it’s not real. It’s lines and dots and smudges that the brain interprets as something beautiful. Every time I see Van Gogh or Monet or Manet’s work, it’s a deeply personal experience, all my own.

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Van Gogh’s work… not mine.

Anyway, so I left with sore feet and goosebumps and a postcard, which I wrote up while sitting on the Met steps a la Gossip Girl, listening to an a Capella group.

Then I made my way downtown to walk a 12-block stretch of the High Line, but not without stopping for an ice cream first.

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I finished the day at the World Trade Center Memorial. It was a little to early (just opened a few days ago and still very much the tourist thing to do in the city) and a little too expensive to go to the museum, so I stuck with the memorial, people watching. I also took a stroll through the cemetery of St. Paul’s Chapel. 
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Musings on Chalk and Celery and Creativity: My Quarter-Life Crisis

celeryWhen I was younger, I loved loved loved the 1995 remake of “The Little Princess.” There’s one scene when little Sara draws a circle in chalk on her damp attic floor, then curls up in a ball in that circle, fetal. This is how I feel. She was reeling from the presumed death of her father; I’m just having what I can only describe as a quarter-life crisis.

I just feel… off. Let me attempt to delve into the complexity of what, exactly, I’m feeling: I am a limp and rubbery stalk of celery. I feel completely drained of my battery; I have no backbone, like I’m wilted.

And I think I’ve figured out the root (ha) of this anxiety: I am homeless. The closest I can possibly come to my own personal happy space is that circle drawn in chalk. Sure, I have a sublet with great roommates, but none of the things are mine. A stranger’s art lines the walls; her dirty pink rug sits on the floor; her clothes fill the armoire; I sleep under her linens in her bed. And sure, I have an amazing boyfriend with an amazing apartment complete with amazing roommate, and I spend a lot of time there. But it’s not mine. I may cook and clean and sleep there, but AB never fails to remind me that I don’t, in fact, live there. The couches, my very first adult purchase, no longer belong to me. Nothing, save for some clothes and toiletries, is mine. I express my frustration to him, and he says to go home and have alone time there. But it’s not “alone time” that I need. It’s “me time.” The fact of the matter is I can’t be who or do what I want when my life is boxed up in a basement far away.

I’m actually on the verge of tears right now. This reality is excruciatingly difficult for me. It has detrimental effects on my psyche, and completely goes against my mental health clause. Because when I don’t have “me time,” my creativity dies a slow, painful death. All the things that make me feel like me—the majority of my wardrobe, my furniture, my cowboy boots, my yoga mat—are sitting in a basement. I thought I’d be settled in my own place in March. I now know it won’t be until June or July. You try living out of a suitcase, and in the shadow of another person’s life for six months and tell me how sane you feel.

I want to write a book, I want to tackle my Pinterest-inspired DIY projects, I want to ramp up my blog, I want to take up yoga again, I want to host a party in my own kitchen with my own kitchen utensils. Mine, mine, mine.

I don’t have the means to fix this right now and, as a result, I feel trapped.

I believe it was Maya Angelou who said something to the tune of—when inspiration hits, she has to scramble to write it down, lest she lose it forever.

Recently, my mother and I were taking about my older brother, a photographer and the definition of an artist. Many times in his life he’s said that if he is unable to pursue his art, it will—literally—kill him. And though I used to brush off his remarks as exaggerated and dramatic, I now believe him. When his circumstances prevent him from shooting, a part of him dies. I feel the same way. My circumstances—tolerable in small doses—are now stifling my creativity and my happiness. I feel the artistry bubbling up, but don’t feel I have the means to express it. My reflex is to either implode and curl up in that chalk circle, or explode and somehow find my escape—literally and figuratively. If celery can be saved with an ice bath, then so can I (right?).

2014 Bucket List: New Year, New York

times-square-1024x768I recently published a list outlining what I did and (more likely) did not cross off of my 2013 Bucket List. My bucket lists are my favorite tradition, started New Years 2009, before I graduated high school. Here’s my reasoning behind bucket lists, rather than resolutions: Resolutions start with the negative…

I’m too fat.

…and then turn into proactive “resolutions…”

To lose weight, I will go to the gym four times a week.

…which are haphazardly followed for the first couple of weeks of the new year, before they fall by the wayside and all you’re left with is a monthly gym membership fee. Bucket Lists are lists of action items, things I would like to do/learn/accomplish just for the sake of doing/learning/accomplishing them. So without further ado, my sixth annual bucket list: Continue reading

New York in December

In a first date of sorts with my new city, I walked around some of New York’s most well-known holiday destinations, drinking in the festive atmosphere and filming. Though I’d originally intended for the video to be standalone, I’ve also included detailed information about my “tour” and each of the locations I visited, so it can be recreated by any festive-feeling tourists in the city.

Click the map for more information on where I went, as well as the the landmarks’ hours and addresses. Happy New York Christmas!

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I had lunch on Friday with an editor for Esquire magazine that I met through an extended 6-degrees-esque connection. Over lunch, we discussed writing and journalism and life and general “brain barf.” And he mentioned that he walks to work every day because the 2+ mile walk provides him an opportunity to sort through that brain barf and compose it into well-organized story ideas.

I’m not quite crazy enough to walk 20 blocks in the freezing rain-slush fiasco that currently plagues the streets of Manhattan, but the weekend’s weather wasn’t quite so atrocious and I spent my Sunday meandering through the city. I walked up to Times Square and took pictures and reoriented my internal compass and let myself be a tourist in my new home. Tip to travelers: if you walk around alone, you don’t get hassled by the ticket peddlers 🙂

Anyway, as I was wondering the streets and perfecting my people-watching skills, I realized something about dating in New York that Sex in the City never fully covered. Contrary to popular belief, there are plenty of men on this tiny little island. They’re just not 10s. And there are even more women, and many of them are 20 feet tall and stunningly gorgeous. Given the scales, men can easily date up in this city. And they do.

Ladies, turns out the key to a happy relationship in this city is to simply lower your standards! Ta-da.

But gents, beware that that 10 you just scored likely towers over you when she dons her stilettos. Try not to let it get to you. Napoleon syndrome is never sexy (trust me).