Yes, that’s a parking ticket on your windshield. Yes, you illegally parked three car lengths behind a meter maid in downtown San Francisco. Yes, you have a problem. If someone asks you what size beer you’d like to order, making hand motions to show them the size you want is weird. Wait. Yep, it’s still weird. You’ll have a dream
I’ve been toying around with the idea of starting up [blogging] again, but every time I go to write something, I just stare at the screen with nothing to say. But of course, when I’m driving around or sitting in a meeting where I should be paying attention, I have all sorts of thoughts,
Thank you 2014. You did me a solid. This year has been good, like the deep down, trial-by-fire good. I can say this now because I have a tiny bit of perspective, just the slightest that happens in December when jobs are new, and friends are around, and there’s food and warmth and late nights that
You know that feeling when someone says something that suddenly aligns with what you’ve known to be true? You hear it and recognize the fierce truth staring right into you, into your core. And it’s a mix of oh-shit-horror and intense relief. It’s as if someone has reminded you how to spell your own name
Half truths piled on top of half truths do not add up to the whole truth. It’s a just a heap of “not-quite-there-ness.” Grey. Cluttery. If you want satisfaction you have to do the good, hard work of burning down the little lies and resistances. Tear it DOWN. -Danielle LaPorte Destroy. Create. Destroy. Create. Over
The notes I would have left myself if I could see into the future… You will think the rain in San Francisco will let up this week. It won’t, and you’ll get soaked on Tuesday night. Buy an umbrella. A kind-of-bad-thing will happen and you’ll cry. But your friends will fill your life with love and funny quotes and some
1. Pack Less, Roll More You know those bloggers who curate cute outfits and accessories and photograph everything folded and color-coordinated, ready to magically fit in their designer suitcase? Yea, that’s not us. You and me? We DO NOT PACK UNNECESSARY ITEMS. Less is more. Try packing 3 tops for every bottom and sticking to
It doesn’t seem to matter what we do sometimes. It’s as if no one asked us. Our bodies go on doing what they like, breaking, and hurting, and twisting in all the wrong places. These bodies don’t cooperate, even when we do nice things like exercise, and volunteer, and try to avoid plastics and microwaves.
Change can sometimes be the most fantastic thing in the moment, but I still want to yell at the world to stop spinning, just for one moment, just enough to not spill my coffee on my dress or get on the wrong bus line. I quit my job, twice. I moved. I got really mad
The memos I should have sent myself if I could see into the future… Eat breakfast. You’re cranky when you don’t. You will find a new apartment in a neighborhood you love, for not-insane rent, with touch of SF charm. You will have a few meltdowns until you do. Just know you’ll make it. It
PEOPLE I LOVE TO LOVE My sis and her husband officially launched their photography/film business. It’s also how I got that great picture above. #nailedit MOVING PICTURES Daily Show’s Jessica Williams completely nails it. We should all probably send her a thank you note. In case you were wondering is SF is worth it. Yes. Yes it is.
Traveling is work. It can be frustrating, terrifying, lonely, exciting and everything else. You forget to eat, and struggle to sleep, and try to figure out how to be brave in between. You’re dependent on a language that isn’t yours. You check and double-check and hope you get on the right train, going the right