Self

  I realized recently that I’ve written six years of blog posts without one “tribute” to the two people who gave me the ability to write in the first place (in that they gave me life, which gave me hands, but also in the general parental support and guidance way). But I didn’t want to write some generic, mushy account of what my parents mean …

Guys – I’ve been powering through the list over the past few weeks, and I’m proud to say that progress has been made! Here’s the latest.   Stay up all night partying This has yet to happen and probably will not, BUT Saturday is literally my last chance, so I’m going to give it everything I’ve got. I technically have nine nights remaining, but I …

–> I technically can’t write a final word on a topic I have yet to cover with one word, but it felt crazy to go through six years of writing about my 20s without discussing one of the things I thought about most of the course of those six years: my body. I feel like I owe it, to both every woman who has ever …

Yesterday Forbes came out with the 2013 30-Under-30 List, and I wasn’t on it – again. This time, though, it stung a little. This year was my final chance to make this seemingly arbitrary list created by an unknown committee of people. I’ve never going to be a 30-Under-30 – ever. No, it’s never been a goal of mine. No, I don’t believe there’s any …

I have a million tiny regrets from my 20s. Things like I wish I’d run a 5K and I wish I’d ever wanted to run a 5K for more than a second. Then there’s things like I kinda wish I kissed that one super handsome filmmaker from Australia and I wish I hadn’t kissed that one super rude banker from Long Island. And of course …

It’s been approximately one week since my (self-imposed and totally ridiculous) challenge was set (by myself). Here’s where I’m at, because I know you’ve been staying up all night wondering.  Stay up all night partying On Sunday night/Monday morning I went to sleep at 1AM. It was really, really rough and I felt miserable the next day even though I was completely sober. Awesome.  Go …

If you asked me, “How long can you wait to have a baby?” before I read this Atlantic article, I would have said, “It gets really dangerous to try having children after around 34.” My answer would have been based on random headlines I’ve seen or studies I’ve skimmed. It also would have been rooted in the almighty, “things I’ve heard lots of people say,” …

Today is the first day of July, and July is the month directly before my birthday month, August, and this August I’ll be celebrating my 30th birthday (in case you missed the barrage of posts about it), meaning today marks one month before the end of my 20s. It’s cool. I’m not feeling completely and totally over-dramatic about it or anything. I don’t, like, want …

I spent the past four days shopping for a wedding dress on the east coast.  Four days, 10 appointments across two states, and I believe roughly 70 dresses. My “Overachievers Anonymous” group tells me that’s a lot. Just kidding. I obviously don’t have time for Overachievers Anonymous.  People have tons of advice around proper shopping for the “most important dress you’ll ever wear” (side note: …

Two things make today’s post incredibly relevant: 1. Tonight is Game 7 of the NBA finals. A. I know this, which is big in and of itself. B. I know that the San Antonio Spurs and their “Flying Frenchman” Tony Parker are playing the Miami Heat and their maybe-greatest-player-of-all-time LeBron James (huge of me!). I also know that some guy named Duncan was supposed to …