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Self-entitlement vs. self-growth.

The night before the phone interview, I began to rationalize taking on a new role (a promotion!) at the conglomerate: This would be more money that I could put away and then really take the time to build a business when I'm more financially set! Maybe it isn't corporate life that is so bad, maybe… Continue reading Self-entitlement vs. self-growth.

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The golden opportunity.

The week of hell raged on...my inbox groaned and froze frequently due to the constant stream of emails, my caffeine intake tripled and my nails were now non-existent (and my only source of sustenance between meetings). But through it all, a small smile remained on my face, assured and confident that I was ready to… Continue reading The golden opportunity.

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Confessions of a complacent cog.

After the brief spurt last November where I vowed to quit my job over a period of 130 days, a few key things happened: 1. I moved out of the concrete jungle and into a much smaller "up-and-coming" city with Mr. J (cutting down my living expenses in half for a loft that makes my… Continue reading Confessions of a complacent cog.

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A dry January update…

As part of my New Year's resolution of being impeccable with my word (to myself!), I committed to an alcohol-free January. Why subject myself to this torture, you ask? Well...after quite a boozy holiday December, I wanted to prove to myself that I don't need to drink wine to have a good time AND I… Continue reading A dry January update…

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Real life vs. Instagram life

In this culture of shiny Instagram feeds of girl bosses building empires off of duck-face selfies and thigh gaps, the slew of irritatingly chiseled Beach Body coaches "keepin' it real"  with abs that could grate cheese and the infallibly stylish wanderlust millennials with seemingly unlimited trust funds spewing their first-world privilege motivational quotes, it is… Continue reading Real life vs. Instagram life

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Finding my “blogging niche”…

Every post I've ever read about setting up a blog starts with the same advice: "find your niche." This has always dissuaded me from regular writing because my brain simply refuses to focus on one niche. Just because today I'm hellbent on learning everything there is to know about pickling vegetables, doesn't mean that next… Continue reading Finding my “blogging niche”…

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My two new year’s resolutions.

Every year I enthusiastically make a long list of resolutions that ends up crumpled up into a forgotten ball by the end of the February (sound familiar?). In the spirit of simplifying my life this year, I am making only two resolutions that encompass everything that I want to accomplish: Be impeccable with my word...to… Continue reading My two new year’s resolutions.

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Thank you, 2017!

I recently re-read my entire blog from start to finish. It was a mixed bag of emotions: I ebbed from laughing at some of my more self-deprecating posts to feeling sorry for my former self, as I grappled with the experience of my first (but not last) utter mindfuck of a heartbreak. On December 31,… Continue reading Thank you, 2017!

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The end of the countdown.

I did it again. I put so much imaginary pressure on myself to "escape" the cubicle within a certain time frame, that I began to loathe the process. Suddenly the 9-5 grind didn't seem like such a sucker deal anymore. It always comes down to the same problem: taking on too much at once, making… Continue reading The end of the countdown.