Monthly archives of “February 2011

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Rebecca Minkoff is f*cking hilarious.

 lindsay-lohan-rebecca-minkoff-bag2 "We gave Lindsay Lohan a bag. Back when she was someone you wanted to give bags to…"

Because I’m an irresponsible blogger I can’t say much more than that about this evening’s event at the Learning Annex. In fact, it didn’t hit me until the last 30 seconds that I could/should be approaching the evening as a blog-related outing. Whoops.

 

Instead I randomly saw the seminar on Ideeli and it sounded like a nice "me" time event. And it was. Even though I haven’t wanted to be a fashion designer since I was 5, I found myself scribbling down the names and websites of sources for everything from bag hardware to "factors" (which is like a fashion world verson of an elderly Jewish uncle with cash to loan). I was blown away by her hilarious candor and utter willingness to share all this information freely. She is an encyclopedia of resources, and based on tonight’s talk, I think I can safely say that this is not a woman who believes in scarcity. This is a woman who believes that what you give, you’ll get back tenfold, and that the more people succeed, the more success there is for all of us. It reminded me of Meg and APW in a way, so warm fuzzies there.

 

And did I mention she’s hilarious, in a very wryly unintentional way? I wish I’d had a tape recorder. But then I would feel guilty about blogging about what seemed like insider info. A reporter I really am not meant to be.

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2011 Syllabus : February

Inspired by Whitney Arlene, in January I created a syllabus for myself to give some direction and focus to the quarter-life crisis/navel-gazing/figuring out I’ve been doing. I gave myself readings, writing assignments, projects, and several classes/courses and activities. Each month I write an update on my progress. Click here to view the syllabus.

 

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I can’t believe it’s been a month already. It feels like both 6 months and 6 days. Looking back, January was a very introspective and productive time. February has been stolen from me by outside demands, hahaha.

 

It’s interesting to observe how that happens – as the schedule builds up (mostly in an effort to build reserves to pay for shit later on down the road this year : wedding, honeymoon, kitchen), the first things I fall off on are my blog, and the more introspective, care-taking parts of this syllabus.

 

I’ve been really motivated to keep up with Ramit Sethi’s I Will Teach You to be Rich material (it’s been so helpful I’m crazily even considering his Earn 1k course), primarily because it’s financially motivated – and so am I right now. That’s awesome, and was definitely a focal point of the syllabus, but I guess what concerns me is that this month’s preoccupation with do, do, do! is cutting into the thinking, feeling, discovering aspects.

 

For the last week or so, I’ve felt almost uncomfortable sitting down with Mondo Beyondo material, even though I know dreaming is an important foil to doing–something I felt powerfully during slower, calmer January. Mondo’s almost over and if I take Earn 1k, I’m going to have to be mindful in cultivating the other side of this syllabus.

 

(I also should probably get on top of all that reading I gave myself. Hah. Lesson learned there – just shell out the cash and buy the books ahead of time. Seriously, why is placing an Amazon order something I agonize over?)

Not unlike a Mondo Beyondo list, I actually didn’t look at my syllabus for weeks – not until I was deciding what to do about Earn 1k. But looking back over it to see how E1k fits in, I was surprised by how directly related it is. I can’t help but think this may well be one of the universe nudges in the right direction. But of course, all the old fears of being "scammed" or spending a lot of money on something educational that doesn’t get me anywhere (*coughcollegecough*) rise up anyway…

Last summer I made a choice not to fork over a ton of cash to do a literary retreat with my favorite author of all time. For a week or so I really stressed over the decision and although I had the money something just didn’t feel right. I don’t know if I wasn’t ready to confront my hero or my own fear of being a writer, but I wasn’t ready to go.

And then I had a filling fall out, and suddenly it seemed like I made the perfect choice and I could happily put the same cash towards fixing my long-suffering teeth. And I did. And it feels amazing to have ticked one of the last things I’ve been struggling with for 6+ years off the list. (Not that remembering to appreciate my new functional teeth properly lasted for more than a week.)

 

But now I feel like it might be time to invest in me again. Because to be honest, along with the debt, and the car, and the teeth, and the house, the other thing that’s been nagging me for most of college and beyond is this so-called-career of mine…

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2011 Syllabus : February

 

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I can’t believe it’s been a month already. It feels like both 6 months and 6 days. Looking back, January was a very introspective and productive time. February has been stolen from me by outside demands, hahaha.

 

It’s interesting to observe how that happens – as the schedule builds up (mostly in an effort to build reserves to pay for shit later on down the road this year : wedding, honeymoon, kitchen), the first things I fall off on are my blog, and the more introspective, care-taking parts of this syllabus.

 

I’ve been really motivated to keep up with Ramit Sethi’s I Will Teach You to be Rich material (it’s been so helpful I’m crazily even considering his Earn 1k course), primarily because it’s financially motivated – and so am I right now. That’s awesome, and was definitely a focal point of the syllabus, but I guess what concerns me is that this month’s preoccupation with do, do, do! is cutting into the thinking, feeling, discovering aspects.

 

For the last week or so, I’ve felt almost uncomfortable sitting down with Mondo Beyondo material, even though I know dreaming is an important foil to doing–something I felt powerfully during slower, calmer January. Mondo’s almost over and if I take Earn 1k, I’m going to have to be mindful in cultivating the other side of this syllabus.

 

(I also should probably get on top of all that reading I gave myself. Hah. Lesson learned there – just shell out the cash and buy the books ahead of time. Seriously, why is placing an Amazon order something I agonize over?)

Not unlike a Mondo Beyondo list, I actually didn’t look at my syllabus for weeks – not until I was deciding what to do about Earn 1k. But looking back over it to see how E1k fits in, I was surprised by how directly related it is. I can’t help but think this may well be one of the universe nudges in the right direction. But of course, all the old fears of being "scammed" or spending a lot of money on something educational that doesn’t get me anywhere (*coughcollegecough*) rise up anyway…

Last summer I made a choice not to fork over a ton of cash to do a literary retreat with my favorite author of all time. For a week or so I really stressed over the decision and although I had the money something just didn’t feel right. I don’t know if I wasn’t ready to confront my hero or my own fear of being a writer, but I wasn’t ready to go.

And then I had a filling fall out, and suddenly it seemed like I made the perfect choice and I could happily put the same cash towards fixing my long-suffering teeth. And I did. And it feels amazing to have ticked one of the last things I’ve been struggling with for 6+ years off the list. (Not that remembering to appreciate my new functional teeth properly lasted for more than a week.)

 

But now I feel like it might be time to invest in me again. Because to be honest, along with the debt, and the car, and the teeth, and the house, the other thing that’s been nagging me for most of college and beyond is this so-called-career of mine…

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Honeymoon : Brainstorming

The husband-to-be and I have started throwing around some ideas, the result has been the rapid conclusion that deep in the middle of the worst winter NY has ever had is probably not the most neutral time to plan a honeymoon. As in, all we want to do right now is go to places that look like this:

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Big Corn Island, Nicaragua

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Flamingo Bay Lodge, Inhambane, Mozambique by Aquila

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   The Phoenix Resort, Ambergris Caye, Belize by A.J. Baxter

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Koh Tansay, Cambodia by Jason Tabarias  

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DSC_0037-2Or even someplace I’ve been before. Tamarindo, Costa Rica by Scott Johnson
 

DSC_0542 Tulum, Mexico by Scott Johnson

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“Up” was a downer.

[Wow, my first posted thoughts on marriage. Scary. So scary I procrastinated posting this for a while. And not meant to be pessimistic, or even particularly realistic. Just need to be said. Everything has a dark and a light side, and I’m sure I will get to the light side shortly. :-)]

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Meg’s inhumanly wise post today got me thinking, as they usually do–especially if I’m too busy at work to formulate a comment on the spot.

 

Now that I’ve since had a few hours to think (with some awesome hi-brow, low-brow performances as fuel), and what I thought about was my adverse reaction to "Up."

 

Yes, it made me cry like everyone said it would. But not for the "right" reasons.

 

I left the room in the middle of the tearjerker montage and was away so long that my fiancé had to come after me, finding me in the middle of the kitchen covered in hives and clutching a shot glass.

 

Now, I love him, dare I say, as much as Ellie loved Carl. And I love that I love him. I love that I see us having the same kind of longevity as my grandparents. Fifty plus years of survival.

 

What I do not love is the thought of life getting in the way of our dreams, and day-to-day simplicity and domesticity becoming the dream.

 

And that is what gave me the hives. The presentation of marriage as a gilded cage that strips you of your plans and dreams and leaves you with something else. Something admittedly sweet, but not quite the same.

 

Fuck that noise.

 

Fuck the fear that grips me here pre-wedding, as I struggle with all the examples that say marriage will ruin everything, and I cling to the few examples that say it’s it doesn’t have to be just a default cop-out, it can be a conscious and awesome choice that enriches your life.

 

BUT. But, just as Lauren and her husband so wisely choose to put themselves just a smidge above the other, I think I just might have to put my dreams ahead of my marriage.

 

Just a smidge.