dear twenty-eight and single,

I'm not going to sugarcoat it like everyone else seems to do.  I'm not going to tell you that you should celebrate the life that lays ahead of you.  The freedom that is granted to you, and the infinite opportunities at your fingertips.  Nope, I won't go there because I know, firsthand, how difficult it is …

don’t be scared to walk alone. don’t be scared to like it.

As soon as I heard the lyrics, don't be scared to walk alone; don't be scared to like it, from John Mayer's Age of Worry, I knew a post was in order.  But I sit here, 2 days later not really knowing what to write.  In a way I still don't know, but I'm going …

here in these deep city lights, a girl could get lost tonight. i’m finding every reason to be gone. nothing here to hold onto. could i hold you?

 Last night after a rejuvenating spinning class with Stef (Thanks again, Stef!), I ran into a former friend from my hometown- right here in the big city of Chicago.  Of course Facebook previously notified me of her arrival and we communicated via a few messages, but seeing her in the middle of the streets was a …

give me a little and i’ll give you all of me.

There are two kinds of people in this world: Givers & Takers.  The definition of these groups is self-explanatory and the characteristics of each are night-and-day.  Takers never give.  Givers never take.  However, it was brought to my attention during a conversation a few days ago that sometimes Givers need to take which is a …

this too shall pass.

I met a guy.  His name is Ganesha.  Actually, it's God Ganesha.  I met him at the Art Institute of Chicago on Sunday afternoon, and it appears that we hit it off quite well- in my opinion at least. And didn't say anything to make me think otherwise.  In fact, he didn't really say much at all.  A man …

will you do something for me, please? just picture your life for me? thirty years from now, forty years from now? what’s it look like?

I ended this morning's post fairly quickly so let me share a few more thought as where my anxiety-ridden mind was/is.  To recap, I've been feeling very much not like myself these past few days and trying to figure out why & how to change that.  Today my optimism was noticeably absent as I mention that …

can’t read my, can’t read my, no he can’t read my poker face

May 31, 2010 officially marks the end of a month full of good memories, friends, families, weddings, and lots of travel.  I’m beyond exhausted, but as I mentioned in one of my last posts I am merely running on pure adrenaline, love for my friends, and Starbucks.  Shout out to my lovely baristas for that …

the quarter life crisis series: remember to breathe

I was honored to be asked by a fellow blogger that I've met through the 20sb group to serve as a guest blogger this week during his vacation.  Thanks so much, Patrick, for this fun opportunity.  Check out his blog! http://www.dmbosstone.com/  Here is what I wrote about, what he calls, The Quarter Life Crisis (aka. …