Friday, August 15, 2014

I'm Baaaaackkkkkkkk

Oh hello, blog friends. It's been nearly a year since I last wrote. So much has changed of course, but much remains the same.

I'm happy. Probably the happiest I've ever been. I'm healthy. My family is healthy. I'm employed. All is well.

You're probably wondering what I've been up to. Well, to recap:

1. My sister got married.

2. One of my best friends had a baby.

3. I attended a hipster wedding in Brooklyn.

4. I attended a west coast meets mid west wedding in Chicago.

5. I walked the boardwalk along the Jersey Shore.

6. I watched the sunset in Fire Island.

7. I slow danced on pretty much every corner of NYC.

8. I laughed until I cried.

9. I gained 7 pounds.

10. I lost 5 pounds.

11. I gained 2 pounds.

12. I citibiked all over Brooklyn...in a black dress.

13. Oh wait, I turned 30.

14. I fell in lust.

15. I fell out of lust.

16. I saw my first UCB improv show.

17. I took more trains and subways than I ever have before.

18. I read the Goldfinch.

19. I stayed out too late.

20. I watched too much Bravo.

21. I ate breakfast in bed.

22. I fell in love with bourbon.

23. I fell in love with Brooklyn.

24. I fell in love with a boy.

How was your year?


Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Cha-Cha-Changes...

Hello there, blog friends. Holy shit, it's been such a long time. My bad. No hurt feelings, I hope. Apparently my goal of blogging even once of month has went unmet. Since September feels very much like a new beginning, I'm going to take an official break from Weight and See (and long-form blogging in general).

This is by no means permanent, but just until I get the urge again. For now, please follow my adventures over on tumblr or twitter.

Good talk. See you out there.

Monday, July 22, 2013

You Get What You Give...Karma and Such

This summer has been many things -- excitement, adventure, stress, planning...and more planning. The past week or so I've felt overwhelmed. The many obligations -- both family and otherwise, had me feeling a bit out of it. Last night I decided to have an evening completely to myself reading and catching up on some TV (and tons of work email).

This morning I woke up to face a particularly crazy week, but with a new perspective. I'm a huge believer in giving others what I'd want to receive. Give love, get love, and all that jazz. I decided to be patient, make my To-Do list's and just breath. Simply doing something to make someone smile, saying thank you, and acknowledging how important someone is -- that is the stuff that really counts. This summer I've been spending my free Saturdays at the Brooklyn Bridge Park Boathouse volunteering (I manage their social media as well) and it's been such a rewarding experience. Seeing how happy people are to get out on the water and enjoy the stunning views of lower Manhattan it just makes me appreciate how wonderful my life here in NYC is.

So my goal for this week is to just smile more, be friendlier, offer to help when I can, and not sweat the small stuff. As my friend said to me on Saturday afternoon: I'm healthy, employed, have great friends and family close by, what do I have to be upset about? To that I say, right on, dude!

Happy Monday!

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Some Thoughts On Happiness

Lately I've been thinking about happiness. Not my own, actually -- the happiness of those around me. I can't be sure where this started, but I do know that I have become completely fascinated by what floats someone else's boat.

Happiness looks completely different for everyone. I know women in their thirties (or even forties) thrilled to be single and free, floating around NYC looking fantastic. I know women in their mid-twenties married and pregnant glowing with impending joy. Is one happier than the other? Society would have us believe so. This is not some I'm almost thirty and unmarried rant (for once). You see, the more I look around at what I'm supposed to have/do, the happier I am with what I have/am doing.

I don't feel the same pressures I did at 27 thankfully. Apparently there's something to be said for getting more comfortable in your skin as you age. Holy shit, it's true! It's not about weight (luckily has been quite low for a while) or my dating status (which has changed a few times in the last year), but rather with being happy that I'm me. I don't want what other people have anymore. I want my life. Because it's rad. And it's mine.

I want to wear all white and then get caught in the rain (ahem today) and I want to drink a bottle of wine and eat a pound of cheese with a cute dude. I want to obsess over a data flow until I'm blue in the face and watch stupid movies from 1996. The best part is, I can!

When I hear a friend going through a rough dating patch -- and good lord I've been there as well my heart breaks a little for them. Not because being single is so awful, although it has its moments, but because I can feel the pressure they feel. It's a hard trap to break free from. My trap door flew open and I'm not exactly sure when, but let freedom rain!

Oh and a quick word on being miserably single...I have been there and one thing I know for sure is...no one wants to date an unhappy person. I have come to believe the whole "be who you want to be with" nonsense because it just makes too much damn sense to ignore!

Get happy! You're you!

Thursday, June 6, 2013

A Knight In Shining...Cowboy Boots?

Well, hello there! I have not forgotten about you, my lovely blog friends. I have been increasingly busy and truth be told have about ten unfinished post drafts.

This past weekend I, along with ten girlfriends, invaded Austin for a bachelorette party. Despite the triple-digit temperature we managed to have an amazing time. I ate my weight in meat and enjoyed extremely cheap drinks (hello $3 beer)! Besides the flat landscape and Southwest architecture, there was one glaring different between Austin and New York City -- the fellas. Austin is an interesting mix of real Southern cowboys, bearded hipsters, and preppy Polo-wearing dudes.

Friday night we decided to go the cowboy route and invaded a bar known for it's bull riding and line dancing. At first I wasn't too thrilled to be there.  The New York Jew in me looked at all the cowboy hats and rolled my eyes. After a few minutes of watching couples line dance (at least that's what I think it was) we were all mesmerized. It was so romantic. Some couples were far better dancers than others, but I was completely impressed.

As we were watching a man in a cowboy hat approached one of my friends said, "would you like to dance?"  She agreed (well, we forced her to go) and the whole thing was just so cute. In New York City men don't ask women "to dance" they just brush up against you and assume you'll go with it. Being the jaded New Yorker that I am, I was so relieved to know that chivalry is, in fact, alive and well down South. Now if only those guys would ditch the cowboy hats and head to NYC. If only.


Thursday, May 2, 2013

Blocked

The past few days I've been suffering from a rather brutal case of writers block. Luckily I have been able to churn out my normal amount of copy for clients, but this blog has been neglected. Passing moments of "I should blog that" have occurred, but then I would start to type and one weak sentence would emerge. This is unusual for me as my mind is totally spinning with ideas and excitement recently. I want to share it all here, but part of me is holding back.

So for now, I'm going to stick with a list of stuff. I haven't listed here in a very long time. Everyone loves a good list, right? RIGHT?

1. I have a list of movies I want to see as long as my arm. Anyone want to be my movie buddy?

2. Today is my sister Jackie's 26th birthday. This makes me feel old.

3. Last weekend I spent one glorious day in Williamsburg at Smorgasburg. The views alone are well worth the 5 min L ride. You know how dogs hang their heads out the window, tongues wagging, when they're excited? Well, that was me. Bearded dudes, amazing food and fantastic weather and puppies everywhere, I mean I didn't stand a chance.

4. Bloggers don't always make the best live interviewers.

5. Lately my calendar has been filled with a lot of stuff - both personal and professional and at times it has been a bit overwhelming. It seems like people are asking a lot from me whether it be birthday gift suggestions, parties, charity events, meetings, etc. The other night I just decided to do what I can, when I can and not feel guilty saying no. It was like a weight was lifted.

6. You have to be obsessed with a problem to find a solution.

7. Don't take the first "no" for an answer.

8. How much sushi do you have to consume before it's considered a problem?

9. I'm currently so restless on the UES. Every weekend I find myself wanting to explore, explore, explore and I haven't had this much fun in years.

10. Ask someone you find interesting to coffee or a drink. It's the most efficient way to share ideas and really get to know what makes someone tick.

11. Put on mascara. I need to take my own advice.

12. Don't listen to your friends. Do what makes you happy. This goes both ways of course - no one should listen to me, I haven't got a clue.

13. Walk instead of taking the subway. Take your time.

14. If you want something, ask for it.

15. If you think someone is cute, wink at them. Just kidding, wanted to see if you were still paying attention. First smile at them, then wink. You don't want to be a creepster.



Monday, April 22, 2013

A New Week...

So I started and stopped about ten posts over the last week. First let me say that everyone I knew running the Boston Marathon or who lives in that beautiful city are totally safe and sound. I am very, very lucky. As details emerged from the bombing I found myself completely glued to my computer. The TV news stations appeared too slow for me. I refreshed my Twitter feed like a madwoman for days on end. I was sucked into the information black hole that is the Internet. I read article after article -- witness account after witness account. I watched the surveillance video so many times I lost count. You could say I was a bit obsessed.

What I found so fascinating was how quickly information -- and misinformation (ahem CNN) went viral. A bunch of folks I follow on Twitter were listening and live tweeting via the Boston police scanner. Friday evening I found myself on line in front of Howard Stern at the Whole Foods on 57th with my sister. Here we were buying pounds of cheese and dips for my brother-in-law's surprise 30th birthday party the next day and every few moments I was refreshing my Twitter. Life was continuing to happen, yet I was so distracted that entire evening flew by like a moment.

I was frustrated that I felt a tinge of fear when I stepped onto a MTA bus last Tuesday morning. I saw a backpack that looked abandoned and my stomach dropped. I hate that. It made me feel as though those two misguided brothers had won. Feeling safe and normal and going about my life should have been the best defense -- I just couldn't shake this uneasy, sick-to-my-stomach feeling. Every time I heard of another amputee making it out of surgery I would cry. On the street, in my office, on my couch at home -- it didn't matter. Normalcy. That's all I was looking for. Watching tanks roll through Watertown was horrifying, but also made me realize there are so many countries who live like that every single day. War-ravaged areas that the 24-hour news channels have long abandoned. What will come of those people? The frustration is almost too much. I almost feel guilty that I live here. Yes, we've had some awful stuff happen in the last fifteen or so years. Yes, we have stellar first responders and I find comfort in that. When I watched the footage of the bombs going off I noticed all the people running towards to smoke. Literally into the flames and smoke and blood to help people. How amazing is that? Those people are my heroes. Instead of frustration I decided to focus on what I can control. I can be helpful and unafraid -- and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

So on Friday night, well after my midnight baking adventures were complete and the second and seemingly final suspect was in custody, I fell into the first deep sleep of the week. I woke up Saturday morning feeling relieved and proud. I was ready for a new week.

This weekend was the perfect "exhale" after such a tense week. We surprised my brother-in-law with a trip to the North Fork for a day of wine tasting with all his closest friends. We drank wine. We laughed. A lot. We huddled together all completely under-dressed for the chilly weather -- and most importantly we celebrated. As an old boss once said to me, "there is so much shit in this world, you celebrate the good stuff with all you got." A poet he was not, but I must say that is exactly how I felt. Yesterday I spent the day basically park hopping instead of bar hopping. I sat with one of my best friends on several sunny benches listening to music, people watching, sipping my iced coffee, and just breathing.

So here's to a new week, filled with laughter...and normalcy. Cheers!