Brain is Cobwebs.

Posted on July 24, 2014 by 4evamaria

Hello everybody!

So today after work, I spent exactly 2 hours wandering about both my home and my neighborhood, all while chatting with a friend of mine on the phone. Mother, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry about the phone bill and all. Anyway, after we caught up with each other, said friend, Emily, and I bounced some ideas around for the blog. Being a lucky dog who gets paid to edit content and churn out blog for a variety of companies, she’s a pretty good judge of what strikes a chord with all of you on the other end of this internet machine.

Meanwhile, like today’s title indicates, the interior of my brain is essentially a mass of cobwebs. If I could draw a crude depiction of what was in there now, I would go with one of those little blank faced emojis- you know, the kind with a hyphen for a mouth- and some generic, dust-covered linoleum tiling. I’m entirely stumped. Sure, I have some vague ideas of what I would like to write about, but nothing seems to stick around long enough to come to fruition. Apparently, the summer seems to bring on a universal topic-drought for bloggers everywhere. It wasn’t until I came across Whitney’s post on I Wore Yoga Pants to Work that I felt comfortable sharing my recent ridiculous ideas, or lack thereof, with you:

There was a very large moth on my car the other day. So big it covered half my license plate…the end.

I live alone, and sometimes this leads to socially awkward behavior. Like spontaneous singing. Is it just me?

When your boyfriend can’t dress himself, aka adventures in makeshift personal shopping.

Weird dreams I’ve had over the last month.

Maybe I’ll just do a collage of fancy coffee I drank this week? That’s a thing, right?

I suck at numbers so bad and I’m not sure how to manage my 401k.

Dear God, I’m almost 27. Maybe I should post a list of things to do before I turn 30? Nevermind, too stressful.

I took the Enneagram Personality Test yesterday. My results were absolutely accurate. This might actually have some potential- to be continued.

Odd rituals I find comforting in times of stress. This often involves TV Land reruns. Also, some potential here…

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I haven’t taken a dance class in two weeks. I think I’m experiencing something akin to cabin-fever. Rolling around on the ground is like dancing, right?

I hope you find the idea of even beginning to write about these topics as amusing as I do. That moth, though. I literally had to stop myself from posting a photo of this thing for the last two Wednesdays’ blogs. Also, is blogging about blogging a faux pas? If it is, I’m horribly gauche.

I’m still totally surprised/amazed/so flattered that anyone actually reads my blog. I love you all for it, and it makes me absurdly happy. Thanks for reading.

EVA ♥

Five Things

Posted on July 23, 2014 by 4evamaria

Hello all,

Get ready for the most random barrage of imagery you’ve ever seen! I realized today that my weekly Five Things has intermittently become a dumping ground for the photos I have sitting on my laptop, waiting to be used, but completely without context. It’s not a bad thing necessarily- unless it’s driving you nuts, dear readers. Those of you who know me outside of my blog, know that I like to talk about whatever pops into my head during any available moment of silence. I realize that this results in the most disjointed conversation ever, so much so that I like to preface some of my statements by explaining how I got there. This isn’t at all strange, I’m sure of it.

Unfortunately, I can’t really preface this week’s things with any kind of explanation, other than the fact that they’re a conglomeration of things I’ve come across in my immediate, everyday life that have stood out to me. Now, I realize that many bloggers out there have similar routine lists on their blog; it’s reassuring for me to recall how much I enjoy reading those, and hope you find my posts equally amusing/intriguing/entertaining, or whatever adjective floats your boat!

First off is a shot of the LA sky through the vine and fairy light covered gazebo that housed my friend’s birthday party for the majority of the day on Saturday. Downtown Los Angeles isn’t particularly green, so this was such the refreshing touch to an otherwise concrete patio.

Photo c/o Shopbop. Click on the link below to check it out!

I would like you to meet my new boyfriend: Mini MAC. Rebecca Minkoff states that M.A.C really stands for “Morning After Clutch,” but I enjoy taking this guy out all day. Having been on my wish list for ages, this purse was such an excellent find at the Nordstrom sale the other day I couldn’t pass it up! More than 50% off, mind you. I thought there had been a mistake, that’s how good of a deal I got. It’s my new favorite.

In a little nod to the ever-popular Instagram trend of #ThrowbackThursday, I wanted to post a picture taken what seems like ages ago. This was at a birthday party in San Francisco, and is one of my favorites of our little crew. I’m in a Rachel Sandwich!

So, I was admittedly tooling around Instagram at work the other day and came across this cocktail special at the W Hotel. It’s some sort of birthday concoction that they began serving this last week, for a limited time. I believe it contains vodka, Chambord, and Canton ginger liqueur. Oh, and whipped cream and sprinkles, of course! Though it’s not really my birthday yet, I’m tempted to stop by and ask them for this thing. It’s like the cocktail equivalent of a cupcake!

And, possibly the most random thing of all….

The Enneagram Test

Last weekend’s birthday girl (who also happens to be studying for her PH.D in clinical psychology) introduced us to the above test. It’s supposed to be accurately indicative of all aspects of your personality- how you handle stress, how you see the world, etc. It’s quite an in depth test, but I’m itching to take it and to see how I feel about the results. I know it’s an oddly cerebral thing to include on here, but let me know what you think! It’s certainly got me thinking.

Happy Wednesday!

EVA♥

Blackout

Posted on June 30, 2014 by 4evamaria

Hello everyone!

It’s….Monday.

The day started out beautifully here in the bay, but it soon turned hazy and rather stifling. Today, which also happened to be my last day of vacation, turned out to be a bit too much. It’s okay to have those days every-once-in-a-while, if you ask me. I did have a rather lovely weekend, and I promise to share more on the blog a little later.

Today, I wanted to share with you a channel that I’ve become rather attached to on Youtube. This will probably be rather ironic, because the theme of my post (like “I Can’t Read” from earlier this week) is the general preoccupation with electronics. This video-blog, also know widely on the internet as a Vlog, features the daily life of a young couple in London. Their weekly outings with their baby boy aka “Squeaky G,” their travels, adventures, etc. There’s something so incredibly endearing about them, and I’d like to think that we would be friends in real life, which is probably totally creepy. Aside from the fact that they’re an adorable family, the way they portray their lives is so refreshing and relatable. It’s not anything extraordinary, really just a techie guy and his makeup artist/stay at home mum wife , but I look forward to their videos every week. Here’s the latest:

They were my initial inspiration for “Blackout” night. They touch a little bit on the instant validation we get through our phones and social media: a retweet , or a ‘Like’ on Instagram or Facebook. It gives us attention we so naturally crave with the minimum amount of effort. It makes us feel connected even when our time is probably best spent connecting with the things and people physically present in our world, even if that sometimes means spending time totally alone.

I particularly enjoyed the excerpt featured from “The Independent,” also known as “The i,” in England is an article from Simon Kelner. It is both beautifully written and expresses a worrisome condition that I’ve become all too familiar with. (Note that the below is a transcript, rather than a direct quotation.)

“This morning, I couldn’t take my eyes off the landscape. Oxfordshire under a cloudless sky looked like a province; green, still, restful and sweeping. The only traces of the heat haze hung over the well-tended pastureland. You couldn’t see anything other than the indigenous trees, not a pine in sight. Horses stood quietly in paddocks. It was a vision of the countryside that was so perfect, as to be almost implausible. I stared out the window in awe and as deep as I could be in contemplation. And then I realized, I was the only person in the carriage who was living in the present. Every other person was hooked up to an electronic device. Some were switching between laptop and mobile- even the woman reading a book had earphones attached. Not a single passenger on the 720 to Marylebone was taking a blind bit of notice of the majestic scenery. It literally passed them by.”

Here’s the thing:

It’s hard to unplug, and be alone.

I think it’s worth it, in the end. Not to put things in finite terms, but think of it like this: do you want to be the person behind the phone always experiencing life through a screen? Or would you rather just live it?

Just a few thoughts.

EVA♥

Necessary Skills for Adults

Posted on June 10, 2014 by 4evamaria

Alright, everyone.

We all know I’m the authority on adulthood (just kidding). Regardless of the fact that I’m an adult with one foot unabashedly in kid land, I’m dedicating a post to things that I’ve learned and found particularly useful over the last few years.

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Learn how to poach an egg

If you’re anything like me, doing dishes isn’t the most entertaining thing in the entire world. This is also a lifesaver if you want to have a quick, filling breakfast that doesn’t require much prep in the kitchen. I’ll admit, I’ve failed many times in my attempts to poach an egg. Most of the time I ended up with a bizarre soup- a disembodied yolk floating in a web of spidery egg white. The few tips I can give are to only have a few inches of water in the pot and to not create too vigorous of a boil. Drop the egg in slowly and carefully, and, if all else fails, use a spoon to encourage it to stick together. Slap it on a piece of toast and voilà! Breakfast.

Learn how to write a check

Don’t be that person. It’s really embarrassing. Ask a close friend if you’re having issues with this one. Also, work on your legible printing.

Learn how to take a decent photo

I personally feel like I’m the least photogenic person imaginable. Photos are probably the fastest way to lower my self-esteem. That being said, grab your phone and start taking selfies. Find an angle and expression you’re comfortable with so you’ll have the slightest idea of what to do when someone busts out a camera at your next big event. I, for example, consider my best side to be the side to be the one with all my real teeth. I would find that more amusing if it wasn’t true. On a side note, learn to laugh at yourself. Life is going to be really difficult for you if you can’t smile about the ridiculous things that tend to happen.

Learn how to clean without cleaning…

Pick your clothes up off the floor/chair/bed/wherever you tend to toss them. Rinse the sink out after you use it, and wash the really easy dishes right away. You’ll never be left with a horrible mess of a house if you master the 5 second clean up. It’s much easier to deep clean your space if you don’t have to clean before you clean. Make sense?

Learn how to make a good cup of coffee

We can’t be friends if you don’t know how. I’m sorry. It’s all about the water-to-grounds ratio. If you’re unsure, always err on the side of too much coffee, as it’s easier to add hot water than to attempt to salvage an entire pot of dirty dishwater.

Learn how not to be the office jerkface

Nobody likes that person. I don’t care that it may be six o’clock in the morning and that you’re my boss. “Good Morning” is still an acceptable greeting on this planet. Try smiling every-once-in-a-while, brushing your hair, and not swearing before noon, at the very least. In other news, no one wants to discuss work related things with you on the phone during the weekend unless the office is on fire. That’s the only exception, quite honestly.

Learn how and when to say “No.”

There are times when you need to take a step back and listen to yourself. If you’re feeling tired, overwhelmed, or stressed 99% of the time, you need to allow yourself to take a break. Stick up for yourself when you need to.

and, lastly

Learn how to deal with disappointment

I know…I know…this is the least fun one of all. Adult life isn’t necessarily going to go the way you planned. Rents get raised, not everyone will like you, and you might not get that job you always dreamed of. It’s ok. Really! There are things about the world that aren’t fun, but remind yourself that disappointment is something that everyone can relate to. Every successful adult I know has dealt with it at some point or another. Don’t let it stop you from being happy.

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My two cents for the day! I hope you find it helpful, dear readers.

Love,

EVA♥

Five Things

Posted on June 4, 2014 by 4evamaria

Hello everyone!

It’s Wednesday already, and time for my weekly ritual of Five Things. Unfortunately, I’m horribly predictable and this week’s theme seems to be food, coffee, and cute things. I’m perhaps doomed to be a horribly girly individual for the rest of my days. I’m hoping that some of my readers, like me, will appreciate the little things in life. Like latte art. That’s totally relevant to being a 20-something urbanite, right?

This, unabashedly, was my dinner yesterday. Flourless chocolate cake covered in creme anglaise. I came late to a birthday dinner, missed the meal, and thought, “Screw it! I’m having desert anyway.”

I found myself sharing this amazing little guy from Instagram with many people yesterday. Having a bad day? LOOK AT THIS. I dare you to be upset while staring at this winking dog. The cherry on the sundae was when one of my teenage student’s exclaimed: “Where’s his eye?!”

I attended my dear friend Devyn’s wedding this last weekend (post coming soon!) and couldn’t stop admiring this little girl. Possibly one of the most beautiful toddlers I have ever seen- like a real life Precious Moments doll. Remember those?

When Portland’s Salt and Straw is closed in the morning (and hence not a possible breakfast option) make a dash to Barista, the coffee shop across the street. Road trip fuel!

It’s that time of year again! When my favorite salad in the whole world is back at Panera. I look forward to their massive Strawberry Poppyseed Chicken salad every summer. It’s the freshest, most delicious thing I can think of for lunch on a hot day.

EVA♥

Storytime

Posted on April 28, 2014 by 4evamaria

Hello all!

I must say…I had great ambitions for today. Long-winded things I wanted to write, a ballet class I wanted to attend, and, at the very least dishes that I needed to wash. Yeah, none of that is happening at the moment. I did, however, manage to get myself out of bed despite the feeling that my right eyeball might explode. Too graphic? Perhaps. In other words, if you turned up the volume on the morning talk show I usually enjoy watching, I would divulge any government secrets I might have. Ouch.

Mind-numbing headache aside, I’m feeling nostalgic and in an effort to keep things lighthearted, I’d like to tell the story behind my the picture on my blog’s banner (above). Things looked rather plain on Watch Me Juggle without it, but the moment I put it up, I got questions: “Wait…you’re not juggling in the picture?” No dear readers, I am not literally juggling, but let me explain.

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Last summer, I flew to Hawaii with two of my dear friends. Both seasoned travelers and former airline employees, they helped me navigate our standby flights from Oakland to L.A. continuing on to Oahu. Midway through our connecting flight, Rachel turned to me and confessed that all the flights to Hawaii are not just full, they’re overbooked. Even better, she and Jessie are about 15 people ahead on the stand-by list. Whereas I, unaffiliated with any airline, am on the bottom; making the likelihood of getting on the flight of our choosing slim to none. I had a better chance of crawling in to the wheel well than getting on the plane. We met Jessie in LAX, who exclaimed “At least we’re not stuck in Bangladesh!” I laughed, until she explained that she has, in fact, been stuck at the airport in Bangladesh. By default, LAX is beyond luxurious. Looking back, we had as pleasant of a layover as could be expected: dinner, some time with family, and an early morning dash back to the airport in the same clothes we arrived in. I would have, undoubtedly, been not as calm had I been traveling with anyone else. Having said that, I had to make a concerted effort not to accost other fliers on the standby list ahead of me in an attempt to better my chances of getting on the desired flight. I had a vacation to get on with, after all. Against the odds, I was twelfth on the list for a plane with three open seats left, and I somehow ended up with a ticket. Sure, I ran at the gate attendant like a fugitive escaping the country disguised in a little girl party dress, but I was on! I reveled in my budget-conscious travel skills next to a family that instead chose to celebrate their vacation with rum and cokes before 8am. I, not to be outdone, managed to get my hands on a mimosa (because that’s how classy adults drink in the mornings).

Ok, you get it, I went to Hawaii. What about the photo? Well, while in awe of the dayglo palm trees and tropical weather, what astonished me the most was the water. As we made the winding trek from the Honolulu airport to the North Shore I couldn’t stop talking about the water and the beaches along the highway. They were so clear, so blue. Even the air there smelled different. Then, Rachel asked the question: “If I stopped the car, would you get in?”

“What…?”

“If I stopped the car, right now, would you get in the water?”

Of course I would. I can’t say I didn’t second-guess myself as soon as she pulled the car over. The lava rocks did look awfully precarious, but I scrambled down them, crab-like, managing to catch the edge of my dress on one as two local fisherman a few feet away looked on in amusement. I almost felt the need to give a disclaimer, but I guess they could tell that the pale girl in the polka dot dress was out of place. Standing in the thigh high surf, my dress wet, I pretended I was all alone, just for a second. It was easy to do. With my friends waiting for me in the car, I spun around a few times in triumph, my hands over my head, as if I’d flown all the way there of my own volition. As I get older, I hope that becomes the kind of thing I do more and more. Namely, whatever I want, not giving a damn of what other people think. I might not really be able to juggle, but who cares? I can try anyway.

EVA♥

What Are You Guys Wearing…?

Posted on April 18, 2014 by 4evamaria

Happy Friday everyone!

Today, I want to write about a question that I’m perhaps infamous for. A question without which I cannot hope to get dressed for any occasion: “What are you wearing?”

To roughly translate, this essentially means:

“Oh dear god, I have no idea what to wear. Please tell me what is cute/appropriate/what I look good in so I don’t show up dressed like a total idiot.”

If I’m going anywhere with you, you will most likely get a frantic text or phone call an hour before with this question. There’s so much to choose from and coordinate: shoes, to bags, to lipstick to layers. Is it in season? Is this outdated? Can I even walk in these heels?! Honestly, I live in fear of being the elephant in the room. The girl in the ball gown when everyone else is in jeans. I know that some of you live for these moments and I admire you, but I am not that kind of gal. I’m the kind of gal who likes her fashion choices to be like her perfume: subtle. I want you to get close to me and notice all the details. On most occasions, I do not want you to see my outfit coming at you a mile away. That’s just my style.

Now, given that I prefer simple clothing choices does not mean they are not carefully thought out. Quite frankly, I’m getting to the point where I run around in circles questioning myself as to whether or not my outfit of choice looks effortless enough. The irony is that I’ve put more thought and effort into my jeans and t-shirt combo than is sane. It’s somewhat exhausting living like this, I’ll admit it. Which is where you come in. You, my friend, will be my voice of reason without entirely knowing it. Please tell me that a strapless dress is too much for a Monday. Tell me that you’re wearing something entirely reasonable and that it’s okay to wear my favorite sandals two days in a row. What I’m wearing somehow has a huge impact on how I feel on any given occasion. Caitlin Moran, author of How to Be a Woman, astutely said: “When a woman says, ‘I have nothing to wear!’, what she really means is, ‘There’s nothing here for who I’m supposed to be today.” So true.

In conclusion, this is my disclaimer to you, dear reader. I am apologizing in advance. Take pity on me. There will be many moments where I will look at what you are wearing and feel the pang of obligation to change. Do not let me. I’m wearing what I am for a reason, and it’s my fear of being judged by other people that’s making me in to this seemingly high-maintenance person. There. I said it. My friends are my friends because I can rely on them for a good dose of grounded reality and assurance. They’re great people, with fantastic style, and I can always count on them to answer all my questions.

Have a good weekend everyone.

Love,

EVA♥

In Defense of the Bridge-and-Tunnel…

Posted on April 17, 2014 by 4evamaria

Hello everyone!

Today, I’m going to write about a little something that has irked me for quite a while now.

When I tell people I meet in San Francisco that I’m from the East Bay, I get one of the following observant reactions:

“Oh! Where? Alameda? Yeah…I don’t know where that is.”

“Wow…that’s, like, really far away.”

“So you’re from Oakland. Do you own a gun/have you ever been shot?”

or my very favorite: the eye roll.

Alright, disdainful sir and/or madame, I’m going to take this opportunity to set a few things straight. Yes, I live in the East Bay.

It’s fine you don’t know where Alameda is. I will enlighten you and tell you that it’s a nice small town and I would like for it to stay that way. I can also guarantee you that it took less time for me to drive or even take public transportation from Alameda than it did for you to cross town in your overpriced Uber. This means that I can always get to work on time, whereas you, will consistently be 15 minutes behind me. I don’t know how this is even possible, but I assure you it is. (I’m sure you have many qualms with the Muni system as I do, but that’s an entirely different subject.) For further reading, I suggest you check out The Bold Italic’s article here. Additionally, unlike many of you San Francisco residents, the “Bridge-and-Tunnel” crowd, as you have so flatteringly dubbed us, have been here before you, and will continue to live here long after you’re gone. It’s safe to say that the majority of San Francisco residents will eventually move away when it’s time to “settle down;” even better, many of you that now scoff at me will end up in or around my town, buying property, and sending your kids to the same schools I went to. Funny how that works.

Now, I’m not here to say that I wouldn’t absolutely love living in San Francisco proper. For reference, I did write this post a few months back. But, it’s something that you get quickly and easily disenchanted with. First off, I can’t seem to justify paying three times what I do in rent for an apartment within a 15 mile radius of the one I currently live in (and love). A friend once wisely told me: why live in the city and go to the resort, when you can live in the resort and go to the city? On an entirely different note, despite its awful reputation, I can say for a fact that I have never seen anyone in Oakland defecate in public. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for San Francisco. Personally, I’ve felt more worried about my personal safety in San Francisco than in Oakland on many an occasion, believe it or not. I won’t disagree that Oakland has quite the questionable reputation, and local media doesn’t do much to help. I spoke to someone recently that was quite convinced that living in Oakland was like living in a war-zone. According to the news, it’s bedlam over here: us shooting at the police, the police shooting at us. If you’ve never been to Oakland for leisure, you would think that the media’s portrayal of us is, hands down, an accurate one. I’m here to say that Oakland is home to some wonderful gems: beautiful neighborhoods, amazing views, fantastic restaurants, and some of my favorite farmer’s markets. Funny thing is, the “across-the-bridge” prejudice often goes both ways. Many people I know are afraid to leave the familiar bubble they live in for the crowded unknown of San Francisco. It’s smelly, it’s loud, people are rude, the driving is scary, it’s so far away…you name it, I’ve heard the excuse. Everyone, please do me a favor and let go of your preconceived ideas of why you need to stay exactly where you are. Stop lumping everyone you meet in one category or another and start taking things at face value. You’ll be all the better for it. I promise.

EVA♥

I Have a Problem

Posted on April 10, 2014 by 4evamaria

Hello everyone!

My name is Eva, and I have a problem hoarding bath products. Specifically from Lush.

This isn’t even all of it…

Most of you already know this, but I thought I would come clean. (Get it, clean? Am horrible person, I know.)

I find FULL BAGS of things I bought months ago, hidden in my house for “later.” I have a drawer in my bathroom, composed entirely of bath bombs, bubble bars, and spare soap. Yes, spare soap. If the world’s supply of soap is devastated in some sort of freak accident, I will have enough to last me a whole year. I kid you not. My shower has also been taken over. Because, let’s face it ladies: you have some days where you want to smell like rose shower gel, and some days where you want to smell like lavender shower gel. In my home you will also find little scrubby bars, “body conditioner,” facial cleansing products, moisturizer, and massage bars. Some things I will decide are way too cute to use (anyone remember the Halloween pumpkin?) and just keep to look at them. Why? WHY??

Like this little guy, the Bunny:

Sadly, he met his demise yesterday, but I was left with a pink, shea butter-y bath filled with cornflower petals.

I find that there’s just something wonderfully therapeutic about having nice-smelling things to indulge in every-once-in-a-while. Sure, consistently buying whimsical little bars of solid bubble bath can get a bit pricey, but they’re also about the same price as a happy hour cocktail while being much better for you. I additionally appreciate the emphasis the company places on doing business ethically; their products use only fresh, environmentally friendly and cruelty-free ingredients. They promote charitable giving and are actively involved in a number of ethical campaigns, often to the point of designing products specifically for the purpose of bringing awareness to consumers. There was the ‘Shark Fin soap,’ to encourage the ban on the fin trade; the ‘Jungle soap’ to raise funds for the Rainforest Action Network ; even the ‘Freedom Foamer’ bubble bar for the Freedom to Marry campaign. It’s just cosmetics, really, but it’s so refreshing to support a company that has both fantastic products and something distinctly positive to say.

They’re my favorite.

Ok, so it’s to the point that the store employees know me whenever I go in to “stock up,” but there are much worse things I could do.

Just saying.

EVA♥

On life…

Posted on April 3, 2014 by 4evamaria

Hello all!

Today’s post was inspired by the musings of the Whitney of I Wore Yoga Pants to Work. (Isn’t that the best blog title ever? Even more so because I absolutely have worn yoga pants to work) Yes, this is another “I ARE GROWN UP!” post. For additional inspiration, I suggest you check out this highly inappropriate/accurate video.What can I say, this is a new theme in my life. Like today, for example: I had lofty aspirations. I was going to get up and out of the house, clean everything, go to yoga, and perhaps cook a nutritious meal along the way. So far, all I’ve managed to do at the moment is paint my nails and make coffee. Oh, and I put some blue gunk on my face that’s supposed to clear my pores.

And my house still looks like the Nordstrom shoe department exploded in it.

Oh, and there’s still the luggage I have from Vegas in the middle of my room.I also realize that I use my blow dryer way more than is appropriate. It’s basically replaced all the appliances I should have: microwave, iron, space-heater, fan…you name it, I’ll make the blow dryer work. It’s magic, I swear.

As usual, I digress. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that this is very much a generational constant. Now, I’m well aware that there’s a distinct notion in existence that the Millennial Generation comes with a sense of self-entitlement and a heaping dose of Peter Pan syndrome. I’m not here to refute that. There are certainly those of us out there who expect an award for waking up in the morning. I’ve met them, and they annoy the hell out of me. What I can say, however, is that for the most part my generation tends to break the rules a little bit. Why stay in a job that you dislike? Quit. Go travel. You can do better things. Don’t buy that hugely overpriced house, live like a transient through Air B’n’B. So, you graduated from a prestigious university only to find that your dream job doesn’t exist? So what? Go make it for yourself. On top of that, don’t let anyone tell you what you’re doing isn’t how you “should” be doing things. I’ve touched on all this before. With this in mind, we might not be the most traditional generation around, but we sure do have fun. And, ultimately, we want to make our lives good and happy. I am (technically speaking) a grown woman. I also love sprinkles, wear kids clothing, and have the occasional aversion to pants. I own an embarrassing amount of stuffed animals and live in a house with a purple bathroom. It’s undoubtedly the most fun I’ve ever had. Sure, there are elements in my life that indicate adulthood- I’ve long outgrown the little gangling girl with too much hair and a constant mouth full of braces. It was hard to be her, sometimes. Even though so much has changed throughout the years, I hope I can stay true to the goofy kid that I still am inside. Like the Amy Poehler quote I stumbled upon below, I feel a connection and a strength with people who aren’t ashamed of being forever youthful. Regardless of age, they are some of the best people I know.

That’s all for now.

See you on Friday!

EVA♥