30 Things I’ve Started Doing Differently in My 30s
Face it, we’re not kids anymore and we no longer hold the pass of living in our self-absorbed 20s. Our 30s are about learning to be our best self and how to contribute our unique abilities toward a better world. I’m now 6 months into my 30s and in this short time, I’ve already seen major changes in my approach to life.
What’s Your Brand? | Learning to Self-Brand
When I think of branding, I think of a squealing pig; or would a cow be more fitting? If I don’t think of animals when I think of branding, then I think of a woman bent over a chair, getting her fella’s name tatted on her full moon. Otherwise, I think of the scarlet “A” adorned by Hester Prynne. Branding is a term I associate with possession, which makes me uncomfortable. I’ve been hearing it a lot recently, specifically the importance of self-branding in self-entrepreneurial fields like writing. The more the topic jumped out at me, the further I pushed it away. I didn’t want to jab my own ass…
Eight Million Personalities: Favorite New York City Movies
What’s New York City really like? I’m a film geek, so when I want to learn about a place, I turn to movies. But here’s the rub about New York City movies, the city seems like it has a personality disorder. You have Martin Scorsese’s New York on the one hand and Woody Allen’s New York on the other. Then there’s Spike Lee’s New York juxtaposed with Nora Ephron’s New York. It’s a city with many personalities: the sympathetic intern and her monster of a boss; the lizardly Wall Street yuppie; the deceptive Broadway star; the reclusive millionaire; the heroin junkie; the tempting blonde next door; the crippled voyeur; the…
My Ramen Holiday: A Blogging Adventure
I cry . . . a lot; not externally, but internally. I go through the steps of a normal cry, minus the tears. My rare occasions of actual tears are formed by one of two occurrences: 1. I’m so pissed off that all I can do is cry. (i.e. Steam is rising out of my nostrils as I kick back my feet in the dust, ready to charge my target.) 2. I just watched Armageddon. No, I don’t cry because the movie’s that bad; although, with a cinema studies degree, I’m obligated to admit that it is. I just use it for my crying pleasure; geez, get off my back.…
Next Stop, New York City! | Moving to New York City
Once upon a time . . . I loved fairy tales, but over the past couple of years, I’ve grown to despise them. While fairy tales are meant to be inspiring and uplifting, they’ve left me jaded because I spent so much of my youth and young adult life believing they were real. I was slightly naïve, but I chose to begin this entry with the classic fairy tale line because the story I’m about to tell begins with the girl who believed in those stories. However, this story is much more Grimm or Tim Burton than Disney. Once upon a time . . . there was a young girl who fell madly in love with…
