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Friday, December 23, 2016


If you're a regular reader of my blog, you'll notice that much of this year has been based on self reflection. I've spent, in my opinion, too much of my time comparing my current life to the past. I know that throughout new situations and undergoing change this can be a common action, but I've been back in New York for over a year now. If I'm being honest with myself, I'm not sure if I have progressed in a positive way. It's nothing crazy, but I've recently found myself disappointed in my actions, and sometimes my lack of action. 

There's not excuse, anytime is a good time to recalibrate your ways and your lifestyle. Sometimes you need a good kick in the ass, a decent dose of rejection, a major mental slump, or disappointing somebody you care about to really push you in the right direction. Sometimes you need the sentiment of the holiday season. Sometimes you need it all at the same time. 

Here's to you, 2017. 

Friday, December 9, 2016

on love in twenty sixteen

The year of 2016 has built a bad reputation to many of us for many reasons. Typically when you're nearing the holiday season, you look back and reflect on the obstacles you've overcome and the changes you've made to progress as a person over the past year. As a single woman getting dangerously close to the daunting age of 30, dating has become more of a priority and less of a game. What I've learned about myself this year? I'm my own worst enemy. 

I can list off the men that had perfect boyfriend potential that I completely shut off over the past year because I'm so damn guarded: 

There's the selfless and generous lawyer who immediately introduced me to family and friends and said he thought I was the one. There's the creative and stunningly good looking hometown friend who just ran out of things to talk about after he said he was falling in love with me. There's the perfect person with the adorable accent who did say he loved me, but just happened to live on the other side of the world. There's the guy who delivered the perfect first date only to have a drug induced meltdown weeks later followed by a series of obnoxiously offensive text messages. There's the goofy, gorgeous, and intelligent guy who aggressively pursued me only to end up ghosting me. Then coming back. Thennn disappearing again. There's the charming bartender with the exact same taste in music but a completely different schedule and lifestyle as me.

I didn't mention the countless first and second dates over the past year I've been on with truly wonderful men, but I've been subconsciously ruling them out and truly never gave any of them a chance. That's when I realized - there are all these wonderful guys who are totally willing to go to the next level with me - the level I want, but there's always a but. 

So as I complain about wanting to settle down, about how picky I am because he's left handed or because he looks in the mirror too much, my biggest enemy is my own mind. As much as I want to settle down, I need to learn how to truly open up again, how to trust again, and eventually, how to love again. 

Here's to that happening in 2017.

Top & Pants: H&M
Sunglasses: Zara

Photos by Alyssa Timoteo

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

short and sweet

There are only 5 things you need to know about me this week:

1. My obsession with the song Private Idaho by the B52's is getting to the point of dangerously unhealthy. Plus side: I'm in an obscenely good mood because of this. 

2. There is such thing as taking too much Mucinex. It's cool, I'm alive.

3. The Law of Attraction, The Secret, all that stuff: IT WORKS. Big ups to my homegirl Rhonda Byrne because I get to see the Cavs play at MSG tomorrow night and I'm pretty sure I'm going to lose my shit before I even get to my seat.

4. I need a poké bowl. Now.

5. After the poké bowl, I need to pack my bags and go for a nice weekend getaway in that glass cabin upstate. In case you missed my post about this cabin, you can check it out on Airbnb here.   

Jacket: Twenty5A
Top: H&M
Jeans: Forever 21
Shoes: Vans

Photography by Alyssa Timoteo