T H E ( R E A L ) R E E L
Home has always been Campbell, CA; but as I creep through my 20s and (attempt to) adjust to life post-college, I’ve come to question the definition of the word “home,” and how much weight the concept actually deserves.
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Your energy is valuable, so use it wisely; be mindful of where you invest yourself and make sure it aligns with who you want to be, and what you’re set on accomplishing.
Your batting average in your rec league has dropped to a whopping .000, no one’s boughten you a drink in weeks (one week, fine, but three weeks in a row?! what’s happening…), and you simply just don’t feel like getting out of bed and hitting that hustle (me this morning… and yesterday). Everything feels weird, and you don’t like it. I get it. Trust me. I’m in a funk. And it’s a huge one.
There’s no way to completely be ready for what’s ahead – especially that shrieking 5am alarm – but here are a few simple tips that help me to create some calm, to organize and refocus myself, and to start tackling (and owning) my life.
We’re so afraid to make mistakes. To do the ‘wrong’ thing. To come to a fork in the road and pick the wrong path. But we forget that we define our path and what it entails.
I’m usually all about those new beginnings. And the New Year is always a perfect chance for me to break away from my ‘old self’ and to rebuild who I am and what I stand for.
We’ll never be able to control the many diverse and complicated situations that cloud our tangled world, we can control one thing: the way we react. We can control the ways in which these situations affect us. And isn’t that enough?
I went to a bar on Saturday night. And I had a glass of wine. (Who am I?) And I was surrounded by a (far too large) crowd of people who were (presumably) looking for that ‘special someone’ as they sipped their skinny martinis and downed their craft IPAs. Needless to say, I didn’t stay long, but hey – I went. #college. Am I doing this right?
It’s finally boot season in Los Angeles – well, at least for me. I had the pleasure of falling down the stairs last weekend in a public building. The worst part? No one was there to see it.
At times my life is one gigantic headache, but it’s uniquely mine, and it’s one that I’ve learned to function with. Right now, I’m just enjoying the mayhem and embracing whatever craziness is thrown at me.
It’s really easy. Everywhere you turn there’s something that reminds you of them and the way they’ve touched your life.
Starting this fourth and final school year is the beginning of the end of my college career; but really, it’s just the end of the beginning – the beginning of life. In 8 months I’ll be a freshman again – a freshman of life – and I’ll have the whole world just sitting at my fingertips.
After a week in Seattle and a week of (attempted) packing back home, I found myself sitting on an airplane en route to Maui, Hawaii. Life’s hard at 21.
But the best part about taking our annual camping trip isn’t the long drive upstate or even that first inhale as you step out of the car and onto a backroad. It’s being in such an incredible place with the most incredible people.
Not sure if your memory has grayed (pun intended), but the “amount of gray hair that has been surfacing itself on my scalp is appalling.” And although it’s definitely hereditary, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t drive me absolutely insane.
I love my sister. A lot. And this summer, I learned to love her a whole lot more. We put in a little extra effort into making our relationship a little bit better – and it worked.
As May rolled around, summer got a sweet start when I (finallyyyyy) turned 21! And as I looked at my life and took note of its impurities, I knew exactly what my goal would be for my 21st year: happiness.
Hi, my name is Megan, this is my blog, and no, I’m not dead. Seeing as I haven’t blogged in about 2+ months, I feel as if I owe you an explanation about where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to. So here it goes.
I blog from three places: Starbucks (multiple locations), my bed (in LA) or my bed (in the SF Bay). But, surprise! Last week was a complete change up as I took my (five) keyboard(s) and my adventures to a totally different scene: Washington D.C.
I don’t know how it happened, but somehow the month of May waltzed right past me, and I didn’t even notice. I’m not totally sure, but it may have been because I was (simultaneously) doing the following: (read more)