Drinking: French press coffee with Trader Joe’s coconut & almond vanilla creamer. TBH it’s too sweet. I like black coffee. I don’t know what I expected.
Working On: Work. I’m only sharing this because I think many of my subscribers/blog readers don’t know that I have a full-time job. Someone actually asked me the other day if I was interested in a part-time position at the new Aritzia store at the King of Prussia Mall, and I didn’t have the heart to be like, “I am literally 29 with a 7-year career.” Anywho, my title is Director of Corporate and Foundation Relations, which is common in the nonprofit world but vague to anyone else. Essentially I write grants to fund programs, scholarships, and the general operations of a low-income school in North Philly. It’s an awesome job that I try not to take for granted, but the point of this very newsletter is that I dream of someday making a living off of my creative writing. AKA tell your family, friends, coworkers, shitty exes, etc. to *subscribe*.
Thinking: About friendship and the energy I welcome into my life. I recently started paying closer attention to those who exhibit judgement, gossip, and general pettiness so I can start healthily distancing myself. This behavior comes from wounded places, and as much as I’d love to hold everyone’s hands as they heal themselves, I need to stop making excuses for others’ unkindness.
Feeling: LIKE A NEW WOMAN. After months of deliberation, waffling between styles and hanging around the house in clip-in bangs (Amazon truly has it all), I had my appointment with Alba of Architeqt Salon in Washington Square West where I chopped a good foot off my hair and corrected the terrible mix of browns, oranges, reds, and blondes back to a rich ash brunette (about a shade or two darker than my natural). You can see the result here. The significance of this haircut runs deep for me. My long hair was a security blanket my entire life, albeit an unmanageable and unmaintained one. I’d admired girls with short hair from afar for their bold chicness, but sat comfortably in fear of disturbing my personal concept of femininity. I was long hair. Long hair was me. It matched my over-sized tie-dyes as much as my miniskirts. But when you feel your life changing in big ways, sometimes your look flows with it. Short hair feels like my current aspirational self, and I’d like to welcome her for a long stay.
Wanting: All the clothes to go with this hair. I never really itch to shop, but right now mama is feel.ing.it. I now have opportunity to bare my shoulders more and take simple neutrals to a new cool. I also want like, a really sick pair of sunglasses.
Loving: Cooking to bossa nova. I love this playlist on Spotify.
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